Friday, February 29, 2008

i am an avid fan of hockey. specifically the Washington Capitals. With the trade deadline just passing us last Tuesday we acquired a third goalie from the Canadians, an act ususally unheard of. For we as a team already have two goalies. One being Olie Kolzig, the starter.

The problem?

Huet himself is a starter. Giving us not just one starter but two. Neither willing nor wanting to take a backseat to the other. Leaving the Caps management pondering over what to do. Word may be that he started tonight, as well as tomorrow night against the Maple Leafs. I garuantee Olie will not be thrilled with the idea.

Will he be back after the end of the season? Its skeptical right now

And then there is Johnny. Who seems while not happy with the decision, is perhaps more comfortable with being a backup more than the other two.

but with five weeks to go, the question on everyones may just be.

Out of three, who will make the two?

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Ever since I was a kid, I have loved music. from the lyrics to the music videos. It's just something I have been in love with forever. And this afternoon, after stepping off the metro for the work day I completed something I have always wanted to do. You see I have always wanted to break out in dance and song in the middle of a subway, a mall in a public place. Anywhere other than my living room floor. Ive gotten the idea because half the time, I watched the videos and shit they could do it, so why not me.

So this afternoon I got off the train, and Good Morning Baltimore started up in my ipod. I took it as the perfect song and the perfect opportunity I started lip syncing, and then added a light step. And before I knew it I was singing and I was a smiling and it just felt so damn good. I didnt care if people were looking at me. Which many of them did. Some people laughed. Some smiled. Most just took me for some weird out of wack teenager.

But I didnt care. For five minutes.
I lived out what I always wanted to do.
Thanks to the Hairspray soundtrack.

Sunday, February 24, 2008


I'm in the midst of watching the Oscars. It reminds me of going to the prom. A bunch of who's who in the famous world dressing up. And in the end of the night, most people won't remember who went home as queen or king, or in this case, best actor/actress. Most won't even remember whom they took as a date. The food, the presenters, perhaps even the movies will soon be forgotten No what most people will remember at the end of the night, in a week from now or even a month, will be the fashions. And just like prom, you'd be caught dead wearing something someone else was wearing.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

they say the best laid plans fall apart.
and thanks to the weather.

i now believe it.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

lets face it. we all have them. those annoying coworkers that from the moment you step into your perspective cube you know is going to be the kind that are a constant headache. a little after a month of being in my new area, i have found mine. he stands there talking about things i dont really want to know. talks when it isnt appropriate and stares down at places not tolerated in the workforce.

to put it mildly he creeps me out. and not being one to want to take the first step. nor do i want to be the one to be the awkward, i shut my mouth adn make a mental note to watch it i have already gone ahead and written it done. this may be a bit premature but sometimes its necessary. you just never know. my view.
better safe than sorry.

not really sure what i am going to be doing with this blog. thought about making it some kind of form of a disability blog or something. but i kind of like talking about this and that and not focusing in one thing.

but we shall see.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I am an adult student. Meaning I rise at five to make it down to south east DC before eight. I pull in my usual eight hours which consists of sitting in front of a computer staring at excel spreadsheets, and hour long meetings that often end with no other conclusion than setting up another meeting for later on the week. After I pull my eight hours I pack up as fast as I can in hopes that I can possibly beat the rush hour traffic in the Washington Metropolitan area and sit through a three and a half hour class. On days I don't have classes its usually spent doing homework, catching up on work, work and trying to spend the few hours before bed with my husband.
Sitting through my first ever university exam this evening I couldn't help but ask myself how in the hell did we do this when we eighteen. I could barely pay attention to the professor now without daydreaming about something else. I am only taking two classes, and still find it hard to schedule in study time and homework time. And at eighteen you not only have more than two classes, but also have a social life to contend with.
No wonder I couldn't make it ten years ago.
Am I any smarter than I was at eighteen? Who knows. I sat through the exam knowing that I studied but as I went over the exam, I felt like I had no clue what I was talking about. Nothing was coming to me. And even though I am only twenty seven suddenly I realized why this was so much easier when you are eighteen. For unlike most twenty seven years old, at eighteen, most don't work full time.
So my first exam is out of the way. Can't say I did a fabulous job on it. But it's done . And it's over. And there isn't much more I can do about it.

Sunday, February 17, 2008

another blog

so heres to yet another blog.

as my eleventh grade English teacher once said.

write on!