A hockey mom whose child has chosen the position of goalie. She watches the game from a different perspective than anyone else. Her child can have the game of his life, but the team still loose, and he could be blamed for the loss, even though he kept 54 shots out of the net and they lost 0-1. She usually sits by herself, holding her breath or madly chewing gum during games. She chooses her vehicle based on whether or not it will fit the goalie gear and all the others that need rides to practice. Somehow masters sports psychology, and try's to temper the superstitions that come along with the position. Makes sure the held superstitions are met, as to not interfere with the psychology.
Other mom: Do you have a kid on the team?
Goalie mom: Yes.
Other mom: Mine is number 4 Goalie mom: Mine is the goalie
Other mom: Ooooh, so you're the goalie mom.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2million.