Is Nothing Sacred to Some of the Washington Capitals Fans?


You may all feel free to call me a “cry baby”, a “sissy”, a “wuss”, a “softie”, or any term (some I can’t type here) that describes my not-so-happy feelings about some of the Washington Capitals fans today. I’ve been a fan for at least 30 years and I was getting all fired-up, like everyone else, so when they were knocked out of the playoffs in round 1 last night, it wasn’t a great day for me. I went to sleep convinced that the head coach was a “mental midget” compared to the brilliant strategist that is the Montreal Canadiens head coach.

However, there is nothing that can be done about it and today is another day. The NHL season still continues and there is still more hockey for the hockey-lovers like me. I will have to “keep the faith” for another 82 games and hope the Washington Capitals get the chance at the cup again. I wrote a blog post on my hockey blog this morning. I have a positive attitude. I was happy to see Brooks Laich could at least make some hard work payoff at some point. I figured I’d root for the Montreal Canadiens to win the cup, because both Buffalo and Phoenix had been taken in the 1st round, along with the Capitals. Some team will win the cup this year. Hockey did not come to a sudden end because the Capitals did not make it any further along the playoffs.

What I got for my positive attitude was a pile of personal attacks from embittered Capitals fans who were so enraged with indignity about the fact that a team I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHATSOEVER tanked early in the playoffs. As a behaviorist, I know that most of those fans are simply getting out all of their frustration. I shouldn’t take it personally. It’s hard to do that however. Mostly because someone actually sent me an e-mail that said, “that brain tumor should have killed you – you stupid bitch stop spreading your capitals sunshine and now you think its a good idea to cheer for the team that beat your favorite team – your mother should have had an abortion.” I cut and pasted that straight out of my e-mail box.

So yes, I am a little baby who can’t take it and I will now go crying all the way home wee-wee-wee. That kind of stuff is just so far over the line that I will contemplate the removal of the my other blog for good. It is just a game and I am just a human.

Music will help me get past it – peace – mia (


A Medicine Mix-up Makes More Mispoken “Mords”


I had a bit of a problem earlier this morning. I was in D.C. at the very crack of dawn this morning. That meant that I needed to be awake around 3 A.M. and out the door no later that 4 A.M. That was a tough trick in the first place, but I managed to sling myself off of my couch and get myself into the car full of coffee (which I drank out of my “home game” coffee mug this morning hockey gods – so the Capitals should win tonight right?) and one my two daily medications. It was a D.C. morning for me today, because I had to do some public speaking on a particularly important topic. I only mention it’s importance, because the gravity of the situation I found myself in can only be truly appreciated if you have that information.

I don’t have an office in D.C., so I have to bring everything for work in and out of the city any time I am called upon to work in the nations capitals. No problem for me – I have one of those “wheelie bags” that some of the guys I know in law enforcement just love to make “old lady” and “lookout you young hooligans – grannies gonna whack you with her 150lb. purse on wheels if you don’t behave” sort of comments about. The “purse on wheels” comment is very special to me. There is one person who found out the hard way that this “old lady” can and will swing my “purse on wheels” and hit my intended target pretty quickly if needled enough (he’s fine and he at least learned to be several feet away from me when he give me a hard time). Anyway, when I barely crawled my hardly conscious body around this morning, long before the sun lit the Eastern sky, I grabbed the wrong pill bottle and put it in my “purse on wheels”.

When I do spend work time in D.C., I have an “assistant” who keeps me on schedule and well prepared for my presentations. He knows I don’t like to call him my “assistant”, but that word is in his title, so it is acceptable. I call him the “Chief of Saving Ass”, but it’s now just “CSA” for brevity. He earned that title the last time I was in D.C. and pulled a total stupid by taking the Green line to the Chinatown/Gallery Place stop. Guess what’s at that stop? You guessed it – the Verizon Center where the Washington Capitals play. It’s like rote for me at this point. My brain says to itself without me hearing, “Hey, I’m taking the Metro in to D.C., I must be going to see a Capitals game.” I should have driven to New Carrollton and taken the Orange line right to my intended location. What can I say – those darn Washington Capitals have conditioned me, like a salivating dog, to go to Greenbelt and take the Green Line to the Verizon Center whenever I get anywhere near D.C. – bastards! But, Chief Saving Ass came to my rescue in grand fashion that day.

