Yeah, totally missed Friday

But I have a perfectly valid excuse - I have a baby at my house!  My sister and her fiance and their 3-month-old baby girl arrived on Friday night, and it's been a whirlwind weekend.  Any time that I've managed to sit down for more than a few minutes at a time, I've had a baby in my arms.  Not that I'm complaining!  But it's not so easy to type...

Today we had our big Thanksgiving dinner: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, gravy, corn, cranberry sauce, pumpkin pie and lemon meringue pie.  Followed by a hockey game.  Well, watching a hockey game, not playing one.  Tonight was the Jets' season opener, the first Jets game in 15 years, and it was against the Canadiens.  Back in the day, when the Jets were still in Winnipeg, I was a Jets girl, through and through.  These days, though, I'm a Habs fan, which made it interesting to watch tonight's game.  Either way, I was going to be happy, but I was also going to be disappointed.  I found an article online though, that really describes it well: Loren Roberts is another Jets-fan-turned-Habs-fan.

But now that the hockey adrenaline has worn off, and the turkey tryptophan is kicking in, I think I'm going to go pass out for a few hours.  And then I might get up for a midnight snack of lemon meringue pie.

Hockey!

Short post, because I was watching the final game of the Stanley Cup tonight. Go hockey! Go Jets! (Yes, I know that the Jets have been gone for, like, ten years. I don't care. Go Jets!)

My favourite part of tonight's game? In the third period, when Detroit got their third goal against Pittsburgh. I can't recall who made the shot on goal, but EVERYONE thought that the goalie (Marc-Andre Fleury) had the puck. EVERYONE. It turns out, he didn't. The puck slid between his knees and stopped before crossing the goal line. However. He got knocked backwards and landed, butt-first, on the puck. On the edge of the puck. This sent the puck flying into the goal, and Detroit got the point. I loved it!