It’s Thursday eve, or hump day as we affectionately call it in corporate America. There’s something magical about the promise of a Wednesday. We’re oh so close to magical Friday afternoon. In our house, Wednesdays are also the only weekday where we can enjoy dinner as a family. It’s a nice rarity. Fortunately for me, the hubby usually has dinner done or in progress by the time I get home. It’s such a relief to not have to cook.
I was reminded tonight of the importance of being exceptionally specific when giving teenage boys directives. Sunday I had asked Goalielocks to bring down all his dirty clothes and towels, so he have clean clothes when school started. There was one crucial mistake in that sentence: the phrase “when school started.” Apparently, this freed the way for him to only wash the clothes he needs for this week.
When going upstairs to find my mouse, I noticed the error of my ways. His room still look like a clothes/bath towel box had exploded. Clearly, he hasn’t watched Tidying UP on Netflix. Or perhaps he misunderstood the directions to put all the clothes on your bed before figuring out what he could part with, but somehow I don’t think that’s the case. See when raising teenage boys, you have to be exceedingly specific and definitive in your directives. Moreover, you have to follow it up with turning off the wifi until the chore is done.
To be fair, both Goalielocks and his older brother Jake do their own laundry, so I can’t complain too loudly about his laundry. It’s just when Goalielocks does laundry, he only does 10%. Marie Kondo would lose her mind! Now for the good news. With the youngest in seventh grade, I’m a year away from only have to do me and my hubby’s laundry. That will be an awesome day!
An update to the thyroid, I’m still hyperactive and there’s inflammation in the gland. This is part of the process of they thyroid dying, but it’s taking forever and I’m impatient. Due to the thyroid, I’ve been running hot (low-grade fever) for the past several weeks. My heart rate has come down a bit since last week, which is a relief. It had a mind of its own last week, so I skipped the trip to Tampa with Goalielocks. After all if my heart rate Friday was 105 bps sitting at my desk while on beta blockers, my heart rate watching my goalie would have been dangerous. Good times!
While I wait for the hyperthyroidism to abate, I’m taking it completely easy. At this point, I’m not even non-aggressively riding my bike. We’ve had a cold in the house, so I’ve been taking fresh ginger shots with lemon to boost my immune system and reduce inflammation. It’s amazing how sweet a lemon tastes after drinking ginger. If you haven’t tried it, I do recommend it. For my S. Florida peeps, I recommend checking out Juiceberry in Boynton in Deerfield Beach or Smoothie Whirl’d in Boynton and West Palm. A solid online option is Jus by Julie’s boosters. When bundled with a cleanse, they’re 30% off through Sunday with the discount code Cleanse30. Since we’ll be traveling a bit in the coming weeks, it will be easier for me to have them delivered.
Since 2010, I’ve been a loud and proud hockey mom, now I’m mom to my favorite referee. Oh yes, my Goalielocks has become a zebra. The oft maligned position in sports is as critical to the sport as it is criticized. It’s a tough position with lot’s of pressure in any environment. When you throw crazy hockey parents on top of that it’s a lot.
There are a lot of great reasons for your kid to become a referee many of which I’ll cover here. I’ll start with the obvious: they make good money as a teen. I’m so excited for my second born to have his own income. There’s no better way for him to understand the value of a dollar then by earning his own. In order to make the same money at a normal “teen” job, he’d have to work more than double the hours. With his intense school schedule and travel hockey schedule, refereeing is the perfect part time job for him.
Selfishly, it’s been nice because I’ve learned a lot. We’ve got a couple of rule books around the house and I watched some of the modules with him. Over the years, I’ve learned a lot about the rules from my referee friends. (Extra bonus is that he now gets to work with these fabulous people.). Nonetheless, there’s still a knowledge gap. Thankfully, when I’m watching a game and have a question about a call or a rule, he can explain it to me.
It’s also a great way for hockey player to learn the game and see it in a different light. Goalielocks has been in net for close to a decade and before that played out as a forward. When you referee a game, you see it in a whole different way. One that gives you appreciate and enhances your knowledge of the game. What could be bad about that?
