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You Give Us ABBA and I Raise You A LMFAO – Viktor

8 May

OK – SRSLY – I am so watching Tampa Bay now. Where have you been – Mr. Under the Radar.

I’m in love AGAIN! But that’s OK. It happens all the time. Y’all are used to it by now. With the hunt for Lord Stanley in full swing the rest of the World has this going on.

Look closely for the dancing ping pong players circling in the background. There are better things I can think of doing with those balls boys – just sayin’ if I was there.

Why can’t this get spread out … like over summer when there is a HUGE DROUGHT OF NOTHINGNESS going on?

Somewhere is Sweden there is a hotel packed to the gills with this hot mess happening (link). Varför kan inte detta vara mig på Viktor Hedmans knä?

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I Love Twitter – Episode 74

17 Feb

I actually said, “Baby Jesus in the manger.” when I saw this.

For the record, Gator is fine. She saw this last night and didn’t even mention it.  In fact, no one mentioned it. I thought we were friends, you guys!!!

And Karl too, of course.  These two are so freaking precious.

Here’s Zac’s story [link, video] and how you can support his fight against cancer.

Peer pressure, I’m so weak!

13 Feb

Deb asked us this:

And while the answer is technically no (do-overs don’t count, all girls agree), I think it’s okay if Claude Giroux intrudes on someone else’s day of the week.  Who’s with me?  (Admit it, the dark side has more power!)  Now quick, before Chuck changes the password and I lose posting privileges…

STOP! Stop it!  Okay, don’t.

The other guy is Martin St. Pierre, signed by Columbus and playing for the AHL Springfield Falcons.  They’re hometown pals.  Girls, pack your bags.

Sunshine, t-shirt weather… ugh.  Hockey is the only good thing about winter.

Jeeeeeeeeez. Subjects notwithstanding, these photos are gorgeous.  The website is a little NSFW because of some swimsuit and art photos, and I didn’t see these photos there.  WUYS blessings upon whoever found them, and thanks to Deb!

Starry-Eyed

31 Jan

When Mr. Pants and I boarded our flight in Houston on Saturday, I had NO idea there would be individual TVs on the plane.  Then I saw the All-Star Game Skills Competition was on.  I may have screamed.  One swipe of the AMEX later, I was sitting an inch from the screen with a huge smile on my face.

Mr. Pants: “What are you so happy about?”

Obviously he doesn’t share my pain in missing a week of hockey and the ASG Draft, or as we prefer to think of it, The WUYS Bachelor Auction.  I’m sure it was great.  And I saw they put Letang in the front row because even he can only get away with tripping once.

The Elimination Shootout started as we reached cruising altitude.  Stamkos stepped up… and the pilot came on the PA talking about miles programs and tail winds and how, if you looked out the right side, you could see a chicken in Mississippi riding a bicycle.  He talked the ENTIRE TIME!   We almost had an incident with Homeland Security.  Plus the seatbelt sign was on forever and I really had to pee.

During the post-win interview, I lost it and said, “Stop touching him, Pierre!” really loud.  Unless Pierre has scissors, though it doesn’t look like he’d know how to cut hair.

Hands off the merchandise, Troll.

Also, it’s not easy to watch Nealmobile do Accuracy Shooting when it’s illegal for me to scream, run around or throw things.  As I watch back through the coverage, the ASG never fails to be a highlight of the season.  It brainwashes me into a maniac who thinks things like:

Red heads in pink shirts?  Sure, why not!  Too bad no one could straighten it out before shooting.  Unless Giroux’s going to tear it off, it shouldn’t be stretched like that.  My inner publicist cringes.  (Note: That plaid jacket still needs to go. Along with Neal’s. Were they on sale in Ontario at some point?)

Carey Price is funny.  And charming.  I didn’t think this could get worse.

Scott Hartnell + the Sedins = my nightmare.  Except it’s fantastic.

And some things’s don’t surprise.  Henrik Lundqvist puts everyone to shame, in every category.

If you didn’t think Patrick Kane would steal the show then you must be new around here.

My tights are underneath.

As always, the awkward prom photos.  Everyone is cringing about talking to fathers and having to

See you at the prom party, Segs.

Logan can pick us up in his new car.

 What did you guys think?  No Crosby, Toews, Green, Backstrom, zero Staals.  Still everything you hoped for?  And share your favorite bits, because I probably missed them!

Because I Can

7 Jan

It’s times like this I think Chuck wishes I didn’t have the password for this site.

Nicky’s got a snazzy new fansite [nicklasbackstrom.com] – thanks to Gemma Fagan for the heads-up.  I obviously haven’t made it past the homepage.  I may never.

Your Daily Swede

21 Dec

I love this picture so much that I have to post it.  It sums up everything about last night and how much fun Gator & I always have at Caps games, especially when they win.

Nicky was First Star with a goal and an assist.  Ovi scored, Sasha Fierce scored, Troy Brouwer scored.  The Mike Knuble 1,000th game tribute was fantastic, although seeing everyone with 22 on their backs during warm up was making it hard for me to focus.  Congratulations all around.

I know a lot of you were there – we have to do a pre-game happy hour one of these days.

The Nashstache

11 Nov

Movember claims another victim.  Chuck’s not going to be happy with me.

But I didn’t make Rick Nash do this.  The camo jersey… since it’s a tribute to Veteran’s Day we’ll declare it okay for the day.  It’s the stache.   Ricky looks like he’s wondering just how much barbed wire he needs to keep you Pinko-Commie-Liberals out of that bunker he dug in the holler.

Maybe it’s better without the camo, right?  WRONG.  See how scared Tazer looks?  He’s signalling you with his eyes – “Help me.  Yes, you.”  Even though in this photo Rick looks more fit to sing ’50s rock about whitewall tires and rollerskating diner waitresses.

A reminder from very lucky WUYS friend Brittany (@blettany) of what Rick Nash usually looks like:

You are SO jealous.

We love Thanksgiving and fall and buying winter coats, but we’re now officially ready for November to be over.  Dear Santa, please bring us anything you want as long as it is clean-shaven or has a full beard.  We promise to be very good (until the All Star break).