I am really pissed at my cat, Gus. Every day I drag myself out of bed a 5:30 in the morning to get ready for work. It's the same thing every day. I get up and Gus is still snoring at the foot of the bed. He never moves. When I get out of the shower, he's still there snoring. And when I walk out the door, he's still there. The lazy little bastard never wakes up. In my next life, I want to be a cat so I can sleep all the time.
Well, if you can't tell, I've had an attitude problem all week. I've spent the bulk of the week being pissed off that I had to get out of bed. Nothing traumatic has happened or anything. It's been a pretty smooth week. It's just that I'd rather be sleeping. Sleeping kicks ass.
So last weekend was kind of cool. There's a parking garage just over the left field wall where the Redhawks play. From the roof of the parking garage, you get a great full view of the field. Since we discovered the great view, it has become a family tradition to have parties from the roof 3 or 4 times a year. It's cool. We cook bratwursts, burgers and dogs and just hang out and watch the game with a bunch of friends. We had our first party of the season last Saturday, and with the exception of the very first roof party, it was the best one ever. We had a good group of people and lots of great grub. It was a lot of fun.
A kind of weird thing happened at the party. It was pretty windy that night, so some friends who had brought a bunch of chips and other snacks set up their table in the stairwell to keep stuff from blowing away. The stairwell is right there next to where we set up so it was very convenient. So a group of people - who we don't know - park their car and head down the stairs. Stephanie and I happened to be sitting facing the stairwell and were casually watching these people go by. So they all start down the stairs and then we hear a woman say "Hey, those people are having a party." (No shit, genius.) Then she goes back up the 2 stairs she had been down, walks over to the table, and helps herself to a handful of food. Who does that??? We were all stunned. It's not that we're greedy. If she had asked we would have let her have some of our snacks. But to just grab food off of a table at a the party of complete strangers is totally dumbfounding and rude. Anyway, by the time this all sunk in, the woman was down to the next level. I went in the stairwell and yelled down at her to stay out of our food. It was too funny. At least we all had a good laugh over the whole thing.
Not much else has been going on. I've been going to ballgames and watching a lot of hockey on tv. I'm really into the NHL playoffs this year because I am a huge Montreal Candiens fan. It is a result of my childhood obsession with Montreal. I'm a lifelong Expos fan, and when I started to get interested in hockey, I just naturally latched onto the Canadiens. I like Dallas too, because they're close and on tv a lot, and because my once favorite Canadien, Guy Carbonneau, eventually made his way to the Stars and played there several years before he retired, but Montreal is my number one team. Anyway, The Habs knocked off the #1 seeded Boston Bruins (man, I can't stand those jerks) in the first round and are about to face Carolina in the Second round. I am so pumped. Go Habs!!!
And in other sports related news that has me all excited, TU just signed a huge kid to a basketball letter of intent. He's 6'8", 250 pounds and still growing. I can't wait. He's supposedly a monster of a rebounder. A big man is the one piece of the puzzle TU has has been missing. If this guy turns out to be any good, I might be making a lot more trips to see TU go far into the Big Dance. Woo hoo!!!
Well, that's all I've got today. I'm going to a party Saturday at a friend's house to watch this week's NASCAR race. I give up. I can't fight it anymore. I'm ready to confess - I love NASCAR. I thought it was just a phase, but I get more hooked every week. I really must see a race in person sometime. OK, I'll be back next week to discuss my weekend. Later.