Tis’ a Good Morning.

Very few things can make me this happy before noon, but a little taste of hockey season this morning changes such.

I finally met Shelby, not that we didn’t know each other, but it was our first conversation without a computer or cell phone in front of us. She’s a lovely girl and, just in case there was concern, not a crazy killer with a knife or something.

Anywho, we received a tip that former and current Sabres, along with some random guys, practice at the Pepsi Center in the early am, so we ventured out to see them.

Sure enough, Adam Mair was there, because he doesn’t leave the city ever. Patrick Kaleta showed up, which was apparently his first time showing up. Petey was also there probably because he doesn’t know where else to go for the time being. Captain Rivet was also there, but he didn’t stay long, I’m sure his intense maturity level couldn’t handle it.

Oh! And Connolly! How did I forget him? Maybe because I’m not use to seeing him skate…

As for the FORMER Sabres, and we will ignore Michael Peca so it doesn’t damper on my excitement, there was this guy…

who I only recognized in the Team Canada jersey when he walked by me because of those beautiful eyes (and the goalie gear, but ya know). I was soooo excited, but I didn’t say anything to him inside the actual rink…aside from laughing when he tried to yell early, and Petey was pestering him saying ‘ ten more minutes!’ (Mr. Biron had a meeting at 11).

And there was also some Jay McKee guy who was not going to get much attention until he was OUT of that Penguins jersey. Honest to God, when he signed my puck, I was literally on edge of going ‘ why the Penguins?!’ But, I wasn’t sure he could take it in a joking way, because I adore Jay and I’m sure he made what he thought was the smartest move. Still…

I do hope that Marty was secretly happy that I had an Islanders puck (that I bought yesterday).

Just as Patty 2 must have been when I kindly filled up the water bottle that he threw over the glass to me.

And the excitement did last until the last minute because Marty had actually parked next to me in the parking lot.

We didn’t get out there with enough time to get a picture of such, but that did not stop me from getting one of the empty parking space.

HA!

Shelby and I do plan to venture out to the center in the next few days to see what other kind of trouble we can get into. Like free hugs…

Team Mouse Potatoes.

Ladies and Gents,

I hate to be the one to tell you, but Drew Stafford has gone missing…officially. And since we cannot narrow down any possibilities of his whereabouts (he could have been kidnapped, he could have been brainwashed, he could be trapped under a pile of rubble that fell on him in his basement) nor when he went missing (either after the season or after the Catwalk) Shelby and I are putting together a team of especially qualified to locate him.

This is Phoebe…

My somewhat reliable but always faithful. Due to our lack of…well, Shelby having a car, this is what we are resorting to on our quest. Not to worry, it’s rather spacious and there’s plenty of random junk on the floor to entertain ourselves with.

The team, Team Mouse Potatoes, is as follows….

Shelby (front seat): Coordinator….coordinates possibly Drew locations using her wits as well as the gps in my phone as our guide.

Tamara (drivers seat): Pilot. Driving terribly in foreign cities (like Pittsburgh?) while yelling at anyone else who tries to give me half assed directions (since I have a knack for doing it anyways)

Ronan Tynan (Back Seat): Takes it upon himself to make the best of stressful situations. Things tend to take a positive turn when he sings God Bless America, don’t they? Perfect, happy addition.

James Patrick (Back Seat): Lets face it people, Lindy and Drew will never see eye to eye. On top of that, him being lost/kidnapped/trapped/missing is a stressful situation. Stress that Mr. Ruff does not need right now (or ever, really). And even when/if we locate him, the stress would not be replaced with happiness and joy…he would just smack him for ever disappearing. So, we called in Jeep, to be both an authority figure, and a lover.

Goose (Back Seat, probably in the middle): When he’s not saving the world (and Drew), assisting a family of ducks- and old ladies- in crossing the street, AND putting out the fire in a burning building (while we purchase candy at a nearby gas station…he will be assisting Shelby in turning cookie dough into, get this, cookies in the most green and eco-friendly way possible. When all else fails, you want Goose there. Whether it be a kidnapped teammate, or the third period of a crappy, crappy game.

Rivet (Trunk, the spacious trunk): He was only added about an hour ago. He’s the captain, so it’s almost protocol that he is there. Shelby is calling him the co-leader, and that is very fitting. Though I think of all the above, he may be the one who doesn’t want to be there.

We set out just as soon as I can fill up my gas tank!