Whew!! Another Christmas holiday come and gone.
Santa visited our neighborhood (the 'Manor), making the rounds on Christmas Eve afternoon.
First stop was at our friends Jeanie's house.
She buried her husband Thanksgiving week so this wasn't shaping up to be a very merry Christmas for her family. So Santa stopped by her house to try and bring a little cheer and lift their spirits.
After leaving her house, he stopped at a few of the homes where some of our senior residents live to drop off some sweet-treats and wish them Merry Christmas.
Next stop on his travels was to the home of my little friend Mimi. She was staying at her grandparents at the time so she missed out on his visit to her house.
Last stop was to our house to get slobber-kisses from our fur-babies. Livvie was quite enthralled with Santa and wouldn't turn to face the camera, instead keeping her eyes on him.
To see all the pix, click on this link.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Monday, December 27, 2010
The Christmas Jinx
I've come to the conclusion that Christmas is a jinxed holiday in my family. So many years, bad things have happened to completely cast a pall over the otherwise festive day, that it's almost made me dread when December 25 rolls around.
*There was the x-mas when I was 11 and a relative's husband attempted to murder her when he shot her in the back as she was running to the neighbor's house for help.
*Then there was the x-mas when I was 15 and I went outside after opening our presents, to take my dog her gift, only to find her frozen stiff in her doghouse. That was a particularly crappy holiday.
*And of course there were the countless x-mas' when my husband's step-mother went off the deep end and needed to be committed after one of her many, many, holiday breakdowns.
Dealing with a manic depressive under normal circumstances and non-holiday times is bad enough, but throw in the holiday and it's worse!! If you've never had to do it, you can't even begin to appreciate what I'm talking about.
*And this year, well, the holiday goblins struck again...
I was paying bills earlier in the week and actually paid off our credit card. I should've known better as I was just setting myself up.
Christmas day, we were watching "A Christmas Story" and at one point I commented on the old fashioned washing machine in their kitchen. You know the kind with the rollers you had to feed the clothing through to wring out the excess water? I had said, "ah, those were the good old days", as I remembered helping my grandmother do laundry when I was a child, and she used that type of machine. To a small child, it was great fun. That comment apparently was the straw that broke the Christmas-camel's back this year.
When we got home that evening, I put a load of towels in the washer. Now I admit, both the washer AND dryer have had a bit of a death rattle for the past couple of weeks. But that evening, my washer succumbed to it's ailment and died an agonizing death, leaving me with a washer full of wet towels. I was reduced to wringing the towels out by hand, wishing I had the wringer from that old fashioned washer available to remove the excess water. By the time I was done, my hands hurt and felt like they were going to start bleeding they were so rough. How on earth did the pioneer women manage to wash laundry on a scrub board in the creek??
While the dryer is still working, it's death rattle is getting worse.
I could call a repairman, and it might be something simple to fix on both, but considering they were both cheap models when we bought them, the combined repairs would probably cost as much as what I had paid for one of them, or more. So I went out Sunday morning and purchased a new washer and dryer. I splurged and went for the gusto, getting a front-loader. Only one other machine on display had a larger capacity, so I can now stuff those dog blankets in there and get'm clean! Unfortunately, they won't be delivered 'til Thursday evening, so hopefully we won't run out of clean underwear in the meantime. Although my boss said if we turn the dirty ones inside out, we can get another five days out of them. yuck!
These new machines practically require a college education to figure out how to use them, and I dread having to figure them out.
The really bad part is it took me the better part of 23 years to teach John how to wash some of his own laundry using a basic washing machine, I wonder how long it's going to take me to teach him the new-fangled, high-tech machines??
*There was the x-mas when I was 11 and a relative's husband attempted to murder her when he shot her in the back as she was running to the neighbor's house for help.
*Then there was the x-mas when I was 15 and I went outside after opening our presents, to take my dog her gift, only to find her frozen stiff in her doghouse. That was a particularly crappy holiday.
