The monkey beat them all

So much for expert hockey analysis:

Maggie's Picks

Maggie the Macaque is guaranteed to beat the TSN's hockey experts in this year's playoff predictions. She's currently 9-5, and not even Bob McKenzie (7-7) can catch her now.

For those that don't know, Maggie spins a wheel for each playoff series to pick a winner. The fact that she picked Carolina and Edmonton in the final, while the experts picked the exact opposite cliched it for her.

What does this mean? Is hockey really that unpredictable or is this just a really smart monkey?

That girl knows how to get my goat...

One skill Jade seems to have picked up on is to identify the things that bother me and throw them in my face (said very lightheartedly). It seems her natural female personality is coming through (said again, very lightheartedly)!

My Mother (of all people) during the 2nd round of the playoffs taught her to say "Go Sabres Go!" (I've already had a sit-down discussion with my Mother to discuss where her desire to corrupt her own grandaughter is coming from.) Jade noticed that saying this to me would cause me to go a lovely shade of crimson, turn all wide-eyed and yell "Go SENS go!". We'd go back and forth for 5 minutes, with me geting more and more animated. She'd just laugh at me more. I thought she would forget the whole thing after that initial day, but apparently our conflict left a lasting impression on her since she still will start up with that evil chant.

In order to effectively continue this story, I have to admit something about Jade. She likes bannisters. A lot. Kind of how women talk about liking laundry machines. Say no more. I try to block it out when I can. She somehow realizes that I'm not keen on her doing it.

That being said, this morning after breakfast we were joking around a bit and I guess she decided to try and get me going and went to her favourite place at the bannister and started her 'activities'. Not only that but she was saying 'It's time to get my jollies, I'm getting my jollies!' (I did NOT teach her that!!)

So while she's doing this, I'm rocking back in forth in the corner, telling myself "Everything is going to be ok, I can get a shotgun and a lock for her bedroom door for when she's 6". I guess she figured that I wasn't reacting strong enough to her taunts, because while she's still being 'intimate' with the bannister she decided to up the ante with a resounding chant of "Go Sabres Go!".

Damn you, Mother.