September 29, 2015

Am I supposed to be somewhere on Wednesday?

I was scrolling through Instagram yesterday when a picture of my favorite almost-one year old came up. I double tapped, the red heart appeared, and I scrolled down to read the comments. “Can’t wait to see you guys next Wednesday!” from a young Cyclones fan.

Next Wednesday?
What’s happening next Wednesday?
Am I supposed to be somewhere on Wednesday?
That’s October 7.

I checked my planner, nothing.

October 7?

It clicked.

Ah, yes. October. In October my planner goes out the window and the only schedule that seems to matter for the next eight months resides at Turns out the Cyclones kick off their preseason on October 7. Who knew? #badhockeywife

So ready or not, here we go.

Those of you who know me well enough by now have inferred that I am the later. As in, not ready. Those of you who didn’t pick up on that, you need to grab a cup of coffee and start here.

Before I delve into all of the (totally legitimate and not selfabsorbedwoeismehockeywifecrazy) reasons why I am never ever ready for hockey, let’s catch up.

How are you? Fabulous. Us? We’re doing okay too.

It’s been about a year since I last posted here and we’ve got a lot of ground to cover. I’m a big girl now, with a big girl job, so for today, I am going to give you the cliff notes version:

Work is good. Oil prices go up and everyone is happy, oil prices go down and I put my head down and hope I don’t lose my job. You know, the usual when you work for an oil company. Working from home is … well I don’t really know how to describe it. It’s amazeballs but it is also far more challenging than I thought it would be. I have definitely honed my time management skills over the past year.  

Linden started first grade – he is learning to read and is obsessed with math. The Sabres held “evaluations” (Read: try-outs. Because I feel like this is an honest place where we can just call them try-outs even though the organization explicitly said “not try-outs” to avoid parents putting “undue” pressure on their kids) in August and Linden was placed on the top Mite team. His coaches have some legit hockey experience and it’s an entirely new group of kids (Read: parents) so I’m hoping for another great season. He’s been taking power skating lessons every week for a year and holy $&*#, worth every penny. I am really looking forward to watching him school that kid from Norse this season (did I not tell you about that little … ? Okay, next post!)

Calder is … Calder. He is full of piss and vinegar and while he drives me batshit crazy, I wouldn’t change him for the world. He’s talking up a storm now – mostly about excavators, hockey, and Paw Patrol. He turns THREE in December. THREE. If I wasn’t barely treading water as it is, I would say it is time for a third.

We adopted a puppy almost a year ago. They told us he was a German Shepherd/Golden Retriever mix so we named him Rig (yes, like Big Rig) thinking he would be a badass tank. Turns out he’s more Sheltie, less Big Rig. He’s a disappointment but we love him. (Kidding, mostly). We also adopted a kitten, his name is Grey. I have buyer’s remorse.

Oh, and we bought a house. I guess we just couldn’t hack apartment-living anymore and figured it costs about as much to rent as it does to own so why not bite the bullet? We LOVE our home and we are all so happy to be here. Our plan is to rent it out when hockey inevitably requires us to move. Yay income property, boo slumlord life.

And last but certainly not least … Cameron is busy, busy, busy with hockey, hockey, hockey and he loves every minute of it. It’s been wonderful to watch him learn and grow and above all else, love what he does every day. He is invested and he is passionate and that is something.

As all things do in The Life of Me, it all comes back to hockey … which starts next week. Next Wednesday. October 7. (I am reminding you as much as I am reminding myself). You can buy tickets here.

Don’t get me wrong – I am so looking forward to the excitement of hockey games, feeling like I am, in some way, a part of something special, and watching my boys as they watch their daddy with eyes full of pride. I live for the little moments when Cam finds us in the stands and sneaks in a quick wave and the boys go nuts. It’s all the other stuff that comes with hockey season that I am just not ready to deal with.

“Hockey season” is a lot different for me now that Cam isn’t playing. Simply put, coaching is a lot more demanding of his time. It’s also year-round. I don’t know why but I wasn’t totally prepared for that last season – of course it would be different, right? It took me nearly the entire year to adjust to him being gone so much. I did my best to be strong and adapt and carry it all by myself without complaint but there were certainly times when I cracked.