*And of course there were the countless x-mas' when my husband's step-mother went off the deep end and needed to be committed after one of her many, many, holiday breakdowns.
Dealing with a manic depressive under normal circumstances and non-holiday times is bad enough, but throw in the holiday and it's worse!! If you've never had to do it, you can't even begin to appreciate what I'm talking about.
*And this year, well, the holiday goblins struck again...
I was paying bills earlier in the week and actually paid off our credit card. I should've known better as I was just setting myself up.
Christmas day, we were watching "A Christmas Story" and at one point I commented on the old fashioned washing machine in their kitchen. You know the kind with the rollers you had to feed the clothing through to wring out the excess water? I had said, "ah, those were the good old days", as I remembered helping my grandmother do laundry when I was a child, and she used that type of machine. To a small child, it was great fun. That comment apparently was the straw that broke the Christmas-camel's back this year.
When we got home that evening, I put a load of towels in the washer. Now I admit, both the washer AND dryer have had a bit of a death rattle for the past couple of weeks. But that evening, my washer succumbed to it's ailment and died an agonizing death, leaving me with a washer full of wet towels. I was reduced to wringing the towels out by hand, wishing I had the wringer from that old fashioned washer available to remove the excess water. By the time I was done, my hands hurt and felt like they were going to start bleeding they were so rough. How on earth did the pioneer women manage to wash laundry on a scrub board in the creek??
While the dryer is still working, it's death rattle is getting worse.
I could call a repairman, and it might be something simple to fix on both, but considering they were both cheap models when we bought them, the combined repairs would probably cost as much as what I had paid for one of them, or more. So I went out Sunday morning and purchased a new washer and dryer. I splurged and went for the gusto, getting a front-loader. Only one other machine on display had a larger capacity, so I can now stuff those dog blankets in there and get'm clean! Unfortunately, they won't be delivered 'til Thursday evening, so hopefully we won't run out of clean underwear in the meantime. Although my boss said if we turn the dirty ones inside out, we can get another five days out of them. yuck!
These new machines practically require a college education to figure out how to use them, and I dread having to figure them out.
The really bad part is it took me the better part of 23 years to teach John how to wash some of his own laundry using a basic washing machine, I wonder how long it's going to take me to teach him the new-fangled, high-tech machines??
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Some Christmas Memories
Several years ago in the wee, wee hours of Christmas morning, the husband and I snuck over to the home of a couple of our friends and hoped we wouldn't be mistaken for burglars as we tip-toed around in the new fallen snow, trying to hide in the shadows. My friend's husband would never let her decorate for the holidays, not even allowing her to put up a tree or hang lights. I was saddened by his "bah-humbug" attitude and decided to try and cheer her up. We took a small artificial tree, complete with lights and ornaments and set it up on their back deck. The only place to plug it in already had landscape lights plugged in, so I had no choice but to unplug the landscape, and when I did, the cover on the outlet slammed shut with a bang. As the outlet was on the exterior wall of their bedroom, I was sure the noise would have woken them up and we'd be caught, so this caused us to pick up the pace and high-tail it out of there fearing the police would show up at any moment. The squeaking noise our shoes made on the snow-covered steps of the deck seemed amplified in our haste to escape, but I'm sure it was just our imaginations. As it turned out, no one was disturbed by our antics, and when I got a delighted phone call from my friend later that morning, I knew it had been worth it.
Five or six years ago, our friends across the street from us had asked me to come over and take their photograph of them in front of their Christmas tree, as they were dressed up in their finery, preparing to go out to a holiday party. While taking their picture, I was struck with an idea.
After I knew they had gone, I snuck back over to their house (I have a key) toting two long strands of gold colored garland and I don't recall what else. As I worked to pose the family dog and cat in front of the tree, I draped garland over them and attempted to make it look like they'd been into mischief. The cat was less than cooperative and ran off, but the dog was a willing cohort. I took her picture , cleaned up my mess and made good my escape without them knowing I'd been there, ran home and wrote a poem, framed it and presented it to them at Christmas. Surprisingly, they haven't taken away my key-privileges yet.
