Ok, so I went to my dads the last 2 days to watch my step-brother thinking that I could at least check my e-mail while there, I knew that Aaron would have my entire time there planned out, so I thought I could sneak out and check my e-mail and maybe send my unplugged pictures to myself...nope...the effing computer decides that it doesn't like my friend the internet and "can't find a connection"...fucker...I printed out my pictures, but I want to show them to other people, so now I have to wait until my dad gets home from his trip Monday night to get my pictures...grr...and evne then it'll probably take him forever and a day to send them...grrr!!! and I was stuck watching stupid movies...ie. Garfield and various Ernest goes to school/jail/and another one that I wasn't paying attention to. He left for his dads today and I came back to my moms so all is good.

ok, so there was a Wild game tonight. Ya'll probably don't care, if you don't then stop reading because yeah. Sorry, that didn't mean to come across as bitchy, I'm just saying, if you don't wanna waste your time reading about stupid calls and stupid non-calls by the dumbass refs, then stop reading.

Anywho, so it starts right away. Marc Chouinard checks some guy on the other team with the last name Peca, can't remember his first name, from behind. Probably should have been a boarding penalty, wasn't called. Which, I'm not complaining about, that last thing we needed was to try to kill of a penalty less than a minute into the game. A few minutes later, Kurtis Foster of the Wild was tripped, not called, fine they didn't call one on us then don't call one on them, fair is fair I suppose. Later, in the 2nd I believe, right off the face-off, one of the Wild players, Pierre-Marc Bouchard high sticks one of the Oilers and draws blood, it should have been a double minor for high-sticking, but for whatever reason, the refs don't call it. That one even pissed me off. I wouldn't have cared, but blood was drawn, a lot. It looked like Butch was even expecting a call. The worst came in the 3rd. We were up 3-2 with maybe 5 minutes remaining. We had a 5 on 3 in the Oil zone. Rolston shoots the puck past Roli the goalie and we should have been up 4-2...were we? NO! Why? Because the dumbass refs waive it off and call interferance on Foster! It was the most bullshit call I have ever seen. Interference is when a player interfers with the motion of a player not in possession of the puck, therefore not allowing them to get the puck. Foster barely even touched the guy! The refs sucked tonight that's all I have to say, they didn't make the right calls at all and were so inconsistant and lazy that I can't believe that they are reffing in the NHL, they should really learn the rules of the game

I vented and now I feel better

ok, this is gonna be a fun week...ok, so get this...I get to go to my dads and watch my annoying step-brother!!! How fun!! I mean, I have been bragging to *everyone* about how I am so friggin excited!!!! I mean, what could be more fun than sitting with him all day, not doing much of anything, playing scene it...I should be good at that!! yeah!! haha...ok, that was called sarcasm people. And actually, it's not gonna be that bad, it'll probably be a little boring, but as long as I can watch the hockey games, I don't care...ooo...dad has surround sound...score!! And I can finally e-mail my fucking pictures from when I went to go meet 2 of the hockey players to myself since my dad and step-mom haven't and probably won't. I know she said she would print them off, but I want the one of me and the 2 of them as my background...I can't remember? Did I write about that? well, I wanna tell it again because I have half an hour to kill before the pre-game show. so here it is:

March 15, 2006

Dad and I drive over to meet Kathy and some other people at Jimmys. Kathy had been there since about 4:30, it started at 7, to save a table because well, it fills up fast. So we sit down, have a bite to eat and talk. At the last one they went to, without me, they met this lady Connie and she sat with us. Her son was there too...her daugher was there, but had to leave. So Connie works at the Xcel center where the boys play and she has all these really cool stories. Like one time, she wasn't going to let our new goalie into the player entrance because she didn't know that he was new. I thought that was funny. Then she talks about how she has seen the guys at concerts at the Xcel and stuff, it's cool. OH! and then one time, she saw the guy that does a lot of the website stuff and hosts all the unpluggeds, and he was bald...when you see him at these things, he's not bald, so he pretty much wears a wig. I can't look at him without laughing now. It's just funny. So it starts snowing out like crazily and the guys drove together and they were late because of the snow. Not too late, but like 7:30 maybe. Well, I saw them walk in and I fell in love. Granted they weren't my hockey hubby, but they were still really cute and the one guy is like 6'7"-6'8" something like that, yeah, he was tall. So there's a question and answer session and I asked a question! I asked what they did in the off season. Kinda stupid, but no one in our area was asking questions! So I decided to. I made eye contact with Derek...the tall one, Mikko was the other one. I didn't really get to hear what they said though because someone *cough*dad*cough* was talking to me...I listened to it online though, so that made me happy. But after it was over, they made everyone under 21 get out of the bar, so we went in what we thought wasn't the bar. I had a perfect view of both of them...I kept staring...kinda stalkerish, I know, but I wanted to get a picture with both of them. So what does my dad do? he goes back in there and asks them if I can get a picture...they said sure...I was happy...but of course, what's dad without a little embarrassment? After he took the picture, he talked to Derek, aka the Boogeyman and told them that everytime he fights...oh, he fights a lot...they should play some song from the 70s and he asked them if he heard it and he just laughs and says no...I was pulling on my dad and telling him to leave that they wanted to get home because they had practice the next day, I don't know if they did, but they probably did. Yeah, I had a TON of fun though, despite embarrassing dad.

Ugh...that's the type of week I have had. My moms aunt that I was talking about before passed away and well, even though I was saying how I was tired of everyone being sad and depressed, I can't help but feel the same thing. It's just really sinking in and I know tonight at the visitation, it won't be easy seeing everyone sad and tomorrow at the funeral is going to be worse, especially when they play "Eagles Wings"...that song never fails to make me cry and they play it at every funeral, so yeah, not looking forward to that. I just hate going to these things and seeing everyone sad and crying. It's gonna be hardest to see the little ones cry. Sunday, when she passed away, he youngest grandchild was crying and telling grandma to wake up. That broke my heart into a million pieces when I heard that.

To make things worse, I think one of my friends is mad at me. I haven't heard anything from her since Saturday. We were going to go out with a couple other people, but I wasn't feeling good, so I opted to stay in. Sunday was the day my moms aunt passed away and I wasn't really in the mood to do anything. Monday I wanted to get out of the house, so I asked a friend if he wanted to do something. My friend that's home called him and asked him to do something, but once my name was mentioned she didn't want to do anything, at least that's what it seemed like. I tried calling her a couple times, but she never answered, I left a message and she didn't call back and I am probably being paranoid, but yeah, I dunno. If she's mad, I just wish she would come out and say it.

All I have done the last couple days is just cry. There were a few moments when something put a smile on my face, but it was short lived. I have tried to do something that I know will make me smile, but it hasn't really worke, it's been more fake than anything.

So first and foremost let me acknowledge the loss of one of the most recognized and loved player in Minnesota sports history, Kirby Puckett. Not only was I shocked by his death, but I was deeply saddened along with the rest of Minnesota. I admit, I am not the biggest Twins fan in the world, it's mostly that I just like pissing my mom off...yes, I know, I am a GREAT daughter. Puckett led the Twins to 2 world series and was just a great player and a great guy from what I hear. I know he had a lot of personal issues in the few last years and from what I understand, he was starting to get his life back on track. My thoughts and prayers are with his family and friends.

Another saddness, 2 Wild players have been traded...I know, ya'll think I am just plain pathetic at this point...but I am really attached to the players. Dwayne Roloson aka, Roli the goalie, was sent to the Edmonton Oilers today...it should be interesting considering we have 3 or 4 more games against them. I know he hasn't had the best year, but I like him a lot better than Manny Fernandez. Manny is a phenomal goalie, no doubt about it, but he's such a, well, I dunno, but I know plenty of people that call him "queen Manny"...he just likes to think very highly of himself. A lot of the Wild players make appearences and are very nice and friendly to the fans...yeah, manny, not so much. The other trade was Alexandre Daigle. I actually wasn't too surprised at that. He was having a rough year after not playing during the lock out. He wasn't producing on the ice as much as he did the season before and was actually a disappointment. We picked up Mattaia, Whinehandel(sp) from the NY Islanders. He played in his first game the other night and I liked what I saw for the most part. Daigle was placed on waivers and no one claimed him so he is going to be sent down to the minors. I am hoping no one else will leave, but with a lot of our players becoming unrestricted free agents this year, I think a couple other people will leave...I hope my hockey hubby doesn't leave...I will be saddened, probably depressed for days, I will probably even move to where ever he goes to

ok, so I have been watching the Olympics, like a lot of people around the world have, and one thing perplexes me, how is curling considered a sport? I mean, maybe it's because I am being ignorant and I don't really know the rules or what the game is really, but to me sports are supposed to be exciting and the couple times I have stayed awake during a curling tournament, I wasn't the least bit excited.

