Cabin Fever 2015

The winter of 2015 has become a cabin fever nightmare.

The Northeast has been hit time and again with blizzards that would freeze your gizzards.

A gazillion feet of snow in Maine, Massachusetts, Connecticut, little Rhode Island (now a big snowball), Vermont and New Hampshire (secretly one good-sized state cut on a diagonal) and New York, including the frozen Big Apple and the rest of the state which is an massive orchard in size-comparison.

Slip on down the coastline and everybody has gotten a taste of winter right into the Carolinas and into the mid-south states of Kentucky and Tennessee.

Here in mid-Tennessee all schools, and trash pick-up are closed for the rest of the week. Malls, restaurants, offices, fast-food, slow-food, doctors and lawyers have closed offices. Our area has been crippled. Except for the NHL game in Nashville! Hockey fans rock it!!! Go Preds!!!!

So, my prediction from all this snow, ice and mayhem?

stork multi

 

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Attention Deficit Oh – Shiney!

the last three or four or fifteen days have been like this. somewhere in that cloud is my brain with me attached to it. my brain and i are trying to start something and actually finish it. just one thing. one. 1. uno. you know the lingo. i start one project, like doing the dishes, and end up with a kagillion unfinished messes.

i committed to finishing something this year. this Christian guy author (they are a pain in the ass sometimes) Jon Acuff  (www.jonacuff.com/blog/what-are-you-going-to-finish-in-2012/)   had this great idea to get a bunch of slacker people like me to commit to finishing something in the new year of 2012. i can’t remember who posted his website on FB first – i wish i could remember because i’d like to say thank you so much. NOT!

goals. i hate that word. what are goals good for unless you’re playing hockey? and the way our team is playing… well, it’s obvious they didn’t sign up on Jon’s site for committing to goals. oops! there’s an Oh! Shiney! moment. where was i?  oh, goals – personal goals. i committed to eight! i can’t finish the dishes without rearranging the living room or going through old magazines or all of the above, but i’ve committed to finishing eight different goals. what was i thinking?

of course, i do have a year to finish them. what’s today? January 5th, soon to be January 6th in two minutes. dang. there goes another day.

my list:

1) finish writing my book

i’ve actually been working on that the last couple of days. whoopie for me!

2) blog weekly

ummm… that’s what i’m doing right now, so, whoopie for me again. maybe i’m not as Oh!Shiney as i thought i was. that’s what i started to write about, isn’t it? or was it Jon Acuff and his dumb idea? hmmmm… our hockey team lost tonight! ugh… they make me so crazy sometimes – oh.

3) de-stuff the house.

while taking down Christmas we decided to weed out the holiday things we really didn’t need to keep. then we were trying to decide what we should put in specifically marked (by my engineer husband) bins: re-purpose, indoor yard sale place, donate, throw out or not sure. so many choices… there are bins everywhere with bits and pieces of christmas in them. i think i want to take my Avon collectible plates back out of the yard sale box. i was supposed to look up their worth, but i got distracted and ended up doing something else. probably laundry or rearranging the top shelf in a kitchen cabinet.

4) be grateful more often (jon acuff has committed to writing thank you cards)

i put a box of thank-you cards on my desk with my address book. i also put note cards with them. i took one thank-you card out of the box to mail to Aunt Lois thanking her for taking me to dinner over thanksgiving while i was in new york. (of this year) then i got distracted. prob’ly by Facebook. damn FB.

5) read an unspecific number of nonfiction books from our church library.

my husband and i were asked to start and run the church library. really? we were newbies to church to begin with and while i’m a writer/reader (not necessarily christian stuff)  bossman, my husband, had read and finished, maybe…two books in the 38 years i’d known him at that point in time. two years after creating the library with our pastor’s recommendations and our research and suggestions from library users, bossman has read 13 books from our 113 titles so far. i’ve read one. so, i’ve chosen a book, have had it about a week and haven’t opened the cover yet. i did watch the latest episode of American Pickers, though.

6) lose unspecific amount of weight by walking unspecific number of days.

do we really need to discuss this? i’m trying to get rid of the christmas cookies – ya know those starving kids in China? guilt x’s infinity for not sending the cookies to them and for me chowing down on them. walking… oh, there goes another neighbor by my window. they look cold.