The husband and I are prepared to make what we hope will be another memorable moment again this Christmas for one family. I'll let you know how it goes next week.
Five or six years ago, our friends across the street from us had asked me to come over and take their photograph of them in front of their Christmas tree, as they were dressed up in their finery, preparing to go out to a holiday party. While taking their picture, I was struck with an idea.
After I knew they had gone, I snuck back over to their house (I have a key) toting two long strands of gold colored garland and I don't recall what else. As I worked to pose the family dog and cat in front of the tree, I draped garland over them and attempted to make it look like they'd been into mischief. The cat was less than cooperative and ran off, but the dog was a willing cohort. I took her picture , cleaned up my mess and made good my escape without them knowing I'd been there, ran home and wrote a poem, framed it and presented it to them at Christmas. Surprisingly, they haven't taken away my key-privileges yet.
The husband and I are prepared to make what we hope will be another memorable moment again this Christmas for one family. I'll let you know how it goes next week.
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Home Sweet Hovel
As I look around at the hovel I like to call home, I marvel at the amount of dust that has collected along the baseboards in the hallway in the form of small tumbleweeds. Didn't I just push the broom along the floor a day or so ago? Yes, yes I did. It's simply amazing how fast they seem to find their way out of the garbage can and back to the baseboards, taking on a life of their own, swirling around whenever a door is opened/closed, or whenever someone walks past.
And then I see the ropes gently swaying from the ceiling, attached to the wall or some other object. What started out as mere whisps of cobwebs have accumulated so much dust, they can now only be defined as ropes. Then my gaze quickly flits past the dining room table, guilt filling me if I allow my gaze to linger too long at the piles of stuff that have accumulated there over the years. Apparently it's all important stuff, although I'm not sure how. On the few occasions I've thrown something that was obviously useless into the garbage, my husband rails at me a few days later, demanding to know why I can't leave his stuff alone, that candy wrapper I tossed out had an important piece of information on it that he needed.
Is it any wonder I stopped cleaning years ago?
Okay, so dust and dirt are a large part of what makes up our hovel, er, I mean home.
A couple of weeks ago while at riding lessons, I was waiting for my instructor to show up and I grabbed a broom and started knocking down ropes of dirt from doorways and inside the tack room. I couldn't stand it anymore, but then I realized I was fighting a losing battle and only succeeded in stirring up dust which caused sneezing. I had to laugh at myself, why is it I can't stand dirt in someone else's home, or BARN for that matter, yet my own dust and dirt don't bother me at all? Simply put, because it's my dirt, accumulated by me, the husband and fur-babies over several years.
Then I look at the holes in the drywall, especially the large dinner-plate sized hole by the front door, the bent door-frame in the living room, the chewed-up baseboards, ripped carpeting and peeling linoleum. The Home Makeover people could have a field-day with my house! Yes, these things are embarrassing to look at, more embarrassing to have others see, and yet, we let them be. I used to attempt fixing the drywall holes, 'til they started getting so big they were beyond the scope of what I was capable or repairing. And besides, the dog(s) will just tear it up again, so why bother?
At this point, many people would say, "it's time to find that dog (those dogs) a new home and fix up your house". Yeah, I suppose we could do that, but then what would I have? A like-new home, clean, shiny surfaces and places to sit without getting covered in dog hair or drool, and a place we would be miserable in. Yes, I said miserable.
My house may be a dirty, messy hovel that looks like it's about to fall down around me, but it's filled with warm bodies that wiggle with happiness when I come home, tongues wagging and eyes sparkling as I work my way past the furry, slobberly crowd. They get excited when I mention the simple phrase "go out?". I love when they pause for a moment to rest their head on my chest as they walk past me sitting in the recliner and sigh in contentment before going to lie down. I feel safe and secure in my hovel. I love the life force that lives within, and this is what makes our house: Home Sweet Home!