My special “CSA” realized that I was not where I usually would be 1/2 hour before I needed to be in front of very busy people giving them an “A++” presentation. He also knew that I had a rough draft of my presentation on a shared drive, so he smartly ran around recklessly trying to get that rough draft uploaded on an available laptop. Then this brilliant individual set-up the laptop in the presentation room and started reading the notes I had sent via e-mail the night before. I was still correcting my “oh boy, oh boy, oh boy – going to see the CAPS – do-do-do” mistake of the day (can you say “one track mind?”) and was about 10 minutes away from my final destination when the VIP audience had filled the room and was ready to hear some well put together information.

Thanks to my great ass-saver, the faces in that room did not turn sour due to my hockey-related blunder. The transition between the “CSA” tactfully going over some key-points to be covered (using my notes) and my covert arrival and subsequent switching out of the laptop with the final presentation and the laptop with the rough draft, went so seamlessly, several people commented afterward that he and I really had our “acts together”. Well, I’m not ashamed to admit – that “act” was a one man show. He is the “CSA” all the way. Well, maybe not this morning – I have to give him the following temporary title today:  “Chief of Make Mia Almost Fall on Her Face, Unconscious”.

Before I get to that “travel” pill bottle I mentioned previously (you can probably see where I’m headed); I will tell you that I still think he is the “CSA”. I mean, if I can drive to Washington D.C. while practicing the presentation I’m going there to give in my head the entire way, and STILL mindlessly go the WRONG Metro station and get off at the WRONG stop because I’m addicted to Washington Capitals hockey – my “CSA” can make a mistake too! And he did this morning – we’re even I guess. I was getting everything prepared and noticed that I had brought the wrong medication with me, because I grabbed the wrong prescription bottle containing a VERY strong pain-killer. I had only taken this pain medication twice before, about a year ago, and didn’t take it again (I shouldn’t have even filled the prescription). It made me drool and talk to a blank wall for a while. After taking the second pill, it gave the “junkie itch” and I scratched some of the skin of off my arms. Oh, you better believe that’s a controlled substance. I’ll take most types of pain over being so druged-up that I fall backwards into a closet, landing on a pile of shoes, then basically “sleeping” exactly where I fall for several hours. NOT FOR ME thanks!

So, now you can probably guess what my blog title means huh? I do not take a lot of medication considering my health situation, but there is one medication I MUST take a certain time of day with food. I did not have that medication with me and the time was approaching to take my pill. I called my doctor and asked if he could assist me by calling the pharmacy that was right around the corner. That worked out great and all parties were more than glad to help me out, so my “CSA” diligently took the initiative to go to the pharmacy and get my medication. The standard catered, breakfast layout displayed nicely in the presentation room, so I got some 4-star, or better, food in me in preparation for my medication.

I will give you the specifics of how the “switch” happened later, for now, all you need to know is that I took the pill that my “CSA” put in my hand just as I was walking to the front of the room to begin my presentation. Many people have a fear of public speaking, but for some reason, I have never really had difficulty when addressing any size group of people – thankfully. I started my talk and progressed through the first fifteen minutes of a forty-five minute presentation just fine. Then I started to feel flushed and got increasingly warmer as the minutes went by. I realized I was just very slightly slurring my words, so I put more effort into enunciating properly. With about twenty minutes left, I gave everyone a bathroom and food break. That’s when the real fun began.

In my world of “Mia, we haven’t yet discovered what your underlying medical condition really is”, I am quite accustomed to odd symptoms that pop-up out of seemingly nowhere, for seemingly no reason. Nothing new there. I figured I was suffering some adverse reaction to being awake at 3 A.M. and a lack of proper sleep. I drank an entire bottle of water during the break in the hopes that would cool me down and wake me up. Then I headed back to my speaking spot, but I was shuffling my feet and feeling very “heavy”. After starting again and getting to about the ten minutes left mark, I was very glad there was a table near me, because it was either lean against the table or sit on the floor. Everything got about ten times harder to do and concentrating was barely an option. I’m the prideful sort who certainly felt that I should continue my fine standard of giving good presentations. The faces looking at me didn’t seem to show any indication that I was doing anything wrong or different, but I could tell something was not at all right. My “CSA” had returned to the room and was eyeing me very carefully with a very concerned look on his face.

