Although many do not consider the NHL season under way until their home team plays as all hockey fans and Canadians a like know it did OFFICIALLY start over the last weekend in London, England between the Los Angeles Kings and The Stanley Cup champions the Anaheim Ducks. It was during Saturday’s game I realized that I am not over my Bertuzzi crush in any way shape or form even if he is playing for an expansion team and YES I know Vancouver is also an expansion team but I mean ones like in ANAHEIM for example where it is like WARM all year and stuff. I sat drooling over the TV while Adam said something about it being ok or expected or something I was distracted. Even though in 1998 he came to Vancouver at the expense of Trevor Linden, at the time it was love at first bone crushing hit. It actually gave me a reason to start paying more attention to the Canucks because I’d been living in Vancouver for two years at the time and was feeling sort of lost and alone with my love for hockey.

Lost because even though we left Ontario when I was at the wee age of seven, and as most of you would know headed to the snowy North of B.C. we watched Toronto teams, sort of, once in B.C I know we did branch out slightly but don’t tell any of my sports loving relatives that. There was always Blue Jays baseball on and there was always Hockey, NHL, World Cup, World Juniors etc. but when it was NHL it was the Leafs or the Oilers. I grew up crushing pretty hard on Doug Gilmore, the Pert Plus commercial he did was such a treat because he had his teeth in. But in 1991 thanks to the Canada Cup I fell in love with Eric Lindros and even bought two of his hockey cards. [I can not stand him now, no love for Lindros] This was all after the era of Wayne Gretzky when he was still ALL Canada’s and playing for the Edmonton Oilers, if you were old enough to remember it, it was a very sad day for Canada when in 1988 he was traded to the Los Angeles Kings. BUT at the end of the day it always came back to the Leafs.

I learned pretty fast that Vancouver Canucks fans are not fans of Toronto Maple Leafs fans and that Toronto Maple Leafs fans aren’t fans of Vancouver Canucks fans and I knew I was in trouble. I don’t know if it is because I grew up in very small towns or because I was getting older and had my own opinions and could talk hockey with the boys but I have never been accepted as a Leafs fan living in Vancouver. I may as well be some sort of mutant. Now this doesn’t bother me, I can take the heat, not only can I take it, I can laugh at and join in on it as clearly displayed by this post. I’ve openly admitted that at one Canucks vs Leafs game I did take my Leafs jersey off but only one I’ve seen them play the Leafs more than once.

So I guess my point is that I simply consider myself a hockey fan first, NO I’m NOT going to become an Anaheim fan now but if they go for the cup again of course I will be watching because I watch HOCKEY I honestly don’t care what team it is, I’m Canadian, it is in my blood, I don’t care if it is WHL, NHL, Olympics or World Cup. I LOVE HOCKEY. Thankfully the Leafs and the Canucks haven’t played for the cup against each other, if that were to ever happen, which actually makes me chuckle to even write, then I would be in some serious trouble.

HOLY I can’t believe it is Tuesday already, where does the time go? I have been pretty giddy since last Friday somehow I got the one line from Barry Manilow’s song Looks Like We Made It stuck in my head and that line would be the ”looks like we made it” part, the rest of the song doesn’t really work lyric wise, but that line mixed in with some humming and stabs at other lines without looking up the lyrics have been ever present to the point I dedicated that song to Adam on Sunday on Facebook for everyone to see because I know Adam hates Manilow and is probably about ready to duct tape my vocal chords. I found a video for the song on YouTube and it had all the karaoke lyrics running across it as well so I serenaded him whilst playing the air guitar. You want romance? I think that about covers it.

The only shitty thing about the whole weekend was that on Friday at around 3pm-ish I started to feel really nauseous and had to go lay down and I only had two hours until my shrink session and just felt ILL so I canceled, I will likely have to pay a cool $170.00 for that but I had no idea what was happening, and then I started to get the stabbing pains in behind my eyes and my head started to pound and I really couldn’t move and I was like DUH how could you NOT have realized that was a migraine coming on, I waited until it had subsided enough that I could maneuver myself off of the couch and into the kitchen to get something for it. Much to my relief it was under control pretty quickly but it was too late for my session. I called Dr. B back and explained what happened he knows about my headaches but still canceling two hours before? I think he will charge me for the missed session, granted he never said anything about it and normally he does so I guess I will find out if and when he hands me an invoice this Friday.