And then I see the ropes gently swaying from the ceiling, attached to the wall or some other object. What started out as mere whisps of cobwebs have accumulated so much dust, they can now only be defined as ropes. Then my gaze quickly flits past the dining room table, guilt filling me if I allow my gaze to linger too long at the piles of stuff that have accumulated there over the years. Apparently it's all important stuff, although I'm not sure how. On the few occasions I've thrown something that was obviously useless into the garbage, my husband rails at me a few days later, demanding to know why I can't leave his stuff alone, that candy wrapper I tossed out had an important piece of information on it that he needed.
Is it any wonder I stopped cleaning years ago?
Okay, so dust and dirt are a large part of what makes up our hovel, er, I mean home.
A couple of weeks ago while at riding lessons, I was waiting for my instructor to show up and I grabbed a broom and started knocking down ropes of dirt from doorways and inside the tack room. I couldn't stand it anymore, but then I realized I was fighting a losing battle and only succeeded in stirring up dust which caused sneezing. I had to laugh at myself, why is it I can't stand dirt in someone else's home, or BARN for that matter, yet my own dust and dirt don't bother me at all? Simply put, because it's my dirt, accumulated by me, the husband and fur-babies over several years.
Then I look at the holes in the drywall, especially the large dinner-plate sized hole by the front door, the bent door-frame in the living room, the chewed-up baseboards, ripped carpeting and peeling linoleum. The Home Makeover people could have a field-day with my house! Yes, these things are embarrassing to look at, more embarrassing to have others see, and yet, we let them be. I used to attempt fixing the drywall holes, 'til they started getting so big they were beyond the scope of what I was capable or repairing. And besides, the dog(s) will just tear it up again, so why bother?
At this point, many people would say, "it's time to find that dog (those dogs) a new home and fix up your house". Yeah, I suppose we could do that, but then what would I have? A like-new home, clean, shiny surfaces and places to sit without getting covered in dog hair or drool, and a place we would be miserable in. Yes, I said miserable.
My house may be a dirty, messy hovel that looks like it's about to fall down around me, but it's filled with warm bodies that wiggle with happiness when I come home, tongues wagging and eyes sparkling as I work my way past the furry, slobberly crowd. They get excited when I mention the simple phrase "go out?". I love when they pause for a moment to rest their head on my chest as they walk past me sitting in the recliner and sigh in contentment before going to lie down. I feel safe and secure in my hovel. I love the life force that lives within, and this is what makes our house: Home Sweet Home!
A Christmas Miracle?
A Christmas miracle, or just a coincidence? You decide...
I was working on our annual Christmas letter yesterday, addressing envelopes and checking off on my rolodex who I was sending to. With the ever rising cost of postage, our mailing list is getting a little shorter every year. As I scrolled through the list of family and friends, I came across a name that always makes me smile, my friend "Cookie".
Cookie and I used to work together in our former lives. She's the kind of person I'd normally like to slap for being so cheerful and bubbly all the time, but of course I never would, as I truly enjoyed being around her. I was sad when she left me alone at that former job, but we kept in touch over the years.
When I started working at my current job, we were both super excited because initially, I was working less than 2 blocks from her and we felt we'd now see each other more often, grabbing the occasional lunch together. Despite the best of intentions, those lunch dates never happened, and we saw less and less of each other. For those of you that know me, you know how busy I am, and Cookie was a single mother struggling to raise 2 daughters. Cookie eventually left that job and I lost track of her for a couple of years as she bounced around jobs and moved a couple of times. About three years ago, I was more than thrilled to learn she'd taken a new job here in town that kept her very busy, and I once again had her mailing address. We still didn't see each other very often, but it was at least comforting to know where I could find her if I needed a dose of her bubbly cheerfulness.
