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Sweet, sweet victory!

Day 252

It was a hard fought game, with neither team yielding a thing for nearly two full periods of hockey. Then the Ringers broke open the scoring with just 8 seconds left in the second. We answered back with two quick ones in the beginning of the third, and then we traded goals – they scored, we scored, they scored, and finally, we scored the game winner with less than a minute to go in the game1.

I have to say that victory tastes that much sweeter when you (a) are the underdog and (b) have to work really, really hard to get that win!

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After the game, there was much rejoicing, complete on ice paparazzi photogs (photos to be posted once I get copies of them) and locker room celebrations:
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And a trip to the pub to spend our victory money2. And no victory would be complete without drinking out of the trophy, right?

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All in all, it was a great game and a great season. The team really came together under the guidance of a strong leader, worked hard and our teamwork and focus on playing our game paid off. I like it when that happens.

  1. I was extremely happy about this, because in our league there’s 5 minutes of overtime and then a shootout. And I have the worst shot of any hockey player who ever hockeyed. []
  2. Winning teams get a cool $100 to spend at the pub at the rink. So basically, we got paid to play that game today. I think that makes us professional hockey players now. []


Hockey Playoffs!

hockeylogoThis weekend was the playoffs for one of my two hockey teams (the Blazing Blades). We won our games on Friday and Saturday nights, but lost our game this afternoon, giving us a 2-1 record for the playoffs. The team that beat us (the Ringers) also had a 2-1 record, which meant that we had to wait with bated breath to see what happened in the game that was being played right after ours (Fusion vs. Red Bull) to see who was going to the final because, had the Fusion won, they would *also* have had a 2-1 record, which meant it would have gone down to a tie-breaker. The usual tie-breaker in a situation like this is looking at who beat who, but since we beat the Fusion, and the Fusion beat the Ringers, and the Ringers beat us – well, that just ends in another tie. I think after that it would have gone to goal differential. Fortunately, however, the Fusion did not win, so that puts us in the final next Sunday. Go Blazing Blades!


I’ve Got The New Blog Theme Blues

So I finally got bored enough of my old blog design (or “theme” as WordPress is wont to call it) and so I got off my butt to choose a new one. After eleventy billion hours of searching through themes, I finally settled on “Designfolio“. I like the look of it, but there’s one nagging thing that I can’t seem to figure out how to fix. Long-time readers of NTBTWK will know that I loves me some links. But in this particular blog theme, the words that are hyperlinked don’t show up in a different colour, so readers will be unaware that there are links in the posting unless they mouse over them, at which point the hyperlinked word becomes underlined.

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With my limited (and rusty) knowledge of web designing, I knew that I needed to do something with my Cascading Style Sheet (CSS). I have the Jetpack plug in, which gives me a handy-dandy place where I can add stuff to my CSS. According to the “Edit Stylesheet” page on my admin site:

By default, your stylesheet will be loaded after the theme stylesheets, which means that your rules can take precedence and override the theme CSS rules. Just write here what you want to change, you don’t need to copy all your theme’s stylesheet content.

Some Googling lead me to believe that if I added the following to my CSS, it would make links that the reader hasn’t recently visited show up in blue and those that the reader has recently visited show up in purple:

a:link {
    color: blue;

a:visited {
    color: purple;

But when I added that to my CSS, it made *every* hyperlinked item on the entire blog turn those colours, including the blog posting headers, the post tags, and the stuff in the side bar.

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For the life of me, I cannot figure out how to make my colour changes only apply to the body of the blog postings, but not anything else. As suggested by my friend Rick, I tried right-clicking on a link the body of my blog posting while in Chrome and selecting “Inspect Element”, but it was at this point that I remembered that I don’t have a clue what I’m doing.

Can someone who actually knows what they are doing tell me how to make my blog do what I want, so I can go back to postings pictures of my cats and frogs?


Not To Be Trusted With Irons

So the other day I decided that I probably should do some ironing, given that I had a tonne of wrinkly clothes hanging in my closet that weren’t getting unwrinkly on their own. Now, I don’t have a very good track record with ironing. The last time I attempted it, I broke my coffee table’s glass top and it cost me $130 to replace it. Long story short – I assumed the glass table top was made of tempered glass, but, as it turns out, it was not. So when I put a towel down on the table and started ironing, I very soon heard a loud crack and the table top was cracked into several pieces. To add insult to injury, it cost nearly as much to replace the table top ($130) as it had to buy the whole table ($150)! At least I know that this new table top is tempered glass, though I definitely won’t be ironing on it!  I have since purchased a small ironing board, so I was confident that I could pull off this feat of domestic achievement without incident. Spoiler alert: I could not.

