Bring It!!!

On Tuesday, Coach Chin Beaver told me I was out of shape... since then, I have been working out to the point that I can barely walk. I did lunges at the gym on Wednesday, had a lesson with CCB, skied Loveland on Thursday and Friday, completed a 2.5 hour workout at Red Rocks, and played in a hockey game. Today, Honey bought me a Heart Rate Monitor and a pair of weight-lifting gloves... the concrete and sand at Red Rocks don't feel so great on the hands... so to Coach I say... "Bring It!". 

This Is NOT Hockey!!!

 

Believe me... I was probably yelling louder than anyone when Patrick Roy beat the CRAP out of Osgood, but THIS is NOT the same. The other goalie didn't even want to fight, and he makes Jonathan Roy, Patrick's 19 year old son look like a complete idiot!

Spring Break... Day Two

No sleeping in today... Honey had me up and at the gym bright and early at 6 AM!!! Last night before we went to bed, I told him to make sure I got up and joined him for his daily workout, since I didn't have my usual hockey lesson at 5:15... an idea I most certainly regretted once I realized how utterly stupid it was, for I am on vacat

ion... but off to the gym I went. 

The rest of the morning was spent packing up winter house decor in hopes that spring might truly be arriving. I even took about an hour nap with my sweet pup Terra (she's the three-legged Chocolate Doberman). Tybee (the Golden Retriever), our other sweet girl, was sleeping on the tile floor in the basement... her favorite spot in the whole house. 

After running some errands, it was time for my lesson. Thanks to QweenB for sharing her spot with me this afternoon, so I didn't have to wake-up at 4 AM. The lesson was brutal, as always seems to be the case when we are working on shooting. I've never been taught how to properly shoot until Coach Chin Beaver. He's been very patient with me as I learn which foot goes where, and how the puck is to be placed, etc... And I know that one day I will get it... it's just taking too damn long. The worst part of the lesson was when Coach Chin Beaver told me I was out of shape. My right quad was killing, and that was his response as to why. I don't think I am THAT out of shape... I go to the gym pretty regularly, do Yoga 2-3 times a week, skate 3-4 times a week... it's not like I don't do anything, BUT apparently it isn't enough. I've only been asking him EVERY week for the past month when he's doing his Boot Camp Clinic... ummmmmmm I beginning to wonder if it's not because he's out of shape that we haven't seen the flyers for this. 

Anyway, I digress... the best part of my day happened this evening. In December I took the risk and had LASIK done. I chose the 20/20 Institute because they are the official LASIK provider for the Avs. I figure if they are good enough for professional players, they would be good enough for me. The procedure went incredibly well and to date I have 20/15 vision. It's awesome!!! Well, tonight was their annual alumni event with the Colorado Avalanche. Honey and I went to the Pepsi Center to hang out with some Avs players and eat good food. 

In order to meet with a player, you had to have this special ticket and when your group was called, you could go talk to the player, get your picture taken, get autographs, etc... We had Red Group 2 tickets. When we arrived, my most favorite player on the Avs, Paul Stastny was signing autographs. I was really excited until I realized they were not going to callour group for pictures until another player had shown up. Sure enough, around 7:00 Paulie was being replaced by Lappy and our group hadn't been called yet. For the past hour, I had been trying to sneak shots of Paul while others got their things signed. I got a couple of OK shots, but not the one I really wanted. 

As he started to leave, I noticed he would have 

to walk right by our table, so I gave Honey the camera and told him to be ready. Sure enough, I blocked Stastny's way and asked if I could "steal" a picture with him. He put his arm around me and said,"Sure". Honey took the shot, and wha-la... to the left is what came out... Yes, that is me, and the headless man in the argyle sweater is Avs Super Star, Paul Stastny. I felt bad for Honey, because he he knew he had let me down, but it really wasn't that big of a deal. It is much more fun making fun of what he did than to actually have a picture of me and Stastny. I know I will get my chance again, someday. 

When our group was finally called, we got in line to see Lappy... another of my favs on the Avs. The reason I love Lappy so much is 

because he never backs down from a fight, he's always trying to get under someone's skin, and occasionally can give the refs an hear full... sound like anyone else you know??? I actually asked him how I could get away with saying something to the ref without being thrown in the box, and he said, "I've been around a long time. They expect it from me." Oh, so in a few years I'll be free to say what I wish about the refs??? That will be a glorious day!!! But until then, I will continue to keep my mouth shut on the bench and share all the things I wish I could say with those care afterwards at the bar. 

