This makes me sick. I missed the game because I handed over the remote control to my room mate. Since she is in the final hours of her relationship, I decided to be nice and let her watch what she wanted. So we were watching Saturday Night Fever instead. Actually it was probably a good thing I wasn't watching the game, my blood pressure would have been through the roof.

Last night we finally agreed on a name and team colors for our hockey team. Drum roll please...drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...The York Enforcers! Woo-Hoo! I was happy with that one. It was either that or the York Ice Breakers, sounds too much like a breath mint to me. Colors will be navy and silver/gray. A logo is forthcoming. League play will begin in October in the Mid-Atlantic League. Granted, we'll probably get our butts handed to us most nights but at least we'll have fun. There is also a strong possibility we will be going to a tournament in Lake Placid, NY in May. Better get my behind to the gym.

Bob and I were supposed to do something after he got off work last night. Sigh. He called around 10:30 to tell me he was closing up and just wanted to go home and go to bed. Fine with me, I was falling asleep on the couch anyway. I just wanted to do something with him this weekend. As stated in a previous post, we don't get much hanging out time anymore. We're supposed to go see Gods & Generals this week. I don't know, I hope this one happens. If not I doubt I'll get to see him before he leaves on his trip to Ireland.

Before I go much further, I would like to apologize. I was reading back over some of my old posts and realized I have been a total pain in the butt, whiney, bitchy person over the past year. O.k., it's been more than a year. That normally is not me. Yeah, I have my moments but generally I can be a nice person. Somwhere along the way I lost sight of that though. The whole Dan Debacle was not cool. My parents situation is always in the back of my mind. Sigh. So I'm making changes for the better. Less whining. Less bitchiness. If for some reason I don't follow through you all are allowed to call me on it.

No really, I mean it.