Several months ago, one of the town's busy-bodies called me up demanding to know how she could get in touch with my friend. I suggested calling Cookie's place of employement but was informed by Busy-body that Cookie no longer worked there and had moved. I was bummed by Busy-body's news, as I'd once again lost track of my friend.
So as I worked on my mailing list yesterday, a moment of wistfulness passed over me as I realized I didn't have Cookie's current address. I mentally wished her well wherever she was.
This morning, I stopped at the Wal-mart here in town before coming into work, to grab a couple of items I'd forgotten at the store last night. As I was going through the check-out lane, I suddenly hear a bubbly "Hey Pitawoman!" I turned to look and sure enough, it was Cookie, smiling brightly as usual.
We chatted for several minutes, and I was delighted to find that she was once again living back in her old apartment, I knew exactly where to find her. Cookie is once again on my mailing list.
I just love those occasions when you think of someone you haven't thought of in ages, and then out of the blue, they appear.
Merry Christmas!!!!
I was working on our annual Christmas letter yesterday, addressing envelopes and checking off on my rolodex who I was sending to. With the ever rising cost of postage, our mailing list is getting a little shorter every year. As I scrolled through the list of family and friends, I came across a name that always makes me smile, my friend "Cookie".
Cookie and I used to work together in our former lives. She's the kind of person I'd normally like to slap for being so cheerful and bubbly all the time, but of course I never would, as I truly enjoyed being around her. I was sad when she left me alone at that former job, but we kept in touch over the years.
When I started working at my current job, we were both super excited because initially, I was working less than 2 blocks from her and we felt we'd now see each other more often, grabbing the occasional lunch together. Despite the best of intentions, those lunch dates never happened, and we saw less and less of each other. For those of you that know me, you know how busy I am, and Cookie was a single mother struggling to raise 2 daughters. Cookie eventually left that job and I lost track of her for a couple of years as she bounced around jobs and moved a couple of times. About three years ago, I was more than thrilled to learn she'd taken a new job here in town that kept her very busy, and I once again had her mailing address. We still didn't see each other very often, but it was at least comforting to know where I could find her if I needed a dose of her bubbly cheerfulness.
Several months ago, one of the town's busy-bodies called me up demanding to know how she could get in touch with my friend. I suggested calling Cookie's place of employement but was informed by Busy-body that Cookie no longer worked there and had moved. I was bummed by Busy-body's news, as I'd once again lost track of my friend.
So as I worked on my mailing list yesterday, a moment of wistfulness passed over me as I realized I didn't have Cookie's current address. I mentally wished her well wherever she was.
This morning, I stopped at the Wal-mart here in town before coming into work, to grab a couple of items I'd forgotten at the store last night. As I was going through the check-out lane, I suddenly hear a bubbly "Hey Pitawoman!" I turned to look and sure enough, it was Cookie, smiling brightly as usual.
We chatted for several minutes, and I was delighted to find that she was once again living back in her old apartment, I knew exactly where to find her. Cookie is once again on my mailing list.
I just love those occasions when you think of someone you haven't thought of in ages, and then out of the blue, they appear.
Merry Christmas!!!!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Pudge & Eliott
2 down, 1 to go.
For those of you that don't know what that means, allow me to enlighten you: we are now down to 1 cat. I took Pudge to the vet on 11/29 to have her put down. She was 18+ years old, had lost a lot of weight (and as she was a small cat to begin with, she really couldn't afford to lose much) even though her appetite had remained strong, had long since stopped grooming herself and her coat was in awful condition. I tried to keep her brushed, but the undercoat kept matting, and she would throw a hissy-fit the entire time. And she would cry and cry throughout the night, often keeping me awake, or waking me from a deep sleep and making it impossible to go back to sleep. She was no longer a happy kitty, so I felt it was time.
I picked up her cremated remains this morning and this evening she will join BJ (our first cat), Smokey & Kelsey (our first two danes) on the shelf. R.I.P. Pudgey.
