Here's a little tip for all of you other hockey players out there. Don't leave your bag in the car overnight and into the next day when it's going to be 93 degrees. Not only is said bag offensive when it's not left out in the sun but it becomes down right rancid and turns your car into the smelliest place on earth. Sammy (my Saturn) is going to be thoroughly cleaned and Febreezed (like that word?) Saturday. The only reason I neglected to return my hockey bag and stick to it's home is because the team went out last night after practice. My head didn't hit the pillow until after midnight, and I had a few beers to boot. Getting up this morning was rough. Real rough. I actually had a West Wing mug of coffee this morning instead of my usual styrofoam. To be honest, I don't think I started feeling like myself until about 10 a.m. It's getting harder and harder to go out like that and be coherent the next day.

One of my co-workers wanted to get into a political discussion too. Grrr. Damn Republicans. As usual there was a lot of voice raising and desk pounding before we agreed to disagree. The topic was education, my major hot button. Combined with my short fuse it isn't a pretty picture when I get rolling. Just one more reason why I need to move away from here. It's so conservative around here it makes you want to gag. Thank god we finally got a Democrat into the Governer's mansion.

T-24 hours and counting. Believe it or not I'm a lot more calm than usual. After my little freak out of yesterday and a good talk with room mate Marti and one of my team mates, I'm ready. The point is to just go and have fun. It's just dinner. That's it. O.k, maybe mini golf too if the weather holds out. Pete is driving all the way from Baltimore. Beyond that nothing else. I guarantee you one thing, I will not be wearing these. I have enough balance problems as it is.

My sister called this afternoon. August 10th we are going to try our damndest to be in Philadelphia because our boy, G. Love is playing at one of the piers. Oh yeah, we'll definitely be there. I got into G. Love and Special Sauce's music my freshman year of college and my sister picked it up from there. At the time it was weird for an 18 year old and 10 year old to share music but hey, when the music's good, it's good. I took her to see him in concert at Millersville for her 16th birthday. That was the start of my being the cool older sister I am. Lol, funny how our relationship has changed. We used to fight like cats and dogs. Now, we get along so well it's scary. Not all the time, we are realted after all.