Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
I had a messed up dream the other night. as always. This time I remembered. I was a replacement Chicago Blackhawk. If someone got injured, I would play in their place. So they didn't have to call anyone up from the minors. I remember I was Patrick Kane, and Niklas Hjalmarsson. Wouldn't that be great!?
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
I just finished watching Get Thrashed. It's a documentary about the history of Thrash Metal. It was pretty good. I'm kinda late to the thrash scene so it had a lot of info I didn't know. Thrash started in like '82-'83 when I was 4-5 years old so you can understand that I wasn't a metalhead back then. All I heard was Sharon, Lois and Bram or the country crap my Mom listened too. I got some CCR and stuff like that from my Dad, but it wasn't metal. I didn't get into metal til "One" by Metallica and even then, I wasn't INto it. I hadn't denounced everything else yet. (Sepultura did that for me) Of course, I got into the Big 4, had no idea about Exodus, Testament, Kreator, Death Angel, etc etc. I have heard of them before this but didn't really know the history or how they fit into it.
If you are into metal at all, I highly recommended this doc. Great music, great insight. It's different than Heavy Metal in Baghdad because it's not just about one band. It's not quite as good as Metal: A Headbanger's Journey, but better than that one Penelope Spheeris did. The Decline of Western Civilization 2: The Metal Years. I might even say it's better than Global Metal. The sequel to Headbanger's Journey.
I really dig documentaries on stuff I like. And I love metal.
Monday, December 14, 2009
I will officially be on holidays in just over 7.5 hours. 18 days off. With one exception. I have a double-time shift Dec 29. It's only one shift. and it's double time. So it's worth it. I'll have 3 days "to myself" this week. kinda 4. but I'll be sleeping most of one. I'll try to get all my Christmas shopping done Wednesday so Thursday and Friday I can relax. And by relax, I mean clean the house. I can't wait. Woo! (dripping with sarcasm) At least I can crank some tunes to keep me movin.
Also, the Olympic Torch is coming through Napanee in the morning. It's passing a block from our house. I'm gonna take the girls to see it. They don't know the significance of it, but it's something I can explain to them when they are older. It's a once in a lifetime experience. I still remember when Rick Hansen wheeled through and we went out see him and make a donation.
I watched The Union: The Business Behind Getting High last night. An excellent doc about the business of marijuana. It really showcases how stupid the war against marijuana is. Billions of dollars have been wasted try to enforce marijuana prohibition. It hasn't stopped anything. What it does, is make criminals out of innocent people, and fills prisons that run on our tax dollars. If pot was legalized and regulated similar to alcohol, instead of wasting tax dollars, it would generate tax dollars. The LCBO generates hundreds of millions of dollars for the province every year. Marijuana could do that too and ease the tax burden on the rest of us. Lower income taxes, scrap the HST crap, etc.
Marijuana is still a drug. Alcohol is a more dangerous drug. Nicotine is even more dangerous. Yet, MJ is the only one that is illegal. MJ has numerous health benefits. Look at how many people a year die from tobacco. Or drunk driving. Or prescription meds. Or caffeine overdose! ZERO people have died from marijuana. Not one death can be attributed to marijuana alone.
I am not condoning drug use. I wouldn't condone cigarettes or booze either. But really, if you are going to have a vice, marijuana is probably the "healthiest" choice. Don't get high and drive. That's just stupid. Or go to work high. etc.
I could go on and on about this, but really it would be best if you just watched the movie yourself. Think about it. It won't necessarily make you go out and start smoking pot but it should make you think. And open your mind a little. If alcohol was illegal (like it used to be), would you break the law?
Ever since they changed the hiring process at work, the new hires are becoming increasingly "questionable". To put it nicely. Nate and Adam's group wasn't bad but after that....
They're getting cocky. You're productivity is higher than mine? So what. I still make more money than you.
Lazy, lazy, lazy! Oh dear gawd, lazy! Taking shortcuts, not following procedure, more concern for numbers than actually doing it right. And who has to clean up the mess? Me. And the other people that should let them learn from their mistakes the hard way. Trouble is, most of the time they wouldn't be the ones getting burned by it. So we'd have to fix it anyway. Don't get me wrong, when I was new I made some mistakes too but it wasn't because I was being lazy. If anything, it was because I was trying to do (the right thing) too much.
The guy I am working with tonight is especially aggravating. I don't want to go into specifics because I don't want to get in trouble.
It seriously makes me wonder how these people made it through the process when I know at least a half dozen people that would be ten times better than some of these guys who haven't made it through.
Maybe idiocy is just drawn to me.
I wrote this in my notebook and now I will copy it to here.
Am I just a figment of my own imagination? Is any of this real? Not in a Matrix sense because that would mean I have a physical body. I mean more like a dream. Like my life is the recurring dream of some other entity. It is said that dreams don't last as long as they feel. What may seem like days is mere seconds. I believe that the human brain is capable of so much more. So it seems reasonable to me that the entirety of what I feel is my existence, is a small imagining of some entity's mind when it is not in what might be a conscious state. Of course, if I'm just a character in a dream, what I think isn't real anyway. Or is it?
But, what kind of mind would dream up a place like this anyway?
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
I took a littel time last night/this morning and found a quiet place. I set an alarm in case I fell asleep and I meditated. I did a relaxation meditation. I felt much better when I came out of it. I missed meditation class the last 2 weeks and I haven't been very good about practicing. I think I just needed to relax, chill out, center myself. I guess it worked. I feel much better today even though I didn't sleep well at all. I should get lots of sleep tomorrow so that will help too. And after tonight, only 10 shifts til holidays!!! That's a reason to smile!
I've been reading The Key to Theosophy by H.P. Blavatsky. It's really interesting stuff. It's formed as a question and answer explaining what Theosophy is basically. What their beliefs are and what not. Lots of stuff about Karma and re-incarnation. It holds many parallels with Buddhism. But it's not simple stuff. First of all, it was written in 1889 so the language is a little different. Plus, the concepts are quite complicated. So I really have to have my "head in the game" to comprehend it. My head is not in the game tonight. Problem is, the only other thing I have to read is writings by Aristotle! Even older writings and just as (if not more) complicated! So I am wasting the time away blogging about it.
I was going to start reading The Book of Negroes by Lawrence Hall on my next break but I don't think I am in the mood for that tonight either. I may just whip out my notebook and write down whatever comes to mind. Make notes about whatever music I am listening to. What I should do is meditate. I need it.