In addition, to enhancing their knowledge of the game, refereeing gives young referees the opportunity to learn important life skills. Hockey is a fast game and being able to see and make the right call is awesome. The ability to make decisions under pressure is a crucial skill that will translate well into adulthood.
Lastly, and I’m sure I’m missing many reasons, it teaches them conflict resolution. There will be times that calls are made that coaches, parents and players will disagree with. As a referee, their job is resolve that conflict as professionally as possible. These conflicts can be highly emotional and aren’t always easy to solve, but this teaches a valuable life skill. Where else can a teenager get that kind of on the job experience?
As for my young zebra, he refereed his first squirt game with his mentor. It was his first full ice game, but he picked up quickly. As his games progressed yesterday, it was fun to watch him grow increasingly confident in his role. He capped off his day by scorekeeping a couple of rec games, so he could learn how to use the clock.
For all my Florida hockey parents, your kid can start refereeing at fourteen. The referee seminars are held in the fall throughout Florida. If you have any questions, let me know!
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In order to keep myself sane and intellectually engaged, I’ve been reading my way back to health. Over the past eight months, I’ve been out of my normal routine due to injury and health concerns. Sadly, I often found myself too exhausted to write. Fortunately, I was able to draw my reading list off The Greatest Books. First, of all I like the site because it has a thoughtfully curated list of the best fiction and non-fiction works of all time. Secondly, I love that you can track what you’ve read and what you want to read.
I’ve read some amazing works from a myriad of different genres and authors across time. Since I’ve read some wonderful works of fiction, I’d thought I’d share some of them with you. Here’s the list of my favorites:
If you’ve never read Wilkie Collins, your missing out. He’s a one of kind author, who narrates his stories from multiple viewpoints. His plot development and character development are amazing. Collins was a contemporary and good friend of Charlies Dickens. He was also a huge influence to Edgar Allen Poe. Once you read both these books, I think you’ll find that the great Agatha Christie was influenced by him as well.
When I first picked up Ana Karenina, I was a bit intimidated. It is a thick book. As I got into it, I loved it. Tolstoy doesn’t waste a word. I was happy to find that Tolstoy didn’t incorporate essays with in the books or long tangents like those found in his contemporaries works. Both Ana Karenina and Resurrection are beautiful stories. In Anna Karenina, he tells the story of the titular characters life and the consequences of her choices. It’s a tragic story told beautifully. In Resurrection, he tells the story of man confronted by the impact his choices had on someone he loved. In the end, he finds his redemption in a most obvious spot. Truly, after finishing both novels, I feel compelled to travel to Saint Petersburg and the rest of Tolstoy’s Russia.
After finishing Nabokov’s Lolita, I needed a literary pick me up and a shower. That book will leave you feeling dirty…. I turned to Hesse’s Siddharta.. Hesse, of German-Swiss descent, bring a unique east meets west perspective. This novel follows the spiritual journey of Siddharta. His quest for enlightenment puts him in places and situations he never could have imagined. It’s a beautiful book.
I loved Narcissus and Goldmund, which tells the tale of two best friends who are diametrically different, but still love each other. While Goldmund leaves the monastery in search of the meaning of life. His mentor and friend Narcissus stays in monastic life. Throughout their lives they take different paths, but eventually their paths reunite. It’s a beautiful tale of friendship and life.
It took me awhile to get into Steppenwolf, but eventually I was pulled into the world of Harry Haller. Like the other two Hesse books, this one explores the duality of human nature. This time in main character Harry Haller and not two separate characters like in Narcissus and Goldmund. At the end of the day, you can’t go wrong with any of these books by Hesse.
Since I was heading to Scandinavia this fall, I wanted to read something that was Scandinavian. After much research and a couple of recommendations, I decided to read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. While in Finland, I finally started reading the book and I couldn’t put it down. I loved that I could imagine where they were in Gamle Stan in Stockholm since I was just there.
