February 24, 2008

Is it every day you can say you were hit in the head by a Calgary Flames player? The answer is no! However, I can totally say that. Cory Sarich hit me in the head (ah for non Flames fans, that is a photo of Iginla, because he’s hot my favourite). As for me being hit in the head by Sarich, read on:

We attended the Calgary Flames Skills Competetion back in January (yes I’m just now writing about it because I wanted to have pictures to show you and I had taken over 200 and just got them uploaded - hey I’ve been busy) and we were lucky enough to get seats directly behind where some of the team was sitting. There are different things going on during the Skills Competetion - obviously skill stuff, duh, but also things being thrown into the crowd, because let me tell you, that takes some talent.

There are T-shirts being thrown, chunks of ice, hockey sticks - naw, I’m kidding about the ice and sticks but they do throw other things besides shirts. As I’m sitting in my seat, minding my own business, taking some photos, I’m momentarily stunned by a sharp pain on the right side of my head and ear. I look over at my husband and oldest son, who I figured would be opening their mouths to ask me if I’m okay, because, clearly I was in pain. I do see them open their mouths but no words of sympathy come out. Instead my son is oviously quite thrilled.

Woo Hoo! Wow I can’t believe that!

What? What can’t you believe? I was hit in the head by something and man does it hurt.

Ya I know! Awesome eh?!

Awesome that I was hit in the head?

Ya!

Um, no not awesome. I think my ear is going to fall off.

Probably not but holy shit, that is awesome!

Why is it awesome? Explain to me how me in pain is awesome?

Duh, you got hit in the head with an autographed frisbee! Cory Sarich signed it and threw it and it hit you in the head and I caught it! Ya!

Well then, never mind my bleeding wounded half falling off ear, just as long as you got an autographed frisbee. Glad my ear and head could help.

Woo Hoo!

Ya, woo hoo.

Anyway, got some decent photos - I still had the glass to attend with but it was cool being that up-close. My favourite player is Iggy and a close second (my oldest son’s fav) is Dion Phaneuf. Here are a few pics and there’s more HERE.

*My son Sean was able to meet Craig Conroy a few weeks ago*

January 20, 2008

Who knew that taking my kids to meet Calgary Flames center Craig Conroy would be so exciting? My oldest and my youngest are big hockey fans and when my son mentioned last week that he wanted to go to the “meet and greet” with Conroy, I had no idea I’d be the one taking them.

We got to the show home (where it was being held) and listened for a bit to the radio show on Fan960, being done live. Even that thrilled my kids. Not so much me. I did take a tour of the show home just to kill time. Later on, we made our way down to the next home to wait for the hockey player that I really don’t know much about. My 7 year old daughter knows way more than I do about such things. I thought she was a princess? Princesses aren’t supposed to know about hockey and sport-ish stuff. Sheesh. And she also entered a contest for the “Junior Reporter” where the winner gets to interview players, gets free tickets, a jersey, goes to a practice and maybe gets to marry one of the players for all I know. Again, I’m pretty much in the dark about such things. Madison is convinced she’s going to win. She has as much of a shot as the next kid, but I’m sure there were lots of entries. Fingers crossed.

We waited about an hour and finally the moment of truth - Craig Conroy walks in. Holy. He was way hotter taller than I thought. All of a sudden I was wishing I knew more about him. Wait, I’m married. Oops. He is in my age range though. Not that that matters. Plus I’m sure I saw a wedding band on his finger. And again, I’m married. Did I mention I’m married. Yes.

I didn’t realize I would get so flustered. God. I didn’t even know what he really looked like before he walked in. He was so nice too. He smiled at each person that went up, signed everything that people asked him to sign, stood up for pictures if you asked, thanked you for coming and waiting in line. He really was a nice guy. And gosh, so hot tall. Just so tall. And his eyes are so blue. Very blue. Not that I was looking. I mostly just watched the wall. Am I babbling? I think I am. Anyway, it was fun seeing my kids so thrilled by it all and getting to meet a “star” in their eyes.

November 1, 2007

Edit: Wanted to include a “picture” of Karen and I, as coworkers on the site-aren’t we cute? Of course, duh!

Not just any job, a writing job. Writing! I love to eat, sleep and watch tv too but don’t get paid for that write, it’s one of my great passions (of course along with photography), you know, besides Ben & Jerry’s Half Baked icecream.

So where am I working? Let me tell you the whole story. Get popcorn and a drink because you’re gonna be here awhile or bored and you might as well keep busy with food and drink.

One of my super best friends Karen called me on Monday. I was busy sleeping curing some disease when the phone rang. She told me that one of the writers where she writes left the job and wanted to know if I was interested in the position. Well hells bells. Yes!