Friday, November 20, 2009
The last time I worked 7 shifts in a row I swore I wouldn't do it again. But where do I find myself this week? Ya, working every day. I worked Sunday, Monday and Tuesday nights. And Thurs-Sunday Days. You will notice that Wednesday is not listed. However, most of the Tuesday night shift happened on Wednesday. So it counts. Plus, I worked every possible shift I could.I could not have worked Wednesday day or night because it would make for a 24 stretch and you can't do that. What I am getting at is, I am tired. I have 2-plus shifts left and my legs are sore. Ugh.
Of the 2 shift trades I am doing this week to get myself into this mess, one is in the bank. So you can bet your bottom dollar, I am doing as little as possible that day. It's gonna be sweet.
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Al in pink shorts
Arise & Ruin landmine
Ryan hanging under park
Adrian playing bass in the street.
At least I have a reason for the scene of death. A landmine. The rest of it is still a mystery.
Monday, November 16, 2009
I had a pretty messed up dream this afternoon. I can't remember most of it (I jotted down the main points, just haven't got back to it) but at the end, I end up in a park. In this park, I come across a scene of death. The bodies of 4 out of 5 members of Arise & Ruin are laying in front of me. I scream " NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!" (Usually, I would wake up groaning at this point) Then I hear this high-pitched wail.scream. It sounded like Travis from Cattle Decapitation. When I find the source, it's Ryan, the lone surviving member of Arise & Ruin clinging to the bottom of the park. Apparently now the park is floating in the air. The scene was similar to Luke hanging from the antenna underneath Cloud City. I woke up at this point. Nature called, I wrote down some key points and got back in bed. I tried to get back into the same dream but it didn't happen. I'm interested to look at my notes later and try and remember the rest of it.
I am really trying to cut down on my swearing. I'm too casual with it. Plus, foul language is generally used in a negative manner. I don't need negativity. I need positive! So, I don't have a problem using the "F word" in a positive way. ie. That album is fuckin' awesome!
But really, just about any harmless word can be used in a negative way. Like frog. There is nothing wrong with the word frog. If I called someone a frog because they could jump far, that would be okay. If I called someone a frog because they were French, well, that would be negative. It's all in what you mean by it. How it's delivered.
It's just a matter of catching myself. If I stub my toe, instead of saying FUCK, I'll just say OUCH. Or my personal favourite, "FU-cryin' out loud!"
I've just gotten into such a habit of using bad words in my everyday speech. Not around kids, or most of my family. Especially at work. Plant mouth. It's just not necessary.
I've learned that the way you talk to people has a direct relation to how they respond to you. If you talk in a negative manner and/or use foul language, people in general, will be less receptive to what you are saying. If you can speak in an even tone, and use appropriate language, people will be much more likely to respond in a positive (or at least not negative) way.
So, yeah. I have been and will continue to make a concerted effort to revise my general manner of speech and tone to bring more positive into my world and the world around me.
So nevermind the title of my previous entry about speed-challenged elderly drivers. LOL
Yesterday, I laid Amelia down for a nap. She never naps for me. No matter what I try, it just doesn't happen. Anyway, when I laid her down she didn't put up much of a fuss. I thought I might be lucky. She was quiet for about a half hour. Whether she was sleeping or not is up for debate, but I am betting on "no". I heard her running around in her room so I went up to get her. She had taken off her pants and put a Pull-up over her diaper. No biggie. I brought her downstairs.
About an hour later Becky came home from work. The girls rush to the door to greet her. I hear her say something to the effect of "What's going on with your Pull-up?" I mumbled "yeah, I know" from the other room. When I get into the kitchen Becky is stripping Amelia's pull-up off. Well, I should say Pull-upS. As in 6 of them. What I thought was a pull-up over a diaper was in fact 6 pull-ups. How she got them all on is beyond me. I guess she was gearin' up for a pretty serious pee!!
Coming home from Kingston the other day, I got stuck behind this old lady driving agonizingly slow and it got me thinking. In general, the relationship between age and speed is inversely proportional. The older you get, the slower you drive. Shouldn't the relationship be directly proportional? The older you get, the faster you drive? For this reason, with "less time on the clock" why would you want to waste time travelling? Wouldn't want to get to your destination faster? So you could fit more in to what precious little time you have left? I know I won't be like that. I'll be 80 years old still listening to Slayer driving 100kph on Hwy 2. That is, if I'm still alive at 80. (2012 anyone?) Plus, 50 years from now, cars will drive themselves at bullet-train speeds while the passengers are experiencing whatever they please using Matrix-like virtual reality. All with inertial dampers so we don't feel acceleration, deceleration or cornering. Unless you wanted to. There would be a VR simulation for that. Everyone needs a dream, right!
Writing the above also got me thinking about gas mileage. In the US system, mileage is measured in mpg (miles per gallon) while in Canada it's L/100km ( litres per hundred kilometers). Wouldn't it be easier to use km/L? I mean, really, that's a really odd what to express a rate. For example, you would say " I can make 50 cookies per hour" not " It takes me 2 hours to make 100 cookies." I guess that's another reason we are called Crazy Canucks!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
I got the results from my second sleepover at the clinic. I had NO abnormal breathing incidents.NO abnormal limb movements. I woke up about a dozen times (only remember 1) and my sleep was disturbed 20 or so times. Both of those figures are no cause for concern. I did, however, snore 1710 times in 6 hours and 11 mins. Which works out to roughly 1 every 15 seconds. Their parameters for what qualifies as a snore must be different than mine. If I really snored that much, Becky would have kicked me out of bed long ago! He said that is actually below normal. My heart-rate was fine and my oxygen saturation was good too.
So basically, there is absolutely nothing wrong with my sleep.
I have mixed feelings about this. On one hand, great, I don't have a sleep disorder. On the other hand, why the hell am I still so tired!? I go see my family doctor in about 3 weeks. He might put me on a pill he prescribes to shift workers to help them get more restful sleep. I'll stay on the "happy pills" at least until I know that the sleeping pills work. I'd like to be on no prescriptions at all but I have to do what I have to do.
Wish me luck!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
I don't usually talk about my feelings and stuff. At least not in person. I am a little more forthcoming in type. I really hope that my 32nd year of existence goes better than my 31st. A lot of stuff happened while I was 30. Not all of it good. I became a person I didn't want to be. And I am just recently becoming more of a person I can live with. I still have a long way to go. I've made great strides in ridding myself of habits and attitudes that were dragging me down. Up til about February, whiskey had me in its grip and I thought nothing was wrong with me. I thought I was just tired. Looking back, I was in denial. Yes, I was tired (still am) but that was no excuse for being a jerk all the time. I had to wake up and realize that it's okay to get help. I don't have to be the big tough guy and do it all on my own. It's been a year of struggle. A year of looking into myself. A year of doctor's appoointments and trial and error. A year of distance and pain. A year of pessimism and disappointment. But that year is over and a new one begins.