During the hockey season I spend an awful lot of time at home with the boys, sans backup. Drop-offs and pick-ups and hockey practices and hockey games and breakfast and homework and power skating lessons and dinners and field trips and tummy aches and bedtimes and doctor appointments and everything else that goes into raising happy, healthy, well-adjusted little men falls squarely on yours truly.

It’s not a burden – I love these nuggets and am grateful that I have the freedom to be there for them be present for all of their kidthings – but sometimes it feels like one and I can’t help but resent the fact that I didn’t sign up to do this alone.

You might say that after eight years, it should all be second nature but it isn’t. Every season comes with anticipation and excitement and challenges and curve balls. The best I can do is hope that every season is better than the last – and that this season will make all the chaos worth it when it ends with a Championship. #GOCYCLONES

September 11, 2014


As I stood at the end of a lengthy Starbucks line, a cute little pumpkin near the register caught my eye. “Huh. Cute pumpkin,” I thought. “Wait. Could it be true? Is it back? Is the Pumpkin Spice Latte back?”

Indeed it is.

I was thrilled for about as long as it took for the barista to whip one up and pass it my way, because then it hit me:

Fall is here. Summer is over. And I feel like I have very little to show for it.

In my head I had these grandiose plans and all the time in the world to execute them. This summer wouldn't be like summers in the past - where by the time we settled into life stateside, it was only a matter of weeks before I was digging out the hockey bags again - no, this summer would be different!

Mmm, nope. I failed to do nearly every single thing I swore I would do. 

We did, however, settle into our new (after hockey) life. 

I found my footing at work again. I fell back in love with the insanity that is the oil and gas industry, and made a handful of trips to the Slope. No polar bears, one kickass wolverine, some ratchet looking caribou, and at least five pounds of Slope food on my Kardashian-esque derrière. I thank God that I love what I do and that I am able to call my co-workers close friends, because work is about all I found time to do. The highlight of my summer was going from brunette to blonde to brunette again, which is just so indicative of this particular summer. 

Cam had surgery to repair his torn meniscus (remember that injury that took place in f-ing December?), enrolled in his final course for his business degree, and took on two coaching jobs. Though we have also had to bear the weight of some pretty heavy stuff this summer, it has been a joy to watch Cam find his happy in both his personal and professional life. The past two hockey seasons took a lot out of him, mentally and physically, and he really took one for the team (ours and his) and hung in there when he had every reason to bail. My Big Rig is back and that makes my heart happy.

Linden got a game-used ball at his very first MLB game in Seattle (#gomariners) and took Grandpa Mike's Corvette for a test drive in Ocean Shores. He attended German and hockey camps, was his soccer team’s leading scorer (just ask, he’ll tell you all about it), and counted the days until kindergarten. He started kindergarten off with a bang - able to count beyond 100, recite and draw the alphabet, and his teacher referred to his dad as a "legend" on day one ... it suffices to say he is the teacher's pet.

Calder, well, did Calder things (like break his arm on the last day of our vacation). He started talking a few months ago, but refuses to say anything truly productive: basketball, baseball, balloon, and meow, mostly. You get the idea. But, I mean, who needs to say yes or no or please or thank you? For the birds, I tell ya.

We bought a couch and a bed and a desk and a chair and lots of little things that make a house feel like a home.

We settled into the new sort of chaos that is our new (after hockey) life.

I didn't do a lot of writing here because I lacked the time, energy, and frankly, desire. Just as I predicted, there was an inevitable shift in priorities and this place fell by the wayside.

In the words of my pal Kym: Whomp.

And that’s about it; my summer in a word. Oddly enough it is the same word I would use to describe the pumpkin spice latte. What a let down. That -ish was far better in my memories.

August 5, 2014

The Sisterhood

Stop by Huffington Post Canada today and check out this fantastic article written by The Gal's Got Game. Featuring Karen Moyer, Nicole Jennings, myself, and so many fabulous members of the Spouses in Sports family. Be sure to share it with your friends!

