The Good Old Hockey Game

I was in grade 11 when Canada and the US faced off for Olympic Gold in men's hockey in Salt Lake City, Utah. It was a school day. Our TV hall monitors were switched from displaying messages and announcements to the game. People came to school in red and white with maple leaves tattooed on themselves and capes of Canadian flags. Instead of a biology lesson, the TV was hauled out and we just watched. Tests had to be rescheduled. Cheers erupted that could be heard blocks away each time Canada scored. When the bell rang we poured into the halls and into the main foyer where hundreds of students gathered around a relatively small screen to watch the last period. Final Score: Canada 5, USA 2. Men, big, burly men, cried. Businesses shut down. Bars spilled into the streets. Lots of people drank a lot of beer.
And here we are again, eight years later, Canada playing the US for Olympic gold: on home ice. Now, I'm not a follower of hockey. But I grew up in rinks and I know about putting skates on at six in the morning after your parents drove through a blizzard and unplowed streets to get there. And every Canadian has played their share of floor and street hockey. And though I am at times troubled by the amount of esteem we give athletes, I must admit, there is no other sport that unites us in the way that hockey does. And no other specific game that brings out our patriotism more than the Olympic Gold hockey match. And to sweeten the pot, we're playing our game in our country against the US of A, the country we most love to think we're just a little bit better than. 
No pressure, boys. No pressure.

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The First Scratch

The first post on a new blog is like the first scratch on a new bike: somehow more painful than the many larger scrapes that follow. So, here it goes. KRRRRCH.

Hi! Welcome to my blog. I'm not really sure what it's about yet. My husband and family all blog and it seems like a lot of fun so I thought I would give it a try. I guess it will be about different things from my life: some serious, some not so serious, and some no where near serious.

I was looking for pictures of myself and my husband on our computer and all I could find were pictures of our dog, Linus. Here he is:

And this is him as a puppy:

Isn't he the cutest dog ever? Now you know why we have so many pictures of him and none of ourselves. And you can clearly understand how he also became the most spoiled and loved dog in the universe.

This is Ben, my wonderful, amazing, talented, sweet and darling husband. He writes young adult and children's literature.

His first book "The Boy Who Went Ape" was published in 2007 with Scholastic.

And then there's me. I'm a Registered Nurse and I work in the Emergency Department at a community hospital just outside of Victoria. It requires me to keep very strange hours and yet I love my job. I feel fortunate to be able to make a person's day a little bit better, even in the worst situations.

Me on my way to work.

(Note the bowl of KD and the awkward smile directed at Ben who is taking this photo even though I'm running late.)

The last BIGGIE is right here:

WOAH! It's huge and growing by the minute. I know! We're due May 25th, 2010. (Insert Jaws movie theme here). Needless to say, we're very excited to meet him/her.

So that is my life in 5 pictures and a few paragraphs. Thanks for stopping by and come again!

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