Everybody
hold onto their boot straps because there is indeed….ANOTHER BLOG POST. And you
can thank baby Grimm for this one…the discomfort pregnancy has thrust upon me
has kept me up past my bedtime once again. So let’s get this party started!
The first topic I would like to approach is, most likely,
quite irrelevant to many lives. BUT…it’s my blog. THEREFORE I am allowed to
talk about the NHL STANLEY CUP PLAYOFFS if I would like. And if this is not
interesting to you at all I suggest you skip this next part. I won’t be
offended. SO here we go.
ALRIGHT. Day one of the playoffs just ended and I am already
enjoying myself immensely. I say this because my San Jose Sharks have yet to
play…so fair warning: my attitude towards the playoffs might abruptly change...but
we will talk about my boys in a second. Let’s first talk about the Dallas vs.
Anaheim game. Now for those who know my sweet Daniel, you know he is a pretty
big Dallas Stars fan. It has actually been the root of many a heated discussion
in our household seeing as the Sharks and the Stars don’t really get along. But
I will say this. I hate the Ducks way more than I could ever dislike the Stars.
So this matchup is a treat for Daniel. I am rooting for the green and white on
this one. Not only does Anaheim just get under my skin because they’re ANAHEIM
(if you do not understand why that statement makes perfect sense…then you
probably aren’t a hockey fan…) BUT they, and I firmly believe this and will
stick by my statement until the day I die, have the worst. Fans. Ever. Ask
anybody who isn’t a Ducks fan and they will back me up. I don’t know what it is
about Southern California hockey fans but holy moly. They’re the worst. (I
include LA Kings fans in this statement)
In this first game of
this series, the Ducks scored 4 goals and the Stars had a big ole goose egg
when Daniel and I finally gave up watching and went to bed. And Daniel says
something along the lines of “watch. They’re going to make an amazing comeback
and I will be sound asleep when it happens.” AND THEN THEY DID. (I will be
promoting Daniel to say such things about the Sharks taking it all. Updates to
follow) The stars still lost…but only by one point! WHAT A COMEBACK. And Daniel
missed it all. Poor guy. But here’s the thing that really gets me…the Ducks
fans want a parade. They want to call themselves the cup winners. ITS GAME ONE
OF THE FIRST SERIES. CALM THE HECK DOWN. I swear upon all things good and
wonderful, the next comment I see on any social networking site about how the
Ducks played against two teams, the stars and the refs, or about how they
deserve the cup now and spare the stars the embarrassment…I think I might lose
my mind. So if you are an Anaheim Ducks fan (and you call them the Anaheim
MIGHTY Ducks...I promise you I will punch you in the throat) then you need to
take it from me and just stop it. The whole NHL fan base hates you. End of rant…
I will briefly state that this year LA will not kick us out
of the playoffs and I want Lord Stanley’s cup to finally have the sharks on it.
But I am keeping my mouth shut until games start playing. (NBC Sports is airing
them. Tune in Thursday night for some seriously good hockey. BEAT LA!) That Is
all.
OK, now to the fun, married people things! This post I am
dedicating to my wonderful husband. Because I am going to brag about him. He
will probably be embarrassed but I don’t care. I love you Daniel. Don’t hate me
for sharing these things… :)
First off. Best hubby ever award goes straight to Daniel.
The other morning I wasn’t feeling too hot, like most mornings, and Daniel was
asking me what I wanted to have for breakfast. We were simply lying in bed, talking,
cuddling, enjoying each other’s company and a moment to simply just relax, and
the image of waffles dances into my mind. Now if you’ve ever been pregnant, or
around somebody who is pregnant, then you know that once you crave something
YOU HAVE TO HAVE IT. So, I asked sweet Daniel if he would make me waffles. He
said he would, but I had to clear off a space for his work space in our then,
messy kitchen. (Which Daniel later cleaned…he’s basically the best.) I then
proceeded to whine about how I didn’t feel good and, like the saint that he
truly is, he let me stay in bed as he made me waffles to devour and to put my
craving to rest. I just really love him.
A FEW DAYS LATER…another craving has hit. And I just want a
Pizza Factory breadstick. Daniel was in class when this craving began so I sent
him a text to see if he would pick me one up on his way home. He said he would,
because he is the best, and I waited patiently for the arrival of my delicious bread
treat. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a PF breadstick…but they are MASSIVE.
One will definitely suffice for a pregnant lady because I mean it when I say
they are HUGE. So sweet Daniel comes home and is holding a pizza box that
smells like it came straight out of God’s oven. I ask him why the box is so big
for a breadstick and he says “I bought you 5…I didn’t know they were so big.” I
think I almost peed my pants from laughing so hard.
I think I could talk for days about how wonderful my husband
is. He is sweet, kind, caring, selfless, funny, smart, and wickedly handsome,
among a number of other things. He sings very beautifully in the shower, can
make a very convincing cow noise, he sometimes talks to our baby like a monkey
in case we have to abandon him to apes (please refer to Tarzan), AND he talks
in his sleep, which, I will have you know, is hilarious. I firmly believe that
I hit the jackpot with Daniel John Grimm and I count him many a times on my
blessings lists.
I apologize for the long post but I will admit. Two of my all-time
favorite things are Hockey and my husband. So I don’t feel that bad :) Hope
that I keep up the good work with my blog updates and have a wonderful life
until we chat next time. Person reading this…I probably love you a lot. That is
all. Until next time!
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| Isn't he the cutest person EVER? |
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| Yeah. Cutest human. Holy cow what a babe. |
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| I guarantee I will look at him like that for the rest of forever. Can you tell I love him? |
