Totally Heather

As many of you know, I love hockey.  And tonight I watched the last game in the Senators vs Penguins series.  I didn't know it was going to be the last game and to be honest, I was hoping that it wouldn't be the last game.  I kind of really wanted the Senators to win that game and eventually come back to take the series.

Quick update for all of you who are not hockey fans and have no clue what I'm talking about: Right now, we're in the midst of the NHL playoffs.  And if you ask me, it's the best sport to watch during the playoffs.  Tonight was Game 6 of a best of seven series.  The Sens (Ottawa Senators) won the first game of the series but then the Pens (Pittsburgh Penguins) won three in a row.  The Sens came back to win Game 5 to keep the series alive but ended up losing tonight.

I say I'm a Leafs girl (Toronto Maple Leafs) but I like the Sens.  A lot.  As a self-proclaimed Leafs girl, that's like a mortal sin.  It's like saying I'm a Red Sox fan but I also like the Yankees (not true but a good example).  But I do like the Sens.  However, I believe my liking of Canada's capital's team stems a lot from my 9th grade self.

My 9th grade self has a lot of love for some of the guys on that team.  Well, I guess only two guys from 9th grade and a few others from the rest of my life.  Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a puckbunny (aka a girl who just goes after hockey players).  I've just spent a lot of time in hockey (working for hockey teams, etc).  But as a 9th grader, I was in love with Jason Spezza.  To me, he was quite possibly the hottest man alive.  And at that time, he was also playing in major juniors.

In 9th grade I also briefly dated one of the guys who now plays for the Sens.  At that time, he was also playing in major juniors.  Now, I haven't really thought about him since high school and even then, I didn't think of him too often.  But tonight it all came back and suddenly hit me.  It gave me a funny feeling.  I don't know what it was.  I can't even explain it.  But I just remembered how nice of a guy he was and how at the time I didn't realize what a great guy he was.

I don't know what I realized, really.  And I'm not sure how I feel.  I don't even know what I'm trying to say.  But it came to me all at once and I had to tell someone.  So I figured it would be best to tell all of you.

I'm sick.  And I've been sick for the past few days.  Since I'm sick, I don't want to do much of anything (more like I don't have the energy to do much of anything).  But even though I'm down, it doesn't mean Bentley is out.

It actually feels like quite the opposite, actually.  It feels as if Bentley suddenly has unlimited amounts of energy.  And since I live in an apartment, I don't have a yard.  I wish I had a huge fenced in yard that I could let Bentley off of his leash just to run around and play.  I don't have that, but the town I live in does!

The town I live in is small.  It has a small population that increases by two thirds in the winter because of snowbirds.  It's a retiree town that doesn't have much at all (of course, we have a Super Walmart, a million restaurants that advertise the early-bird special, and a Staples).  Ok, I guess it has a few things but nothing of particular interest to me.  Nothing except for a dog park!

It's a really nice dog park - excuse me, it's a "Paw Park."  So today, since I had just about enough energy to drive to the Paw Park, I loaded Bentley into the car and away we went (actually we picked up my dad first just in case someone had to chase after Bentley).

 Bentley and Toby taking a break

There are two sections of the park.  A small dog park and a large dog park.  Bentley is just under the large dog park weight.  And that side of the park was filled with really big dogs - none of which were puppies.  And the small dog park had one little dog who was running around by himself having a great time.  So we brought Bentley in the small dog park with the little dog, who's name turned out to be Toby.

Since I've only had Bentley two weeks (to the day) and he's never really met any other dogs (except at the vet), I wasn't sure how he'd react.  But he did great!  He loved Toby and they played tag for about 15 minutes (until they both became too tired to run anymore), shared Toby's water and even shared Bentley's favorite toy: his rope.  They played tag again but only for a short time and after about 45 minutes, we left.

Now Bentley is sleeping on his bed with his rope (which was across the room but he just got up to get it so he could snuggle with it).  And I'm about to take a nap too.

Happy Easter everyone!

And now for the surprise:  I'm getting a dog!  His name is Bentley and he's 3 months old.  He's coming home on Tuesday or Wednesday!  So I'll be posting pictures and keeping you up to date on all of the trials and tribulations of having a puppy.