It’s an awful tragedy that we lost Stieg Larsson before these books were publishes. He turned in the manuscripts for the first three installments in the Millennium Series, but died shortly after. His books are incredible. There are few characters in literature as vivid, damaged and bad ass as Larsson’s Lisbeth Salander.
I’ve already read the first four books in the series and cannot wait to read the fifth. Since Larsson’s premature death prevented him from finishing the Millennium series, David Lagercrantz took up the mantle. I was worried that Lagercrantz’s take on Larsson’s characters would be unfaithful to the original. Lagercratnz had huge shoes to fill, but he did it beautifully. The continuity between the characters and stories between Larsson’s and Lagercrantz’s books is seamless. If you haven’t read this series yet, I highly recommend it. If you love Daniel Craig, like I do, you’ll love him in the movie version.
These are just a few of the books I’ve read since last summer that really resonated with me. I’ve included links to Amazon for each of my recommended books. I’m always looking for good book recommendations. What’s your favorite book? What books do you recommend?
No sooner had I left the office Monday night, then it was New Years day and back to work. Like right back to work. It felt more like an abbreviated weekend than a holiday, but we made the best of it. New Years Eve we headed to my brothers for snacks, games and of course champagne. We even snuck in some shots of Salmiakki. My mom made some pickle rolls ups, aka Minnesota Sushi, which brought back some great memories of the holidays of my youth. I haven’t had them since we moved south of the Mason Dixon thirteen years ago! We rushed home after midnight, so as to try to beat the traffic.
The next morning we were going to head down to Fort Lauderdale for brunch, but that ended up being moved to Boca. This made is a lot easier for us although I love Fort Lauderdale. My sister-in-law Brandi and her cooking partner Phil made yet again an amazing meal. They always partner up on Thanksgiving to make a fantastic dinner, so getting to enjoy twice this year was quite nice. Fortunately, I didn’t include anything about food in my New Year’s resolutions or I would have broken all of them at brunch!
After brunch, we headed out to South County Park in Boca to go jet skiing. There is a nice lake behind the amphitheater that is deceivingly large. There’s not a ton of room by the docks, which keeps it from getting too crowded. Fortunately, the weather was absolutely sublime lows 80s and some cloud cover to keep it cool.
Our younger two, Goalielocks and the Mayor, were hooked after their first rides. Once they got on, they didn’t want to get off the jet skis. Eventually, they had to get off so other people could ride, but they were keen to get back on the water. Fortunately, both Grandma and Grandpa got a chance to ride the jet skis. Both of the boys got to drive the jet skis, which they absolutely loved. Goalielocks is a little more sensible, while the Mayor’s driving style can only be described as “balls to the wall.” I can already sense how much fun we’re going to have teaching him to drive.
After several hours of jet skis and Cornhole, we headed home to get ready for our inevitable return to work on Wednesday. Shortly thereafter, the Mayor convinced my husband to make Caribbean jerk chicken with black beans and rice. The kid ate two full plates. Unquestionably, he has a hollow leg – or so we thought.
He left dinner to take a shower having been on the lake all day. After about fifteen minutes, he came back out to the family room and announced “I threw up all over the bathroom and I missed both the sink and the toilet.” Now that my friends takes talent. Immediately, the hubby and I got up to check him out. He insisted he was fine having thrown up only because he ate too much too fast with too much milk.
After making sure he was fine, we headed to the bathroom. His assessment was spot on. He had in fact thrown up all over our bathroom effectively missing both the toilet and the sink. I’m not quite sure what happened, but I was relieved he missed the rugs and the dirty clothes he left strewn about the floor. Thankfully, he was okay and not harboring some insidious stomach bug. Since I wasn’t feeling well, he cleaned up the projectile mess. He’s the real hero!
And just like that in the blink of an eye, we went to bed and got up for work like nothing had changed……. Our Tuesday holiday was quickly over and it was back to reality.