I managed to get most of the ironing done, but then I reached across the grab something and accidentally touched my arm to the iron. For the record, this is not something I recommend that you do. You know, in case you were thinking of trying it. This is what my arm looked like right after the incident – well, right after I’d spent some time running cold water over it:

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I thought I saw a blister starting to form (you can’t really see it in the above photo), but it was really just the actual burn I was seeing – the red splotchiness surrounding it went away by the next day, revealing the spot where I’d touched flesh to burning hot steel. This is what it looked like on the 3rd day post-burn:

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The office I work in has a bunch of physicians in it, so I asked one of them for their expert medical opinion: “This looks like it’s healing OK, right?” He concurred with my diagnosis, so I’m two-for-two on diagnosing my self-inflicting (but accidental) injuries.

Just to add insult to injury, however, earlier this evening I was playing with Watson and he accidentally scratched me. On the arm. Right on the burnt part of my arm. You can actually see the scratch mark on the bottom left side of the burn:

Day 239It hurt like a mofo.

In related news, does anyone have advice on how to clip cat nails1?


  1. Or know any single guys that really love to iron? []


Goals and 101 Update

So, I’m staying up until 4 am to watch the men’s hockey Olympic gold medal game – Go Canada!

My sleeping pattern is totally messed up right now – for various reasons, I didn’t get a lot of sleep this week and have been sooo tired all week and then last night after work I went out for drinks for Cath’s birthday, stayed out fairly late and so I fell asleep on the Skytrain ride home and missed my stop. I woke up when the train stopped due to mechanical problems, totally thinking that I was at one of the stops before my stop, like Joyce or Edmonds, but after dozing on the not-moving Skytrain for about 15 minutes I heard another passenger make a comment about walking to King George Station and so I asked the person where we were and it turned out that we were at Gateway, 3 stops *past* New West! GAH! So I got off the train and had to wait another 10 minutes or so before a train came going the other way to take me back home. Being stuck at a Skytrain station in Surrey at 1:30 am on a freezing cold day – not my idea of a good time. I had a 16 km run with Alicia scheduled for 11:15 am on Saturday, so I managed to get an OK amount of sleep despite not getting home ’til 2 am. And then it turned out to be *snowing* for our run, so it was a pretty tough and freezing cold run, what with the tiredness and 3 beers and a shot of Tequila that I had the night before, but we managed to complete the run, which is the main thing. My running jacket turned out to be less waterproof than I would have liked and that, combined with having run through some puddles that soaked my running shoes mean that on the Skytrain ride on the way home from Alicia’s, I proceeded to get colder and colder; by the time I got home, my hands were so frozen that I could barely move them. I don’t remember my hands been so cold since that time I went surfing in Tofino in January! At least I didn’t fall asleep on the Skytrain and miss my stop this time, and a nice long, hot shower fixed me up just right. And then I followed that with a nap for 5 hours. That’s right, 5 hours. Apparently, I was extremely tired. When I woke up after my 5 hour long nap, both the kitties were curled up at my feet. So cute!

Since I slept for so long this afternoon, I’m now awake at nearly 1 am, with puck drop only 3 hours from now. So it seems to make sense to stay up for the game and then have a nap again before my own 7 pm game. I’m sure this will in no way come back to haunt me tomorrow night when I’m trying to get to sleep at a reasonable hour for the workweek.

Anyway, being awake, I decided I may as well write a blog posting and so here I am. And I had a blog posting halfway written, so basically these first 4 paragraphs are the longest and most irrelevant preamble I’ve ever written! Now, on to the topic of the actual posting!

Without even realizing it, I knocked two items off my list of 101 things to do in 1001 days in January!

5. get a cat

I forgot this was on my list when I got Watson & Crick. When I was living with my last boyfriend, I couldn’t have a cat as he was allergic, so I kind of forgot that it was even on my list. And by the time I thought about getting kitties again, it slipped my mind that it was on my list, until I just noticed it the other day. Hooray! And really, I should get to check this off the list twice, since I got two cats.

