All I wanted to do was give my mom what she wanted — a date with Christopher Plummer.  It had been my plan before Christmas to buy tickets for Barrymore.

Unfortunately, because I was ill before the holidays, I wasn't able to get them.  I know, I could've bought them on Ticketmaster, but I HATE them (recall Bublé ticket fiasco) and so REFUSE to pay them the $13.63 service charge when I can get it from the box office myself.

As indicated by my tweets , I failed abysmally yesterday.  So today, I tried again during my lunch break.  I don't know if the Fates are plotting against me or what, but today was quite the trial.

When I emerged from Queen Station, I found myself in an arctic storm.  I had to fight hard just to keep my footing.  As I pressed on through the piercing wind and biting snow I started wondering if this was really worth the $13.96. What if I died in the snowstorm? Would anyone realize my demise?  Would anyone be able to pick up the torch and salavage the mission?

Suddenly the storm cleared.  Perhaps I could accomplish the mission.  But the Fates would not be so easily deterred.  As unexpected as the storm soft, yet weighted objects began to fall out of the sky.  Dead birds! Thousands of birds fell from the heavens.  I ran.  I ran for what felt like miles until I reached the box office.

At this point I was sure I had won. The box office was open, and in less than 10 minutes, I emerged triumphant having exchanged $300 for a pair of row GG Orchestra centre tickets.  Yay!!

Merry Belated Christmas, Mom!

Okay...so it was a few snowflakes (not an arctic storm).  And maybe it wasn't thousands of dead birds...just one, stupid, fat pigeon (it was totally alive, and thankfully I was wearing my hood because yes, it did fall on my head...but it promptly flew away after it reoriented itself).  And the miles of running was maybe 50 metres of brisk walking.  But these are just minor details.  What's important is I got the tickets.

Cuz seriously... who the hell would want a piece of that? Blech.

I took this photo when I went to get a steeped tea this afternoon. Honestly, Tim Horton's... I'm not pleased with you right now.

But... as the "Official donut of the Toronto Maple Leafs" that kinda explains a whole lot.

Please don't tell me there's an official Habs donut in Montreal. I will be very disturbed. Especially since Tim Horton's doesn't even make good donuts.

I was in Montreal when it got featured in the Toronto Star, which explains why I didn't notice them until today.

Reposted from my other blog on Blogger

It's amazing how nice even the most horrible boss can become when you tell them that you're being sent for a brain scan.  I honestly didn't think he it in him.

source:  http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/ency/images/ency/fullsize/19238.jpg

As some of you may know (a very small some), my Christmas wasn't the cheeriest.  I missed out on the entire holiday because I was gripped with this immense, paralyzing pain in my brain.  I got the most unbelievable of all headaches on December 22nd just as I got home from Happy Hour (and no... I had not been drinking heavily... I only had 2 martinis -- which from reading past blogs, you'd know, is really nothing for me).  It was my last day of work until after Christmas (back in the office on the 28th).  My body had probably been in survival mode for the last few months as I have been feeling a little off in head (i.e. dull headache... not insanity) all that time. 

December 23rd

December 24th

This headache (which I was calling a migrane, but apparently wasn't a migrane) was insane.  It traversed to different parts of my brain.  Sometimes it felt like my brain was pushing out of my skull.  Other times it felt like my skull was collapsing in on my brain (yes, those are two different feelings).  And then there were times when I felt like something was trying to pull my brain into my throat by pulling inwards on both my temples.  None of these are good feelings.  There was throbbing.  There was sharp pain.  There was aching.  You name it, my brain probably felt it.

I really wanted to watch the Habs game that night, but there was no way I'd be able to sit up and watch a low quality feed of the game on my little netbook.  So I satisfied myself with following my Twitter feed just so I would know who scored and if we were winning.  I'm telling you, it's a damned good thing they won that night.  Otherwise, I might never have survived the night.  My head would've exploded.  My boys beat the Canes and wished me a very Merry Christmas.  I was grateful for that.  Thanks, Santa.

