1. Here’s how my life goes right now: Wake up, eat something, play Christmas carols, eat something else, work on the house, play more Christmas carols, eat again, sleep, repeat. The Sabres have inconveniently scheduled ALL of their games during BPO rehearsals/concerts, so I haven’t seen them in 45,000 years, and I won’t see them again until December 21st.
Today is slightly different because I’m treating myself to a morning at the car mechanic’s. The Civic Doody has developed a troubling grinding sound when she brakes, so I thought I’d get that checked out. Kudos to Town Car for having a wireless connection, and double kudos to myself for thinking to grab my computer on the way out.
2. I can’t quite explain how it feels to look at your phone after a concert and see that the Sabres not only beat the Bruins, but they did so because of a Drew Stafford hat trick. It was an odd sensation- equal parts glee, disbelief, amusement, and concern that the apocalypse is nigh. Obviously Staffy has been busy feasting on human flesh, so we should probably be a little worried about the coming rise of the zombies, but whatever. The Sabres won, so we rejoice. Good work, Staffy! *moooooore brraaaaains*
3. Is anyone else getting a little anxious for Terry Pegula to take over and save Buffalo? I mean, hurry up already, Pegasaurus. (What do you think of the nickname “Pegasaurus” for Terry Pegula? I don’t know why I even ask. You guys never like my nicknames. I still haven’t forgiven you for rejecting “Mylers.”)
4. Here is something I can highly recommend that you do NOT do a week before your entire family comes to Buffalo for Christmas: Do not (I repeat, DO NOT) decide that you should finally get around to sanding and refinishing the stairs.
The actual sanding is not that difficult (once you get past the initial stage of not know how to do it, which includes swearing, crying, and whining on twitter until someone gives you lots of useful tips [thanks, JonesRG!]), but the clean-up is unreal. UNREAL. My stairwell is in the center of my house, and it’s open so there wasn’t a good way to contain the dust. When I realized the dust was going to be a problem, I thought, “Well, I guess I’ll just have to spend a few extra minutes vacuuming this week” (FYI, at my house, “a few extra minutes of vacuuming this week,” really means,” SOME minutes of vacuuming this week”). WRONG. WRONGWRONGWRONG.
The dust got everywhere. The cleanup involves picking up every single thing in my house and dusting it off with a damp cloth. I spent about an hour vacuuming and wiping down the couch last night, and I’m still not convinced it won’t give my house guests instant asthma next week.
The moral of the story is: don’t go sanding parts of your house all willy-nilly.
5. Hey, good news. My car needs new brakes, but nothing scarier or more expensive than that. She’s a good girl, the Civic Doody.
6. One of the things I’ve had on my blogging to-do list forever, is alert you to the fabulous new(ish) Sabres blog “$#*! Harry Neale Says” penned by the hilarious and beautiful, Mcguffers. McGuffers is awesome and you should definitely read her blog. I apologize for not telling you about her months ago (more Mcguffers for me).
7. I had the great privilege of participating in Artvoice’s “5 Questions With…” feature this week. It was tons of fun to write, in part because of the great questions fed to me by Zachary Burns. Have a look!
I’m convinced that this article is my best chance to catch the attention and capture the heart of Terry Pegula. So, if you’re reading this, hi Terry! My name is Katebits. Call me if you ever need help deciding who to fire. I’ve been keeping a detailed list.