207.4 (or, an Answer for Bat-Rider)

Was happy to see the scale down a little bit more this morning.

After a long, four month absence, I returned to the rink last night. I admit, I was a little nervous about playing again. I was worried about the amount of rust on my already shaky game as well as being worried about how the knee would hold up.

In spite of a loss, I managed to make it through the game intact and uninjured. Now that I'm only playing one night a week (thanks to some nicely immature communications on the part of my former Thursday team) it will take me a while to get back into the groove. (or is that "rut?)

P and I are back with the midwife tomorrow and because the appointment is a little later in the morning I will be able to have my morning workout at a semi-reasonable hour.

Can I get a "yay"?

208.8

So far so good. I bounced back up a few pounds but I expect that as part of the process.

I hit the gym pretty hard after work today, and I managed to work off some lingering bullshit. I won't get into the details, but suffice it to say some people have no balls at all.

Anyway, I'm feeling better and Penny says she's noticing a difference. I'm probably losing fat and regaining some muscle, so I don't have a true picture of what's been lost versus anything gained....I just know the bottom line.

Hockey starts on Monday. Will be interesting to see how much rust I have to shake off after 4 months of not playing. ~yikes~

Z is for Zonked

I am definitely zonked. So is Penny, I suspect, but I know I am for sure.
Apparently the price we paid for winding up in 6th place on Mondays
nights is a schedule which both sucks and blows. Our game times are 9:00,
10:00 or 10:30. Of course, last night was 10:30. This means I don't get
back until well after midnight and I'm too wired to get to sleep right
away. Monday night, Morpheus was somewhat elusive and I wasn't asleep and
settled until well after 4.

Of course, that was when Penny had to get up. 4AM, you say? Yes indeed.
Oh Four Hundred. She was going in to work for 5, instead of 9:00. She
wrote about the whole fiasco on her blgo so I won't repeat myself.

And, of course, I had my own session booked with Wesley Crusher last
night, but I was sufficiently wiped that I left work early to try and get
at least a little sleep...because being punchy and unfocused is NOT a good
thing when working with free weights. The fatigue fallout spilled over to
this morning when I was at a complete loss as to the location of my keys.
Penny and I tried to get that sorted out while figuring out car logistics
for our back-to-back slots at the gym...and then I promptly left the house
without feeding or pilling the cat.

Its gonna be one of those weeks.

And there you have it. 26 spellbinding and gripping posts...all for your
reading and soporific pleasure!

(Psst...if you hate the whole thing, blame Steph...it was her idea.)

Y is for Yowza! (and some other stuff)

Y is for Yowza! I know you're probably sick to death of me babbling on about how amazing my DW is, but this time, She really is!

I was a bad husband and I cheerfully ignored her advice about not buying her anything for our anniversary, and I got her a lovely pendant of amber, all done in silver. So she threatened told me NOT to get her anything for Valentine's day but that she was going to get me something. (I believe her exact words were "when you see this, you're gonna shit!)

Fully prepared for a spontaneous bowel evacuation, I received her gleeful news that the gift had arrived on time in spite of the bad weather. So, after picking me up at the gym, she brought me home to show off the gift.

Here's what she got me. (Cricket, now I don't have to covet yours....)

This thing totally rocks! And, of course, I have the best wife ever. I can also say that this entire post was generated using the gizmo. (I am such a geek.)

(Not without some errors, of course. The last bit in parentheses translated as (Yamauchi a geek)

"Yowza" also describes the wholly undeserved 20/20 I received on the final assignment for my most recent course. Guess I'll have to deal with the A+

"Y" is also for "yuck", which describes my play tonight. *sigh*

"Y" is for "Y am I so hungry?" Oh yeah, I didn't eat dinner yet. Guess the dinner bell tolls for me.

V is for Various

Yes, this is a belated and somewhat eclectic post, but it will have to
suffice.

V is for Victory...something my hockey teams and the Maple Leafs have been
lacking of late. No, I still don't want to talk about Monday night's
game. ;-)

V is for Vengeance, referring to the recent execution of the favourite son
of Tikrit. Although...I have to say I'm a little surprised they didn't
keep him around for his subsequent trials. Yes, I know he was guilty as
all hell, but due process is due process.

V is for Voluntary...Penny and I have finally bitten the bullet and
decided to do the gym thing. Neither one of us can really say, "oh, its
just happy fat" anymore and with the big 4-oh looming for me in '08, I
know that hockey just won't do the trick for me. So we started a little
while ago with a realistic plan for increased activity and a little
culinary/dietary balance.

V is for Victim...a while back, Toronto Police took the unprecedented step
of publishing a highly sanitized photo of a child sex abuse victim in
order to identify the location and eventual identity of her abuser.
Amazingly enough, they accomplished both ends (with the cooperation of
thise FBI folks down south). The victim, now 14, has since willingly
abandoned her anonymity and has made victim impact statements available to
courts where the accused possess pictures or movies of her. While her
abuse took place in the US, this kind of sickness truly knows no
borders...and a former Air Canada flight attendant here in The Big Smoke
is at the end of her trial. Victim she may be, but she's one brave little
girl.

Finally, I know it has been a while. School and work have chewed up a lot
of my time, so my posting frequency is likely to be somewhat diminished.
Sadly it looks as though a number of my favourite reads are slowly falling
away.

So, for all of my delays....V is for apology. Did you know that?

Vi vapologise. ;-)

L is for Loss

The idea of "loss" has been much on my mind for the past several days.

So here we go.

Loss - what my Thursday team managed to do despite some unexpectedly
strong efforts on my part.

Loss - what my Argos managed to do on Sunday afternoon after fluking their
way to the East Final. A disappointing game from them on all fronts.
"Loss" will no doubt be felt by those who will not be returning to the
team next year.

Loss - what the Leafs managed NOT to do, despite losing Sundin and
Raycroft over the past couple of games. A 5-1 rout of Montreal was
clearly what the Team Therapist ordered.

Loss - Keenly felt on November 11th as Canada paused to remember those
killed, wounded or forever scarred by war. I can't help but notice that
my Legion's contingent in the town's parade was a little smaller this
year.

Loss - What my colleague 'L' is no doubt feeling after the loss of her
baby, just 11 days shy of her due date. She and her hubby had been trying
for 6 years to get pregnant and we were over the moon for her. We got the
sad news on Friday. Such cruel irony that many unworthies breed like
rabbits, yet this wonderful woman and her husband face yet another
staggering setback. Sometimes words are just not enough.

K is for Kick-Ass

(Don't get on me about hyphenations. This is my blog, so I'll do what I wanna!)

Yes...kick-ass would be the way to describe this last week. Or Kicking ass. Whatever works.

• I kicked ass in my most recent assignment for school. Got another "A". (Kick-ass!)
• I saw two totally kick-ass football games this weekend. The Argos and Bombers played a thriller, albeit in front of a disappointing playoff crowd. Then the Roughriders and the Stamps put on a great show.
• Michael Bishop - kicked ass coming off the bench cold to throw 2 TDs to clinch the Argo win.
• Saskatchewan's Defence - kicked Calgary's ass for the bulk of the game, setting up a major West division update
• My current model building efforts on a 1970 Plymouth 440 GTX - kicks ass.
• My Monday team - kicked ass last week to keep us in the top half of the league
• My Thursday team - kicked ass last week in a nice upset win.
• My wife - just generally kicks ass for her awesomeness

So there's your kick-ass post for a kick-ass Monday.