Lightning hockey fan pride! They went down fighting. They went out playing Lightning hockey. It is a joy and a pleasure being the Thunder.
You can call me a "puck bunny" if you like. I mean, I do love hockey. NHLers do play hockey. I like dudes. NHLers are dudes. I am still single. I suppose you can call me whatever you like, JUST DO NOT DO IT WHILE THE PUCK IS IN PLAY!!!!
Puck's in play, everything else goes away. Simple.
This will be the last blog post on this blog. I know, I previously stated that I was going to change the domain name and that part is still true to some degree. After some thought however, it is best to simply start again instead of having all of this content moved to http://www.singingfromthecrease.com. Essentially, because I know exactly what happened and exactly who is responsible for it, I’ll be taking the safe route on this one and simply removing that possibility. While I understand this may not make sense to some who read this, that’s okay, it doesn’t really need to make sense. Simply know that I’ll blog again and from the “singingfromthecrease” name, which I promised I wouldn’t change, so I won’t. Moving on to the main focus of this last post from this blog, which of course is mostly hockey oriented; I’ll make a statement to the hockey team I will support through the difficult times and the good times. Yes, it’s not a secret my goal is to move to the Tampa Bay area and #BeTheThunder live and person. Until such time though, just know I’ll be listening to “Mish” and I’ll be watching the games. I’ll be vibing my hockey love to you each and every game, each and every game, each and every period. I’ll likely “love chirp” ya here and there and I know you’ll okay with that, because I’ll know that you all know that I know I’m not the one who has to do it. I’ll be cheering you on when your down and I’ll be encouraging you when you’re in the lead, ever mindful of the fact that it’s possible the other team may find a way to regain the lead. I promise I won’t get all pissed off when you lose a game. I’ll simply think about the good things you did during that game and hope you build on those good things the next game, while still being aware that the next team you play may put some need for you guys to adjust together as a team on the ice. I’ll always know there’s another team on the ice and I’ll always know that sometimes, which is normal in a long season, the other team just is having one of “those” games, despite all your best efforts. I’ll be “air coaching”, as I always do, because I’m just “one of those” kinds of hockey fans. I’ll be focused for the entire game (baring emergencies of course), if you will. Other than that, I won’t be blogging a lot, nor will I be tweeting, at least for a little while. Just know I’m with you and who knows, one day this upcoming season, I might just show up at a game at the Tampa Bay Times Forum. I too want to win a Stanley Cup. It’s a bit more difficult for me, considering I don’t play hockey and I am a woman, but it is still possible. A woman already has her name on the cup and it was in fact, the Tampa Bay Lightning who had a woman in the net during an exhibition game. I’ll find ways to drop hints that the Tampa Bay Lightning should hire me. Some of the things I’ve written in my blogs, tweets and for Bolts by the Bay, go a long way in at least proving I do know a lot about the game, the history of the game and that I’m a straight, relentless, pain in the ass when it comes to my life long dream of getting my name on a Stanley Cup. No one can get his or her name on the Stanley Cup all by his or herself, but if you guys are vibing on winning a cup, well so am I. You know I’m with you. I’ve got limited resources on my own at the moment, that’ll change. I’ll #BeTheThunder from afar until I’m able to move to the area. Any assistance I can get with that would be good, however, I’ll manage with or without it and #BeTheThunder in the way I can each and every day.
As for the Washington Capitals – I DON’T NEGOTIATE WITH TERRORISTS!
Peace, love, hockey and light to you all. Go Bolts Nation – GO! Goalies – I don’t need to type it, but I will – I’ll always think we rule the world, it’s just how we do. ;-) Music is for everyone. Stanley’s cup is pretty nifty. (ps-someone used the WRONG hockey fan – good thing this isn’t a magic blog)
Because an angry mob in the Verizon Center demanded “Unleash the Fury,” the fury got unleashed. Now, bear in mind, it wasn’t me asking for the fury to be unleashed. When the fury comes to you, just remember – you did ask for it. I had nothing to do with it whatsoever. And since so many of you are just so stuck on human law and have, on numerous occasions claimed that we “live in a litigious society,” well then…let the litigation begin then. This is going to hurt. I won’t lie about it.
If you don’t know whose daughter your messin’ with, it’s best to not mess with her. If you don’t know whose woman your messin’ with, it’s best to not mess with her. If you are so stuck on money and the ONLY way to get the message across is to HURT you in the wallet, what do you want me to do about it?