July 3, 2014

Flags for sale, get ‘em while they’re hot!

Well, German language camp, as nerdtastic as it sounds, was an absolute blast. I have never seen Linden so exhausted (or dirty) as he was at the end of each day; the kid even begged for us to pay the extra fee so he could stay late, with the kids whose parents worked.

I tried not to take that personally.

One of the things he enjoyed most about the camp was learning about different countries (there were also separate groups for Japanese, French, Russian, and Chinese). I’ll be honest; his favorite part was playing soccer every day during their breaks, hence the filthy clothes. But he did come home all jacked up on knowledge and, as a parent, knowledge is what I had hoped he would gain from the camp.

We have yarded that kid all around the world over the past five years, and if I had to pick the most precious of gifts our experiences abroad gave him it would be an appreciation for other cultures. He’s got it. He’s wonderfully fascinated by people and language and all things places-other-than-home.

And also … he got it from his mama, too.

I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t interested in absorbing anything and everything places-other-than-home. In middle school, I stumbled upon an atlas that contained pages upon pages of flags from around the world, statistics on population and size, and you-name-it-it-was-there. I spent countless hours thumbing through the pages of that book.

When Linden came home from camp rattling off (slightly incorrect) information about where these countries were located, my mom told him she would find an atlas for him and that she would help him find all of these places.

I was shocked to find him enthralled in the very same atlas that had been glued to my hands from roughly 1996 up until I discovered boys.

“Mom, can you help me find some paper and markers?” Sure, Bud.

Hours later, he had a stack of flags nearly an inch tall.

“Those are so cool, Linden! Can I take one to work?” Yeah, but it will cost you five dollars. “Sold!”

Ever our little business man, he asked to sell them at the end of our driveway, with lemonade. Unfortunately, we live in a very quiet, low-traffic neighborhood … in Alaska (where a sunny day is hard to find and cars won't stopping unless you’re selling guns or booze). So …

Flags for sale, get ‘em while they’re hot!

If you are interested in boosting little Linden’s ego, e-mail me, tweet me @hockeywife_22 or leave a comment below. I’ll need your order (state or country flags available) and your mailing address. Worldwide (free) shipping. You are welcome to pay for these masterpieces (whatever you see fit), but the goal is simply to encourage him and fuel his desire to learn more about the world in which we live. And also to keep him quiet while Calder is napping and Mommy is watching The Real Housewives of Orange County. 

When you order, I’ll be sure to tell Linden where you are from and we will learn a few fun facts about your neck of the woods.

Thank you to those of you who kindly placed orders this morning via Facebook and Instagram. I posted that photo with zero expectations and  ... well ... you ROCK!


June 26, 2014

Schießt ein Tor!

Did anyone else watch the USA v. Deutschland game this morning? Me too!
Little Lindybug here spent the entire week shouting German cheers, but when I asked him who he was cheering for today he proudly said, "The USA, Mom! Duh!"

I brought a ton of random "Deutschland" stuff back home, with the thought that Linden might use some of it to decorate his room or for school projects or whatever. It's been in a box since we touched down in late-April, because truth be told, my love affair with Germany is on hiatus. But when the CEO of my company challenged us to dress in our red, white, and blue best today - as the USA took on Germany in the World Cup - I had to dig it all out.

Much to my chagrin, no awards were given to those with the most spirit. What a crock, right? 

(And just so you know, my fellow Americans, I may have been clad in loads of Deutschland attire for shits and giggles, but I wholeheartedly cheered for the U S of A.)

May 28, 2014

Rocket Mommy

Sometimes my husband is funny.

You can check out the video of Linden's "rocket" below. 

Please excuse the embarrassingly unorganized garage, I am still very much in the we-just-moved-five-years-of-crap-half-way-around-the-world-and-I-started-working-full-time-two-days-later trenches. Thank you.

Between you and me, I can't say with any confidence that he in fact "has a cannon at age 5" but he's pretty damn cute don't cha think? And after six and a half years of this roller coaster we call "hockey life" and two kids, my husband called me a "rocket" so I would like to take a moment to celebrate that.

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