I did struggle through the last five minutes of my talk, barely able to stand up (still, no one listening seemed at all affected). Just as I was getting to the last few sentences; a little voice inside of me was saying “you did it without falling on your face and kept it together for just long enough“.  And then I said, out loud, to my group, “Sometimes, it’s not MORDS you’re looking for in certain situations.” Well, I almost made it without any observable issues. Yes, “words” was what should have come out of mouth, but I very clearly, and with great emphasis said, “mords”. Upon the completion of my presentation, most of the group meandered to the food area again and mingled. I found the first available chair and was then informed by my “CSA” that he had given me the wrong pill. No sooner did he make his confession, a very, very, major player in the audience approached me and said, “I suppose my group has been missing the mark all this time because they were putting too much stock in the “MORDS”. I can only hope that he was saying that with some sense of levity.

My “CSA” was pulling double-assistant-duty this morning. He got a rush request from someone else and put the prescription he had just picked-up for me in my “purse on wheels” for a few minutes. When he returned to get my regular, daily pill and bring it to me, he assumed he had the right prescription bottle. I had no idea he had gone anywhere near my “purse on wheels”, so I trusted that he was giving me a pill from the bottle he had just gotten from the pharmacy. Instead, he gave me something that almost put me flat on my face.

I stayed in D.C. for a good portion of the day and worked on this post offline. I had to return to my detail office this afternoon, so I took a train. My car is having a sleep over in Greenbelt and I will have to work late this evening. I suppose it was all meant to happen. I’m not sure I could stand to watch the Washington Capitals play game 7 against the Montreal Canadiens. It’s a deciding game for my D.C. based Capitals and I may prefer finding out if they will be playing golf soon tomorrow.

Keep your eyes on your medication – those are very important MORDS – GO CAPS! – peace – mia – (

Much Love to Bret Michaels and Support the “Ear Candy”


Just a quick note to remind all the musical folks out there to send a positive sound vibe to Bret Michaels tonight. He’s run into some health issues and whether you’re a fan or not – he’s got the rock-n-roll spirit. Let’s put our musical love together and help lift his inner-rocker back to its recent glory.

Also, if you’re a Phoenix Coyotes fan, like the desert or just plain believe that any kid, any where should have a chance to play an instrument – then help out Ear Candy Charity. Arizona gets the least per person funding for education in the country. It’s the norm in the U.S. to cut funding for the arts first. These kids deserve as much chance to explore creativity they can get. Someone, somewhere has said “Music is the weapon of the future”. I chose mine and even wrote a song about it. What’s your weapon? If these kinds don’t touch or play with one – they will never know and this world will be a sad, sad place.

Share the musical love forever – Rock On Bret Michaels – peace – mia (

Revisiting the National Anthem “Booing” – Just for You Matt


Matt left comments about this post. Below is my response to those comments (which I do appreciate and I understand the point being made Matt)

I won’t change my story Matt, because there were people who did “boo” the Canadian National Anthem. One of them even e-mailed me to tell me that he “booed” in response to the Montreal fans who “booed” during the American National Anthem. It was a much more positive environment in the Verizon Center on Friday night than it was in Montreal previously. You are right about that and I agree. Good point. But, no less than three people who were at the game sent me e-mails and said that people around them were in fact booing during the Canadian National Anthem. Those people would not have made such a claim if it were not true. No Matt, it was not clearly audible like it was in Montreal – but it did happen.

Another reason I am keeping that post exactly as it stands is because there are some Montreal fans who visit the “musical” side of my blog and a few of them have e-mailed me to tell me that they only “booed” our National Anthem in order to throw the Capitals off their game. My blog post clearly states that NO ONE, ANYWHERE should “boo” during the performance of the any country’s National Anthem. This includes the Canadiens fans as well.

Also, when I checked my Facebook page on Saturday morning, there were folks who posted that they heard people around them “booing” the Canadian National Anthem and they were all at the game. I understand your point Matt and I get that the Washington Capitals fans were MUCH more positive than the Montreal fans – but in my world – if even one person “booed” – it is sad and makes me unhappy. When I mentioned that there are those of us out there who “would never “boo” the Canadian National Anthem”, I was referring to the MAJORITY of the Washington Capitals fans who DID NOT DO THAT.