My 32nd year will be a year of optimism. A year of peace. A year of self-discovery. A year of patience. A year of progress. A year of answers (well, hopefully I get at least one answer next week.Why is my sleep not restful?) A year of creativity. A year of confidence. A year of happiness and joy. This year is the first year of the rest of my life. I intend to make it a good one.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
You know those bacteria that feed on methane at the deep sea vents? Well, those puppies would be having a smorgasbord in my pants the last couple days. Whoooeeee!! I don't know what I ate but it's pungent. Maybe the Raisin Bran, All-Bran bars and Activia have something to with it? In any case, I wouldn't be surprised if Becky makes me sleep on the couch.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
My wife Rebecca is notoriously bad for not being able to wait til the actual occasion to give gifts. Birthdays, Christmas, whatever. This year she was so excited she gave me a gift almost a full week early. She said it was just a small one. In a way, she was right. It's a netbook! A mini-laptop! It's pretty bodacious. I think it's great. It was cheaper than an ebook reader and it does more than just display text. Duh. I'm mainly going to use it to watch movies Becky isn't interested in on my breaks at work and read the multitude of ebooks I have downloaded. Of course, I'll go on the internet too. It's got more storage than my desktop (80 vs 140GB) and because I am only using it for a few things, it's not going to get all clogged up with programs I don't use.
I need to put some Virus protection on it. I think I'll use Avast. It's free and I hear it's good. I also need to figure out why the wireless connectivity is giving me problems. I know it's something minor and I am just missing it. I should check the setting on the old laptop PC and match them up. I'll figure it out. In the meantime, I have to finish watching Underworld: Rise of the Lycans.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
I hate public washrooms. For a number of reasons.
a) Urinals. Most bathrooms don't have any sort of partition between urinals. Urination is a private thing for me. I don't want somebody advertently or inadvertently looking at my piece. I don't even want to mention splashback. Oops. I did.
b) Hygiene. Knowing that strangers have been in and out of that bathroom all day with their hands around their nether regions and then touching all the things I need to touch, is very unappealing.
c) Lack of sound proofing. I don't get disgusted by much. What I do get disgusted by is hearing other people poop.
d) The TP. To Whom It May Concern: You do realize that when it is 1-ply, people just use twice as much, don't you? So, do the right thing and put 2-ply in there.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
First one, there was a ghost of a small child, fully clothed in the bathtub. In the dream it scared the shit out of me and I actually hollered out. Woke Becky and myself up. Happens all the time.
I should have written this one down earlier. Now I can't remember the details. But my friend Eugene and I were being held captive in the basement of an old warehouse. I can't remember much more. I think we ended up killing our captors with their own weapons. Escaping and walking along Water St. in Napanee. There was a seriously messed up part but for the life of me I can't remember what it was.
Even if I kept a handheld recorder by the bed. I could relay the gist into that and write it down properly after. I always have the weirdest dreams. Most of the time I am being chased.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
We seem to be running into some bad luck with regards to our vehicles. A couple weeks ago, Becky and I were planning to go out. Dinner, movie, maybe some shopping. The one tire on the car had a slow leak and I forgot to pump it up that morning. I really should have. It hit that breaking point and when Becky took a corner on her way home, (we're guessing) it popped off the rim. She pulled over, called me and I came down with the compressor. No dice. When it's completely flat, those little compressors don't cut the mustard. Some teenagers stopped to give us a hand. I was totally able to do anything myself but I was already in my "nice clothes". They offered, have at 'er! We got the spare down from underneath. No prob. Let's take the flat off. Here's where the fun begins. Get it jacked up almost all the way, jack buckles, bends. Rendered completely useless. Kid runs to his house, brings back good jack. Jacked up. Can't get lugs off. Break tire iron. Other kid runs home and gets tire iron. It breaks too. I have my plug-in impact wrench by this point. It doesn't work either. Then it stops working altogether. Becky goes to buy better tire iron. Starts raining. Gets back. Still can't get the lugs off. Now, almost 2 hours later, we decide to pack it in. If we dally any longer, we won't be able to go on our "date". We take the van and the date is great. The next morning, I paid to have it towed. Tire gets remounted, tires rotated and hopefully properly torqued. Episode over.
Wednesday, Oct 14. The car won't start. Won't boost. Won't even try to turn over. Used a friend's CAA card and have it towed. It's still at the shop. Still not starting. Hasn't even been looked at yet. We'll see how this episode shakes down. Sometime.
Monday! Becky gets back from Wal-mart and says " The van door fell off." WHAT?! I look outside and yeah, it did. It's hanging all akimbo. ( I started this entry because I wanted to use the word, akimbo) The sliding door had come right out of the track. I had to leave for work like 5 minutes ago. I don't have time for this. I manage to get it back in the track but it won't close all the way. I'll try again when I get home. I hope I can fix it myself. We've been having problems with it so I guess it just hit the failure point. I really hope this doesn't turn into a big money thing. Who knows what's wrong with the car! The only thing that's not broken is the scooter. Well, now that I've said something......
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Monday. Thanksgiving. Pizza for supper.
Tuesday. Leftover pizza for lunch AND supper.
Wednesday. Leftover pizza for lunch.
Thursday. Pizza for lunch and pizza for supper.
Probably no pizza tommorrow but no guarantees.
It's not a beer belly, it's a pizza paunch!!
P.S. (added Friday) I had pizza last night around 9. and I am taking leftovers to work tonight. hahahaha
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday night usually sucks for TV. But last night was good! 2 out of the 3 shows we watched don't usually air on Friday nights so that's kind of a bummer. Hopefully we can fit them in on their usual night. Gotta look into that PVR! Okay, so here's the rundown.
Modern Family: Funny funny show. I love Al Bundy. I mean, Ed O'Neill. I think the highlite was when the homosexual couple was trying to tell the rest of the family that they adopted a baby. The son/brother is trying to break them in slowly but then the Lion King music starts playing and the partner comes out with the baby and holds him up like Simba! I think everyone should introduce babies that way. Come right out of the hospital room with "Circle of Life" playing. The other great part was when the Dad had a BB gun or something. I missed the set up, but he was pointing it a a kid with goggles on. Then he says "You're scared. I can't do it." I think the kid wanted him to. Then the daughter comes out and complains that her mom's not being fair about her having a boy over. The boy comes out right behind her and the dad accidentally triggers the BB gun and shoots him right in the neck! YES!! I still have a few years before I have to get my BB gun. Oh, and it had no laugh track. I HATE laugh tracks. HATE HATE HATE! I'll laugh when it's funny thanks. Do I thank Curb Your Enthusiasm? What that show the first to do that?
