Lace 'em up boys

There you have it.  Game One of the playoffs hath come and gone, with the Red Wings walking away with a VICTORY.  I believe that game should go to Howard.  Great goal tending.  He manned those pipes like a fat kid manning a hot dog stand.  I'm going to zip it until Game Two.  Slow and steady wins the race; time to save our energy, play smarter not harder and continue working the powerplay.

Chris was moaning and groaning this morning seeing last night's highlights of the Blackhawks game.  That's right: we are a divided house.  The Hatfields and the McCoys under one roof.  I don't know how we're going to raise our kids-- Anyhoo, the Hawks lost last night to the Canucks 2-0.  Luongo had a crazy performance working the butterfly, while Vancouver's offense was strong from puck drop.  Chicago would've had three goals had the post been skinnier.  Sorry Kaner, you're mullett isn't pervy enough yet.

Kids Incorporated

I have recently become mildly obsessed with such programming as 20/20, 48 Hour Mystery and all things Dateline on ID.  For some reason, I think I can solve crimes.  I view these shows and think to myself "Why didn't they interview the guy from McDonalds?"  or "They should've collected DNA from the countertop."  Perhaps I followed (or am following) the wrong career path.  I suppose I need to take into consideration that a crime scene would probably make me barf and crap my pants all at the same time.



This fascination began with a recently watched Netflix documentary called "Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills."  Directed by Joe Berlinger, this film retells the story of a triple murder that took place in West Memphis, Arkansas (I was just there on Monday for work).  Three young boys were found brutally slain in a drainage area, hogtied and left for dead.  The West Memphis police department immediately pointed their fingers at a group of 3 teenagers who had been collectively scorned as "trouble."

The interesting part of this documentary is how the investigation took place; COMPLETELY incorrect in execution, the prosecution had not one form of evidence against the three convicted.  As time has gone on (this took place in 1993) Johnny Depp, Natalie Maines and Jack Black have become involved in trying to help appeal and overturn the convictions of the accussed.  Two with life sentences and one charged with capital murder (sitting on death row), the state of Arkansas refuses to retry the cases.

Recently a shady alibi AND confirmed DNA findings of hair at the crime scene from one of the slain boy's stepfather is apparently not enough to reopen things.


Small town America is awesome.  Apparently anyone can become an investigator-- buy yourself a disposable camera and a pair of rubber gloves and you'll be good to go.

Hall & Steel Cut Oates

Pardon my absence-- I have been busy visiting D-Town Awesomeness.  The reason for my pilgrimage back to the Mitten was primarily for Carrie's baby shower, however you can never emerse yourself in too much Michigan.
Adrienne did a FINE job hosting Carrie's shower.  Held at Pine Lake Country Club, the luncheon was jammed packed with blasts from the past (a.k.a. high school friends that I haven't seen in YEARS).  Carrie's awesome friend Kady did a great job decorating for the shower; all-in-all a great time.  Not to mention, the head server played a glockenspiel to alert us that lunch was ready to be served.  Who knew?  Awesome.

Mrs. Julie McKinnon Hutt Wade, Mrs. Kathryn Ann Marie Ciceri Jardine and Mrs. Melissa Ann Wills Bowles make guest appearances at the shower.  Holy great.  I can't begin to tell you the stories I have with these chics-- I have known Katie since 2nd grade, Julie since 5th grade and Melissa since 6th grade.  It makes me happy to know we have all held on to a common thread after so much time.  All the ladies looked smashing at the shower; Katie having just birthed a 9 lb. baby and Melissa in the late stages of her pregnancy.  I'm hoping we can all get together again sometime soon to catch up on gossip and recount the "good times." 

Carrie got THE HOOK UP in terms of baby shower gifts.  Baby Greta is going to be decked in the cutest, smooshiest clothes.  I hope my niece will be born with a full weave, so I can style it into mohawks and dress her in kick ass baby "street gear."



All-in-all it was a great weekend in D-Town.  What sealed the deal was hearing (on the drive back to Chicago) that the Red Wings have secured a spot in the playoffs.  Yes.  Great.  Suck it Blackhawks. 