I do have to make a correction about the kind of car I’ve mentioned at least twice, once in my other and once on this blog; apparently, it’s more like “a fine American muscle car.” Who knew? Someone did.
Sometimes good men are straight badasses. Sometimes good women go beast mode. It happens.
I’ve recently been told by a young man that “he packs a punch.” Well, my Daddy didn’t raise no dummy and I can take a punch just fine. The unfortunate part for you who likes to hit women is that when this woman gets back up, she straight knocks you the (bleep, rainbows and unicorns, blah, blah, blah, hockey language, child friendly words) OUT!
Also, ladies, I’m one of you, however, if the fellas got a problem with a pain in the ass, naggy, vamping, man-eating little prissy girl and they don’t want to hit a woman, well, if you’re not a part of the solution, I’ll gladly help the fellas out so they don’t have take the hit for knocking out a girl. I wouldn’t want you guys to be the bad guys if that’s the situation. I’ll hit a woman if she’s a love sucking destroyer of all things good. NO PROBLEM.
Of course, that sort of thing is ALWAYS the last resort. We got to the last resort. Nope, it’s not a luxury spa in the mountains either. It’s not that kind of resort.
What do you want me to do about it?
I also talked to a man recently who asked me if I knew what “even tide” was? Well, the answer to that questions is “yes.” My return question is: “Do you know that the second death is?”
Now what is it exactly that “everybody knows?”
No, Stephen Hawking, I rather think mankind won’t be finding out the mystery of the Universe anytime soon. There will be wonder and discovery and joy and room for dreams and hope and imagination.
If “you” (and it doesn’t matter which “you” you think you are) aren’t ready – no worries. I’m in no big hurry.
Love, kindness, sharing and all kinds of wonderful, lovely sights, sounds and smells are all around you. Check out the porcupine; that one beautiful defense system right there.
I’ve been told recently I can “over winter” in Montana (of course that could have been a huge pile of BS), but it doesn’t really matter either way, because there’s no ocean and there’s no ice hockey in Montana is there? Did you think I was a migratory bird or something?
I asked for help being distracted from hockey for a very good reason. If you love something, it’s quite the right thing to do to let it go. Besides, I’d already written that I knew hockey would continue on with or without me anyway, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
As for the music; I’m just one little human woman walking around here, so by all means, don’t take my word for it, but I get the feeling this won’t even be considered a fight. So, no worries eh.
It’s seems to me it’s not wise to celebrate a win until the final buzzer.
Safety always comes first.
For those who subscribe to the idea that there are three parts of the human psyche called the ID, the EGO and the SUPEREGO; doesn’t it make sense that those of you spent your time building your EGO, weren’t spending time building your SUPEREGO? I barely have an ego at all and I wouldn’t want it any other way. I don’t won the road do I? No. I don’t think the world revolves around me do I? No. It doesn’t. I like to share. I like all different kinds. I TRUST IN LOVE.
I could stop breathing tomorrow, but while I’m still breathing…
I think the Lightning are going to be just fine. Go Bolts! I won’t need to use Twitter to cheer you on and I know you know what I mean. I’ll get there. Until then, I’m still with ya! YAY HOCKEY!
Oh, and when I used the term “barn”, it’s a hockey thing – one day, I hope you all understand. The more hockey fans the better.
Be careful whose head you attempt to get in – you might find out you can’t get beck out and you wouldn’t want that. Does anyone know who’s in whose head? Someone does.
I love you all for being who you are and thanks to all of you who love and share and try and give and work and stay with it through thick and thin. It’s not always easy, I know. None of us are truly alone. None of us.
I am the one who wrote “F’ Cindarella.” For one thing, she’s a fictional cartoon princess. Although, if the shoes were ice skates and the pumpkin was shaped like a guitar or something, maybe I’d think differently. I know, it’s a great story and there are plenty of little girls who dream of such, so go for it little ladies – me, well, I rather think my “story” isn’t exactly “Disney” material, but then again, one never knows I suppose.
Enough about me though – I’ve got some Tampa Bay Lightning hockey to think about. It’s getting to be about that time. ;-)
Hey, is it Friday the 13th again?