Cougartown: Never been a huge fan of Courtney Cox but I found the show pretty entertaining. It's very adult oriented. Bras, panties, insinuated blowjobs. It's way better than The New Adventures of Old Christine. Same premise, but Cougartown is way more edgy. I liked the part when she was talking to the divorced guy down the street and they are talking about how he can get younger girls and he says she can't attract younger men. Then a kid rides by on his bike (14-15 years old) and she says " Hey kid! POW!" and opens her housecoat at him. The kid dumps it into the back a car. People crashing their bikes into car because they are gawking at boobs will never get old for me. Oh, and it's better than Joey too.
Now Flashpoint is always on Fridays. I f*cking love this show. Hugh Dillon is awesome. It's filmed and based in, Toronto. Yay for Canadian television! The show is very intense. I am gravitating to it more than CSI type shows now because it's based on saving lives not catching killers. I still like the CSIs but I'm not as hooked as I used to be. I'd rather laugh on a nightly basis than go to bed thinking about murder. Becky and I haven't watch Law & Order: SVU (or any others) since we had kids. I know sickos are a reality, I don't need to be reminded. Anyway, back to Flashpoint. Last night's show was really good. It had the "Oh shit." moment, the explosive climax and the emotional ending. I'm not going to give away what happens because it's going to affect the show. If you want to know, I can tell you in private.
Tonight is Saturday. I am too old to stay up and watch SNL. Plus, I have to work in the morning. So choices are scarce. I might see if I can grab a copy of Adventureland on my way home. That should over before 10 and we can go to bed early. Yeah.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Becky and I were at a wedding recently. Friends of ours were also there. Him and Her. (names have been changed to protect the embarrased.) After dinner I went out to the car to get Becky's sweater. During this time the caterers came and asked what we wanted for dessert. When I got back desserts where being eaten. Pumpkin pie!! Yeehaw!!! Then, when the caterer came back around to collect the plates, she asked Her how many months along she was. Her thought it was an odd question coming from a total stranger that she hadn't spoken to that night. Her replied anyway stating however many months she is. (again, protecting the embarrased) And added, "How did you know I was pregnant?" The caterer said it was because she ordered 2 desserts. Her took it in stride and laughed. The caterer went on her way. Here's where we started laughing. The thing is, Her didn't order 2 desserts. Becky did! And Becky's not pregant! She ordered one for me! Can you imagine if she had asked Becky how many months she was! The caterer (somehow, Hello! Becky has PINK in her hair! and glasses. Her doesn't) got them mixed up and Her just happened to be pregnant! C'est drole, non?
It would have been very interesting to see how quickly the caterer back pedalled if she had asked Becky. But, knowing Becky she probably would have just rolled with it, gave her a month and waited til she left before "What the hell!?" She's polite like that.
I should have chosen a different moniker for Her. It makes the sentences sound weird. But it reminds me of how Grace used to talk and how Amelia talks now. So I'm not changing it.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Kind of a roller coaster week.
Monday and Tuesday weren't good. I was pretty much a bear. My mind was deluded by anger and selfishness. Instead of finding a constructive outlet (or better yet, recognizing the emotions and patiently accepting the situation) I lashed out at others. Not cool. I wasn't able to calm my mind before or during Buddhist Meditation class Tuesday night. Even after class I was still in a state of mental unrest. I didn't stay to chat with the others at all. I just wanted to go home.
Wednesday wasn't an angry day. Doesn't mean it was a good day either. Well, it was and it wasn't. I was feeling pretty down in the morning. Probably mostly due to the previous 2 days. I was going to a concert in Toronto that night and I was going to see friends I hadn't seen in a couple years. Sounds like a recipe for happy, doesn't it? I was actually worried that my sour mood was going to carry over and I wouldn't enjoy myself. Week 1 of Anger Solutions for Men helped me put some things into perspective and during the 2 hour drive to my friend's place I did a lot of thinking. My mood did turn around and I did enjoy myself. It was really nice to hang out with an old friend. The concert was pretty awesome too. Clutch rules.
Thursday I drank coffee and watched Die Hard 3 with Spencer, dropped him off at work and drove home. After that it was just a normal day.
Friday I saw the doctor. He changed my medication again. The last one knocked me out too hard. It helped me sleep but if I took the prescribed dose, I could sleep all day. I got my hair trimmed. Becky and I got groceries and had lunch. It was good. (He might have found the right meds. I feel pretty good since I started taking them.)
Saturday Becky took the wedding photos for a friend of hers. (Ours I guess. haha) Another friend of ours was singing at the wedding. So we all kind of went together. We sat together anyway. It was fun. Michelle and Bill helped us let go of the high school slowdance posture and dance like adults. (Stand up straight!) Every day is a learning day!
Sunday we went to Aunt Maureen's for a little birthday party for Gramma Hinch. 90! I tried to have a nap before I came into work but it wasn't really happening. Even when Becky got home and I went upstairs I still didn't nap. But I didn't let if bother me. It wasn't anybody's fault. No one was TRYING to keep me from resting. So why get angry? Then I went to work and that's just boring.
I went for an x-ray Monday morning. I hurt my finger back in August and it was still bothering me. So the Doc sent me for x-rays. I'll find out in a couple days. Not really much they can do anyway. I just hope that leaving it so long didn't do any other damage.
So I guess it wasn't really a roller coaster week. It didn't come back down. It was more of a turn around week. I might finally be heading in the right direction.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
This week I have a lot going on but not as physically demanding. I have an appt at 10:30, Meditation class at 7.
Tomorrow I have an Anger Solutions class at 2, then I leave for Toronto to see CLUTCH!!!!!!
Thursday I'll be driving home. Friday I have a doc appt.
Notice how there is not work in there? Shift trades. 2 to pay back in Sept, 3 in Oct and 2 in Nov. I think.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
I had quite the day today. I took the girls to swimming this morning. Then forgot the bag of towels and dry clothes. So I had to drive back into town to get them and drive back out. The girls did very well in swimming this year. Amelia passed Duck. Grace passed 3 levels, Sunfish, Crocodile and Whale (I think). They improved a lot. Then Amelia didn't want to get in her car seat and screamed almost all the way to the sitters. It was around this time I realized the tingle I felt above my lip was going to be a cold sore/impetigo. I usually get them both at the same time. I can feel the cold sore popping up on my lower lip now. So I stopped at the drug store to refill my script before heading to Kingston to buy a suit (see previous post). All my driving today was behind some idiot. At least that's what it felt like. When I got home, I paid some bills. That's fun. Watching over $2000 disappear. Try it for yourself! Or better yet, try it for me. YOU pay MY bills. Now THAT would be fun!
