Deep Thoughts

"If you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything at all."

The rink has been soft and full of leaves, sticks, tree bark, and sand due to the strong winds and rising temperatures. Consequently, I haven't had a lot of good things to say. So, instead you are stuck with this crap:

Why can't we ever crave healthy food? Life would be so much better if we fought the urge to have another yogurt.

I see this woman around town and at the gym a lot - I've been calling her Katie for a good amount of time. Apparently she goes to the same doctor's office as I do, and last week she was checking in as I was checking out. The receptionist asked what her name was and she said, "Heidi". I turned red.

I loathe matching socks after emptying the dryer. I always have a couple of singles left over, even after every hamper in the house is empty.

When Danny was in kindergarten I would go in and help out in his class once a week. After the first few weeks of doing this, a little boy named Brandon turned when I walked in to the classroom, and in a loud voice said, "Don't you work?" I turned red.

Last weekend Debbie and I went to a Chelmsford Hockey Association social, where I introduced Debbie to the CHA Registrar as, "Debbie, this is my wife Brenda" I turned red (not a drop to drink either).

When I was in the early stages of building the rink last year I was in the back yard connecting boards when I stripped a screw head to the point where it couldn't be used. It was getting cold and dark and I was in a hurry. Knowing how dangerous a pointy screw can be to a liner, I took the screw and threw it up high, over my shoulder, assuming it would land on the other side of my fence and on the never used hill behind it. Instead, it hit the flood light on my shed, which in turn exploded (the light, not the shed) and sent shards of glass from the bulb all over me and the dirt the liner would eventually sit on. Screws from then on were disposed of properly.

When Deb and I were managing Jim Miceli's re-election campaign we had a 'work party' where volunteers would help us stuff envelopes and address political mailings. Often we had multiple mailings and lists going. One time I stood up in front of about 15 volunteers, including a lot of senior citizens, and wanted to stress that people with a particular letter should remember to use "the condo mailing list". Instead, I accidentally told them to "use the condom list". I turned beet (thank you Len) red.