Peace – Mia
To all of you who have read anything I’ve written in any blog I’ve authored, tweeted from my former twitter account @creasesinger, and/or watched or listened anything I’ve ever said or sung; I truly thank you from the very bottom to the very top of my heart for taking the time. There are many reasons why I haven’t rushed the process of getting all the content of my other blog, Mia’s Musical Musings, moved to this one blog. There are many reasons why I haven’t been in any great hurry to change the format of this blog. I’ve been working. I’ve been recovering. I’ve been moving. I’ve been thinking. I’ve been singing. I’ve been listening. I’ve been helping. I’ve been learning. I’ve been talking. I’ve been walking. I’ve been living. Now, the time has come.
So many want to express themselves and that’s a good thing. So many, however, aren’t familiar with themselves enough to actually express the truth of themselves. Me, well, if I truly expressed what I thought, all the time, 24/7/365, there’d be a need for a much more efficient process. Plus, as I’ve mentioned in previous post in a former incarnation of my blog, I’m not complicated. I’m an ice hockey fan. I’m a musical type who appreciates the vastness and diversity of music and sound in general. It’s all rather simple and boring in some ways.
I’m the kind of person who doesn’t spend my time in front of a mirror or out in public wondering if anyone happens to notice I have acne on my chin, or if my glasses (which I need to see and drive safely for that matter) suit the trend of the season. No, I don’t really care if one of my boobs is slightly bigger than the other or if I’ve got spots on my arms. It’s not a major concern to me if I’m “keeping up with the Jonses” or if what I wear is something that any of the rest of you would wear. Quite frankly, any who have some sort thought about what I should be wearing and how and when I do are then required (in my mind) to 1) pay for my wardrobe and all the maintenance required for the upkeep of that wardrobe for the rest of my life or 2) simply see the happiness in the fact that I’m wearing clothes, hence protecting you from having to see me naked. I’m not hideous naked, but I do have a good sense of humor and for the illustration of the point to those who are just so stuck on all those external indicators of what some truly cannot see beyond, I can make light of my bodily “flaws” in this public format with little issue.
I’m in a relationship now as well, so that too is something I feel takes precedent over spending time tweeting and blogging. I’m not the speed dating, burn yourself out with fiery lust, get all crazy stupid about being in a relationship variety. I’ve been down that road and personally, while that is something I wouldn’t want to deprive anyone from experiencing at least once in a lifetime, but I’m all about the lasting relationship these days. That’s not going to change. At the moment, it’s a “long-distance” situation, but I get the feeling that will change and sooner rather than later.
I’d like to express my personal feeling that NOT “everybody wants to be a rock star”. I don’t. NOT “Everybody wants to rule the world”. I don’t. Not “Everybody want to know how it feel.” I don’t. Yes, the quotation marks indicate I’m referencing song lyrics. I want to get my name of the Stanley Cup. I want peace on Earth. I want love to be the only thing all the hearts and minds of all humankind even really knows. I want joy and happiness to be the reality for all kinds. I want world leaders to know that molecules of air they’ve poisoned with the stink of war don’t just go away because they can no longer see them. I want all those who point their fingers at others to know that at any point in time, another could just as easily point a finger at you and from his or her perspective, they’d have a good point , just as you may have felt you were justified to judge another. I’d like everyone to know that I’d gladly hug a tree and say, right out loud to that tree the following; “Thank you not motile life form that also resides on the same planet as I do for being the filter for the air I breathe. Thank you for having roots that keep the soil from slipping and sliding and keeping the ground beneath me firm without sliding away so I lose my footing. I know you can’t run when someone wants to cut you down. I know you shelter birds and all sorts of other life forms so many don’t take the time to notice anymore. I know you provide shade. I know you get attacked by Woodpeckers, termites and all sorts of other life forms, and yet, there you stand. Lovely, strong and real as real can be. May you always know that even though I’m human and all on my own cannot save you and all your lovely friends, I can do this and ask the Universe to show you kindness and perhaps help humankind understand you far better than they do. I need you and I thank you for cleaning the air we as humans have polluted and destroyed. Thank you tree. Thank you.”