101. publish 501 blog postings in this 1001 day period

This happened on January 4 and at the time, I didn’t even notice that it was my momentous 501st posting since I started my 101 list.

On the more deliberate front, I made a concerted effort to knock this item off my list of goals for 2014:

14. Find a solution to my spice situation.

As part of the 52 weeks to an organized home, I finally got around to coming up with a solution for my disorganized collection of spices. I thought I took some photos of the before and after, but I can’t seem to find them, so I’ll have to write a posting about it later, but I have all my spices in either my test tube rack or in neatly labeled jars in a jar, where they are very handy to grab while cooking. This makes me very happy.

And just now when I went to make the link to my goals for 2014 posting, I noticed this goal, which I’d completely forgotten that I’d set as a goal for this year: 13. Find a reliable cleaning person …but which I just achieved last week! I’ve been looking for a cleaning person for awhile, but finally found one through my friend Tig. I tried out this cleaning lady last week and she did an amazing job and her prices are reasonable, so I’ve now gotten into her rotation for a cleaning every 2 weeks. Especially with the cats, someone needs to keep this place clean and it certainly wasn’t going to be me. So cleaning lady it is. This also makes me very happy.

In addition to those updates, I can also inform you that I’m now past the halfway mark of the 90 Fitness & Accountability Challenge and so far I’ve managed to keep up with my weekly goal of 6 workouts of at least 30 minutes per day. This week was by far the most challenging for me, due to the being so tired and having so many after-work things to do, so I decided to be kind to myself and let one of those be a half hour of deep stretches while I watched the most recent episode of the Walking Dead. I actually felt pretty good after that – sometimes I forget how much good some yoga/stretching can be!

OK, it’s now 1:13 am – less than 3 hours ’til the game starts. Maybe I’ll spend some time playing with my blog theme – I’ve been meaning to do that for a while!



Photo #2500 - One Year of FlickrThis is my 2,500th blog posting. It’s kind of mind boggling, really, that I’ve written that many postings. Even more mind boggling to me – people actually read them!

I’ve had this blog for 3,142 days, meaning that I’ve written an average of 0.8 blog postings per day1. I also have 8,495 comments on those 2,499 postings (as I haven’t yet posted this one!), or an average of 3.4 comments per posting. Which, while it’s not going to break any records, isn’t too shabby, if I do say so myself.

I hope you’ve enjoyed my 2,500 posts about hockey hotties, frogs, cats, goals, and various other important issues of the day. Here’s to 2,500 more!

Image Credit: Posted by Ben McLeod on Flickr.This photo came up in a search of Flickr for “2500″ because it was someone’s 2,500th Flickr photo. And I thought it was pretty, so here it is!

  1. That’s actually much closer to a blog posting per day than I expected, given the past two years of sparse blog postings thanks to all that pesky school I was doing. []


Happy BC Family Day

Today was a stat holiday in BC. Family Day to be specific. It’s only the second year we’ve had it and, I must say, it’s really nice to have a 3-day weekend in February. Especially because I had a 10:30 pm hockey game last night and it is sooo hard to get up in the morning after those late games. Actually, this weekend was pretty glorious in that I got to sleep in all three days! One of the things I hadn’t thought about when I joined the 12-week running study was that it meant I’d have to get up early every Sunday for 3 months to get to the group run! Now that the running study is over, my weekend running will be with my friend Alicia, training for the Hollywood Half, but at the moment we are doing those as Saturday afternoon runs ((As we get closer to the race, we’ll start doing more early morning runs, as the race starts at 6 am and we don’t want that to be a total shock to our bodies!), so sleeping in on the weekends is the name of the game.

Surprisingly, the kitties generally don’t wake me up to feed them – though Watson was meowing and meowing and meowing yesterday morning *after* I’d already gotten up (late) to feed them and then tried to go back to bed because did I mention how much I love to sleep? I never did figure out what he was meowing about, as they’d been fed, and had water and clean litter. What else could a kitty want?

Usually, though they don’t wake me up, when they hear me get up they come running into the bedroom (if they aren’t there already) to tell me they want breakfast, but this morning when I got up, they didn’t come in at all – so I went out to the living room and they were sitting side-by-side on the couch! It was so adorable and I turned to grab my camera, but they both dove off the couch and came running after me, because breakfast.

