Puck Off

Well, The Nashville Predators lost again in the first round of the playoffs. Pafuckinthetic! I guess I'll be rooting for the NY Rangers to win the cup. Oh well, maybe next year. In a way, I'm glad the hockey season is over. Now, I can get back to saving money for Argentina in the fall.

Oops, I forgot...I've got a blog

Well, it's been too long since Ive posted. I guess my excuse is being busy and not having tons to blog about. Here's a few things that have been going on the past week:
NHL Playoffs...My Preds are down 2-1 against San Jose with Game 4 being played tonight at the shark tank. Nashville really needs to win tonight or its gonna be tough coming home on Friday for Game 5. The fans have been louder and wilder than years past. Luckily BF and I are in Club Level for these games (thanks to my company).
Most all of the trees in Nashville look dead thanks to a late season freeze which totally annihilated the green beauty of spring. Now all the leaves are falling and looks like a sick autumn.
My new tenant moved in. He seems like a really good guy. He came here from FL to manage a well known restaurant here in town. I can't put my finger on him as gay, yet. He's single, well groomed, has been a waiter for 12 years, and has a really good sense of design. Yeah...I'm pretty sure hes one of us.
I got to go shopping for the first time in months. It had been way too long. Got some great new clothes for summer, and some much needed new office duds. It's amazing what a few new outfits and a fresh haircut can do for your mood and well being.
I won $250 at poker the other night.
Went to the dentist today. They were very happy about my dental condition. However, they did find what looks to be the start of a cavity. I was crushed. I have never in my life had a cavity. It's something Ive always boasted about. Oh well, such is life.
Hopefully I'll have some more time to post now that next door is completely done. Anyway, I hope everyone is having a great week.

New Ear Candy

So, after many recommendations, I stopped at FYE on the way home from the gym on Tuesday evening and bought the Mika CD. Of course, I was already familiar and infatuated with Grace Kelly and Love Today, but the other tracks were all new to me. I didn't know what to think of them at first. A few I liked right off the bat. Others, I wasn't so sure about. But, by the third full listen I was hooked. Not a bad song on it. Very infectious. You can hear hints of several great artists throughout; Queen, The Beatles, Sir Elton, just to name a few (but with an updated twist). I think I may even like his cover of Satellite better than DMB's version. This will probably be another one of the CDs that I really won't be able to get sick of. The last one like that was Ta-Dah by Scissor Sisters. If you like SS, you will like Mika.

Can't Stop

Not too long ago I developed a new addiction. Luckily, its not one that costs me too much money, and no one can tell I'm a junky unless they get a good look at my gums. However, I do like to be by myself when I do it, so know one else can see the monster in me. It started a little over a year ago. I hadn't been to the dentist in probably 10 years or more, and to be honest, didn't plan on going. A strong phobia and my own laziness kept me away (mostly the phobia). Ive always been good about brushing twice a day, and believe it or not, I have never had a cavity. However, it had gotten to a point that my gums would bleed a little when i brushed. I wrote it off to brushing too hard.

The company I work for has great health care benefits, but sadly enough, no dental. So, when BF came home and said he had enrolled me for dental insurance through his work (his company offers Domestic Partner benefits), I was glad, but at the same time worried. I knew that I would have to go in for at least a cleaning within six months of enrollment or lose the benefit. He pestered and pestered me up until that sixth month when I finally scheduled an appointment. Sitting in the chair, looking around at all the implements designed for oral torture, I could feel a bead of sweat roll down my forehead. The hygienist came in, poked and prodded about in my mouth and took x-rays. Several minutes later, the dentist came in and pulled the x-rays up on the monitor. I was in the early stages of periodontal disease. They were going to have to do some major cleaning. I forget what the procedure was called, but it took about two hours and three shots of Novocaine. Basically they had to go up under the gums with a super high pressure (and high-pitched) water-pic and a scraper. It was utter hell. I couldn't feel my mouth for hours afterwards, but when I could, man did it suck. The dentist said my problem didn’t stem from a lack of brushing, but because I didn’t floss regularly. So, needless to stay, I started flossing at least once a day, just so I wouldn't have to go through that agony again.

At my last appointment, I got an A+, so to speak. My weakened gums had completely healed themselves. They are beautiful and lovely pink as opposed to the red they were previously. It’s amazing the amount of nastiness that gets trapped between your teeth that brushing just can’t get to no matter how hard you try. I have gotten to the point where if I don’t floss at least once a day, my mouth feels dirty. I even carry those little travel size floss-packs that the dentist gives you, so I can sneak away after a meal if need be and free the funk from between. I now look forward to my dentist visits, just so I can stock up on the freebies.

I honestly don’t know if you could call it an addiction or not, but it feels that way. Maybe its just OCD, but I really feel uncomfortable if something prevents my oral care. I guess its really just a good habit that I’ve gotten into. Maybe I’ll quit for a day or two and see if I get the shakes.

There Went Another

Well, the weekend flew by which means, I suppose, that I had a good time. On Friday night BF and I went to a wine social with some friends of ours. It's a monthly get together of folks with a different wine theme each time, like Argentinian Wines, or wines with oddly shaped bottles, various things like that. No one really even talks about the wine, they just like to drink and socialize. It was only about a crowd of 20 or so. I was pouring myself a glass of pinot when this really cute guy came and introduced himself to me. He stood about 6'1, dirty-blond hair, great eyes and wonderful lips, probably about 25, 26 years old, who knows? I really couldn't tell if he was gay or not, but I kinda got a few hints that he was sorta hitting on me. Very ambiguous, but nonetheless (especially the light arm touch to emphasize a point). Anyway, as he was jabbering on about the Euro and how it has affected the Irish economy, all I could think about was taking him outside and enjoying those lips of his. Of course that wasn't going to happen with BF there, unless he was to join in also, heehee. (now that I think about it, I should've suggested it). Oh Well.

I remember riding home, but not actually getting home. according to BF, I went straight to the bedroom, layed down on the rug at the foot of the bed, and slept for an hour before finding my way under the covers.

Needless to say, I spent all of Saturday morning in bed. After a quart of ice-water, 2 Advils, and an orange, I read the paper, and was ready for lunch. I had to go to Lowes for some spray-paint. BF came along for the ride. There's a great little BBQ place near Lowes, so we ate there. They have a great BBQ turkey sandwich that goes really good with a cold 32 oz draft. After lunch we came home and worked around the house a bit until it was time to go to the hockey game.

Great crowd, crappy game. Got our asses handed to us by the Dallas Stars. Almost got in a fight with the most obnoxious Dallas fan. I'm not a violent person at all, so that tells you how bad this guy was. Luckily, BF was there to keep me cool. (i've never started a fight in my life, but I know how to defend). After the game, I thought I'd go try my luck at the weekly poker game.

Usual crowd. I bought in for $60. Started off slow, but soon got some hands worth playing. Had a few good bluffs, but then I got nailed on a couple of bad beats and lost most of my dough. I bought in for another $40 which, unfortunately, disappeared after another hour. As did I. On the cab ride home, I told myself, "no more poker." Ive lost too much the past few times I've played, and I'm tired of it. (I'll be back at the table next week).

Sunday was typical...slept late, went to brunch, complain there's not enough vodka in my bloody mary, call BF a girl for getting buzzed off mimosas, came home, relaxed, went and helped my sister move a new bed, came home, did a little bit of yard work, caught up on some shows we had TiVo'd, went out for Pizza, came home, watched Amazing Race, played some online Scrabble, read, thought about how long I could run on a sentence, and went to bed.

Hoorah!! It's Monday