It’s resolution time again my friends. I can hardly believe that a year has past since I last typed out some idealistic, but achievable resolutions. When I look back on last year’s post, Resolution Time, I had some great goals. Unfortunately, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I did make some of the 5:30 am classes at Burn and they were fabulous, but I only managed to run one 5k. Moreover, I didn’t do well, which was disappointing.
Unfortunately, the pain in my left ankle ended up being more serious than tendonitis and tenosynovitis. I tore the tendon, posterior tibial tendon, where it meets the bone in my foot. That diagnosis and associated pain effectively ended my running career in 2018. As I wrote a couple of days ago, https://flhockeymomfit.com/dignity-in-aging/ , the tear in my tendon was compounded by newly discovered thyroid problems. Oh joy! There went my fitness goals for 2018.
I was relegated to the pool with my cast cover (affectionately called my cast condom) and my new Aquajogger belt instead of hitting the gym at 5:30 am and logging some serious mileage running. I totally fit in with the snow bird crowd. My only outlet was swimming or jogging in the pool. If I’m being honest, I totally suck at both swimming and aqua jogging. Nonetheless, I found a way to stay active while my tendon had me sidelined.
Sadly, I was prohibited from doing cardio once the severity of my thyroid issue was understood. Can I tell you that it’s been pure torture? I’m using to teaching Zumba four times a week plus running 20-25 miles during the week. The inability to do cardio is driving me crazy. Eventually I bought a nice new bike. My doc said I could ride it if I could do so non-aggressively. As it turns out, I’m not really capable of doing that on a road bike. Thus I’m resigned to riding the stationery bike.
As for travel, I had a fabulous year. I started the year with a trip to Chicago in January with the Mayor and Goalielocks. In February, Goalielocks and I headed to Massachusetts/New Hampshire for a tournament. That trip was a bit of a mess with Goalielocks’ injury. Nevertheless, we had a great time exploring the area before he got hurt. In March, we spent spring break in the Bahamas with our awesome extended family. April brought an amazing momcation trip to Turks & Caicos. The trip was absolutely spectacular. Finally, we hopped the pond to explore Sweden, Finland and Denmark in late October. I can’t wait to go back!
Lastly, I was able to take on responsibilities with the Broward/Palm Beach PanCan affiliate. This was my first year serving as team and individual development chair for PurpleStride. It was absolutely rewarding to be a member of the team! Goalielocks attended many of the meeting with me and volunteered with me at the event as well. This was one of my 2018 resolutions that I was not willing to break. Excitedly, we exceeded our fundraising goal for the event!
Last year was difficult, but wonderful. I lost a dear colleague in September, which was very hard. My family and I experienced some serious health issues throughout the year. Fortunately, 2019 will bring a resolution to my thyroid woes. I’m looking forward to a fruitful year in which I can get back to doing the things I love and feeling like myself. Honestly, I’ve been craving a run. If you asked me five years ago if I enjoyed running, I would have laughed at you. And now, I crave it. Life is so odd.
Here are my resolutions for 2019:
Be patient in my recovery. I’m not a patient person, but given the risks I’ve been compliant with my doctor’s no-cardio/take it easy orders. Needless to say, I’ll behave.
Focus on getting stronger – more weights/more days in the gym.
Explore the world – nothing feeds the soul more than exploring the globe with the people you love!
Run a 5K and not suck at it.
Involvement with PanCan
Eat to perform
I saw some great memes this week on new years resolutions. For example, people will pack the gym (like sardines) for the next 3 weeks only for it to be empty by February. While I didn’t meet a lot of my goals for 2018 as set forth in my resolutions, I also have to acknowledge that much of it was outside my control. So this year, if you find yourself unexpectedly out of commission and unable to meet your goals, be kind to yourself.
There’s no dignity in aging that is for damn sure. Along with radiation, isolation this pretty much describes the last couple months of my life. You may recall that I tore my tendon last summer while running. It was a complete buzz kill and put me on a boot and scooter for ten weeks. The injury, a tear in the posterior tibial tendon, was a surgical injury. Unfortunately, in my pre-op blood work they found that my thyroid had gone rogue. I went back two weeks later to ensure it wasn’t an anomaly and sadly it was not.