This now leaves us with just one kitty. While he too is 18+ years old, he seems to be in remarkably good health, so I imagine he'll be with us for a while. I look forward to the day when my home is cat-free.
Today is Eliott's birthday. Happy 7th Birthday, sweet baby boy!!
I worry about him though, he has always had a hitch in his giddyup (a weakness in his hindquarters), ever since he was a youngster, but it's getting noticeably worse, and he's fallen a few times lately. Oddly enough, he does better when he runs, as he propels himself using his hind legs together as one, but walking is more difficult, especially in the house. While I don't see an immediate concern for him, I fear his time will come sooner than later just because of his growing disability. It makes me sad just thinking about it.
Tuesday, December 07, 2010
Did you think I had died???
I know, I know, I've been away. It's been over a month since I last posted. Did you think I had died??
Lemme tell ya, there were times I think I would've welcomed death, if it had gotten me away from the madness called life.
To say that we have been busy at work would be an understatement. Swamped would be an understatement. Slammed is getting closer. And on top of being inundated with funeral after funeral, we started using a brand new software on November 1st that I was basically clueless about how to use because the recorded classes we had to listen to prior to that were absolutely useless. Useless I say. I took some of the courses multiple times. They were of no help. There were a lot of days worked way beyond quitting time. Needless to say, I've been a bit stressed lately. All that in addition to everyday life.
Okay, so it's been over a month since I last posted, but it's been even longer since I last posted pix. I only just got our photos from our vacation back in October downloaded and other events.
This was 10/16 at the Diabetes Walk. The guy dressed up as Buddy-Bat wasn't the same one we had met at the Hospice Walk, not nearly as friendly. :(
Our October vacation took us to the Smoky Mountains. Olivia made herself right at home in the hotel. The staff was very accommodating and we enjoyed our stay.
We drove over to Cherokee, NC one afternoon. Never saw any bears, but did come across this big guy grazing just off the side of the road. And NO, that isn't either one of us standing there, we're not THAT stupid!
The scenery was beautiful, I would love to live in the mountains.
Thanksgiving week came and went. We spent the Sunday before with my family. T-giving day the husband spent it with his family while I stayed far away. ;)
That morning, John, Livvie and I did a 5k in the rain. Fortunately, the temps were in the 60s, so it was tolerable getting wet. While he went to see his family, I spent the afternoon at the farm, and that evening, I took Olivia to the nursing home for a visit, and despite having her tail run over by a man in a wheelchair, she behaved beautifully.
We were on vacation again last week. A much needed vacation, but not much enjoyed, I still had to go in and work on Tues. & Weds., then was down in my back the rest of the week. Some vacation, huh?
Last Monday though, John and I helped out with testing some new members (2 & 4-legged) for our pet therapy group. The little bitty black poodle on the far end is the one that usually goes on nursing home visits with Olivia, talk about extreme opposites!! But they make a cute couple and get along well.
Winter doesn't officially start 'til 12/21, but this past weekend, you'd never know it was still a few weeks away. Saturday morning, we were blanketed with about an inch and a half of snow. We don't normally get this kind of snow this early in the season, but I liked it just the same.
That afternoon at the farm, I caught this picture of the mini, Judge, "kissing" his biggest, bestest friend, Crazy. They really have become best-buds over the past couple of months, and can frequently be found grooming one another.
Lemme tell ya, there were times I think I would've welcomed death, if it had gotten me away from the madness called life.
To say that we have been busy at work would be an understatement. Swamped would be an understatement. Slammed is getting closer. And on top of being inundated with funeral after funeral, we started using a brand new software on November 1st that I was basically clueless about how to use because the recorded classes we had to listen to prior to that were absolutely useless. Useless I say. I took some of the courses multiple times. They were of no help. There were a lot of days worked way beyond quitting time. Needless to say, I've been a bit stressed lately. All that in addition to everyday life.