7) learn to commit to goals.

as i write my eight down and put them out there for all to see, i’m learning i have commitment issues. i have stayed married for over 40 years, though. does that count? did i tell you we had a great party in september celebrating those 40 years? another time, maybe…

8] love better and more often

i’m not sure i’m doing this very well, either.  distracted by our daughter’s medical issues sometimes brings me to my knees and i pray asking for patience and answers, when all i want to do is throw things and break coffee mugs. instead of turning to God and thanking Him for the joys in my life i’ve concentrated on the crap. hmmm… like losing hockey games. yeah, that’s important.

so, okay then. i’m glad we’ve had this talk. i think i’ve figured out that i’ve got to get my head outta the clouds for my brain to get outta the clouds. de-clutter my life and take you all with me. i think i’ve figured out that my brain must be like the top of my desk. i’ll end this post with a picture of that.

hey, thanks for listening. join me in #finishyear. just don’t pick eight goals to achieve by the end of the year. it’ll make you crazy.

playoff hockey is the best hockey in town…

well, hockey has just about worn us out. ter can’t talk…i have a sore throat and know i won’t have a voice in the morning. we beat the blackhawks 4 – 1 and are now ahead in the first round of the playoffs with a 2 – 1 game-winning lead. need to win two more to advance to the second round. something the preds have never, ever, done before. thursday we play up in nashville again. get some tickets and get to the game. you won’t regret it. we’re the loudest barn in the NHL, i’m betting. we love our boys and want you to love them too. come see some playoff hockey you’ll never forget. i’m just sayin’…

road and hockey weary

i’ve been away from home for a while and haven’t written anything about our hockey loss to detroit at home last sunday. i was in the car last sunday traveling from new york to tennessee with my sister. it was my turn to drive and as i took the wheel the rain started pelting us in pennsylvania. the fifth game was starting in three minutes and i had my sister scanning all the radio channels to find the NBC waves. nothing doing. the rain was coming down in giant globs and my cell phone started ringing. sis flipped it open to a text message. “Arnott out” she read to me. “What? What? What?” i yelled. “Just drive!” she said. “Answer him. ask him what is wrong with arnott.” forget it. she doesn’t know how to text. after many more texts to us and none coming from us the phone rang. “Now what?” sissy said. “Just answer and say hello.” it was daughter calling from the game i was supposed to be at. i could hear her yelling at sissy. “what’s going on?” “she wants me to put it on speaker phone,” sissy said. the rain was still heavy, traffic was slow and the wipers were spazzing out as i tried to adjust their rythmn. “push the little button on the bottom left.” after many attempts she just said, “forget it! i’m hanging up!” “I don’t think so! give me that.” i got the phone and pushed the speaker phone button. i heard roaring, cheering, screaming, chanting…” it was wonderful. the crowd was going crazy for our team at the final game of the first playoff round. the end result was a loss for the team against the red wings but the beginning of a wonderful relationship between the city of nashville and surrounding communities with the predators organization. a bond was formed this past season between the fans, community and team that none of us will ever forget or take for granted. we’ve just renewed our season ticket package.

pass the catfish, please.

road and hockey weary

i’ve been away from home for a while and haven’t written anything about our hockey loss to detroit at home last sunday. i was in the car last sunday traveling from new york to tennessee with my sister. it was my turn to drive and as i took the wheel the rain started pelting us in pennsylvania. the fifth game was starting in three minutes and i had my sister scanning all the radio channels to find the NBC waves. nothing doing. the rain was coming down in giant globs and my cell phone started ringing. sis flipped it open to a text message. “Arnott out” she read to me. “What? What? What?” i yelled. “Just drive!” she said. “Answer him. ask him what is wrong with arnott.” forget it. she doesn’t know how to text. after many more texts to us and none coming from us the phone rang. “Now what?” sissy said. “Just answer and say hello.” it was daughter calling from the game i was supposed to be at. i could hear her yelling at sissy. “what’s going on?” “she wants me to put it on speaker phone,” sissy said. the rain was still heavy, traffic was slow and the wipers were spazzing out as i tried to adjust their rythmn. “push the little button on the bottom left.” after many attempts she just said, “forget it! i’m hanging up!” “I don’t think so! give me that.” i got the phone and pushed the speaker phone button. i heard roaring, cheering, screaming, chanting…” it was wonderful. the crowd was going crazy for our team at the final game of the first playoff round.  the end result was a loss for the team against the red wings but the beginning of a wonderful relationship between the city of nashville and surrounding communities with the predators organization. a bond was formed this past season between the fans, community and team that none of us will ever forget or take for granted. we’ve just renewed our season ticket package.

pass the catfish, please.

game 3

it was sushi night at the sommet center. octipi and catfish on ice.

the red wing/predator game last night was pure playoff hockey. ups and downs, trashy calls, scuffles, and scoring.  the predators were happy to be home, happy to have legwand back on the ice and happy to come back from a scoring deficit in the second period.

the crowd was ready, too. the hometown fair atmosphere outside the arena before the game included a country rock band, inflatables to climb on, basketballs to throw, hockey pucks for the little guys and gals to slap and lines waiting to get into the arena at 5pm. the game started at 6:30.

jason arnott, marty erat and ryan suter were our scoring guys. arnott had been suffering from shooter’s block and erat shoots as often as our goalie, ellis.  arnie got two goals last night so his shooting should be flowing tomorrow night when we play the wings again in nashville.

preds 5

wings 3

GO PREDS!