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Awesome. The dents and bangs and dings are what give it character and a storied history. What other trophy has seen so much as our Stanley?

Yup, I sat through the Amway presentation once because I didn't know what was coming. My roommate's parents had gotten her into it and she had to bring in so many new prospects according to the "system" or she wasn't following it. I said I'd give it a listen, just to help her out. Freaky. I'm really not keen on the Red Wings being associated with them, but I guess everyone needs a cash cow. Now if they can get 5 other teams to agree to the branding, and those teams get 5 teams...

Oh, yes. If there is no one else to do it, I dive in. The only things I can't make myself do is car washes where you drive through, and climbing ladders. I would include making appointments over the phone, but I have to. I just procrastinate. The person below me believes that what comes around, goes around.

Summer despite the fact that I hate heat and there's no hockey ... oh, heck, winter, even with the shoveling. Shoveling or mowing?

Oxy, like any other drug, has its uses, and some people need it. Like any other drug, directions must be followed, particularly dosing and avoiding alcohol. I don't know that drugs were the case in these last two. Only Boogaard's death was linked to oxy as far as I know. At any rate, I agree with Working Overtime in hoping that this will help other players. Perhaps if it is being talked about, someone might get the help they need and we won't have to wake up to another loss. Condolences to the Belak family and their friends.

Oh, yeah, and I could have made it to the NHL if my skates hadn't been white and had TOE PICKS, and if they hadn't put me in a dang tutu.

Not only would I have been the second woman to play in the NHL (3 if you count Sid<--in before someone else) but I would also have answered the question posed long ago on this Forum as to whether or not a morbidly obese person could be an effective goaltender by simply taking up all of the space in the net.

There are quite a few that I refer to as "my friend _______" rather than "this chick/guy I know online", so I guess that's a yes. The person below me would run naked down the street to save the life of a stranger.

I could have made it to the NHL if I had been a child living in Canada to a father who was a high school athlete and supported my wish at age three to be a professional goalie when I grew up. Oh, wait, all of that was true. What stopped me? I could have made it to the NHL had I not been a GIRL, which forced me from hockey into figure skating as girls were not allowed to play hockey in the little town in which we lived. Nor could I play in the towns to which we later moved as they had no hockey programs. But the first few years were favourable.

I do bring my lunch, especially now that I'm on a no-chew diet. The person below me now wonders what Dawn's other daughter is named since she mentioned only the oldest.

I would kiss Henrik Zetterberg in exchange for a used toilet brush. The person below me will now explain to the assembled why they named their child(ren)/pet(s)/vehicle(s) (choose all that apply) with the names they gave them.

Yep. My bf. He was very open about his criminal record before we started going out, so what I found matched what he had said. The person below me is irritated with someone.

Hmm... should have used "I Guess That's Why They Call It the Blues". Change the words a little... I guess that's why they call us the Blues. Time and again, we do nothing but lose. Diving like chickens, lose to the others, Whine to officials like they're our mothers, And I guess that's why they call us the Blues. Or something. That was just off the top of my head and it really wasn't very good.

They map it out on a computer then, when the corn is still short, put flags marking where they will have the trails, then they knock down the corn where the trails are and the rest is left to grow. Then they have the aliens take a picture from the mothership. Serious on the first part. Not sayin' on the second.

Pretty much everyone. The person below me wonders why some people like them.

Thingamajig. I'm allergic to doodads. Doohickeys are a different story, however. I've never figured that out. Thermometers: Oral, in the ear, on the skin, or the other ones?

Not quite, but I do pluck. The person below me has life insurance.

Reason, no matter how flimsy. Plain chocolate ice cream or chocolate with something in it? (Talk about a win/win!)

Of course! It doesn't count much as help otherwise. The person below me scrapbooks.

If they are coming to my house, they probably already have my number, but if they didn't, I'd make sure they have it because of the goofy East and West streets going in a circle. Paper, scissors, or rock?

XL in St. Paul has been a treat both times I've been there. Nice people. No problem getting down for pre-game pics. Good time. I'll be going there again in October! Can't wait! Have fun with the Nucks!

I hope not. It was good in its era, but anything that makes a comeback does not do so with accuracy. Disco or rap?

Yes. The person below me has travel plans in their future.

Moo, Loo. Jockstraps or chinstraps?

Nope, it's just me and Stevie. I'm on the edge of the city, and the places I have to go are at night or to the other outer edge of the city. The only "public transport" that would go where and when I need to is a taxi, which would be a waste of time and fuel to send them to get me and then take me where I need to go. The person below me likes pudding.