Plus Matt, this is a personal blog where I am 100% free to express how I feel about EVEN ONE person who “booed” during the Canadian National Anthem. Obviously, I am also sending out my opinions directly to the Montreal fans who disrespected our “Star Spangled Banner” – quite loudly. Thanks for your comment and if I did not get confirmation from a fan who admitted he “booed” and a few folks with whom I work who sat near people who “booed”, I would absolutely change my story.

Love your hockey – respect the music – peace – mia (

Showing Respect for BOTH the Canadian and American National Anthems


I am stepping-up this morning to represent the NHL fans who WOULD NEVER BOO WHILE THE CANADIAN NATIONAL ANTHEM IS BEING SUNG! This particular issue goes far, far beyond the game of hockey and I do take it very seriously. To all the prideful Canadians out there – I’m sorry if your glorious National Anthem was booed before the Washington Capitals v. Montreal Canadiens game at the Verizon Center in Washington D.C. last night. Even if many your country’s passionate hockey fans booed our American National Anthem when the Capitals were up in Montreal for game 3 and 4; that is absolutely no excuse for Capitals fans to “boo” during your national anthem.

Both of our National Anthems are beautiful pieces of MUSIC and we have chosen these songs to represent our pride and belief in our countries. I do hope that the Washington Capitals wipe the floor with your Montreal Canadiens in game 6 on Monday night, but that’s what hockey fans do – we taunt and we have passion. I may not be Canadian by nationality (I was adopted, so I may have Canadian blood for all know), but I live, eat, sleep, poop, and bleed hockey just like you do up North. I am just as staunch a supporter of my Washington Capitals as you are of your Montreal Canadiens. BUT – none of us have any right to disrespect ANY National Anthem.

I know the all-mighty Lord Stanley’s Cup is at stake. I know we want to throw each other’s team off their game in whatever way we can. I know BOTH of our teams fill the Bell Centre and Verizon Center with red pride. I also know that Washington D.C. is my nation’s capital city and it hurts me as a music-lover, a hockey-lover and as a hard-working American citizen that the Capitals fans in Washington D.C. booed your Canadian National Anthem last night. I am not proud of those people and I do not condone that type of behavior. On behalf of those hockey-loving American nationals who wouldn’t do that to your country’s representative song – we want your hockey team to lose the series but we don’t ever want to “boo” music of any kind, especially a song that means as much to you Canadian nationals as our “Star Spangled Banner” means to us!

ALL hockey fans, of every nation, should remember that every NHL team has players from many different countries who have all united in harmony to win a silver bowl. I can’t speak for any other American, but I can at least state that I only care about who wins the hockey games – not what I can do to disrespect another country. It’s all about the hockey during the playoffs, but the music is important ALL year-long – 24/7/365.

SING PROUDLY NATIONAL ANTHEM SINGERS – they aren’t saying “boo” – they are saying “you”, as in “YOU ROCK!” – peace – mia – (



Well, I should have seen that coming “Brobes 214”. I know – a little TMI huh? Perhaps you could give me some advice on what should or should not be in this blog? No usual sarcasm this time either. I’m serious. You have a job to do and so do I – I’m thinking we’re on the same side here. Still, I will be more aware of information and quickly edit as necessary. I gotta be me though – if you catch my drift.

Don’t worry everyone – this confusing sort of post won’t happen again. Just sending a shout-out to a commenter.

ROCK ON USA – peace – Mia (

It’s a Matter of Trust


Well, I had to check with some folks before I posted this on both of my blogs. And here it is – over the last two months, there have been inquiries and comments via e-mail regarding certain subjects I have covered in my blogs. A number of e-mails have called into question the events in my life that seem “incredulous” and downright unbelievable. Yup, I make this stuff up just for S’s and G’s. That makes sense – considering I have a Public Trust national security clearance.