So basically we hung out with David and Iris Eggwhites and we had some Guitar Hero battles and we went bowling on Saturday night and spent Sunday how we spend most days, laughing and enjoying each others company. Just now we are in year two of marriage and almost heading into year five together. It sure does not feel like we’ve been together that long but we have. And I didn’t bust out any wedding photos because they are all on flickr and our favourite one is on Facebook we see them all the time if you want to see them you know where they are I’m just bored with them right now.

ps. This is my most favourite Guitar Hero shot ever. And it is only fitting that I was playing the 80s Encore edition when this was taken. What am I doing wearing that headband for real? Well, I’m retraining my hair growth pattern of course. It is sweet I don’t leave the house in it but I do wear it into bed because I am sexy to the max.

HOLY where have I been? I just realized now that my header that I LOVE from Jenn who I also LOVE has Adam with beard and sans beard on it. Awesome. He changes his look so often I can hardly keep up and I married him.

On the weekend he was calling it his BIRTHDAY BEARD.

Last night after I had turned off the lamp and we were headed to REM sleep from the darkness I asked, “how long are you planning to keep that beard?” To which he replied that he would know when it was time to shave it. *he did say if it was bothering my lady bits he would shave it if I asked him to, how sweet*

His birthday was actually on Monday. We had a really full day, we did a lot of stuff, Adam gave me a birthday card that he had gotten for my birthday back in June but he wanted to see if he could wait till his to give it to me. Living with a mind as brilliant as his has its more bizarre moments indeed. Apparently the highlight for Adam was when I played catch with him. He had brought up two gloves and a ball from storage when I told him we were going to a game and I told him that I would go out and play with him but I don’t think he believed me knowing very well of my disdain for baseball. The smaller of the gloves was an exact fit having belonged to one of my SILs. I put the glove on and slammed the ball into it a few times while Adam told me the basics on how to catch the ball and where it should land in the glove and etc. I found this rather boring as we were on the couch and removed the glove to find my hand and fingers were black and I hadn’t even been playing for real or sweated in it yet.

On Monday I said lets go! The field across the street was closed for repair so we had to play in front of the high school that goes with the field because I wanted to play on grass. I was very worried about the windows of the classrooms but Adam said not to worry because it was double pained glass anyway. He showed me how to hold my first two fingers on the ball’s seams and where to place my thumb and I started throwing. Apparently I blew him away, I can totally throw. WHO KNEW! He said my accuracy was awesome and we had some serious fun. I hit no glass and no people walking by on the sidewalk. I did take my eye off the ball and lowered my glove for some stupid reason and took one of Adam’s throws in my right leg and it still hurts like a mofo but I will live and it was my fault for dropping my arm and not grabbing the ball along the way. Had I have sucked I am sure I would not have liked it but seeing as I was good and won the praises of my husband I will play catch with him whenever he wants now. It is a seriously good work out, my right bicep and my left quad and hip flexors are still sore but good sore, if only I could throw both handed my ass would be hard as a rock.

Adam told his dad and the guys he worked with that I ruled as well so he wasn’t just saying it to make me feel good. Wicked, another sports related activity we can do together!

Adam had the whole long weekend off which ruled. Very rarely do we get to spend two full days together let alone three, and one of those three being his Birthday.

On Saturday evening we set out to see the Vancouver Canadians game that I won tickets for courtesy of Miss604 and her prize draw from her blog-a-thon-ing. Truth be told I really don’t like baseball. Funny thing though, I know more about the game and more rules for the game of baseball than I do for football and I don’t like football either but I watch it more. That wasn’t particularly funny. Sorry. But I married into what I guess you could call a baseball family and my parents watched A LOT of Blue Jays baseball while I was growing up, I of course remember The Jays wining ‘back to back’. Adam always played [thank BABY JEBUZ he does not watch it at home] growing up and has all of the equipment and an assortment of gloves, also both of his sisters went on full softball scholarships to universities in the States, I think you gotta be pretty good for that.