If I could speak directly to the President of the United States who is the President of my country, the country in which I was born and in which I live, I’d say “I don’t want any children of the world to suffer and there are those in this world who will destroy their own kind, which truly is sad and not at all something I would ever support, however, your own country needs you. Those who have already fought the wars and yet still do are coming home and need your help to transition to life outside of the war, outside of being in the military. Their family needs you to help them recover. We, who live and work and love in the United States of America, we need you to work on our needs. We need you to be strong for us. We need you here, in your own country where children can’t get good food. Where music needs to be put back into the public school systems. Where farms needs water and where cities, like Detroit, need help to stay a good, viable city in these United States of America. I know that you know the words “In God We Trust” is written upon united states currency. If you govern a country where something like that is written upon money, then the least you can do is trust in God to work with all the powers that be in this good Universe to remove those who bring war and devastation to not just humans, but all life on Earth. Please don’t be the “war machine” anymore. Pray. Meditate. Say the words “Peace to all mankind” once a day. Show strength by helping those who are stuck on land where is war is waged out and let peace the ultimate show of strength this time. Show the rest of the world that you can feed and clothe and take care of those in your own country. It matters very little if we are Muslim, Jewish, Christians, Pagans, believers, non-believers. We ALL want peace. It may not appear as though this is true, but when I say “we” I mean the vast majority of all the world. We, who want peace, far outnumber those who do not. We are they who want our children to live happily and harmoniously and put all the words and feelings of bad things that have already happened and shall not be repeated far behind us and only know love and joy and sharing and happiness. I wasn’t there when our founding fathers wrote all the documents that constructed and built our U.S. Government and surely have no idea if they could see into the future, into the year 2013 to this very moment as I type, but in today’s world, I’d have preferred if the words would have read “freedom FROM religion” and “Life, life, liberty and happiness”. Of course, I can’t second guess why things were written the way they were written, I can simply be in the now, in the U.S. and state my thoughts via my 1st Amendment right as a FREE-BORN American citizen. If the U.S. government cannot budget properly and balance checkbooks, then leading by example, why would those of us who pay taxes, pay with our lives, pay with blood sweat and tears be expected to do the same and if we don’t we lose everything. Lead by example. Be the kind of leader who knows the truth of your own country, before you attempt to show other countries just how great you are. I vote. I volunteer. I care. Be the leader who brings to peace to all mankind. The masses are with you. Trust in that. Oh and if you’re ever in the Tampa Bay area, go check out a Tampa Bay Lightning game at the Tampa Bay Times Forum. They have a real live Tesla Coil there and a massive, beautiful organ too! The security of your own country should take precedence over all other items on your agenda. If you really did quit smoking while taking on the ultimate challenge of running a country, I’d love to shake your hand and tell you that, in and of itself is an amazing feat to me. I couldn’t do it. No way. No How.”
I truly know so many have been kind to me from afar and sometimes up close and personal. I truly know I got a little help just at the right perfect time, so that instead of starting a physical confrontation with an angry mob of Washington Capitals who threatened my life and barely know a quarter about what I know the game of ice hockey, I was able to leave the building still having the joy and happiness of that game in my heart. I know that the nasty, rude “Sea of Red” was not successful in even slightly disturbing my love of the game of ice hockey or my love and support of the Tampa Bay Lightning either. I know my singing voice has become much stronger. I know I don’t have to have any company, any business or any outside source tell me what kind of songs to sing, how long those songs must be or how long it should take me to write, produce and share my music with the rest of the world. I know I will not ever want to earn a living making music. I know I can share it for free, quite happily. I know I will move to the Tampa Bay area and cheer on my hockey team live and in-person, because that’s what I do and that’s who I am.
I want to live in a world in which the word “terrorism” isn’t in any dictionary in any language and I’m not alone. Not even close to alone on that one. Not even close to alone.
I know healing is happening. I know we can all work together, despite differences, just perfectly fine. I know it’s not madness. It’s love and love is real.
Go Goalies Go!
It’s time to get the bad sound out and make sure that SHIT NEVER HAPPENS AGAIN.
Yeah, respect the music indeed. That one I take personally. Like I said, you really shouldn’t mess with an American hockey fan who wouldn’t have made it this far if it weren’t for music and those wonderful artists who have the music in them, big and small and all those in between. LOVE DON’T PLAY WHEN IT COMES TO MUSIC AND NEITHER DO I. LET’S.BE.CLEAR.
All the way Baby! All the way.
