Hockey?
So I am in a fantasy hockey league now. Now it should be said that the second full hockey game I ever sat through was when I was an intramural superviser at UVM. Not that I was really paying attention. Aside from games I was forced to be present for but tried my best to ignore, I have seen 2 hockey games in my life. The first is the one my older sister Kelly and her boyfriend (now husband) John took me to when I was like 11 or 12. We saw the Bruins play the Calgary Flames and I honestly couldn't tell you who won. The second was when ResLife took the RAs to a game during RA training and Ben stole a ticket for me. I left early because UVM was getting beaten like they stole something.
So now this morning I get an email from "Team Anderson" with an invite to join his fantasy hockey league. This ought to be interesting. So I signed up. The Chill (an old school fantasy football franchise name) is now a fantasy hockey franchise. I'm totally gonna get my ass kicked. The things I do for cute boys.
I moved most of Bridget's heavy stuff last night. We did 2 quick trips with the van and got the majority of her stuff over. She had some other stuff to pack up and get over in her car. After work today we are going to head right over and grab her box spring and anything else that's left. The box spring is a queen and thus won't fit in the van without taking the seats out which is a pain. It also won't fit up the stairs of our apartment. So we are going to tie it to the top of the van and hoist it up to the porch like Lisa had to. The nice thing is coming in the porch door, it is a straight shot down the hall to Bridget's room. So no need to turn corners. After that we are going to get dinner and Bridget is buying me ice cream. YAY!!!
Jared finally brought up needing the van again. He's hovered around me dropping moving hints for a few days hoping I'd be like "Oh when would you like the van." F* that. You need something you ask beast. I can't deal with him anymore. So last night he brings it up as if it just dawned on him that today is the 31st. "Oh that's right. Could I use the van tomorrow, I need to get out tomorrow night." HAHAHA!!! I already told him that I wasn't going to be doing things last minute and saving the day for him. He decided to not plan and figured I'd come to the rescue. F* that. I'm sorry, I have to wash my hair tonight. Can't drive the van around the city with your shit in it. NMFP (Not My F*in Problem)! And I think he gets an STFU (Shut The F* Up) as well. Just for good measure. Oh and a FYC (F* Your Couch) too. :-D