Now I was sidelined with a torn tendon and a rogue thyroid. I guess they weren’t lying when they said there’s no dignity in aging. Since my thyroid was hyperactive, I was no longer a candidate for surgery, so I opted for the controversial and expensive stem cells injection. Further complicating matters it the fact that our tendons ability to heal is heavily influence by the thyroid. Thus its unlikely that I’ll see a full recovery in the tendon until my thyroid has stabilized. #winning Nonetheless, between the torn tendon and the hyperthyroidism, I’ve been unable to do cardio since late July. It’s been quite the adjustment both mentally and physically.
My visit to the the endo was pretty straightforward. We were both confident that was the culprit behind my hyperthyroidism given that Graves Disease runs in my family. She did stress that I was lucky to have found the disease early as it progresses quite rapidly. Moreover, she laid out a plan of action to confirm our suspicions: more blood work and a thyroid scan and uptake test. If the diagnosis was confirmed, we proceed immediately to RAI (a.k.a. radioactive iodine) treatment. The nice thing about my endo is that she does’t make me come in to get test results or discuss next steps. Naturally, I have my appointments, but it’s nice not having to go into the office each step of the way.
Once my blood work came back abnormal the second time, my GP referred me out to an endocrinologist. Apparently, in South Florida they’re in very high demand. I initially made my appointment in early August for late October. I was none to pleased with that timeline. Fortunately, an appointment opened up in early September.
In late October, after more blood work and thyroid scan/uptake test, she called to confirmed that our initial suspicions were correct. It was Graves Disease, an autoimmune disorder that attacks the thyroid gland causing it to be hyperactive. My next step would be the RAI treatment. Fortunately, I was still able to go overseas and enjoy all that Sweden, Finland and Denmark have to offer before completing the RAI treatment. Admittedly, I was far from 100% during the trip, but I still had the most amazing time. (I’ll be sharing more from the trip in the coming days.)
Once I was back on the continent, the appointment was set and my family I prepared for the three days I’d spend in complete isolation. (Fellow moms, I know what you’re thinking – complete silence and alone time= complete gift. You’re not wrong.) This was also the run up to the Purple Stride event and I was serving as Chair for team and personal development for the first time. We had to buy a lot of disposable plates and silverware, since my dishes couldn’t co-mingle with the family’s dishes. I also bought a lot of cough drops and throat spray as throat pain is one of side effects of the treatment.
Early November 19th, I headed over to DCA where they’d administer the RA-131. By this time, I was anxious to get it over with and get back to normal. They called me back and then there was a problem. When they called to schedule, they neglected to tell me that a negative pregnancy test had to be on file. At this point, I was quite aggravated and not willing to move my appointment. It was, after all, their mistake.
Fortunately, I was able to negotiate a compromise with the tech and radiologist. I quickly left DCA and headed to CVS where I bought the cheapest pregnancy test I could find. I hurried back to DCA, took the test, handed it to the tech and got my RAI. Sadly, I forgot to take a picture of the mini-keg the pill came in. I did have some trepidations as the tech handled the keg with thick lead gloves as she pulled the pill out of a thick glass test tube from within the keg.
The following days were quite uneventful. I worked from home effectively only missing conference calls since my throat hurt and my voice was weak. I binged watch all of the shows and movies I can’t ordinarily enjoy in a house of boys. To be honest, I was a bit disappointed that my neck didn’t glow. I had grandiose plans of making a video of me singing radioactive with a glowing neck, but alas that couldn’t happen. Since the boys were off that week, they took times dropping off water and food to my room. By the end of the three days, I was ready to see civilization again.
As I mentioned, the boys were all home from school that week. You would think that while I was in insolation things like the dishes, sweeping, and putting away clothes would have been taken care of, but alas they were not. No sooner had I left my isolation than I was already willing to go back into it.