So yeah, I’m trying to remember if I actually had a point when I started writing this posting, but I don’t think I did. Instead, check out this photo of my kitties!


And this video of my froggies!


Two Years

Two years ago yesterday my Dad went into brain surgery, which he didn’t survive. We wouldn’t know that he hadn’t survived for three long days, during which we sat at his bedside willing him to wake up. We didn’t know his brain had suffered too much damage during the surgery and could no longer do anything but the most basic functions to keep his body going, but even then only with the assistance of artificial life support and even with that life support, it was barely able to do that and his body started shutting down over those three days. He couldn’t hear us talking to him, he hadn’t had a thought since he’d gone into surgery, scared but hopeful that the massive tumour in his brain would be removed and he would be OK. He also hadn’t known the tumour was malignant melanoma, as on the scans that they did before the surgery, it looked decidedly like a benign meningioma, which would have meant that removing it would have made him feel better than ever. I’m generally not a believer that “ignorance is bliss”, preferring to face facts over being in the dark about things, but in this case I’m glad that the surgeon wasn’t able to tell what kind of cancer my dad had before the surgery. It would have done my dad no good to go into his surgery knowing that his cancer was incurable and that he would only have suffering, debilitation, and death ahead of him. Given that the surgery turned out to be non-survivable, I’m willing to accept that in this case, where knowledge of the stark realty would have offered no way to have done anything differently and only would have served to make my dad’s last weeks of life that much more depressing, ignorance was preferable.

Around this time of year, I can’t help but think of my dad’s death and everything that surrounded it – the diagnosis, the waiting for surgery, the surgery, sitting vigil by his bedside, the moment that he stopped breathing and then, shortly after, when his heart stopped beating, the funeral. But I don’t want his death to overshadow his life. My dad was a man who believed in living life to its fullest. He was larger than life. The life of the party. He loved his family and we loved him.

I think of the things that have happened in the past two years. I did a whole MBA. I moved into a new place with a boyfriend. And then we broke up. I got pet frogs – that I think my dad would have liked – and pet cats – that I think he wouldn’t have1. My nephew has grown from a wee baby to an energetic, hilarious little toddler. My niece has continued to blossom into an intelligent, creative, and hilarious little girl. My mom and I went to Ireland together, and we know he would have loved to hear all about our trip. So many things he never got to see. So much life he will never get to live.

Last night, his Toronto Maple Leafs played my Vancouver Canucks and for the first time in more than TEN years, the Leafs won. And I would have given anything to have gotten a phone call last night after the game for him to tease me about it.

I miss you always, Daddy.

  1. My dad liked birds, so he didn’t like cats. []


Unhelpful Suggestion

So the other day a colleague of mine was using MS Paint on his computer at work1 and attempted to close the program, which should be a relatively simple task:

Error Message 01

However, he got an error message message when he tried to exit:

Error Message 02

Let’s look at that a little more closely, shall we?

Error Message 03

There’s not enough memory to close a program, so the suggested solution is to close some programs. Thanks, Windows!


  1. Don’t make fun. It’s the only image editing software we have access to! []


Dear Treadmill, I’m Breaking Up With You

Dear Treadmill,

Good-bye treadmillWe’ve been seeing a lot of each other lately, what with me being in a running study that required me to run 4 days a week, but the one I really wanted to be with – The Outdoors – was too cold and dark before and after work, which are the only times on weekdays that I can engage in this type of activity. I have to say that I really have not enjoyed the time we’ve spent together these last 12 weeks. To be honest, you are very boring and very monotonous. Every second I was on you was like an hour – I kept looking at the clock and waiting for it to be over. Every time I was with you, I was longing to be with The Outdoors instead. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be back in the warm embrace of The Outdoors, who makes running joyful instead of sucking the life out of me, the way you do. On weekends during this time, I was with The Outdoors and you didn’t even notice.

And now The Outdoors is starting to let up on the darkness. Each morning, The Outdoors starts to light up a bit earlier and so I can finally leave you, and return to where I belong.

So, dear Treadmill, I’m breaking up with you. It’s not me, it’s you.


Dr. Beth

P.S. I might come back to the gym sometimes, but not to see you. I have my eyes on those nice weights in the corner. I hope you don’t make things awkward.

Image Credit: Original image, which I then modified, posted by Jennifer C. on Flickr with a Creative Commons license.