All by myself!!

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I did my first hike in the canyons BY. MYSELF!  It was a bit freaky, but I did pretty good.  No snakes, no bears and no mountain lions.  Did run into an ultra runner prepping for the Way to Cool run.  Badassmotherfucker he was.  He was probably in his late 60’s.

Saturday I did a near 3 mile bike ride with Lester and his boy. Hello quad muscles.

Tonight I went to Lester’s hockey game where I got just a wee bit pissed off at a player on the ice and then proceeded to follow him to the locker rooms where I called him a douche.  The only thing I had going for me is that he was on the other team and I was a girl.  He didn’t look too thrilled and looking back, it was a bit stupid for me to do it. I could have started a full on fight between the two teams had the guy been able to pick his jaw up off the floor after I yelled down the hall at him, “YES YOU! YOU ARE A DOUCHE!”
Really? I probably looked like trash saying it, but I was so pissed! He had slammed Lester to the ground twice and checked him into the wall once and then spent 20 full seconds whacking away at this guy on the ground and then turned around and did it again.  Ashley said it’s called, ‘high sticking’ or something like that. I called it, being a fucking douche.
I will never do that again, let myself get that worked up over something stupid.
Like we all know, It takes A LOT to get me pissed. It takes even more for me to say I am pissed and it takes the earth to tilt on its axis for me to get pissed off enough to say something.  Poor guy, he has no idea what a douche he is and how much douchery it took for me to call him on it.

I’m usually the person yelling, “good block!” to the other team when they deflect our puck.

Not tonight.

I even cheered when one of our guys grabbed a guy by the helmet and brought him to the ground.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo unlike me.

Pretty sweet weekend if you ask me.