After my nap (work tonight) I didn't feel very well. It kind of fouled my mood. So when Amelia dumped her spaghetti on the floor so she could put her doodle pad on it, I had a moment and dumped her doodle pad on the floor. At least I didn't yell. One step at a time.
I did get to ride the scooter to work. No rain! I did almost get hit by a transport. My exact words were " Thank for movin' over, Fuckwad!" With my luck it will be raining by morning.
So yeah, a week before I am in a wedding and I am getting sores all over my mouth. Awesome! Other people suck at driving. Awesome! The roadrash on my knee keeps opening up and oozing. Awesome! The Blue Jays keep on losing. Awesome! Ok, I'm getting carried away now. Back to the positive. I got to ride the scooter in!
I bought a suit today. First time since 1998. So I didn't know my shirt size or my jacket size. Which wouldn't have been the same as 11 years ago.(16.5 and 42 Short, respectively. Smaller now, if you can believe it.) I went to 5 different stores looking for something in my price range. All the ones I could find in my range sucked. So I went a little higher. I didn't want to spend much considering how often I wear them. But I didn't want a "cheap suit". I went with a plain black. The ones with subtle pinstripes were nice but I wanted a simple one for now.
So the jacket fit nice and all that. The pants were right around the waist. But they were way long. I overheard the guy telling someone else that all the pants come with a 36 inch inseam. Here's where it gets interesting. My suit is a 42 Short. The short is for people 5'9" or shorter. Who in the world is 5'9" or shorter, with a 36" inseam. Seriously? They would be all leg. Not so bad on a lady, but not a man. I'm 5'8" and they pants came down to my toes. And I think I am pretty well proportioned. Why wouldn't they make it at least a 32" and then if they get a leggy freak, they could switch out the pants? I don't get it. Then again, life isn't simple, so why should buying a suit be?
I ended up with a nice suit, (hemmed to my apparently short-ass legs) a shirt and tie for under $300 after tailoring and tax. More than I wanted to spend but I am gonna look GOOD!
(Did I mention I was trying on suits wearing baggy cargo shorts, a Cattle Decapitation t-shirt and ball cap? And I hadn't shaved in like 4 days?
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Make sense of the world, for it determines your cents.
Whatever you say, can and will be turned against you.
When life gives you lemons, squirt them in the eye.
Steel your will against those who wish to overpower the weak.
You can tell a lot about someone by looking them in the eye. Like their mother's maiden name or what they ate for lunch.
Monkeys throw their shit because they don't have fans.
Seek not the answers to the questions you wish to know, but the questions you already have the answers to.
Forgive and forget (that you forgave).
If the best things in life are free, why do I keep paying for stuff?
You could climb your way to the top, but it's further to fall than from the bottom.
It's survival of the fittest. Unless you're human.
A post or so ago, I entered the first four lines of a poem/song I had started. I finished it that night. Now, I post in its entirety. Should I decide to do anything more with it, I will likely refine it. But here's what I wrote that night.
The wind howls as the leaves drift past
Buffeted by the spirits of the dead
The light grows dim with the passing of the day
Fading whispers of things left unsaid
As the darkness rises, the air grows cold
A pale moon shines down upon the earth
Creatures of the night wake from their slumber
Hunters eager to prove their worth
The forest teems with silent life
Nocturnal struggle to remain alive
Predator, prey battle in shadow
Hunt or be hunted, live or die
Demons rise from the ashes of a former life
Feeding on the energy of death
Masters of no one, destiny sealed by fate
Endlessly searching for their soul
Memories embodied in the ether
Soulless entities in flight
Searching, searching desperately
The moon sets as the night wears on
Strengthening the hold of the dark
Forces of evil descend from above
An army of hate set to embark
On the horizon, a gathering storm
Thunder and lightning in the sky
Amassing for slaughter, the demons ride
No escape, the end is nigh
The storm dissolves as a new day breaks
The demons chased by the dawn
The victims, the dead, know not anything
For the soulless, the search goes on
If I was to make this into a song, I think the chorus would be the eight lines starting with Demons rise....the first being where it is, the second being after ...the end is nigh, and the last being at the end. I wrote another one last night but I am not sure if I want to publish it or not. It's pretty personal and I'm not happy with the chorus yet.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Yesterday I broke the button on my shorts. It wasn't the thread that broke, or came loose. I broke the button. Broke the plastic. I guess I can't squeeze into a 34 anymore.
Mom's home from Vancouver for a visit. I took the girls over for a short visit yesterday. Then we met Becky and Kim and Jacob at McDonald's for lunch. Before we took Grace and Jacob to the fair, we dropped Amelia off at the Lewis's. She's too young to do anything there. We looked at the sheep and cows and the birds. Then the kids hit the rides. We got them bracelets so they could just ride and ride. People that were leaving kept giving us tickets. Strangers! We took them even though we didn't need them and passed them on to Matt and Kara Dafoe. We took a break at one point and looked at all the entries (flowers, baking, crafts etc) and got Grace an ice-cold fresh squeezed lemonade. Grace didnt' drink very much and passed it to us. We thought she was done with it. So we drank it. Then when we were leaving, she pitched a fit. Little embarassing when she threw her bag of cotton candy on the ground. Needless to say, she got a talking to.
We picked Amelia back up, I changed my shorts and we went out to my Aunt's. My cousin Margie brought her triplets over from England for a visit. Much of the family that we don't see very often was there. Margie told us the basics of Cricket and she even set up some wickets and played with the older kids in the yard. Pot luck supper, too much dessert. The kids had a big water fight. Grace was soaked (and peed her pants but since she was already wet, she thought it was okay. yuck) It was great to see everyone. I didn't get the girls home til almost 9. 2 hours past bedtime. They went down pretty good. I had to give them a snack though because neither of them really ate well at supper. Not surprising, too much going on. I need to get more fruit leather though. They devoured them!
Amelia has slept in a "big girl bed" incident free for 3 straight nights. I've probably jinxed it now. Not sure if I need to get a new bulb for her night lamp or if the small night light that is in there now is enough. She does need more summer pjs though. And shorts. I can never find shorts for her. Becky must be hiding them.
I think (we think) Grace is missing school. She always wants to do stuff with her friends. She starts Senior Kindergarten one month from today! 2 years yet for Amelia. Becky said she is gonna cry on Grace's first day again this year. I was/am proud but I didn't cry.
Our neighbour is getting a new roof so he has a dumpster. He said we are more than welcome to put crap in it. I might do just that. Literally. Dog crap and diapers. Bagged up of course. Hopefully I'll get some time this week to clean out the backrooms and throw some more crap in the dumpster. I would like most of it to go towards Ceil's yard sale but I know some of it is just garbage.
