The Grimm Adventures: Love me some Daniel (and hockey)

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!