Peace – Mia
I’ve set aside some time to work on editing out the, how shall I put this – “bullshit” that was written in my blog over the last year. There weren’t many posts that weren’t mine and since my twitter account was shut-down by me, for many reasons – there’s not much to do on that count. There’s a security system I’ve put in place called “Phoenix Fire Security Systems”. That security system is something I created to make absolutely sure something like that never repeats itself again. It’s not for sale, but it covers more than just me and my own personal blog.
I had to get a few “cease and desist” orders sent out as well, but that was basically just a safety precaution. I’m doing fairly well and have been spending some time catching up on all the ice hockey goodness. I certainly hope Vinny LeCavalier adjusts to being a Flyer. I’ll miss seeing him with the Lightning. And, yes of course, I’ll also miss seeing “Stinky Cheese” Briere as a Flyer. Welcome to the Devils Cory Schneider! I didn’t see that one coming! Well, things change and I’m sure he’ll learn a lot from “Smarty” Marty Brodeur. Still, a bit sad to see Moose Hedberg leave the New Jersey Devils. All the best to you Moose.
I hope all of you are doing well and living and loving and all that good stuff. I wasn’t what some might call “happy” that some particular (insert hockey language here) interjected your thoughts into my personal blog. It is known who did what though, so quite frankly, all that really happened was YOU alerting “Phoenix Fire Security Systems” to the exact source of the problem, so all is well.
It’s not a wise idea to mess with an American, hockey loving woman. It makes my friends a little angry. Regardless, Let it now be known that those responsible for the situation have either become aware that it was a bad idea or, as you read these words, are now becoming aware it was a bad idea. What can I say – I’m not quite defenseless. And now you who, perhaps thought otherwise, know. It’s one of those “good to know” situations.
As for all those musical types, I’ve been working on some making some more of my own music for a couple of years. I’ve been taking time to recover from the loss of my immediate family. There have been some family estate issues that need resolution and after having to clean out the family house a few months ago, it’s been a bit difficult for me. I miss them and three of us were (I still am) “shutterbugs” and photography enthusiasts. Needless to say, there were thousands upon thousands of photos to sort through. I’m doing much better with all of that, but it’s taking time. It’s the only reason I haven’t moved to the Tampa Bay Area so I can #BeTheThunder live and in person. The estate is a mess, but it’s getting better. My point is, I’ll be sharing some new music of my own soon. Not sure exactly when that will happen, but my goal is to get that accomplished before the hockey season begins. I really did only have $2 to name (that was mentioned in a previous blog post and in fact true), so between dealing with the family estate mess and doing some independent contractor work I can’t discuss here, it’s been slow going, but steady nonetheless. Me health seems to be improving slowly but surely as well. I know my dentist is going to be able to afford a new car when he’s finished “fixing my grill”. I really was starting to look like a hockey player. I like my teeth and want to keep what I got, but the chips and broken tooth wasn’t bothering me for any vanity reasons. I simply saw it as, hey, I’m poor – life can beat the shit out ya sometimes and I love hockey so much my teeth were even making that statement. Yup, hockey loves my teeth too! ;-)
I still need some recording equipment and need to learn how to use new recording software, so I suppose it’ll just happen when it happens.
I ask that any who did get all up in business, perhaps because you thought you were helping, simply know that it’s being handled and I’m a hockey fan. It’s just a little “ouchie”. (You know what I mean hockey fans). There was a situation, having little or nothing to do with me and I happened to be prepared for that situation, so no worries.
To all of you out there who do what you do for team love and to keep us all feeling the love – ROCK ON!
As usual, goalies – always with you. #MindYourNets and watch your heads – you need them! and for the fellas, I do mean both heads ;-)
I’ll be making sure my other blog is archived on this blog before I do much to adjust the theme and appearance of this blog, but the basic set-up is already here. Obviously I needed to change the background to blue and make sure the Lightning links were there and working. They are and all things considered, the plan is shaping up nicley.
BRITTANY MCPHERSON - GO GOALIE GIRL GO!!! THAT’S WHAT I’m TALKING ABOUT!! #GoaliesRule (Not doing links in posts right now while “Phoenix Fire” does it’s work and while I’m editing the content that wasn’t mine (or permitted by me), so take the time to look-up the name Brittany McPherson, goalie, girl – AWESOME!