I'm so over bandwagon Chicago fans saying "Detroit Sucks."  Get a clue, find a new chant, and catch up on the history of your team.  Just because you won the Stanley Cup last year doesn't mean your team will win it this year.  That's the thing with bandwagon fans-- they don't realize that DEFENDING the Cup is the hard part.  There needs to be less time talking about what lame Southside bar the Cup was at and who was drinking out of it, and more time discussing icing, power playing killing and foot races on the ice.  So, while all YOUS GUYS were basking in the joy of first time Cup posession, the Detroit Red Wings were thinking of a way to get Lord Stanley back.  Welcome to the playoffs.  Have fun against Vancouver.

A LIST OF SORTS:

1.)  Men that don't maintain proper nail cutting practices is the sickest thing ever.  EVER.
2.)  There is a reason why drug stores no longer sell Malibu Musk, so stop wearing it.
3.)  Speaking openly about hating a particular group/community of people is not diplomatic.  Check yourself.
4.)  I am currently reading "The Dirt," a confessional about Motley Crue.  Interesting.

Reverse Mullet

I read peoplemagazine.com and usmagazine.com every morning.  I guess you could say I'm addicted to trash rags via online.  It baffles me how/why certain people are famous.  Case in point:  Paris Hilton, The Kardashians, Kate Gosselin, that Friday song youtube chic, the list goes on.  I understand that people are attracted to trainwrecks, i.e. the cast of The Jersey Shore however, it doesn't really say much about my character when I conciously support such morons.

If I ever have a daughter that acts as insecurely as Sammi Sweetheart or a son that behaves like Jason from "Laguna Beach," I'll shoot myself.  Right off the old ledge.  Boom.

I do support Bethenny Frankel.  She kicks ass.  Any chic that can speak her mind, be wittier than any reject reality star and manage to be successful as a entrepreneur is a star in my eyes.  Plus, her husband is legit.


I think there is something in the water in southern California.

Hot Trash

I have a renewed faith in Chris' domestic abilities......   

I like to cook and clean.  Weird, right?  True story.  I'd take cleaning the bathroom over raking leaves any day of the week.  There is nothing more rewarding than having guests in your home and compliment you on how clean the house is.  LOVE IT.

Sunday night we had Kristy and Phil over for dinner.  I prepared chicken pot pie (which I knocked outta the park on the Awesome Scale) which won over the crowd.  For dessert I purchased two boxes of snickerdoodle mix; Chris always requests cookies and milk.  Antsy for a sweet treat, Chris and Phil rolled up their sleeves and made cookies.  It was hilarious.  I believe there were a few "Is the oven preheating?"  "Don't overmix it!" and the oh so classic "Make sure they're not burning."  Kristy and I were cracking up.  I'm seeing in neon "Chris and Phil's Dutch Oven Bakery."

Kasia played clean up and managed to ingest a whole cookie which meant a sore tummy all day Monday.  I took her to the dog park after work and I think she had four blow-outs.  No need for doggy clean up bags at that point.



I'm super pumped to head back to the D this weekend.  It's Carrie's first shower; two more to look forward to after that.  Melissa and Adrienne will be in the mix which is rad.  Melissa is as far along as Carrie in her pregnancy, so I'm sure we'll be catching up on all things breastpumps, onesies and diapers.


I'd like to take this opportunity to discuss the relevance of Detroit:
1.)  Bob Seger
2.)  The Detroit Red Wings are leading 10 points over the Blackhawks in the Western Conference
3.)  Tiger games are way better than Sox games
4.)  Coneys
5.)  Detroit is mentioned in the movie "Aspen Extreme"
6.)  Detroiters boo'd Charlie Sheen off the stage.  Good riddance.

Triple-Bagged poop

Chris and I took Kasia to her first annual yearly vet appointment.  A rabies shot, distemper shot and one fecal exam later, our little magical furry princess received an A+ bill of health.  $300 bucks nowadays doesn't get you anywhere-- a new rabies medal of bravery, some heartworm pills, a package of Frontline and a quick ear rub on a Chihuahua puppy..... what a ripoff.


Sometimes I wish we adopted two Kasias; one of her brothers or sisters.
chubby softness