It’s been almost six weeks since the RAI and my thyroid should be slowing down by now. However, my thyroid, as mentioned before has gone rogue. It is now more hyperactive than it was before. Needless to say, I’m quite disappointed. I cannot go back to working out until my thyroid is no longer hyperactive. So say a prayer that when I go back to my Endo in six weeks, my rogue thyroid has been reformed and on it’s way to being normal or hypo.
In the meantime, I’ll continue taking the beta blockers and trying to adhere to a sedentary lifestyle that’s miserable. The disease has made watching Goalielocks in net a bit perilous. Fortunately, the beta blockers keep my heart rate and rhythm from being totally ridiculous. Thankfully, the Mayor is a second year peewee and not in a checking league, so his games are still pretty relaxing for me. (You know I had to bring some hockey into it!). I’m utterly exhausted day in and day out, which is a major downside of the disease and the meds I’m on. Sleep is hard to come by when your thyroid is hyperactive. The beta blockers make it even more difficult. One thing is sure, when this is over and it will be soon, I’ll be quite grateful for good health and the ability to be active. I cannot wait to run again!
We spent today exploring Stockholm, its history, its food and its drink. Our day started with a wonderful and real authentic continental breakfast. It wasn’t the paltry continental breakfast every hotel at a hockey tournament tries to sell you. This breakfast was legit. There were no watery eggs or overcooked bacon to be had. The only similarity is that this breakfast also had a waffle maker, which we definitely enjoyed.
Our time here in Stockholm is short, so we wanted to maximize our time and see as much of the city as possible. The best way to do this, especially in the winter, is the hop on and hop off buses. They run continuously throughout the day with several stops and a narrated tour to boot. If the weather were a bit warmer and my ankle/foot completely healed, this would be a perfect walking city. Truly, if my foot was better, we’d probably have walked most of the city.
We grabbed the bus at Stockholm’s Central nation, which is super nice. We somehow managed to missed it twice. Once it was our fault, the second time it just drove by. When the third bus came by, we were sure to be first in line. We sat atop the bus and rode for about half the tour before realizing we should have grabbed the headphones downstairs. The bus takes you through all the major neighborhoods in Sweden and provides a lot of great information about the sites.
We rode the thing throughout the complete loop before deciding to hop off at Gamle Stan near the Royal Palace. As soon as I exited the bus, I was cold. We were dropped off right across from the palace and not far from the water. The wind was whipping off the water with no buildings to slow it. I was getting cold fast! We made our way up the palace stairs to check it out. Our timing was sublime as we entered the courtyard right before they started the changing of the guard. I filmed it in its entirety, but I almost froze my fingers off!
As soon as the ceremony ended, we made our way into the Palace to check out the Royal Apartments, the museum and find a bathroom. The Palace is stunning and a beautiful example of the baroque design style. Throughout the palace, the artwork was sublime. At every turn, every room there were a myriad of paintings, sculptures and tapestries. There was one drawing room in particular that was full of portraits of the royal family. It reminded me of Harry Potter and a couple of other movies where the eyes in the portraits follow you as you move through the room.
After exploring the palace grounds, we headed to find food. We explored the palace while past the lunch hour, so we decided to go for dinner. At the recommendation of our bartender last night, we headed to Aifur. It was an adventure through Gamle Stan to find it with two pit stops at Stortoget, the oldest square in Stockholm, to get coffee and mittens. Finally, we headed down the hill to Västerlånggatan, the main thoroughfare, to find Aifur. I tried to behave, but couldn’t help perusing a few of the stores along the way. Humorously, when we finally found the restaurant it wasn’t opened yet. Naturally, we killed the half hour at Corner Bar enjoyed a few drinks.
Dinner at Aifur was quite the experience. The restaurant is an homage to Scandinavia’s Viking heritage in its decor, its food, and its staff. Consequently, the dining room was set up with several long tables with benches on both sides. On the tables, there were candelabra, silverware and glassware in keeping with the theme. Each of the dishes on the menu were inspired by the Vikings.