Day Two of Spring Break '08 was one I won't soon forget... and neither will Honey, for it will be a LONG time until I let him live his picture taking mistake down. 

Spring Break... So Far

I guess today would officially kick off Spring Break '08. Since I don't normally work on Saturday or Sunday, they didn't really count as vacation days, but they were fun nonetheless. 

On Friday night, our co-ed team came very close to beating the first place team in our division. We lost in a shootout. 

On Saturday, I started reading another great book by Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls. For those of you who know me, I love to read. When I get a good book, as Picoult's often are, then I become completely immersed. I read 238 pages Saturday afternoon, including the end of the book. I always read the end once I get a good handle on all the character... that way I know how it ends and can put the book down if need be to do things like eat, sleep or go play hockey, which I did on Saturday night,  and the Monkeys lost for the 15th time in a row, but whose counting. 

Sunday was spent recouping from the late night on Saturday, and Honey and I slept in until noon. As I spoke with my family, back home in Hotlanta, they were quite disappointed they we had just gotten up, which meant we missed Easter services, and we didn't have any special Easter events planned. First of all, we don't really celebrate Easter. In the past we would have had Honey's mom over and some of her friend's for brunch, but now that she isn't with us, we didn't really want to do anything. 

So my first official day off has gone something like this... read my book until 2:00am, slept in until 10:30, went to the gym; killed my biceps, came home, read until 4:30, then met with my regular Monday night friends. Now, I'm watching the Avs and keeping my fingers crossed that they can pull off a win. 

Not a bad way to start off this vacation!

I've Been... Tagged

Thanks to Mathman I've been memed (tagged) for movie quotes. Now, this soooo is not my thing. I love movies, but my memory is horrible for quotes, so I've done the best I can with this meme. If you are looking for classics or serious movies, this is not the place. You'll get much better results from Qween B when she responds on her blog.

So here's the deal:

1. Here are quotes from 15 of my favorite movies.

2. See if you can name the quotes from whence they were lifted.

3. No googling or IMDBing; I'm trusting you on this.

4. I'll post the film names as they are correctly identified.

Movie #1: "What are you doing?... Nothing, I was just getting some lint off for you... You were going for a feelski!... All right, I'm sorry... But this is like the 23rd time we've made out already and... they're getting blue!" 

Fifty-First Dates - Qween B

Movie #2:"And there I was killing them softly with my song. Or rather being killed. And not so softly either."
About a Boy - QweenB

Movie #3: "You're living in the past, Sammi. Me and the Woodland Fairies, we're living in the HERE and NOW."

Movie #4:"Oh, here it is. Bratislava. Hmm. Capital of Slovakia. Oh, here's a fun fact: You made out with your sister, man!" EuroTrip - QweenB

Movie #5: "You must spank her well, and after you are done with her, you may deal with her as you like... and then... spank me. ...And me. And me too. And me.... Yes. Yes, you must give us all a good spanking.... And after the spanking, the oral sex....Well, I could stay a bit longer..." Holy Grail - QweenB

Movie #6: "That ain't no etch-a-sketch. This is one doodle that can't be un-did, homeskillet." Juno - QweenB

Movie #7: "What you don't understand is, no, see, no. You can never, never ask me to stop drinking. Do you understand?" Leaving Las Vegas - QweenB

Movie #8: "That look like hockey to you? ... To me it looks like two monkeys trying to hump a football."

Miracle - QweenB

Movie #9: "I play hockey and I fornicate, 'cause those are the two most fun things to do in cold weather."
Mystery Alaska - QweenB

Movie #10: "Well, when I came home from school my head started to get really hot. So I drank some cold water, but it didn't do nothing. So I laid in the bathtub for a while, but then I realized that it was my hair that was making my head hot. So I went into my kitchen and I shaved it all off. I don't want anyone to see." Napoleon Dynamite - QweenB

Movie #11:"Whoo-hoo-hoo, look who knows so much. It just happens that your friend here is only MOSTLY dead. There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead. Mostly dead is slightly alive. With all dead, well, with all dead there's only one thing you can do. ... Go through his clothes and look for loose change." 

