We won our game last night. In fact, it was a bit of a rout. The final score was 6-0, though James skated as fast as his little legs would carry him to try to score our customary 7th goal before the buzzer. I finally had a goal, thank god. My stats are horrible this season in the co-ed league. I think playing in the women's league is softening me. That and the fact that I never have time to get on the ice when it's not for a game these days.

I have very little to report today. I didn't get home from the game until 1am last night, bypassing the offer by my fellow Pasadena players to hit the local IHOP. As much as I would have absolutely LOVED to do that, I had to get up in the morning to go to work and wanted to get to sleep. I was also at the doctor's the other day where I was weighed and horrified to see the amount of weight I have gained since the summer. I think much of it came from sitting on the couch at my mom's over the holidays doing nothing but watching old episodes of Law and Order and eating cookies. I'm sure much of the other weight gain can at least partially be attributed to the weekly run to IHOP to eat pancakes and fatty sausages at 1am right before bed. Sigh. I shall miss you, IHOP.