At about 11pm, my brother knocked on my door and asked if I was going to come down for Christmas Eve.  I grunted something that sounded like a dying hippo so he closed the door and left.  A little while later, he came back with my presents and stacked them neatly on the table in my room.

December 25th

I got up around 10am.  I took a shower.  Changed into another set of pjs and went back to bed.  I didn't eat all day.  But at 5pm, I took my first Advil Liquidgel 400 in 32 hours just so that by 7pm, the pain would be sufficiently subdued (though still obviously present) for me to sit up and have Christmas dinner with my family, my gran, and my cousin visitng from Australia.  I lasted until about 9pm.  Then... the pain came rushing back and I had to go back to bed. December 26th I got up at 9:30am.  I took a shower.  I changed into real clothes (okay... yoga pants and a hoodie) and ate some yogurt.  Then I asked my brother to drive me to the walk-in clinic.  I was going to beg for Tylenol 3 with Codeine. The clinic is the only 365-day/yr walk-in clinic in the east end of Toronto.  So you know what that means, right?  When we got there, I kid you not, there were at LEAST 50 people in the waiting room.  It looked like a MSF refugee camp.  I called my brother to come back with the car so that I could go home.  I would just have to tough it out because if I stayed in that waiting room, I'd catch ebola or something.

source:  http://www.healthhabits.ca/ wp-content/uploads/2010 /12/christmas_snoopy.jpg

Mom:  So did you want me to take you to the hospital?

Me:  What for?  I just wanted them to give me drugs.  If we go to the ER we're gonna be there for over 10 hours just so they can tell me that I haven't been having a stroke for 4 days.

Mom:  OMG!! DO YOU WANT ME TO CALL 9-1-1!??!?

Me:  *yells* Oh for heavens sake!  I'm NOT HAVING A STROKE!!

Another full day of lying in bed, drifting in and out of sleep.

December 27th

I could get up.  It didn't hurt as much.  It would hurt after a couple of hours of being up instead of constantly.  And all the sleeping I had been doing had brought down the swelling in my knees so walking was no longer so painful.  I knew what that meant.  That by this time tomorrow, I'd likely be at work.

December 28th

I went to work.  It was not a good day, but I survived long enough to get to 2pm.  At 2pm, I left to go see my GP.  I was going to beg for drugs.  When I got to the doctor's office, my doctor's secretary, who has seen me since I was 8 years old said, "Oh, dear.  You don't look good at all.  You'd better have a seat."  She's seen me *way* sicker than that -- or so I thought.  Obviously, I looked like I was about to die.  For the first time ever, I didn't have to wait HOURS just to see my doctor.  I think it was 20-25 minutes.  Shocking.  Unfortunately, I didn't get drugs.  "If you're pain has subsided enough that you could go to work, then you don't need something as strong as codeine.  Just take regular Tylenol."  Dammit!!!   But... she DID refer me to a neurologist.  "It's not a migrane, because those aren't the characteristics of a migrane.  But it sounds like something much worse.  If I were to order and MRI for you, it could take months.  I'll refer you to a neurologist.  He'll be able to get you and MRI within a few weeks."

source:  http://www.cartoonstock.com/newscartoons/cartoonists/mba/lowres/mban2361l.jpg

My appointment with the neurologist is on Monday.  My boss was visibly shaken when I asked for the afternoon off so that I could go see the neurologist.  And that's quite shocking since I was sure he had no heart.  He suddenly started being very nice to me.

Boss:  "A neurologist?  That's really serious.  Is everything okay?"

Me:  "Well, I dunno.  That's why I'm gonna see him.  To see if everything's okay."