Peace – Mia (yup, still at firstname.lastname@example.org)
Hello out there. Yes, I realize certain posts over the last year may not entirely reflect my thoughts (mine as in, Mia, the originator of this blog). That’s all being worked out, but please do keep in mind that 1) I haven’t gone absolutely over-the-top nutso and 2) Until I’m sure I’ve gone through everything and made sure I’ve edited out what isn’t mine on this and my other blog, it’s best to take some of the rest with a grain of salt, so to speak. I’ll be sure to state in a future post when I’m sure all the appropriate corrections have been made.
Moving on… yes, I’m still with you Tampa Bay Lightning. I had to basically skip last partial NHL season. Life happens and as it happens, that’s a good thing. I’ll be working on catching up with all the NHL goodness over the Summer. I’m also looking forward to moving to the Tampa Bay area so I can #BeTheThunder in person. As of today, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to make it before or by the start of the NHL season, but I’ll have the ability to get NHL Center Ice, so I won’t miss any Bolts games either way.
Let’s see, over the last year many things have happened. To keep an “interesting” story short and as a reminder of something I wrote on my former twitter account (@creasesinger), “Nice Mia never really goes anywhere. No worries”, I’m doing fairly well all things considered. NIce MIa, who is actually just plain Mia, is indeed all present and accounted for and very thankful for all those full-fledged members of Team Love.
The reason “Nice Mia” needed to take a bit of a back seat and full on Beast Mode Mia had to, let’s say, emerge with a certain amount of passion should be very clear to some. For those who do need some sort of explanation, I’ll gladly help out with that. When it comes to ice hockey and especially when it comes to children who attend ice hockey games and could grow up to be passionate lovers of the sport I love (well, we who love hockey are all included here), well, warrior bitch just pops up. As I stated in previous posts from last year on this very blog, it’s one thing when adults act a certain way, it is entirely another thing when those adults seeminglye completely forget that children exist. At no time will any of you, no matter your name or station in this Universe or any other, ever receive anything remotely close to an apology for my response to a particular NHL hockey game that occurred on January 13, 2012. Tampa Bay was the better team on ice, despite who got the points for that game and none of you were able to diminish my joy and happiness in being present at the Verizon Center to #BeTheThunder for my hockey team. That’s what good hockey fans do and that’s not going to change as far as I’m concerned. I’d do it again if that scenario should ever come to light. Let’s concentrate on letting that be the past though and simply get the clarity here in my words to inform any who may happen by this blog and take the time to read that I’ll be a passionate lover of the sport of ice hockey until my very last dying breath and I’ve moved on fully to supporting the Tampa Bay Lightning through thick and thin until my last dying breath or until the Lightning are no longer an NHL franchise. I’d like them to be an NHL franchise for all eternity, so I’ll vibe on that thought.
As for the Washington Capitals, I do still love the Caps. I mean, they are an ice hockey team, so by simple love of the sport, they’re in by default in my mind. I’m also still sticking with the notion that if the Caps ever do win a Stanley Cup and I’m alive to experience it, I will indeed likely be all teary eyed and happy for them, for all the fans and for the entire geographic area. I haven’t backed down off of that either. Of course, if it should ever happen that the Caps and the Lightning somehow competed against each other for the Stanley Cup, well, all those in the Washington Capitals camp now have it on record ahead of time – I’m gonna vibe the hockey love all over the Bolts and good luck to ya there Caps – you’ll be needing it.
I’ve had a few detours over the last year. All necessary as I understand it. There was a visit to Montana. There was an emergency dental visit in Missoula Montana. I’d like to thank Missoula General Dentistry for taking such good care of me spur of the moment and recommend Missoula General Dentistry to all in Missoula or any who may wind up in Missoula or the area with a dental emergency. Then there was the drive through Idaho into Washington State to “The Gorge” to experience 3 days of outdoor “Phish”. There were not-so-good times, but in the grand scheme of things – it was a good time, despite the slightly urgent need to quickly avoid heat stroke.
Of course, the hockey fans will relate when I mention that the 1st vehicle break down on the drive to “The Gorge”, or rather, the 1st time the vehicle needed a little “rest” on the trip happened in Ritzville where I say a sign indicating that “Tri-Cities” was a certain distance away and in my often hockey oriented mind, I had a good knowing smile to myself while thinking, “Hey, I’m not far away from the ‘Tri-City Americans’”. Yup, there’s not much I can’t relate to hockey in some way and I’m perfectly okay if anyone thinks I’m “weird” that way. Perfectly okay with that for sure.