Okay, so it's been over a month since I last posted, but it's been even longer since I last posted pix. I only just got our photos from our vacation back in October downloaded and other events.
This was 10/16 at the Diabetes Walk. The guy dressed up as Buddy-Bat wasn't the same one we had met at the Hospice Walk, not nearly as friendly. :(
Our October vacation took us to the Smoky Mountains. Olivia made herself right at home in the hotel. The staff was very accommodating and we enjoyed our stay.
We drove over to Cherokee, NC one afternoon. Never saw any bears, but did come across this big guy grazing just off the side of the road. And NO, that isn't either one of us standing there, we're not THAT stupid!
The scenery was beautiful, I would love to live in the mountains.
Thanksgiving week came and went. We spent the Sunday before with my family. T-giving day the husband spent it with his family while I stayed far away. ;)
That morning, John, Livvie and I did a 5k in the rain. Fortunately, the temps were in the 60s, so it was tolerable getting wet. While he went to see his family, I spent the afternoon at the farm, and that evening, I took Olivia to the nursing home for a visit, and despite having her tail run over by a man in a wheelchair, she behaved beautifully.
We were on vacation again last week. A much needed vacation, but not much enjoyed, I still had to go in and work on Tues. & Weds., then was down in my back the rest of the week. Some vacation, huh?
Last Monday though, John and I helped out with testing some new members (2 & 4-legged) for our pet therapy group. The little bitty black poodle on the far end is the one that usually goes on nursing home visits with Olivia, talk about extreme opposites!! But they make a cute couple and get along well.
Winter doesn't officially start 'til 12/21, but this past weekend, you'd never know it was still a few weeks away. Saturday morning, we were blanketed with about an inch and a half of snow. We don't normally get this kind of snow this early in the season, but I liked it just the same.
We had signed up for the annual Teddy Bear walk, and a few others showed up for the event despite the snow (and at times, sleet) that was coming down on us, but it was officially cancelled. Regardless, several of us got out and played in it. Livvie was dressed up in her winter coat and a hood. The hood kept falling down over her eyes, but she just kept going along as if it didn't bother her.
That afternoon at the farm, I caught this picture of the mini, Judge, "kissing" his biggest, bestest friend, Crazy. They really have become best-buds over the past couple of months, and can frequently be found grooming one another.
Ain't love grand??
The couple of days I was down in my back, gave me time to catch up on my UFC watching. I record the fights every time they are on, but haven't had much time to catch up on my viewing. At least my many hours of MMA-viewing helped take my mind off the pain. This past Saturday evening the fights were on live, the season finale of The Ultimate Fighter. I liked both finalists, but was pulling for one slightly more than the other and I'm delighted to say he won. However, I was extremely disappointed with both coaches and the UFC president.
Normally, whenever there is one of these season finales, both coaches are present to congragulate the winner after it's over, regardless of whether it was a fighter from their team of not. As it turned out, both fighters were from the same team, so I felt at the very least, I mean the VERY LEAST, their coach should've been present. I lost a shred of respect for the man that night. And as for the president, in the past after these fights, he comes into the octagon, congratulates the winner, presents him with the trophy, usually the keys to a new vehicle, an expensive watch, and something else, but this time, he basically handed the winner a trophy and then turned and walked out. I felt so bad for that young man who had just fought his heart out, it was like nobody gave a damn about him. I even felt bad for the loser. They normally interview the loser afterwards as well, but nothing, not one word to him. WTF??? Was everyone too busy that night to take a few moments to honor these competitors that gave their all? There is a payperview fight this coming Saturday between the coaches of the opposing teams for the title belt in the welterweight division. I've always liked both of these fighters very much, and was torn between which one to cheer for in the upcoming fight, and was slightly leaning towards GSP, but after his lack of appearance at the finale, I'm now throwing my cheers of support against his competitor in their upcoming fight. Go KOSCHECK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
18 days 'til Christmas!!!
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