I'm hoping the neurologist tells me I need to take a few months off for stress leave.  I'm sure this brain pain is entirely stress induced.  At least I'm pretty sure I'll get an MRI.  And then I'll know for sure whether or not I have any brain damage.  That's important... I need that... and it's not replaceable.  Even if it was replaceable, I kinda like my brain exactly the way it is... so I'm hoping all this work stress hasn't broken it.

source:  http://www.cartoonstock.com/directory/h/human_brain.asp

Divided loyalties.  They suck.  Usually liking more than one city is not a big deal, but to the insecure of Toronto, apparently it is a big deal.

Last week, I went to Montreal for a few days.  Part of it was to visit family.  Part of it was to meet up with friends.  The highlight of it was definitely watching the Habs come back from behind to win the game, in the company of fun people, surrounded by people are predominately Habs fans.  Living in Toronto, it's near impossible, to openly and unabashedly cheer for the Habs at a sports bar without the risk of harrassment.

I have this habit of saying, "I'm going home" whenever I tell others that I'm going to Montreal.  Most people nod and say "oh."  Or at most ask, "Where's home."  BUT for some reason, a large contingent of my close friends (not all of you, and you know who you are) find this offensive.  I get a barrage of angry comments.  A small sampling include:

TORONTO is your home.

You've lived in Toronto almost 5x longer than you lived in Montreal.  Stop calling it home.

It sounds better to say you're from Toronto.

There's nothing special about Montreal so I don't know why you like to say you're from there.

Why do you people refuse to understand?  It's not that I don't love Toronto.  Believe me, I do.  There are lots of fabulous reasons to be in Toronto and I contribute to the city in as many ways as I possibly can -- often times, even beyond what I can.  BUT MONTREAL IS MY HOMETOWN!  And that will never change.  My brother is the perfect adopted Torontonian.  He loves the Leafs.  He loves the Jays.  If he never has to leave the Tdot, even on holiday, he'd be totally okay with that.  But that's not me.

My brother has no real ties to Montreal anymore.  When we were kids, the biggest highlight for him about going to Montreal was to see our Gran.  My brother, being the oldest son of the oldest son, in a very traditional and hierarchal Chinese family, was Gran's favourite.  My gran moved to Toronto a few years after we did so the appeal of Montreal no longer existed for my brother.  She was now a full 10-minute walk from us.  My biggest highlight was visiting my Uncle - my Dad's younger brother.  He is my favourite uncle.  And (as I've always been led to believe) I'm his favourite niece.  There's something about the bond we have... we don't talk much, but we know when it's time to go down to Schwartz to get smoked meat, or when it's time to eat ice cream, and (as I got older) who's turn it was to pick the wine at dinner.  And yes, my uncle, still lives in Montreal.

I have always felt at home in Montreal.  I come and go as I please.  I don't need permission to visit.  No one needs to take me sightseeing or babysit me.  And... I have my own friends there.  I'm not a "visitor."  I'm just "coming home."  I know Toronto better than I know Montreal in terms of where things are located, how to get around, what's happening in what neighbourhood, etc...but it's not about the 411.  It's about the way I feel when I'm in Montreal.  I can't explain it (though I have deigned to try in this blog).

I don't know if I will ever move back to Montreal permanently (although I actively look for employment there, it's not the only city where I look), but no matter where I am in the world, Montreal is the first place I call home.  Toronto is a very close second but it will never replace my hometown.

So, to my dear friends who constantly feel the need to "correct" me, let me just set the record straight once and for all.

I don't love you or this city any less just because Montreal is the place where I feel most at home. 

You and Toronto are very much an important part of my life 
but that is independent of the "hometown" issue.

Don't forget...I'm Anglo, not Franco, BECAUSE I grew up in Toronto.

BUT

Nothing will ever change the fact that I have a
blue birth certificate where the French words preceed the English.

Nothing in Toronto will ever taste better than Schwartz's smoked meat.

Toronto doesn't know how to make bagels.

The Habs will always have more Stanley Cups than the Leafs.

Old Montreal.  'Nuff said.

I know we think we have poutine here in Toronto, but really... we don't.