We took transit which I hate and it was packed with idiots because of it being the last night of the fireworks but we only had to take the skytrain and one bus so it could have been worse. When we got off the bus and were walking towards the stadium I caught my shirt and my skin on some rebar and cried out in pain. Adam’s first response was, “and I was even on your right and everything”. I insisted that he was not on my right or I would have obviously drifted in to him and NOT the rebar. I own a lot of the same style of tank top but I happened to really like the brown one and was not impressed that the rebar had sliced a hole in it and I was bleeding. It is too much to get into but I have extremely bad balance and I have a really hard time not walking off into oblivion if someone is not on my right. I will leave it at that. Post on my bad balance will be forth coming, maybe.

When we arrived we had foot-long dogs a three dollar water and a standard six dollar beer. We had to move from where we were sitting because I didn’t like the first spot and then at the second spot a father and his daughter and two couples both with kids and one with a new born sat in front of us and I started freaking out inside because we would look silly moving again so I started planning for annoyance and frustration and remembrance of why I don’t like children. But it turned out that they were not annoying at all and the couple’s conversations and listening to their kids and watching them play was more interesting than the game because both teams were playing like crap. I had gotten a water and not a beer because I already had a stupid headache, I was rushed leaving and forgot to take an Excedrin Migraine, so you know what is coming…. we had to leave early. I had to wear my sunglasses at night because I was in pain and my eyes were slitty they get super sexy like that and that is when I really know I have to get the hell out of where ever I am.

We only missed three innings and the Canadians were losing by a lot when we left. I felt bad having to leave because I was sort of taking Adam for his birthday. The transit ride back down town was complete and utter mayhem with people rushing to not miss the fireworks but thankfully my head hurt too badly for me to get very annoyed and it was only when Adam was stopping to take photos of the police guarding the skytrain station that I finally got annoyed and said PLEASE ADAM CAN WE GO I AM NOT FEELING WELL. I probably threatened a chance of over dramatic barfing and complained I had already ruined my shirt and cut myself and was probably dying of infection from the rebar and it made perfect sense because it had been MEXICO night at the ball game and EVERYONE knows that Mexico hates me.

I like this picture of us. It was one of the last ones taken of Adam at the age of 27.

1. Gus is still limping but the Hip Action that we give her for the limping/arthritis when she doesn’t barf it up is working really well. She takes it twice a day most days. If she barfs it up it is only once and sometimes she refuses to eat two.
2. Gus loves strawberries. We just discovered that they are like catnip to her. But we have not allowed her to eat any, she goes crazy nutters when we take them out of the fridge.
3. Adam and I got an early Anniversary gift from his Grandmother it was a cook-book which means she stuck with tradition. Awesome. And then a couple days later we both got birthday gifts in the mail and they were shirts and one of them I LOVE I have worn it three times already and it got me thinking about the post I wrote on the ‘Grandma Shirts’ and how Adam wanted to wear his crab shirt from his Grandma, my GMIL. I discovered looking through our honeymoon photos on flickr that he wore it a lot while we were on it and since I wrote it I have been feeling guilty not wanting it to come across as if I don’t appreiate her and what she sends us because of course some of it is total Grandma stuff, she is his Grandma but she pays me the most attention of anyone in Adam’s family other than Adam so I love her a lot and really appreiate everything she sends us, Adam can always use new work shirts anyway.
4. My breasts have almost stopped lactating. Shit, I remember telling Jared at Blogstock that if I got drunk enough that I’d show him. Thankfully I did not get drunk enough. He brought it up man. The switch from Risperidone to Seroquel has gone rather well and I’ve been able to drop my overall dosage of medication by a minimal amount but an amount none the less. It was in fact the Risperidone causing the prolactin increase as all of my blood work and CT Scan came back normal. I still have to go for one more blood test to re-test my prolactin levels, I am sure they will still be higher than normal but not as high as to cause anymore concern.
5. I am not 100% sure how I feel about Guitar Hero Encore Rocks the 80s I have finished easy level and medium level and five stared all the songs. You get five gold stars if you get 100% in this one too which rules but also sucks for me because I totally OCD out HAVING TO HAVE 100% ON EVERY SONG!!!!!! I haven’t attempted hard level yet but plan to today. I think once I venture into hard level I will have a better idea of how I feel about it. I guess in a way I expected to know more of the songs than I do, that is sort of bothering me. But as usual with this kick ass series of games even the songs I don’t know I found already growing on me when I went back to play the game on easy.
6. I finished reading Running With Scissors by Augusten Burroughs yesterday and absolutely LOVED IT. I have seen the movie twice and also LOVE the movie, I also own the movie. Now I want to read the rest of his books. Which I’m sure I will do. Now, I am reading Shopaholic & Baby by Sophie Kinsella because I have some heavy books coming up on my reading list and also just as I enjoy mindless movies on occasion Sophie Kinsella does make for some perfect mindless summer reading.
7. Tonight we are going to watch the Vancouver Canadians play some baseball. I have never been to a baseball game in my life, should be good times. I won the tickets through Rebecca and her participation in the 24 hour Blog-a-thon. When she wrote that she was going to be giving away tickets I knew at that moment I was going to win them and became worried that people would think it was rigged. It was not rigged I do not even like baseball. Adam does and it is his birthday on Monday so it is perfect and technically half of my donation was from Adam SO regardless of how you look at it we won far and square.