I started writing a poem/song. The first for lines I've written are:
The wind howls as the leaves drift past
Dancing with the spirits of the dead
The light grows dim with the passing of the day
Fading whispers of things left unsaid.
It was a momentary flash of inspiration. We'll see if it goes anywhere.
Not all of it will make sense I am sure.
i was very surprised by how dark it was this morning when I got up. Yes, it
was 5:30am but I didn't recall it being that dark on Friday morning. I
guess that means the day are getting shorter. And I'm okay with that. I
like the night. I just hope the bugs are getting thinner too.
I have alot of work to do outside that requires at least 3 days of no rain.
I don't know if that is EVER going to happen. I need to stain the deck, the
fence and the railing. The wood has to dry for 2 days then not be rained on
for another day. I think I may take that down to dry for 1 day. Because
it's not like it's raining a lot, just almost every day. So it's not so
much tht the wood is wet 2 days later, so much as it will get wet within a
day. The railing on the porch should be okay. It doesn't really get wet
when it rains anyway. But we have wait 30 days to stain it anyway.
Pressure-treated. It's gonna a busy August!
This entry will probably look weird because I forgot to click on Rich Text.
So all the line breaks won't match up.
Friday, July 31, 2009
The other day I took the girls thru McDick's drive-thru. Grace wanted to go inside so she could "tell all the people that I am the greatest McGongalder!"
I narrowly avoided Grace's Cranberry Manberry Mush yesterday. I believe it consisted of (at least) chocolate chip cookies, mustard, mayo, yogurt, milk and Fruit Loops. In a cup. I am pretty sure I missed something.
We got a Mac Book Pro to replace Becly's old crappy laptop.If only we could figure out what the problem connecting to the internet is.
I am wearing a very appropriate t-shirt today. It's my Cannibal Corpse one. On the back it says Centuries of Torment. It's good for today because I really don't want to be at work today. My teeth and jaw hurt. My shoulder blade hurts. My foot hurts. My back hurts a little. I had a cramp in my leg. I am in a bad mood. I am very tired. So, 12 hours at work today will feel like Centuries of Torment.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
A friend and I went to a party at Neil Young's house. But we weren't invited so we were kind of hiding out. We were being searched for and stuff. Next thing I know I was walking around with Tommy Hanson of the Atlanta Braves. He was telling me that I didn't quite make the cut. But he bought me 3 San Diego Padres jerseys and took me back. On the way back up the stairs I saw Henry Rollins. I said hi, he grunted. I said thanks for the music and kept going. It turned out it wasn't Neil Young's house, it was a rehab centre run by pro baseball players. They cleaned people up and tried to turn people into ball players. I didn't make the cut, like I said. I had to climb down scaffolding to the street because we were hitting the baseballs off the roof.
Then I was hanging out in front of some store talking to a homeless kid. I gave him my hat.
Then somehow I was helping a little Asian kid collect these things. It was like, people would put out their garbage and recycling and then like utensils or something. Popsicle sticks? But we had to collect them and take them back to a depot.
I need to get a dream interpreter.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
They was also a crazy chase through the town. I can't remember what me and some other guy did to piss a couple guys off but they were chasing us with bats and stuff. I wanted to hide in the cottage (the friends were letting us stay) but I couldn't find an empty room. All the beds were full.
I ended up in someone's closet. on the shelf at the top. I was found but I can't remember by whom or what happened after that. If I can remember more I will post it but I have to go now.
Basically me and some other people I don't recall were driving. it was on a road that seemed very video game like. the other cars were driving on the wrong side of the road and stuff and we had to swerve and what-not. We swerved into a church parking lot. the Church had big steps and stuff like a giant courthouse you see in the movies. We crashed and rolled the van we were in. the only person hurt was the driver. She was trapped in a crushed cart. Like one that they push food around on in a hospital. We thought she was dead. A guy driving a big truck said "Well, at least your van didn't get damaged much". I lost it. I was screaming like no-one's business at this guy. "You're a fucking asshole!" over and over again. He was basically ignoring me and going on about his business. We managed to extricate the driver from the cart, but she had turned into a very small deer. I can't remember any after that. But that is weird enough.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The Pontiac Vibe was made at the NUMMI plant in Fremont, California. (It is no longer, GM dropped Pontiac during bankruptcy) The NUMMI plant is a joint venture between GM and TOYOTA. The Vibe is essentially the Toyota Matrix with different body panels. The plant makes the Vibe, Toyota Corolla and Toyota Tacoma. So really, they have a bumper sticker downing foreign vehicles on a foreign vehicle.
Not to mention the amount of Ontarians employed at Honda and Toyota plants.
Do your research before you go spouting off with a bumper sticker.
We left at 1030, and didn't get back til 130. I got very sweaty.
Good thing I got deodorant at WalMart! and hair gel, and shaving cream.
Gramma doesn't look good. She looks really old (well, she IS 90). But it seemed hard for her to talk and I think she fell asleep a couple times. She seemed disinterested. I should go down and visit her without the girls. They were distracting.
I'm kinda worried about her. Mom and Jess have said she has given up. I believe it after seeing her.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
I am going to do some measurements and math over the next couple days for a railing on the front porch. I need to talk to Home Hardware too about brackets or mounts for the ends. I am not the most accurate carpenter so being able to put it in a bracket instead of having to cut to the EXACT length would be great. Need to determine the spacing the ballisters. Don't want any heads getting stuck. Should give me something to do Wednesday and Friday. If I'm not helping Joe with the roof over the backroom. Busy busy me!!
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
We went over to the Forestell's last night for a swim/playdate/BBQ. We all had a lot of fun. It was really nice to visit with other parents with kids about the same age that "get it". We had the same issues with the kids, the same struggles with balancing kids and housework and all that. It was great. Great. Great!
And since it's pouring rain out, I will do a bunch of laundry and maybe dishes. I should eat lunch too. I skipped breakfast. Bad me. I am pretty tired and sore so I think I may veg for a bit. Girls have swimming lessons at 4 but I don't know if it's gonna happen. Rain. I dare not close my eyes. I won't wake up in time to pick them up.
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Wednesday: Canada Day!! Went to the festivities in Bath and had supper with the 'rents. It turned out to be a very nice day. Happy for that.
Thursday: More gloominess. More swimming lessons.
Friday: Went to Kingston to see about getting Becky's laptop keyboard fixed. Had a picnic at a park. Becky and I watched the movie Sex Drive. (comedy not porno)
Saturday: Wood for deck delivered. Becky left for Ottawa for Dana's stagette. Demo of old deck started. Open well under old deck. Left it covered until I am ready to cover it with new deck. Went to Jess's so the girls could play with Hope. Watched TV alone after the girls went to bed.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
I had been to the OSC back in grade six but never since. I don't think Becky had ever been and the kids hadn't. Duh. We were all pretty excited.