I prefer the view from St. Joseph's over the view from the CN Tower.

And Montreal will always be number 1 in my heart.

HOWEVER

Loving Montreal does not mean I hate Toronto.

So... since I don't ram my love for Montreal down your throats,
I'd appreciate it if you'd reciprocate the courtesy
and stop trying to tell me what to feel and which city to call home.

There's nothing wrong with loving two great cities.  And I don't think this is a big deal at all, but with all your chatter, you force me to have to explain myself.  And honestly... that's the part I don't like.

Keep this bitchiness up, and I'm gonna start calling New York City my home. 

This is why it's bad to get too emo.  I was sure that something bad was going down.  But I'm not close enough to be allowed to pry.  So I can only ask once.  If there's no answer, I have to let it go.

There were suspicious signs.  But again, I couldn't ask.  I could only wait and see if information would be volunteered.  It wasn't.

Then someone else became suspicious.  And I resorted to high school tactics and I cyber-snooped.  The findings, though inconclusive, only gave way to negative potential conclusions.  None of the options, no matter how far fetched, were good.

And all of a sudden, 6 weeks later, it's like nothing happened.  Like everything was as happy-go-lucky as it was before.

So I'm sitting here thinking... WTF?  It's okay.  It's probably better this way.  But... I am very (x100) confused.  It's probably better if I don't know.  It's probably better if I just forget about it.

But if I'm going to be really honest with myself... I have to admit... I did secretly wish for a different outcome.

</end emo>

...I have posted a clip of Carey's winning shoot out save from last night's game against the Pens.  Who knew our laid back, demure, little (6'3") Carey was so badass?  I sure as hell didn't know.

Cuz That's How We Roll

That’s what is missing. I was watching the World Juniors play hockey last night – USA vs Canada and I realized why it was a considerably less frustrating game to watch. It reminded me of why I was able to sustain myself with watching Olympic hockey every 4 years while I was on my NHL boycott over that stupid lockout. Because where they lack in skill, experience, or team chemistry (whatever you want to call it) they make up for it in passion. They just want it more.

As an NHL-er, what is it that you want? A better contract, good endorsement opportunities and to not get injured. Right? How do any of those things directly affect your play in an 82-game season? Not that much. Sure, everyone wants to win a Stanley Cup, but usually, by about the third month into the season, you already know whether or not your team has a reasonable shot at it. After which you coast, because your team either has no shot in hell or you’re in for sure. For fans, this sucks. How many nights do I have to yell at my computer (living in Ontario means often times, I am watching Habs games via an internet feed because I’m too poor/cheap to subscribe to RDS):

• WANT IT MORE!!

• WHY DON’T YOU FRIGGIN’ CARE?!?
• THEY PAY YOU MILLIONS TO DO THIS!!”

Sure, I understand that it’s hard to grind it out and want it as badly as an Olympic gold medal every single night, but surely three months (Dec-Jan-Feb) of non-stop apathy in the middle of the season cannot be considered acceptable.

Why do you think I love little Eller? It’s not because he’s really so superior to everyone else. He’s got great potential, and he’s got some pretty good moves (for a rookie), but that kid is all heart EVERY GAME – THE WHOLE GAME. Even when we’re down by two goals and we don’t have a hope in hell of actually winning (short of a miracle) he’s still there, all over the place, pushing as hard as he can… even after Cammy’s given up. And Cammy’s my *FAVOURITE* player, so the fact that I’m saying this means something.

For most teams, you’d think it’d be easy to keep the momentum going when you’re on a winning streak. Sadly, this was not the case for Montreal. We had two hot HOT HOT months and you know what happened? No one looked at why we were winning (Price was saving our asses with logic defying skill). Everyone was okay with just accepting that we were winning. And when a team relies so heavily on just one person, what happens? I don’t care how strong you think Pricey is mentally… carrying the team by yourself is no easy feat. If he gets injured, or worn out, or tired, or even a little deflated from one too many bad goals, we lose.

