“‘Life’s too short’ is repeated often enough to be a cliché, but this time it’s true. You don’t have enough time to be both happy and mediocre. It’s not just pointless, it’s painful. Instead of wondering when your next vacation is, maybe you ought to set up a life you don’t need to escape from.” - Seth Godin
You know, I like Matt Cooke. I cheered for him when he was a Canuck, and I want him to do well in the league.
With that said, he more than deserves the suspension that was just handed to him: Cooke won’t be playing for the rest of the regular season, nor will he see the ice during the first round of the playoffs.
Kid needs to get his head on straight. Enough of the flying elbows and cheap shots.
A condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
Going to visit my Grandma in the hospital tonight. She’s been there for nearly six weeks now. And when I say ‘there’ I really mean she’s been carted around to four different hospitals because there is some strike going on, so she gets shipped wherever the doctors happen to be when she needs surgery.
She’s heard nothing but bad news for her entire stay. Whenever something looks up, there’s immediately another something that is heading downhill. My heart hurts for her so much. She’s such a lively little bugger, and to see her so down and out, looking pale on a hospital bed that appears to be consuming her is the absolute worst.
I’m going to go teach myself a couple jokes now in hopes of cheering her up when I get there.