First we went to the KidSpark. The girls went nuts. Spinning, rolls balls down tracks, building with blocks, playing in the treehouse, looking thru the periscope, disappearing in the patterns, playing with the air blowers! That was just the first half hour! Then we went to the other side of the KidSpark. There was a big water table, a bubble station, a maze on the floor, a farting keyboard, a beaver house, a machine to make smoke signals, a mirror tunnel, and a cutout of a boy and his dog and when you open the door over his face, it sneezes and sprays water!!
The Space part was next. It was way over their heads. Figuratively and literally. Space is over their heads. Get it? I know I know. It was really crowded in there with people waiting to get into the Planetarium show. We decided it would be a good time for a snack.
On the way to the Snakes & Lizards, Alive! Exhibit, we walked across a pressure sensitive floor that changed when you walked on it. First it was flowers that disappeared when you stepped on them. Later, it was tiles that tumbled away. Also, there was another one that looked like a koi pond and it made ripples when you walked on it. The girls kinda liked the snakes and lizards. They weren't scared, it's just that they don't do much. I got picture of Amelia standing next to a giant python.
We went through the Communication area and it looked pretty interesting but more for Becky and I, not the girls. But it was on the way to the living science area. We went into the science arcade first though. We tested our reaction time, played with inverse mirrors, experimented with pulleys and balance points.
The girls had a great time in the living science part. There was a sound buffering zigzag tunnel. It was really neat. I chased the girls through it about 20 times. We made patterns with sounds, touched a tornado, Grace scared people in the cave. I liked (was saddened by?) the garbage display. The history of landfills is kinda depressing.
We zipped through the Human Body area on the way to the cafeteria (I wanted to used the aging machine but it was out of order). We ate the most expensive snack in history. Almost $30 for a ham sandwich, a small salad, 2 pops, a chocolate milk, a hotdog, a yogurt and a fruit cup. Word to the wise, bring all the food you need.
After that "meal", we went to wait for the OmniMax movie. The girls played in the tunnel and at the water fountain, in the rain, while Becky went to the gift shop. Then we changed the girls. They were soaked. The OmniMax was awesome. It was Under The Sea. Amelia was scared at first because it was so loud but she came around and started saying "Wow!" everytime something new came on the screen. Grace was tired and hungry but she enjoyed it too.
The drive home was good to a point. We stopped and got a more substantial meal on the way. When we got to Trenton, the crying started. Totally unexplained but very headache inducing. They both wailed all the way to Napanee. Then they stopped. For no reason.
They both ended up spending time in our bed last night. (Amelia all night) They both got up early eventhough they went to bed late and were up in the night. I can't imagine doing anything today. The plan was berry picking but we already have some and it's raining. Lazy day. Should really do some cleaning.
Monday, June 29, 2009
The Chicago Blackhawks have re-signed second-line centreman David Bolland, inking the restricted free agent to a five-year deal.
The Toronto native's average salary over the contract will be $3.375 million per season.
Bolland, 23, had a breakout season in 2009, putting up 19 goals and 28 assists with a plus- 19 rating in 81 games. He also tallied four goals and eight assists with a minus- 1 rating throughout the 2008-09 playoffs.
Bolland was a 2nd round selection (32nd overall) by the Blackhawks in 2004.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Attempt #1: Unleash Your Telekinetic Ability. Who wouldn't want to learn how to move things with their mind? Pretty interesting stuff. I got about 50 pages or so in before I realized it was way over my head. Sign #1: It was talking about auras and chakras. There was a test to see if you had a good aura or a bad aura. I just barely passed the bad aura test, but I was nowhere near passing the good aura test. I must have a mediocre aura. It said that attempting telekinesis with a bad aura can be dangerous and I should not proceed reading the manual. i kept reading anyway. Sign #2: It was talking about the 3 fundamentals of telekinesis. The first was focus. Focus being the opposite of concentration. It said something along the lines of, an approriate level of focus is achieved when you can read these words without hearing the words in your head. Say what?!! When you can think without hearing you thoughts in your head. Are you serious? Is that even possible? I know it is but I have a long way to go before i reach that level of consciousness. (see attempt #3)
Attempt #2: Natural Cures "They" Don't Want You To Know About by Kevin Trudeau. I got about 170 pages into this one. And I might finish it. BUT, I'm glad I didn't pay for it. He claims that virtually any disease can be CURED by natural methods. Diabetes, cancer, MS, depression etc etc. For the first 100 pages or so, he goes on and on about how the FTC, FDA and US Gov't are money-grubbing bastards. That they have their fingers so deep in the pockets of the drug industry that they supress any natural cures to protect profits. Because you can't patent a natural remedy, the drug company will lose billions of dollars. I'm a little skeptical at this point, but I keep reading. Then he goes on about why we are sick. We are sick from pestcides in our food (I agree), chemical we put on our skin (lotions, creams, soap, deodorant, even sunscreen), from the air we breath, (duh.but he's blaming it more on air fresheners than pollution), prescription and non-prescription drugs (drug companies put other stuff in the drugs to give is different ailments, so they can sell us more drugs. Um, I dunno. But, you've heard all the side effects in the commercials...), pasturized and homogenized beverages, (apparently homogenized milk causes scarring of the arteries and leads to heart disease) and worst of all, tap water. The chlorine and flouride are killing us. I know they are both poison. But really? In the next section, he tells us how to never get sick again.While this section is riddled with good advice (colon flushes, eat organic food, drink pure water etc) it starts to turn into a 600 page ad for his website. For every suggestion he makes, he doesn't give details. He says he's not allowed. He can't publicly endorse anything. But if you sign up for the monthly subscription to his website, you get further details there, and email him directly for specific products and services he recommends.Sounds a little fishy. I googled Kevin Trudeau. Almost every site that showed on the first page discredited him. I watched a youtube video of John Stossel exposing him as a scam artist. A guy from Nightline caught him in a blatant lie. He served jailtime for credit card fraud on his customers!! He's listed on QuackWatch. He states in the book that since most media outlets gain the majority of their advertising revenue from the food and drug companies, they are strongarmed into debunking him because he costs those companies profits. Like I said, I might finished reading this, but I am not taking it all at face value.
Attempt #3: The Taoist I-Ching as translated by Thomas Cleary. I am still in the Introduction to this. It's pretty heavy stuff. Not a nice easy read. Lots about mediation and yin-yang. Enlightenment, illumination, states of mind, that sort of thing. I'll have more info once I get into it more.