People are saying Price isn’t tired. People are saying it’s confidence. People have so many damned things to say but did anyone go and talk to our MIA offense? Yes, that last game we played was good for the offense in terms of shots on goal. And yes, Pricey did let in a pair of weak goals. But I would not be so quick to pelt Price with rocks. His stellar performance in October and November were not even remotely matched by ANY of our forwards. Who in our offense can you say performed as well in their job as Price did in his? Maybe Plekanec? Maybe him, but that’s it. How sad is it that in the last game we won, two of the three goals were scored by… a defenseman… one we JUST acquired? I’m not downplaying The Wiz’s value, but I AM highlighting our deficient offense.

I am one of those fans that loves the team no matter what. But I am not so blind as to be unable to see holes in our game. Call it Jacques Martin and “the system” if you want. Call it a division of malcontent amongst the ranks. Whatever. I’m an outcome-only kind of girl. I don’t really care how you go about getting it done, as long as you don’t break the rules (cuz cheating is just fucking wrong) and you get it done.

Our offense is not getting it done. For those blaming Price, maybe you need to be reminded that the Flyers didn’t get to the Stanley Cup finals on the back of stellar goaltending (oh, look who’s been put on waivers). Nor did the Blackhawks (Niemi who?). Even if Pricey posts a regulation shut out every single game that he plays, we simply cannot win if we can’t put the puck in the back of our opponents’ net.

I would love to see our PHD line (Pouliot, Halpern, Darche) put back together, but it’s a pretty sad state of affairs when I’m dreaming about the third line. Cammy needs to start scoring. Shooting into the goalie’s gut or sending stuff flying over the net is not typical Cammy. Maybe he’s got hang ups about not being captain. Maybe he’s got hang ups about Jacques not listening to him in the beginning when he said that he didn’t want his line (with Pleky and Kostitsyn) broken up. Maybe he’s not getting laid enough. I dunno… he’s just go to get over it and start showing us why we pay him $5M/year. Questions will be answered, eh? Well start answering them with, “I, Michael Cammalleri, SCORE GOALS FOR MONTREAL!”

Don’t get me started on Gomez. Just don’t.

Tomorrow, the Habs have another day of rest. Game day is Thursday. I’m not going to be unrealistic about anything, but I also don’t want to end up being the only one chanting blind love (as I have been of late to compensate for all the negativity) all the time. I love them no matter what, but let’s be realistic about how they’re performing, ok?

Habs, you really have to stop making it so damned difficult to love you! My love can withstand challenge, but every so often it DOES STILL NEED to be fed. Don’t let me down, eh?

YOU NEED TO WANT THAT WIN MORE!!!
Want it more, and we just may win the game.

GO HABS GO!!

I got a bottle of Coke and a Beanie Baby that looks exactly like Elfie (my dawg).

I feel better already.   Who knew $5 could be so well spent?

I wasn’t going to blog about the trade because it seemed so controversial. But the more I thought about it, the more I felt the need for catharsis.

This isn’t about whether or not you love or hate Maxim Lapierre. I know there are many that hated him, loved him, and loved to hate him. Personally, he wasn’t my favourite player, but he had flashes of absolute brilliance, and those, I loved. And that’s because I love my team no matter what – win or lose.

Regardless of your personal opinion of his playing style, one thing anyone and everyone would have to admit is that this guy truly bled bleu-blanc-rouge. He was living the dream, playing professional hockey in his hometown for the team that he grew up loving. And anyone who ever even remotely saw him knew that.

What truly distraught me about the trade wasn’t the actual trade, unlike when they traded Halak – where I was completely distraught by the trade (Side note: For the record, I was upset about Maxim being traded and did not like it one bit, but it did not bring my world to a screeching halt).  It was the response of the fan base. As expected, there were those who love Lapierre and screamed out that this was some sort of travesty. There were also the hardcore Francophones who freaked at the loss of yet another Quebeçois player (thank you, RDS for not completely blowing this out of proportion *rolls eyes*). And of course, there were those who said good riddance. But when news broke out that he couldn’t play for Anaheim just yet because of work visa issues I was APPALLED by the haters.

