I am sure some people will be getting sick of these posts, but I still get quite excited when LatteGirl has these ice skating events.  Every event (so far) is bigger and more special than the last.  I guess I will stick on this course for about a year (so let me apologize in advance), and then once these get into re-runs, it won’t be such a big deal.

But I feel bad that I cannot attend this one.  LatteGirl and TheWife have headed off on their own o Lake Placid.  This is not really all that much different than the event she went to in Yonkers.  Except it is bigger, with far more competitors from all over the country.  

So they are there, and I am here.  I will be missing today’s competition due to firewall issues, but tomorrow I will get to watch her skate via Webcast (Yes, this event has a webcast that they sell tickets to).  So, at least I will get to see it even if I can’t be there in person, but I still really wish I could have made the trip.  Of course somebody has to pay for all these excursions… so I will try to enjoy it as best I can via the Webcast.

There are definitely some benefits to leaving me behind.  I have been such the nervous one since she started competing.  She has managed to be as cool as can be.  So far, she has manged to avoid picking up my nervousness, but if I was around, it would probably only be a matter of time until she decided that if I was so nervous, that perhaps she SHOULD be, and I don’t want that to happen.

Of course, I can try and console my “poor me” factor (and after the expense of this trip, I really mean POOR me), with the fact that I have the house to myself for a day and half (they come home on Sunday).  Well, only me and the dogs, and fortunately they are not talking.  (Oh, please lord don’t turn this into a Bush’s baked beans commercial on me).  So perhaps I will drown my “sorrows” by stopping for a micro-brew or six, order in  some sort of greasy foodthing in and pretend like this was my plan all along and this is how I really wanted it to be.  Yeah, that sounds good.  And besides, I will see her tomorrow… even if it is on a webcast.

This past weekend marked four years since my father passed away.  As is typical (since we are closer) after visiting the masaoleum, my mother and aunt came back to the house for dinner.

LatteGirl was not much in the mood for eating and after querying her to what was wrong, she bemoaned the fact of how much she missed Poppie.  My mom gave her a hug, and while stating that she missed him too, that if LatteGirl wanted to know what Poppie would do or say to just look at me, since I was just like him.

While I don’t completely agree with that assesment, and still don’t believe I can hold a candle to my father, I don’t think there is a better compliment I could ever receive.