Princess Bride - QweenB

Movie #12: "Hamburgers. The cornerstone of any nutritious breakfast." Pulp Fiction - QweenB

Movie #13: "When you're dealing with a store like this, they're insured up the ass. They're not supposed to give you any resistance whatsoever. If you get a customer, or an employee, who thinks he's Charles Bronson, take the butt of your gun and smash their nose in. Everybody jumps. He falls down screaming, blood squirts out of his nose, nobody says fucking shit after that. You might get some bitch talk shit to you, but give her a look like you're gonna smash her in the face next, watch her shut the fuck up. Now if it's a manager, that's a different story. Managers know better than to fuck around, so if you get one that's giving you static, he probably thinks he's a real cowboy, so you gotta break that son of a bitch in two. If you wanna know something and he won't tell you, cut off one of his fingers. The little one. Then tell him his thumb's next. After that he'll tell you if he wears ladies underwear. I'm hungry. Let's get a taco." Reservoir Dogs - QweenB

Movie #14: "Please. I don't wanna go back there. You don't know what it's like to be considered a freak... Well, maybe you do, but that's why we gotta stick together. You gotta let me stay!... We can stay up late, swapping manly stories, and in the morning, I'm making waffles!" Shrek - QweenB

Movie #15: "I'm gonna walk down that stinkin' runway, open up this faggot robe and wiggle my dick at 'em! And do you know why? Because I want you to have a heart-attack and die so we don't have to do this shit again! You and your fucking fashion shows!" Slap Shot - QweenB


Okay fellow bloggers... now it's your turn... you've been tagged!:

QweenB

GKL

Blowing Shit Up With Gas

Sprawling Ramshackle Compound

Spring Break... Here I Come

Finally, it seemed like it would never arrive, but alas, Spring Break '08 is here!!! 

This has been a really tough year, because I didn't REALLY want to teach again this year. I finished my Principal License Program in Dec. '06 and was ready for the next step last spring, but my mother-in-law became very sick. I didn't want to make a career change with such uncertainty in the future, so I decided I would spend one more year with the GT kids. Unfortunately, she passed away in May and last summer was CRAZY cleaning up her place and trying to get things in order... I'll post about that at some other point. 

Anyway, for Winter Break, Honey and I went to Mazatlan to visit his dad and dad's girlfriend. We are REALLY lucky!!! They purchased a house on the beach there 3 years ago, so we always have this great place in Mexico to go whenever we want. So, it was kind of like a vacation, but we were still dealing with a lot of stuff from his mom, so we spent most of that week just trying to catch up on sleep and reconnect with one another. 

So now Spring Break is here... The best part is that I really have nothing planned. We have a second playoff game on my co-ed team, the Monkeys are playing their next to last game of the season, I have a couple of lunch dates with girlfriends planned, and I want to get in some spring skiing, but other than that, it's going to be 10 glorious days of just doing whatever I feel like!

Two Wrongs...

Okay, well actually it's more like 10 wrongs. My good friend Qween B already blogged about the terrible refereeing we had a few weeks ago in a game, but for me, it's much worse than just the one game. As Qween B said, the next night, in our co-ed game, the refs were crap! THEN I went to a Rocky Mountain Rage game on Friday, and the refs there were terrible! THEN, this past Saturday, the same horrible woman as the week before was the ref for our Monkey game. 

What's up??? Have all the refs decided they are GOD and untouchable??? Are they just going to make stupid calls, no calls, and throw games just because they can, and no one can say/do anything about it??? I think it has really gotten out of hand, at least in Colorado, and more so in the last few months. There are always stupid calls, or things I personally like to protest, but these folks are really out of control. 

As GKL stated, I have a tendency to exhibit Tourettes type symptoms on the ice towards refs and occasionally players or coaches, but truly, I have to be provoked. The problem is that if I get too out of hand, then my coach, aka Chin Beaver, doesn't let me play. He thinks my head isn't in the game, and I need to sit on the bench, which can provoke further displays of Tourettes type symptoms, then all hell can break loose. 

Really, it's all about truth, justice and well... what's fair. I don't like the idea that all that I work for, or other players for that matter can come down to two (or three) people who have serious control issues. 

Cheaters

Today in class, I caught 6 of my boys cheating on a pretty meaningless homework assignment. They were supposed to be typing their Latin America Outlines, and being the highly bright and intelligent boys they are, they decided that one of them would type the outline, and then they would just change the name on the top and print new copies with the names changed, and turn it in for a grade. 