Maxim Lapierre is a hockey player. His job is to:

1. Play hockey

2. Entertain hockey fans

At the end of the day, he’s just a guy doing a job. Haters took such pleasure in the fact that he was held up by red tape. People thought it was great or that he somehow deserved it. This is not even a week after Christmas...you know that season where people talk about being charitable and caring for one another? Seriously, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? This is why tabloids are so profitable. The masses like seeing bad things happen to those who make more money than them or are famous. Why else would you EVEN REMOTELY CARE that Britney Spears or Linsday Lohan is having yet another meltdown? Because it somehow affects your insignificant existance?

Have you ever had to deal with US Immigration & Customs on work visa issues? I tell you, it ain’t fun and it ain’t pretty. You want to talk about power-tripping peons? Welcome to Power-Tripping Peon Central. It’s stressful and unpleasant. And I wouldn’t be surprised if Max was just sitting around Vancouver waiting for all this crap to get settled (because the rules basically say until your work visa is settled, you’re not supposed to be in the country…though seeing as it’s the NHL, maybe they let this slide). Why would people take such pleasure in this? Schadenfreuden much?

source:  http://www.sdoi.com/content/gsa/images/seal_immigration.jpg

It’s like people don’t have enough shit to hate on so they picked this up. He likely makes upwards of $1M/yr (after you include endorsements) to PLAY HOCKEY! How much do you get paid for what you do? Some of these haters were students (so you don’t get paid), unknown musicians (so you’re lucky if you even get a paying gig), and random idiotic self-declared-pundits (do you even know what a pundit is?). It’s silliness from the ignant that I just don’t care to tolerate.

So…in light of all this hate on Twitter from this unique collective of brilliant minds, I tweeted that every time I see hater tweets, I come this much closer to unfollowing. It’s my Twitter feed and if I don’t like reading your crap, I can opt to not follow instead of wasting my time/effort/wit on mentioning you in a tweet. I honestly don’t see how this is a real threat to anyone, but apparently one guy was so offended that I disliked hater tweets against Maxim Lapierre that he felt the need to called me a loser and tell me that he was going to block my account. Oh, woe is me. *rolls eyes* Some nobody thinks I’m a loser. Maybe I should be under suicide watch.

source:  http://cdn.picapp.com/ftp/Images/e/5/3/4/Suicidal_dd71.jpg
?adImageId=11514653&imageId=5216949

My first thought was, “Who the hell is this guy?” So I clicked to see his Twitter profile. The funny thing… I wasn’t even following him! My next thought was, “Why would I care that you blocked me?” Geez… you don’t care about what I have to say? I didn’t even know you existed! So obviously I didn’t ask you to read to my Twitter drivel. It means nothing to me that you don’t want to follow me. I vaguely recalled that he had responded to some of my tweets, but his tweets obviously weren’t significant/profound/entertaining enough for me to follow back. So...Mr. Over-Inflated Sense of Self-Importance has now blocked me because I’m a loser who doesn’t like reading hater tweets about Maxim Lapierre. I fail to see how I’ve lost out in this situation, but I guess this is where I shrug my shoulders and say, “Oh well. You can’t win ‘em all.”

source:  http://jerrysjuicebar.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/i-dont-care.jpg

Maxim, *I* will miss you in a Habs jersey because I knew how much you loved this team. And despite everything people say about you, you made hockey entertaining. Hopefully you’ll find success where ever you go and are able to preserve all the happy memories you have from being part of the Montreal Canadiens.

