Hot, Hot, Puckin'

Hello, Summer! We just chose Ducks tickets for next year. This time I have two pairs of aisle seats (four piggybacked) in the terrace, rows K & L in the offensive zone, facing the benches. If you're interested in taking a game or two, send me a private message and we'll work something out.

A Long Time Ago, We Thought So, Too

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A Castle Fit for a Pup

MP and I put down the deposit on our custom kitchen cabinets today! Sweet! We're going white shaker with a double beaded panel, wood floors, stainless appliances (most already in), and either a recycled glass counter top or stainless steel back splash. It is going to be awesome! I'm so excited that my kibble will be coming from a beautiful pull-out pantry. Puppies deserve luxury-- and I am a very luxurious pup.

Since MP and I will be crashing with (ahem) friends during the install, we're going to have the bathroom redone at the same time.

After that, it's par-tay time!

It's a Draft Day Miracle!

Cam Fowler at #12... and now...

Emerson Etem at #29. Seriously! Number 29! He's a pure goal scorer with excellent speed. He's from the LBC!



Light it up, baby! We'll be waiting for you.

Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God

The idiots! The fools! The Ducks had the 12th pick in the NHL entry draft, and they snagged... Cam Fowler! Cam-Fucking-Fowler was passed over 11 times before the Ducks grabbed him. Who? What? That kid should have gone in the first five-- most people ranked him #3 overall...

I would like to thank the brain dead GMs and the people who say he isn't "physical" enough. Here's what we love:

Gooooooaaaaaaaaal! (Now Go Home!)

USA advances in the World Cup! Amazing game, great fun, now I would really like these bastards to get out of my house so I can go back to sleep. When will MP learn that 6am knocks are not to be answered? I don't care if the people have beer-- although the puppy treats were very thoughtful. We drank, we cheered, now we sleep!

Ahem! We sleep...!

Huh. Apparently, these people don't read my blog, because one of them is stating to make some noise in the kitchen. I smell eggs. I like eggs. Okay, you guys can stay.

1234 Get Your Woman on the Floor

The Pea says MP is a better dancer than most. I sniffed my tail for hitchhikers-- cause something wasn't right-- and said, "You mean better than you would think?" But the Pea insists that MP is a good dancer. I don't see it. I mean... I see it. I see it all over the damn place because MP doesn't have enough dignity to keep her booty shaking confined to the house or the club. Hell no. Bitch embarrasses me everywhere we go. She stood up and shook that thing on a bench at the pier; she stopped traffic by dancing down the middle of 2nd St; she bounced that booty down the rows at the street fair. Jesus, it's like living with a chick with Dancin' Tourette's.

Now that she's out of the cast and in a boot, she's perfected the crutch dance. It's like having a stripper pole around at all times.

I may never be able to show my face at the dog park again...

Everything Is Better with a Pinata

Now. I'm off to poop a papier mache sculpture of me surfing the big waves at my bathtub.

Huh, Huh, Uh... What?

Firegirl says MP has "way more reggae cds than anybody with a real job has a right to." True dat. But, in all fairness, she also has the entire collection of School House Rocks and at least three Sesame Street albums. Oh, Rubber Ducky, you are the one.

Come over for World Cup action this weekend if you're in the area. USA vs England starts at 11:30am, Saturday! If you need directions, toss an email to my FB. (Don't bother with MP's; she's a lousy host).

What Up, LB?

Thanks for another beautiful day at the beach! Sure, some may dis the marine layer, but they're not chilling in 72 degree afternoons. It's time for my puppy tanning session. MP says it makes me smell like corn chips, but I think she's just jealous that I can pull off the fuzzy butt look, and she can't.

The Wizard Was Not Just a Man

"Make a decision. Failure to act is often the biggest failure of all."
-- John Wooden  

He wasn't just about basketball or UCLA. We loved him because he was the layperson's philosopher: humble and focused finding the best in all of us, rather than wailing on the imperfections we  share.