Or blame the experiment still afoot with my meds. I some how got it in my head that I was smarter than the medication and could beat the feeling like a zombie by simply cutting back on my clonazepam figuring the seroquel was strong enough to keep any side affects at bay. Nope wrong. SO WRONG. First maybe two days of that experiment had good results and then BAM I was screwed I can’t even describe what it was like but it didn’t feel like my body at all and I was wide awake. I went out for a run on the day I felt the worst having to concentrate pretty hard to not fall off the sea wall, I already have naturally bad balance and drift right constantly while walking. It went well I ran past a woman chugging a mickey of vodka and was thankful it wasn’t me. I had to turn back to look at her though even at the risk of falling it was before noon and she was going to finish it in what looked like one gulp. I was going to tough out the clonazepam withdrawal but gave in and took it because I needed to sleep, exercise wasn’t helping, breathing exercises weren’t working and lowering it wasn’t even in the program and was just complicating things. I am still looking for the right dosage so that I can stay up all day, yesterday I did not take a nap and today I have to power walk over to therapy so I will be kept from napping by that. I am not really feeling that bad aside from being stupid tired. I think I need another week to see how the seroquel is going to work, had I not gone into ‘MUST CONTROL ALL MY MEDICATION’ mode I’d likely be some what adjusted already but I am still too shaky to give it a yes or no.

Wimbledon is where most of my- I could be blogging right now time is going. I’ve been too tired to read much. I just picked Fall on Your Knees [Ann-Marie MacDonald] back up after a short break and have about 100 plus pages to go in what is becoming a rather epic story at almost 600 pages in length. Then I figure I should be able to get another two books in before Harry Potter arrives and I’m reading it before I even get my door unlocked after grabbing it from the Canada Post person [Saturday delivery] likely still in my PJ’s like last time. Book six I went to midnight madness with David and Adam and it was so lame I would NEVER EVER do it again, whereas for book five I did the Saturday delivery and was happier than a pig in shit.

I have never seen the amount of rain delays that Wimbledon is having before in all my years of watching Wimbledon which is a lot of years in case you were wondering. There was thunder and lighting one day and it took a record 95hours to finish one of Nadal’s matches, I can’t remember how many times it was started and stopped. For a good portion of the Championships it has looked as if all of the top players were going to battle it out for the slam title but no one but Federer has pulled it through. Venus snuck up on the women and looks set to win her fourth title. If all goes according to MY plan we’ll see a Nadal/Federer final, although it’s been seen their meetings never lack anything but the best tennis that there is to be seen anywhere right now. Sharapova, out by a beat down from Venus may have the game face perfect but her actual game is lacking to the point that it looks like she may have to wage a major come back with some adjustments to her game BUT she will never EVER be a Kournikova.