Being the observant teacher that I am, they were easily busted. My principal and I decided we would tag-team the disciplinary procedure after lunch. It was great!!! 4 of them were bawling profusely, which was perfect. They felt remorse and will probably never spend another day in the principal's office again, in their entire life. 

However, there were 2 who just sat there and acted as if we were just wasting their time. This concerns me, because they really didn't see a problem with having someone else do their work for them, and still be able to get the credit. I see frequent visits to the principal's office in their future. 

This is what I hate about group projects (even though this was an individual assignment). There is always one person who does all of the work (usually me) and then the rest of the group gets to skate by and still get credit. I remember when I was getting my Master's Degree. I had finally had enough of that crap and I told the professor about this girl in my group who hadn't done anything for a particular project we had been working on. She failed the class and eventually dropped out of the program. I see this as a good thing because she probably wasn't going to make through anyway, so in a way, I was just saving her money in the long run. 

That's what I told the mom of the boys who had done all of the typing for this assignment. He needed to tell the other boys NO and make them do their own work. It will only benefit them in the end. 

Wrestlemania

One of the girls on my hockey team has this side gig... professional wrestler!!! My friend QweenB and I have seen her wrestle twice now, but this past Sunday night was by far the best. There was a group of us from our team who decided to go check it out. There are so many best parts about this: 

1. It's in the back room of this cheesy bar in Golden. 

2. Amy... aka Little Woodie, is the only girl who wrestles in this show, so she always gets some looser guy to go up against. 

3. It's total family night... there are kids from 2-16 and they are all into it... there was this little girl about 10 heckling this wrestler, and he retorted with some comment about her training bra  and then continued on with his rant.  (I think in my professional life, I'm supposed to report this to Social Services, but it seemed all in good fun at the time.) 

4. The heckling... one of the girls in our group commented, "This is great. You get to yell out all of the things you always wanted to say, but just couldn't." I'm pretty outspoken anyway, so for me this wasn't as big of a deal, I just got to say it a lot louder. And much to my husband's chagrin, I was caught on video yelling many unpleasantries at the looser taking advantage of Little Woodie. Funny how he was able to pick my voice up right off that video. 

5. Every time I go watch her, I'm reminded of how my brother used to practice his latest WWF moves on me when I was younger. He's 10 years older than me, about a foot taller and at that time, probably a good 75 lbs heavier. The pain of having my arm twisted behind my back, the gasping for air as he would drop me over his knee, the body slams... All the while saying, "What's wrong with you? Don't be a wuss! This will toughen you up! Someday, you'll thank me!" No Thanks!!! Not what I call a good time. But, Little Woodie seems to really enjoy it, so more power to her. I think I'll just keep taking my aggression out on the ice. 

The next match is April 13th and I'm already trying to round up some more folks to come join us. It's like a bad train wreck. You just can't stop watching. 

Here It Is...

Okay... I've been trying to start this blog for about a year now... but this time last year, my life kind of went topsy-turvy and now, time has flown by. I have several friends who Blog (See:Two Minutes... and QweenB) and enjoy reading what they have to say, as well as the other people's Blogs they read, and so now that things are settling a bit, I think I'm finally ready. 

In January, I set up a Blog account for my students for our unit on tolerance. We were reading Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl, and I wanted them to be able to post their thoughts and views about what were studying. Many of my students have really gotten into this study, but the ones I was hoping would be affected, ended up not reading the last set of books I chose. They said they were tired of reading depressing books, and wanted something that was not so heavy. See, I have 20 boys and 7 girls in my class. 5 of the 7 girls are MEAN!!! They pick on and bully the other 2 girls, only because the other 2 girls are REALLY smart and truly belong in my class. I wanted these 5 girls to see what effect they were having on the others. I think they were starting to make the connection, and decided they didn't like what they saw. 

I was not bullied when I was in school. Actually, I think was a bully. I have an older brother who used to beat the crap out of me on a daily basis, and my older sister broke my nose when I was 15, so I'm sure I took it out on some of the kids at school. Now don't get me wrong... I'm pretty short and have been small most of my life. But as the name of my Blog suggests, I can pack quite a punch. The name "Bug O' Death" was given to me most affectionately by one of my teammates on my hockey team, as I was nailing some poor unexpected girl into the boards, and stealing the puck. 

So I know it sounds like I'm talking out of both sides of my ass... I don't want the girls in my class to be bullies, yet I'm pretty much a bully, especially on the ice, but I'm older and know fully well the consequences of my actions... usually 2 minutes in the box:)