Bonne chance, Maxim!!

source:  http://www.nhlsnipers.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/maxim-lapierre-1.jpg

As part of collaborative effort between @Tygerlylly (Tyger By the Tail), @habbykins (The World According to Laura), @lissa77, and yours truly, a little song to the tune of The 12 Days of Christmas was born. 

I give you...

The 12 Months of Habs

In the 1st month of 2010 my Habbies gave to me
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://sp.life123.com/bm.pix/bigstockphoto_first_aid_equipment_3140325-2.s600x600.jpg

In the 2nd month of 2010 my Habbies said oh hey
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source: http://www.cyberpresse.ca/images/bizphotos/435x290/201002/12/146880-pierre-gauthier-realise-sa-premiere.jpg

In the 3rd month of 2010 my Habbies to me swore
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://i.cdn.turner.com/si/2010/writers/brian_cazeneuve/05/20/three.stars/dominic.moore.jpg

In the 4th month of 2010 my Habbies got it done
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/98652323.jpg?v=1&c=IWSAsset&k=2&d=77BFBA49EF878921A343B2C87A49D8F591284782D0D9977F892FF441236A7AE407E304367B77C6DEE30A760B0D811297

In the 5th month of 2010 my Habbies got rid
  of the pens and Sid the Kid
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://montrealcanadians.net/images/playoffs-vs-pens-crosby.jpg

In the 6th month of 2010 my Habbies gave to me
  a signed, turtle-necked Pleky
  of the pens and Sid the Kid
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://www.cbc.ca/gfx/images/sports/photos/2008/09/23/plekanec-tomas-392-cp-080424.jpg

In the 7th month of 2010 my Habbies made me wait
  and there was lots of debate
  a signed, turtle-necked Pleky
  of the pens and Sid the Kid
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

 
source:  http://www.businesspundit.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/hourglass.gif

In the 8th month of 2010 my Habbies were a bore
  ...made me wait wait and wait some more
  and there was lots of debate
  a signed, turtle-necked Pleky
  of the pens and Sid the Kid
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://www.instructables.com/image/FUBB75BFN82NWTF/It-can-be-a-LONG-wait-at-the-pharmacy.jpg

In the 9th month of 2010 my Habbies ended the fight.
  It's signed!  And the Price is right.
  ...made me wait wait and wait some more
  and there was lots of debate
  a signed, turtle-necked Pleky
  of the pens and Sid the Kid
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

 
source:  http://bigbadblog.weei.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/carey-price.jpg

In the 10th month of 2010 my Habbies came back to town,
  and brought the roof of the Bell Centre down (figuratively)
  It's signed!  And the Price is right.
  ...made me wait wait and wait some more
  and there was lots of debate
  a signed, turtle-necked Pleky
  of the pens and Sid the Kid
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/62/48/fb/bell-centre.jpg

In the 11th month of 2010 the Canes gave to the Habs,
  another Dman who'd need rehab
  and brought the roof of the Bell Centre down (figuratively)
  It's signed!  And the Price is right.
  ...made me wait wait and wait some more
  and there was lots of debate
  a signed, turtle-necked Pleky
  of the pens and Sid the Kid
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://cdn1.sbnation.com/entry_photo_images/700307/69040_hurricanes_canadiens_hockey.jpg

In the 12th month of 2010 my Habbies
  gave to me a James Wisniewski
  another Dman who'd need rehab
  and brought the roof of the Bell Centre down (figuratively)
  It's signed!  And the Price is right.
  ...made me wait wait and wait some more
  and there was lots of debate
  a signed, turtle-necked Pleky
  of the pens and Sid the Kid
  - a win over Washington
  they needed Dominic Moore
  here's Pierre Gauthier and
  a whole lot of inj--urrr ies

source:  http://d.yimg.com/a/p/sp/montgaz-ca/96/fullj.6103fa87a85a1fb1e54b5f970b2020b9/montgaz-ca-40428640.bin?&sig=YkSAUYmmYwmfZJ91RIJcYw--

Happy New Year, everyone!!

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