She then tells me to write to the ‘boss man’ and ‘be funny’. Well that’s not gonna happen easy because I’m funny 24/7, even while sleeping, so that’s not difficult at all to achieve. I write an email to apply for the position, and I’d like to believe I was offered the job less than 24 hours later because the boss thought I was rivoting, couldn’t take his eyes off of my email sorta deal. Or, it may be, because they were desperate for another writer and desperation makes people do things they wouldn’t normally do, like hiring me. Either way, I got the job!

You can find me at Babble (Fame Crawler) and if you want to read any of my stories, I’m giving you my blessing to do so (aren’t I sweet?) (No seriously, read them. Please?). You can also read my co worker’s stories too-’The Lead Blogger’, ‘The Caffeinated’, ‘The Gossip Whore’, ‘The Brat (Karen, the awesome chick who recommended me), and me, again, this is all about me, ‘The Princess’ (Sassy Smith).

Aren’t you just so excited for me? I, um, actually get paid for writing about celebs and I don’t have to be nice when I’m writing about them either, although I can’t really swear or call their kids ugly but I can so get past that. Can you even imagine my excitement? Let’s just say my excitement is annoying my family, it’s that good.

A big thank you to Karen, Whit and Ada for helping me get started (Karen said she was so happy I wasn’t a tool, ha) and to my fellow co-workers, who welcomed me aboard. I was going to send you all cash as a thank you, but that’s tacky. Instead, wrap your arms around yourself and give yourself a hug, from me to you. Aren’t I thoughtful? Yes, of course I am.

September 7, 2007

Me. Duh. You shouldn’t have had to even think about that. But if you did or are confused as to why I’m cool, lemme explain it to you.

I have my own fan club. Give your head a shake and smack your face hard. But even doing that won’t erase the facts…I have a fan club. Where did I get my own fan club? From creating it myself since I’m a loser the thousands of people who adore and worship me, that’s how. If you go HERE, you will see the fan club. My fan club. Sure you’ll find out my real name and stuff but how exciting is that going to be? Not very. I mean very.

I hope to have at least one 500 fans joined by noon. And it’s 12:07pm people. That’s how popular I am.

*Edit* Umm you have to be signed into Facebook to see the link I posted. If you don’t know what Facebook is, smash your head into a brick wall and pour gas in your eyes just for not knowing.

July 30, 2007

….forty twenty-five. Hmmm. I thought that little ditty was supposed to rhyme? Not my problem.

I know what you’re thinking. How can someone who’s clearly drunk twenty-five have a son who’s 20? Baffles my mind too people, baffles my mind. Stranger things have happened I suppose.

You’ll never believe what I did today for my birthday. I really shouldn’t be so mean as to make you jealous with the excitement that filled my day but since it’s my party, I’m going to tell you.

I woke at 6am after having only 3 hours of sleep, did my workout, then crawled back in bed while my offspring were still sleeping, woke again, fed my kids, did laundry, cleaned my bathrooms, vaccumed, fed my kids again, did more laundry, took a shower, loaded my dishwasher and then did more laundry. How bad ass is that? I never knew turning 5 years older than my 20 year old son, would be so much frigging fun. Who knew?

My daughter proclaimed to anyone who would listen to her today, ‘how her mom is an old woman now, and how depressing that is’. Gee, thanks for practically telling people I’m ready for the bone yard. Might as well make some calls tomorrow and book myself into a ‘home’. Where’s my flippin’ walker?

On a fun note, my husband took me to Applebee’s for dinner, where we waited an hour for our meal because our smart as a whip waitress forgot to place our order to the kitchen staff. She also forgot the meal of the lady across the table from us, so I guess I shouldn’t take it personally and think there was some sort of conspiracy. Gosh, I feel bad for punching her in the head now. But then she charged us for the strawberry dacquiri that I ordered that I DIDN’T get because they were out of the ingredients to make it, so then I felt like my decision to knock her upside the head was justified. All evens out in the end. We did get free desserts compliments of the manager. Great, now I have to do another workout tonight to combat the brownie I ate. Gee, Happy Birthday.

July 27, 2007

In just a few short hours, I will be living in my fantasy world seeing my boyfriends, Chad from Nickelback and Chris Daughtry from Daughtry. I can only imagine the excitement they are feeling from the anticipation of having me arrested seeing me too. I’m taking my wench, Ang, the wenchiest wench around. She’s so wenchy, they named the town she’s from after her: Wenchville. She’s Wenchy McWenchster, but she’s got big jugs and she loves me. Umm, that didn’t come out right but you know what I mean right? Well, no you don’t but that’s okay because I’m crazy from excitement today. Forgive me.