Aw crap.  My computer started acting wonky.  And so I started clicking all over the screen.  And by clicking everywhere, I deleted my last post (as well as opened 3 news windows with former posts).  It was long.  I'm not going to re-write.

But I am going to re-write that I have some exciting news!  I can't post about it yet because I need to tell some people about it first.  But it's very exciting and I think you'll all be excited too!  Hurrah!

So today Mike and I went to the mall.  But on the way, we stopped at the Hillsborough County Animal Shelter (the city pound).  And if you know me at all, you know that stopping there is a bad idea for me.  And this time was no exception.  I fell in love.

I fell in love with a little German Shepard/Lab mix, who I named Shea.  She was such a good little dog (she's little right now).  Two dogs walked by to go for walks and all the dogs started barking and going crazy.  She started barking and I said, "Shh" to her and she immediately stopped.  She sat down and looked up at me and was quiet the rest of the time.  Then when I went to go get Mike to show him her, she barked again.  I told her to be quiet again and she sat there and looked all sad as I walked away.

Then when I came back, she stood up and wagged her tail like it was the best day of her life.  I fell absolutely in love with her.  And I cried when I had to leave her.  So now I'm really debating on adopting her.  If I don't adopt her, she'll be euthanized on Thursday.  

Anyway, on the car ride home, to make me feel better, I made Mike play car games with me.  Rachel and I used to always play these games on road trips to Boston from Maine.  One of them is A my name is ___, my husband's name is ____, we live in _____ and we sell _______.  And everything has to begin with that letter.  Another game is "I went on a picnic and I brought..." and you go through the alphabet.  The hard part is trying to remember all of the letters before yours (because you have to repeat A thru whatever letter before yours).

So Mike and I went on a picnic and we brought apples, bananas, cupcakes, Ding Dongs, Easter eggs, franks, gords, hot dogs, ice cream, Jacks, Kit Kats, large bananas, mocha Moolattes, nude magazines (that was Mike's obvs), octopus, pussy (again...), quadruplets and rashes.  We had to stop at R because we arrived back at the apartment.

Other than wishing that vampires were real, I was a vampire who could go out in sunlight and I had a vampire boyfriend named Damon who just so happens to loo like Ian Somerhalder and act like Damon from The Vampire Diaries book series - I do wish that every morning could be like today.  It's 9:20am and I'm still in bed. 

Yes, I have to work today but I also had to work 11 hours yesterday.  I didn't even leave the rink for food.  I just stayed in that building for 11 hours straight.  But since I did work for 11 hours, it means I don't have to start work today until noon.

I think it would be most people's dream job to just roll out of bed when they want to and stroll into work for 5 or so hours and then leave.  It would be ideal for me.

So with all the extra time on my hands, I decided to blog about nothing.  I feel like it's what I'm best at.  Oh!  And I think I'm going to start writing again (but not about vampires...  I'm crap at stuff like that).  Maybe next time I blog I'll have something compelling to write about.

Oh.  And I just spent a good 20 minutes searching for a picture of Ian Somerhalder to link to.  But I couldn't find one that I liked.  Alas, you'll have to do your own searching if you care enough to haha.

So the other night I was lying in bed when I suddenly started to wonder if I was right-brained or left-brained.  In theory, each side of the brain controls a different way of thinking.  And I was wondering how I think.

So I Googled.  And I came along this optical illusion.  Do you see her spinning clockwise or counter-clockwise?  I saw her spinning to the right (clockwise).  It means I'm right brained.  It pretty means I'm random.  And I remember things spatially as opposed to chronologically/sequentially. 

And in my head, I thought, "I am totally not random!"  And then I realized I was lying in bed trying to sleep when it suddenly came into my head out of nowhere.

Other than me being right brained (I took a few tests and found out I'm almost considered extremely right brained... fab!), I just found out there's Kindle for iPhone.  Best app ever!  I've read two books on it since having it for two days (I read both of them in about 2-2 1/2 hours - I'm a fast reader).  I read the newest Vampire Diaries book and The Last Song.  Not the most intellectually stimulating books, but I still liked them.  I also cried while reading The Last Song...

And so now you know I'm right-brained (while most people are left brained) and that I have Kindle for my iPhone.