So it's all truth to say that I've been living in a Father's Day funk but then there's smiles and good stuff too. Insert yesterday with Uncle Bob and Bev, dinner, drinks, sunset boat ride on lake Norris. Not too shabby.
There's something about the wind in my face that makes me smile. I'm starting to understand the thrill seekers just a bit more these days. While I was once the MOST cautious person ever, I'm learning to enjoy it all. Life is good :)
Note to self, next time you see Kenny Chesney, kick him in the shin for track 8 on the new album. Please and thank you.
No ones happily ever after started with the story of oh, he had a girlfriend....
It's every writers dream to border on the line of insane vs. sane, reality vs. fiction, what might have been vs. what might never be. That dark place where creativity blossoms is a joyous place for an artist. Somewhere people can't go with them. Somewhere people can draw them into. As a writer and an artist it's the darkest places that breed the brightest thoughts. One can only ever hope they left enough breadcrumbs to climb back out at some point or leave enough of a trail behind that the art will be discovered and appreciated for it's beauty even if it comes from the obscenely darkest place of beauty in someone's life.
God I miss him! I still consider myself the luckiest girl in the world to have had the father I did. This picture makes me smile :-)
I'm a die hard Kings fan. Hockey if you have to ask. I grew up at the Forum Club. Went to hundreds of games with my father who was also a die hard fan. We never faltered on loyalty. Lots of seasons without ever a title. 19 years ago they were Smythe Division champs which doesn't even exist now.
In February my father and I were watching a game. Kings weren't even a contender at that point and he turned to me and said, "Manda Cole, Kings are going to win the cup this year!" I wasn't so optimistic at that point and thought back two years ago where I was ever defending my choice of team to support against a hating Ducks fan and said, "Just you watch. In three years, we'll have a cup." My father was more correct than I was.
Yesterday we won. I have been fairly quiet during this post season. I didn't want to jinx anything. During regular season, I'm the first to call a game and make friendly bets which now I have so many Ducks fans that owe me dinners that I could never starve.
So they did it. I'm in shock. I'm not a fan of many things and have never loved any men other than my daddy and grandpa like I love the Kings.
So cheers to the Stanley Cup Champions that have entertained me for years and provided so many amazing experiences and introductions to cool folks. In honor of my awesome week and at the request of a friend, I made Stanley Cupcakes.
Having hockey in June was amazing. Being a lifelong Kings fan, it doesn't get any better.
Love and Cupcakes!
I spent the day enjoying the sun with my darling Sadie. She's going to be 9 years old not long after I turn 22.
Gosh I love her even though she keeps me up at night especially when it rains. She is the worst guard dog ever, won't fetch, won't play. Has to be near me 98% of the time or she's freaking out.
So when I couldn't find her this evening, I thought she was out chasing deer in the Hundred Acre Wood...I was concerned. She generally comes running like a bat out of hell if I call her. Nope, not tonight. The little b**** was in my father's former room...chilaxing like she doesn't have a problem in the world.
*note to self; teach old dog new tricks because she's up to some of her own!
