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This week the Carolina Hurricanes defeated the Edmonton Oilers in 7 games to become this years Stanley Cup Champions. Hockey, people. The Stanley Cup is the oldest of sports trophies to be awarded, starting in 1892 awarded to a certain team from Montreal. It was just a wee bowl back then and now it is a tower of shiny metal, emblazoned with the names of every man whose team has achieved this greatness.
Although I was disappointed the Devs were not in contention, I am truly happy for the 'Canes. Not too long ago they were the dreadful Hartford Whalers. I was happy Glen Wesley finally got his crack at it. He toiled for the even more pathetic Bruins for years without a championship. He played hard and was a true team player so he's due.
Even happier though, for Mr Rod Brind'Amour. Rod is a fantastic player, a true leader and although I would have been happier to see him inn a Devils uniform, I think he is most deserving.
Many years ago Herself was on the board of the Chidrens Cancer Institute when she learned of Rod. A young cancer patient named Steven Reid confessed his love for the Flyers hockey club and his Fave-o' player, Rod Brind'Amour. Rod spent many hours working with the foundation donating his time and to the childrens charity. He appeared at events and had sent jerseys, sticks, tee-shirts and other Flyers goodies to Steven and even gave him ducets to the games and invited him to team practices. This thrilled Steven beyond words. Sadly, Steven lost his battle with cancer but Rod gave him and his family much happiness in their troubled times.
He, like the rest of the team, including by the way, Peter Laviolette who coached the Baby B's in Providence R.I. (Congrats Peter!), support many charites in the Raleigh area.
One of them is Kids 'N Community Foundation, which raises funds for The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society's Eastern North Carolina Chapter. The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society is a national voluntary health agency dedicated to curing leukemia, lymphoma, Hodgkin's disease and melanoma, and to improving the quality of life of patients and their families. Check 'em out

So anyways, where I was going with this mess is that when you do good things, good things will happen to you. So, Rod, here's looking at you man.

Get Back

Well, like the other 80 billion people on the planet, I'm in my WorldCup mode. I've watched all the games I possible can. Even catching them on Univision, our local Spanish channel. To her credit, Herself has been very patient and has caught some of the action with me. She did, however, put her foot down when I thought I'd rename the cat 'Figo'....just until July 9th of course.
Today saw a HUGE upset when the lads from Ghana put the foot to those pesky Czechs. They looked like they were playing against six-year olds. No offense to my local six-year olds. Great game..I now eagerly await the start of Italy and USA. Let's go boys, you can do it!

My Neighbor Sucks. Can I Mace Her?

Another work week is in the books and I'm almost enjoying my weekend. I say almost because again, we were awake before 5am. Usually the cat, but today, there was someone in the road revving a car engine and it sounds like they were throwing an empty garbage can around. Nice.
The slag next door, Gretchen Ganky, went to the Township and filed complaints against three of her neighbors. One of them being yours truly. In her statement she claims we are throwing 'refuse'(charcoal/burnt food) from our grill into her yard and then, this is the best part, "hair from the cat after grooming".
Okay, firstly, we don't use charcoal, we use Lava rocks. Secondly, I am Master of the Flame, I don't fucking burn food. If anything gets "burnt" it is a hot dog I'll char up for the Lovely One who likes her doggies wellll done. And as far as the cat fur, God knows....Maybe she has the "Little Whore DNA and HIV Testing Kit." God knwos with her.
She said Wendy, who lives behind her, is washing the poop from her dogs kennel into her yard. She (the Slag) of course, did not tell the woman at the Township that she has a dog who happens to be tied up right behind Wendy's pooches pen. And we never see Bitchface cleaning up crap.
I truly hate the woman. it's not nice, I know, but the gowl brings it out of me. I almost wish a big hunk of frozen waste would fall from a 747 right onto her fucking melon. I say almost because she does have three kids and, hey, you can't help who your mother is. I mean the woman is just awful...ugghhhh..
On another note, the weather was awesome yesterday. About 75 degrees and a nice strong breeze...kinda like a fall day..love it. Today is supposed to be the same.
Remember the co-worker I mentioned a few entries ago? Well, she got her new job and is on her way out. Too bad...Apparently her boss nearly dropped over when she told him. Oh well, treat your people good and they won't bail on you. Now there will be four people in that department. When I started in 2000 there were 15. Yikes!

On a happier note, the World Cup has started. I was,at first, happy to see that all the games would be available on the telly. All the games, that is, if you have a HighDef TV, and subscribe to ABC High Definition. Fuckers! So what the poor folk will actually see are games carried on ESPN2 and the local Spanish tv station. They do a great job, I mean, I don't have a clue what they are saying but they're excited! I can tell when someting is going on or about to go on. I caught a few games yesterday. Really, you don't need play-by-play anyways. It is the beautiful game after all.
Hopefully today will be restful.

News From Da' Hood

Sunday is here and instead of sleeping late, we were up at 530 because of the cat. I blocked his kitty door to the house with a half a case of canned soda. He pushed it out into the kitchen and made his way upstairs. He wailed and carried on and when he was sure we were awake, he jumped on the bed laid across our foreheads and went into his 'chainsaw' mode. He purrs so loud, knick-knacks rattle on the shelfs.
Speaking of knick-knacs rattling. A neighbor two doors down was having a party for his twins and they were in the street playing basketball and one of the fuckers had their car stereo POUNDING. I mean, shit people. Our windows were shaking. That was, I think, in retaliation to the Slag (who is between us and the neighbor in question.) One of the kids that she accused of breaking into her home was the birthday boy. So this goes on for hours until the police roll up. This does no good because A: the cop tells the kids turn it down, and they do..for all of 2 minutes until they are sure the copper is gone and B: because father of birthday boy is friends with a couple of the cops. The stereo pounding started at about 3 and at 6 I told Herself I could not take it. So we drove on over to the new Wal-Mart and picked up a few little things and when we got home around 915 the little fuckers were still playing basketball in the road. And they did so until almost 11. It's dark you little pricks.
On Tuesday, Captain CrazyPants across the street is taking our neighbors to court over their outdoor fireplace. He doesn't like the smell. Apparently, the smell from his charcoal grille doesn't bother him when he's standing right over it, but the smell from a completely contained fireplace over 50 feet away does. Jaysus, I can't believe the court will even allow this. Imagine this guy trying this with our forefathers? "Excuse me Mr. Jerfferson, I don't like the smell of your burning wood and I want you to stop." Ol' Thom would have him in a headlock, dragging him to the woodshed, kick the snot out of him and not even be in violation of his civil rights.
But now we, unfortunately, live in a country where all we care about are people's feelings. What is next? "I'm allergic to your flowers, take them up out of your flowerbed?" "Don't wear your Devils t-shirt to school Tommy, you may offend the Catholics." "Dear Fox executives, I don't enjoy Family Guy, please take it off the air?"
I am praying the judge who hears this throws it right out of court.
We caught 'Brokeback Mountain' last night. Pretty good movie.
I want to mow the grass because due to the twelve inches of rain we have had in the last three days, the grass is almost three feet hig. We've lost the dog twice already. okay, it's not that bad. I exxagerate now and again.