We started our meal with a charcuterie board inspired by Ragnor himself. Largely, it was compiled of different types of sausages, including reindeer heart. Surprisingly, the reindeer heart sausage was tasty. I enjoyed the reindeer sausage with some cheddar chess on a cracker. While I had the elk sausage on bread with cheddar and boiled apples. It was a nice exploration of the different types of sausages from the region.
Our main courses were just as yummy. Jon and I enjoyed venison with hash browns on root vegetables served on a creamy mushroom sauce. Jake had the porcini risotto, which he thought was okay. I really enjoyed it! Brandi had the dwarf chicken also served with the risotto, which was also quite tasty. We accompanied our dinner with Mead from Poland.
The best part of dinner, aside from the company and the food, was the atmosphere. Every time new guests would arrive, the host/hostess would announce them to the dining room sharing both their party name and where they’re from. It was fun to guess where our other dinners guests hailed from. I’d be lying if I said we were good at that game. Nonetheless, it made for a fun night. Lastly, as we ate, we enjoyed live traditional Scandinavian music keeping with the restaurant’s theme.
Post dinner we walked back to the hotel and then headed up to The Capitol Bar at the Scandic for the first of two night caps. I ended my night out at the bar downstairs with a great apple beer from Belgium. While I got ready for bed, the rest of the party closed down the bar and went on a fast food run. Sadly, there were no Doritos burgers tonight only zombie burgers from Burger King.
Tomorrow we’re off to Helsinki for several days. Stockholm has been a blast and we’ll definitely be back!
Wow, it feels like forever since I’ve actually had the time to post on back to back days. We had a busy day of hockey and hockey related activities. The morning started with the Mayor’s team fundraising at a Publix in Coconut Creek. Thanks to the store’s generous patrons, his squad raised over $800. Fortunately, he and the hubby were back in time to leave right way for Goalielock’s games.
Goalielock’s and his squad split the day dropping the first contest to the Hawks, but winning their second against the Toros. I had a blast in the box with Tonya and DB during the first game. Reunited and it felt so good! Unfortunately, during he warmups for game two Goalielock’s left leg slid out on him and he pulled his groin. Long story short, I walked out to hit the restroom pre-game and when I came back he was on the bench in a different jersey. It only took me almost the entire first period to figure it out. Needless to say, Goalielocks has been on solid regimen of ice for 20 and heat for 20 since he got home.
I’ve gotta give a shout to fellow hockey mom D. Green for the amazing ribbon she gave me. I freaking love it. It makes me wonder how the crafty gene skipped me entirely. Truly, I have not one crafty bone in my body. When I try to be crafty, it ends up looking like something you’d see on Netflix’s Nailed It. (love that show!) Nonetheless, since I don’t possess that skillset at all, I’m in awe of those who do it so well.
Between Goalielock’s game, the Mayor had a four hour clinic. We sent Goalielock’s to John’s house with the team, while we drove to Palm Beach to drop him off. After dropping him off, we headed over to meet the team for some grub. As for my Mayor, he’s completely exhausted after the craziness of his day. It’s not often that he puts himself to bed this early! Speaking of which, it’s time for me to head off to practice my Swedish, read a bit and head to bed.
It’s tminus seven until Jake, and my brother and his wife head to Scandinavia for an epic adventure. Jake and I spent our morning picking up a few last-minute items from Kohl’s. It’s going to be in the 40s-50s, so a light jacket should suffice. Since we live in Florida our fall wardrobe for Scandinavian weather isn’t quite up to par.
After Kohl’s we headed to Barnes and Noble. I’ve been reading book after book as I work my way through the top 500 fiction and non-fiction books. I’m currently reading One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel García Márquez, but should finish it in the coming days. It’s delightful this far, quite the departures from Tolstoy’s Resurrection. I’d highly recommend both novels. For the trip, I bought Stieg Larsson’s Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Since paperbacks were 3 for $30, I was seriously tempted to by several books. I behaved and walked out with only two.
