Valentines Blues

I know Valentines Day was 3 weeks ago, but I am a little behind with posting about our events. This year for Valentines day, I wanted to do something a little different. I feel like I have been on Bruce's case a lot about getting things finished up with his schooling so that we can move on. I had to do my best to show him that I still love him.


So I did the 12 days of Valentines. I gave him a small present for 12 days in February, and each day I wrote him an original love poem. I hid the poem and present somewhere in the house, and wrote a 4 line poem on an index card that gave him a clue as to where to find the valentine. I placed the index card on his pillow before I left for school so that he would find it when I was already gone. By the end of 12 days, I was pretty much out of rhymes and I'm glad Valentines day is early in the month. Not that I wouldn't write Bruce a love poem everyday, I just thought that my poems started to get more and more silly as we got closer and closer to Valentines Day. These small gifts ranged anywhere from a singing Valentines card, to a fancy pen, to homemade sugar cookies, to small chocolates, and homemade peanut butter cups.

In return, Bruce got me tickets to a St. Louis Blues hockey game. (Hence the title of the post.) The man who sang "Oh Canada" and "The Star Spangled Banner" probably had the most amazing voice I have ever heard. Another man's job was to play short songs on the organ during timeouts or breaks. I wouldn't mind having that job; of course I would have to practice a lot more.
I love watching hockey. It always amazes me that not only can these people stand up on ice skates, but they can skate in every direction at any given time, turn around on a dime, and stay on their skates when someone slams into them. The Blues played the Toronto Maple leafs and won 4-0.

Our seats were almost at the very top, but at least we could see the entire ice rink. There were only a couple of really lame fights, but otherwise the excitement of scoring goals and the atmosphere topped off the experience. The Zamboni machine is so much fun to watch. It reminded me of when my dad and I would ride the Portland city bus to a minor league hockey game. Every time we saw the Zamboni machine, my dad would sing this song by the Gear Daddies at the top of his lungs.

Well I went down to the local arena
Asked to see the manager man
He came from his office, said, "Son can I help you?"
I looked at him and said, "Yes you can..."

I want to Drive the Zamboni...hey
I want to Drive the Zamboni...Yes I do!

Now ever since I was young it's been my dream
That I might drive a Zamboni machine
I'd get the ice just as slick as could be
And all the kids would look up to me

I want to drive the Zamboni...hey
I want to drive the Zamboni...Yes I do!

Now the manager said, "Son, I know it looks keen
But that right there is one expensive machine
And I've got Smokey who's been driving for years."
About that time I broke down in tears.

Cause I want to drive the Zamboni...hey
I want to drive the Zamboni...Yes I do!

That weekend we also spent some time in the temple. It was a great!