Let’s look at this logically – everything I put in my blogs goes out to the world. Anyone with access to the internet could conceivably read what I post. One of the reasons it is taking a while to get my archives up is because there are some things that have had to be edited. The reasons for the editing has nothing to do with me wishing to hide something (have you read some of the information I will share here??? – maybe you should). I have a responsibility to protect certain people and myself. That is not at all easy in terms of my personal blogging habits. I’ve had to make some compromises I’m not thrilled about in order to keep blogging and maintain my clearance – but the show must go on – ya know.

There has been mention by people who know me or have some knowledge of me that I have “not told the truth” about my children. Yes, I have mentioned that I do not have children on several occasions in a few of the incarnations of my blogs. However, I have never posted that I “never had children”. The “twin” dolphins tattooed on my chest mean something very important to me. People who lose children handle that in different ways. I have not been untruthful – I simply chose to keep the death of my twin boys to myself in my blogs – until now.

Also, I need to make very clear that I cannot give out any information about the contracts on which I work. Anything I can mention, has already been mentioned and is contained in one or both of my blogs. I also would very much like to put an end to the e-mails I recently received regarding my “hockey” contract. NO IT IS NOT THE WASHINGTON CAPITALS. Even if I did not have a public trust position, I would feel very strongly about maintaining my promise of confidentiality with regard to this particular contract. The only one piece of information I can give out to the ever-curious e-mailers is this – it is not an NHL team, but it is affiliated with one. However, I am independent and I am not personally affiliated with any NHL team in the slightest way whatsoever.

One other topic I’d like to address briefly – a “public trust” clearance is not a “low” clearance. It is not an easy clearance to obtain. I’m not calling anyone out, but one of my blog posts was linked to a discussion board. On that discussion board, there was a lot of speculation and bad information within a particular thread. I am compelled to pull a “coach Boudreau” and ask that people try to be very sure about what kind of advice they are giving and what kind of “facts” they are imparting on the internet. It is important to get it right.

Here’s why – more and more these days, the average person gets news and information from the internet. It is the “new media” (which isn’t so new anymore actually). A lot of what is out here in this big old web of pixels in undocumented, unchecked and unmoderated. Much of it cannot be considered real or factual. The discussion board thread that contained a link to my blog concerns me greatly. A person had asked advice about the chances of obtaining a “public trust clearance” to work for the DOD and was concerned because he was forced to declare bankruptcy a few years back after being hit by truck and losing a lot of money in medical expenses and lawyers fees. It took a long time for him to receive settlement money. That’s a pretty crappy situation and it is all-to-often the case that people who are victims of something tragic like that are forced to file bankruptcy before any sort of financial restitution can be obtained, if at all.

The thread was just bursting with terrible advice and just plain incorrect information. The poor person who asked a legitimate question got everything BUT the facts. First, if at any time you are required to go through a PSI (personal security investigation), do not freak out. Just tell the truth – even if it is not good or you feel embarrassed. The truth shall set you free – literally. Bankruptcy does not preclude from a clearance. If you went bankrupt betting on horses and binge drinking at work – you are not going to get a clearance. Just be truthful and specific about your circumstances. Please do not stop looking at job opportunities simply because you have some feeling that bankruptcy will keep you from getting a good job with a clearance.

Second, anyone out there who has some feeling that a “public trust” position with a corresponding clearance is a “low” clearance that is “easy” to get should keep one tiny little fact in mind. The President of your United States of America holds a public trust position with a corresponding clearance. People with public trust positions also have an associated classification that is probably in one of these three categories:  classified, secret or top-secret (it’s nonyabusiness what my level is – so stop asking). It’s not really that simple, depending at which department of the government you hold a position or what your specific duties are, but the term “public trust” is basically synonymous with the term “INTEGRITY” and that is neither “low”, nor is it “easy”.

And for the folks who e-mailed me with the many, many ways in which I can see or listen to CAPS games – THANKS!!! I did say I needed to be in bed 8:30 p.m. didn’t I? Yeah – too late – I’m already addicted to the Washington Capitals, so I’m not getting enough sleep. As if I could actually stay away from all of that red, hockey goodness. I’m very glad to see that the Capitals have started to find the “playoff” in them and perhaps they can get a bit of rest after they put Montreal to bed for the year tomorrow night. ROCK ON CAPS!!!

Go Caps! Thanks for all the e-mails from both sides of my blog – Good luck to all the Bon Jovi opening band contestants – peace – mia (