In addition to Larsson’s novel, I picked up a book on Swedish grammar. I love DuoLingo, but I needed to read through the grammatical rules. Every night I try to spend at least 30 minutes practicing Swedish before reading for the last hour before bed. I don’t expect to be fluent, but I hope to at least be able to communicate in Swedish while in Stockholm. As an aside, there isn’t DuoLingo for Finnish or Finnish grammar books at our Barnes and Noble. Please see video below for what I imagine I’ll sound like.
I am super excited, not just for the trip, but for November’s Purple Stride. This year I’m unable to run due to my left ankle, so I’m taking on a different role. For this year’s event, I’m happy to announce that I am the Team Chair. I’ll be in charge to driving team results and recruitment. Those of you on the fence of joining team Deb Force Five – now it the time to join. If you’re not in Florida that’s okay! You can join us as a virtual strider. Join by clicking here. I’ll leave you with one of Freddy Mercury’s iconic live performances. I, for one, cannot wait to see the Queen movie coming out next week.
It’s been crazy around these parts hence the several month hiatus from the blog. While the kids went north this summer, the hubby and I worked. Oh and I tore my posterior tibial tendon, which has been so much fun. Needless to say I didn’t do much this summer but work and elevate my leg. Now I’m bootless, scooterless and ready to write!
I did take on a new, super girl like identity as the summer ended: Scooter Girl. You know like Avril Lavigne’s skater boi just older, with a boot and a lot less coordination. I spent eight weeks in a boot and on my glorious scooter. Whoever invented the scooter, also known by its significantly less sexy name as a knee walker, is my hero. I can’t imagine having to spent eight weeks in a boot and on crutches – I wouldn’t have gone anywhere. The scooter was a complete lifesaver. It helped, of course, that my scooter was pimped out with a basket, a cup holder (how else would I carry my coffee), a memory foam padded knee pad cover and a bell (thank you KB.)
While I was on the scooter, I noticed that people were much nicer and helpful. Even the snowbirds near me were sweet – amazing. It was, however, a little demoralizing when a woman in her 80s told me she had been in the same boat and that I’d be okay. She was so sweet. Seriously, the snowbirds were sweet and if you lived in S. Florida you’d understand how amazing that really is. It also sucked having to put on a cast bag to go outside or take a shower. Having a cast during rainy season isn’t awesome.
The scooter also got us VIP entrance and upgrades at a couple of concert. I definitely was not looking forward to being on the law at an amphitheater with my scooter. However, nothing was going to stop me from seeing the Imagine Dragons or Lindsey Stirling and Evanescence. I think maybe that’s the lesson in all of this. No matter what life throws at you, don’t stop living. P.S. The Imagine Dragons with shirtless Dan is a must see show!
Thankfully, I’m off the scooter as the craziness of hockey season is in full swing. I did have a scooter buddy at the beginning of the season, but I’m happy to report we’re both off our scooters! It was a challenge to fit my scooter and their gear in the car. Not too mention it’s tough to navigate the rink and find a comfortable viewing place for the games. I’ll admit that the bell prevented several potential collisions as I glided down the ramps at Ice Den. Fortunately, the breaks on the scooter were quite effective.
Perhaps the hardest part of the boot life is the inability to really exercise. For eight weeks I was relegated to water workouts only. We don’t have a pool at home, so I was at the mercy of traffic and the weather. It’s been tough to be outside my normal workout habits. It’s also tough to be passed in the pool by a geriatric swimmer, but I digress. I’m still not cleared to run or do Zumba, but spent sometime on my TRX this past week. It felt amazing.
What progress looks like
What progress looks like
At any rate, it feels good to back at the blog and bootless!
While I won’t be able to run this year’s Purple Stride, I am still captain of Team Deb Force Five and am taking on an expanded role at the event. Please join the Fight by joining Team Deb Force Five as a participant, donor or virtual strider! Together we can help PanCan double survival rates by 2020. Here’s the link: Join Team Deb Force Five