I hope all of you are doing well. I certainly appreciate certain friends and assistance, as usual and very much aware of how awesome many of you truly are and shall always be.
Oh and no pressure or anything John Mayer and Phillip (singular and plural), but I’m slated to partake in your live music in Bristow, Va at the end of the month, so ya know – may you have a great show and may you both be totally on your A-game. ;-)
That’s pretty much the excitement of my life and I currently have no expectation or time frame as to when I’ll be a resident of the Tampa Bay area, but know that it will be before December 31st. There are a few things that are not in my control at this moment in terms of that and quite frankly that too is perfectly okay with me. Two concerts and the possibility of live hockey if things work out as they should is a pretty good year for me personally.
I’ve been focused on music more than hockey for various reasons and that, at the moment is still the case. The NHL season won’t be a focus for me until mid-September (or until, well something else happens – but I’ll leave that be for now).
Goalies, keepers, net defenders, guardian types – I LOVE YA AND AM ALWAYS WITH YOU IN SPIRIT – ALWAYS.
So here’s to you Team Love and all the big and little things you do. #LoversGonnaLove
GUITARS – WELL YEAH FOR GUITARS!
Peace – mia – thanks.
There have been some people in my life who have called me their personal hero and/or an angel. Those things are very flattering and it does make me feel good if I’ve made a difference in someone’s life. The problem with being thought of as “hero” or an “angel” is that sort of thinking tends to give the impression that a “hero/angel” doesn’t need to be saved. I’m not a hero, because I need to be rescued. I Seriously just plain need to be rescued. I fell down went boom a long time ago. There have been kind people who’ve contacted me to offer me encouragement, prayed for me, sent vibes to the Universe for me, helped me a little with money and all sorts of good stuff. Those things are appreciated and there should be no doubt about that.
From my perspective, however, sometimes I feel like people are really saying, “Wow, bravo for taking such a beating so well.” I wouldn’t wish my life on my worst enemy. I didn’t take the beating anywhere near as well as most might believe. I, therefore, am not a “hero” or an “angel”. I’ve been trying to recover from so much, there just isn’t any reality in thinking that I haven’t been beaten into the ground so badly at this point that I can barely even find the strength or will to get out of bed. These days, I hardly care if I live.
I needed a Dr. Phil-sized rescue about a year ago. Okay, probably long before then actually.
I’m no hero. I’m one little person who couldn’t handle almost any of things that have happened in my life, so no more thinking I’m an angel out there okay. Encouraging words simply won’t stop my ship from sinking, because my ship has been at the bottom of the proverbial ocean for quite some time.
There is a lot of content on this blog that will be removed at some point. I almost deleted all the content on both blogs this morning, but for right now, I won’t do something that rash. I crashed and burned and have needed a hero for several years, so the state of my blogs aren’t my primary concern anymore. That may change, but for now, I’m just good with having the strenght to get out of bed and eat my single, daily peanut and jelly sandwich.
I suppose reading all that is a harsh reality and I probably just smacked you (the reader – who as always, I appreciate) right in the face with blunt truth. I once wrote in a blog post a few years ago that I didn’t need a man, but I wanted one. Turns out, I was wrong about that. I actually need a man too. I’ve been denying it for some reason, but all I’ve really been doing for several years is searching for the man I’m supposed to be with. Perhaps the term “soul mate” could be used, if you like. Not sure what to call it, but yep, I’m not anything even close to a hero or an angel; I’m just a woman who needs a hero.
For now, I’m still on the “Team Love”, but I’m getting my ass kicked all over the place. No doubt about it. Maybe I’ve been doing my JOB (as in biblical character)? Mercy! Yipes.
I have no idea when I’ll blog next or how the blog will change, but for now, if you got a prayer or a “universal vibe” for me, I’m grateful for the thoughts. Or, if you’re a hero – S.O.S. (dot, dot, dot, dash – dash, dot, dot, dot) – WOMAN DOWN! WOMAN DOWN!
peace – mia – email@example.com
Dr. Phil!?, Oprah!?, Hockey Gods!?, Guitar Gods!?, anyone, anyone – Bueler…Bueler…Beuler
I’m glad the NHL lockout is over for my hockey friends out there and I’m sure you’ll understand why that news isn’t what this post about. I’m sunk, so my happiness for the return of hockey is in limited supply right now.