On to other Olympic stuff. The sport I kept up with the most is men's hockey. 5 of the Wild players represented their countries in the games and I was rooting for them all. Brian Rolston was on team USA, which was defeated by Finland and elminated from the tournament. Rolston scored on Tuesday, which was also his birthday, so that made me happy ; Mikko Kouivo is on the Finnish team, who will play against Sweden on Sunday for the gold, so far in this tournament, team Finland is undefeated. Playing for team Sweden from the Wild is Daniel Tjarnqvist. The other 2 players are Marian Gaborik who represented Slovakia and Filip Kuba who is on the Czech Republic team. The Czech Republic beat Slovakia to go onto the semi-finals. The Czech Republic lost to team Sweden and will play tomorrow for the bronze medal against Russia. At this point, the only team I want to lose is Russia. If they lose 3 of the 5 Wild players will have medals around their neck, pretty fricken cool. 

So I have recently made a very big decision. I am leaving DePaul. It's not that I have bad roommates or that I don't like it here, it's that I am so insanely homesick, that I need to be closer to home. Over the last couple weeks, I have been thinking a lot about leaving. I just have become unbearably homesick. I don't think that I will make it to the end of the quarter. I think I am going to take some gen. eds. at a community college and then start at a university in the fall.

On to another subject that I have wanted to gripe about for awhile. I love both of my roomies dearly. We got a new one at the start of the quarter because our old one transferred. The new one, Allison, is great and fun to talk to, but, she has said some things that irk me. First of all, she has a comment on anything and everything, which is fine to be opinionated, but I dunno, sometimes it's annoying. The other day, she said something sort of offensive to me. At first, I didn't take it as offensive, but the more I thought about that, the more offensive I realized it was. She is atheist, which I am totally cool with. Well, there was this thing in our residence hall about Faith. Moe, our RA came in and asked if we wanted to come because she was in charge of it. There was free food, so of course I was gonna go. I asked Allison if she wanted to go, even though she's atheist, I thought maybe she could get another perspective. Anway, she responded with "it's not my thing, sitting there talking about miracles and Jesus, I think it's a load of bs". I don't pretend to be the most religious person in the world, but I am Catholic and after some thought, I found it sort of offensive. I mean, she just completely shot down my faith. I didn't say anything to her, but if she says something else, I may have to say something back, not in a mean way, but just tell her that I find it offensive

Ok, I feel a little bit better now that I got this off of my chest and onto paper...err..well onto computer blog anyway

Here's the difference between friends and best friends

Friend: calls your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa
Best friend: calls your parents dad and mom and Grandpa, GRAMPS!

Friend: would bail you out of jail
Best friend: would be sitting next to you sayin "we stomped the FUCK outta that bitch!!"

Friend: has never seen you cry
Best friend: Wont tell everyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in privately when your not still down.

Friend: never asks for anything to eat or drink
Best friend: Help themselves and are the reason why you have no food


Friend: asks you to write down your number.
Best friend: have you on speed dial

Friend: borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
Best friend: Loses your shit and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue."

Friend: only knows a few things about you
Best friend: could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...

Friend: will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing
Best friend: Will kick the whole crowd that left you.

Friends: would knock on your front door
Best friends: walk right in and say "I'M HOME"

Friends: you have to tell them not to tell anyone
Best friends: They already know not to tell

Friends: are only through highschool
Bestfriends: They are for life

Friends: will be there to take your drink
away from you when they think you've had enough
Best Friends: will look at you stumbling all over the place & say "Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste"

You know how awhile ago I said that I wanted to come back to Chicago?? Well, I changed my mind...I miss Minnesota and I wanna go home