Don't worry. I am also reading Brisingr. The third book in the Inheritance Quadrilogy by Christopher Paolini. Eragon and Eldest were the first two. Dragons!!
I went to the sleep lab on Thursday. It was kind of an intake sort of thing. Here's how it went down:
They measured my neck, abdomen, and hips. Pinched the fat on my arm, back and stomach. I think all that was to fit me for the various apparatus they use. They checked my blood pressure and pulse. Then they asked some questions about my moods, my short term memory loss, and falling asleep in class in high school and university. That was with the nurse. Then I saw the doctor. He talked about my twitching, my snoring, my snorting, my moods and my breathing. He talked about sleep apnea. He checked my breathing, my heart, my throat and my eyes. (bloodshot, as always) He told me about the stuff they hook up. Chest bands, electrodes on chest and head, breathing mask, monitor on my finger, and infrared cameras. I hope I'm able to sleep with all that stuff on me! Somehow I don't really think it will be a problem.
My sleepover is scheduled for Aug 31. Yikes that's far. But my name is on the cancellation list so I could get in earlier. In fact, they called last night. But I was at work. So here's hoping they have a more convenient cancellation and I don't have to wait 2 and a half months. I overheard someone ask how long til the results come back and they said about another 4 weeks. So that's the end of September. I started this whole "why am I so tired?" thing back in Feb! Maybe even Jan!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
I told him I didn't really FEEL any different than last time. Still really tired and irritable. Better at controling it, but I still feel that way. So since it could be another 6-8 weeks before anything comes back about a possible sleep disorder, he started me on a low dose anti-depressant/anti-anxiety. This way if there is nothing wrong with my sleep, I'm already on meds.
He also sent me for more blood tests. All the usual stuff came back normal so he is checking rarer things. Checking for chronic mono, Addison's disease, calcium levels, albumin levels and CRP. Not sure what the last 3 indicate. Also he is testing for rheumatoid arthritis. I told him how my joints have been sore the last couple years. I know work has alot to do with it, but I'm still young but I feel old.
Interview at the sleep lab next week and back to the doctor on July 8.
Let's get this figured out already!!
The big surprise is that after 10 years of not seeing the dentist, and some questionable hygiene habits (pop, coffee, not brushing enough, no flossing) I do NOT have to go back for fillings!! He said I had no cavities!! What the hell!!? I guess the occasional sensitivity is just from exposed roots (still not good) which is fairly normal as we age.
The hygienist commented that it looks like my home care is good. And the dentist himself said I have very nice teeth.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
place. I can't remember which one because I don't want to.
Here it is: a guy is walking down the street wearing pants and a jacket,
and he looks across the street and sees them putting up the sign that says
"Ribs are back." He yells "YES!" and rips off his pants and jacket to
reveal shorts and a golf shirt. He proceeds to cross the street to the fast
The idea behind the commercial is that they only have ribs in the summer
time. So, seeing the sign, the guy knows it is summer and changes his
attire accordingly. So here's my problems:
a) What kind of moron(!) uses the menu at a fast food joint to determine
how he should dress? It's called temperature, you jackass. "Oh, they've got
chili, that must mean it's cold! Better break out the parka!"
b) Dude just throws his clothes on the sidewalk and takes off. I don't
imagine he got his fancy tear-away pants and jacket at the buck store. I
must be nice to just throw your clothes away. Did he forget we're in a
recession? My guess is he doesn't work at GM.
c) He just walks across the street. He doesnt even look both ways!! You
can't eat ribs in the ICU. Or the morgue.
I know. I'm crazy.
but not so much lately. Thursday night I had a Muskoka Cream Ale. Not bad taste but it gave me heartburn and a headache. Then last night I had a Muskoka Dark Ale. Same result. Taste was ok, but it have me heartburn.
However, I cannot solely blame the beer. Both nights I had a big piece of lemon poppy seed cake. So I have to so an experiment. Tonight I will have a non-Muskoka beer and a slice of cake. If I get heartburn again, then tomorrow I will have my last Muskoka beer (heffe-weissbeer) without any cake and see what happens. It's not a perfect experiment but it's what I am going to do.
I like to support Ontario Craft Brewers but not if they cause me pain. I've had Muskoka beers before and I don't recall any heartburn, so maybe it's the poppy seeds. If poppy seeds give me heartburn, what would opium do?
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Well, I did. Apple sent me a replacement. So good to have it back. I really didn't want to have to buy a new one. The FedEx guy said they do 600 apple returns a day. He didn't say whether that was Canada or North America but still, that's alot. great customer service though. Fedex picked it up on a Friday and I had a new one on my doorstep by Thursday. and the monday was a holiday! as good as that turnaround was, I don't want to have to use it again. hahah
Thursday, May 28, 2009
My beloved Blackhawks were beat out of the playoffs last night by the Sweden Red Wings. ( I know they were eliminated on a (lucky) goal by a Canadian. that's not the point) It's all my fault though. I was growing my playoff beard. Sometime before the Detroit series, I trimmed up a couple spots that were out of hand. I messed with the beard. A big no-no. I am drafting my letter of apology the Blackhawks. I was growing (no pun intened) rather fond of my beard. Becky's sad that I don't look like a lumberjack anymore but she'll get over it.
This year was a vast improvement over last and they are only going to get better. I just hope they don't make any stupid moves over the summer. ( The Leafs will do plenty of that. hahahha) I say, send Campbell and a draft pick to Vancouver for the Sedins. Yah baby! Havlat has proven he CAN play a full season, so re-sign him. As much as I would like it, I don't think they can re-sign Habby and keep Huet around. Too much money in net.
Next year boys!!
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Here are some facts about the1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and still smelled pretty good by June. However, they were starting to smell, so brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the clean water, then the other sons, the women and children. Last of all was the babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water..
Houses had thatched roofs -thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and the animals would slip and fall off the roof. Hence the saying. It's raining cats and dogs.
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Hence the saying, Dirt poor.
The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. Apiece of wood was placed in the entranceway. Hence the saying a threshold.
(Getting quite an education, aren't you?)
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that hung over the fire. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and not much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot overnight, then start over the next day. Sometimes the stewpot had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme, Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could bring home the bacon. They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused the lead to leach onto the food, causing death by lead poisoning. This happened often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift) to listen for the bell; thus, someone was "saved by the bell" And that's the truth...Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! !
Educate someone else today.
So I'll just say random things.
I was out doing some errands on the scooter today. One lady asked me if it was electric. Another couple asked me a bunch of questions about it.
I can't wait for softball season to start!! It starts Sunday night but I have to work. BLAST!!
We've got both girls booked in for swimming lessons this year. They are done by mid-July so we might book them in again for another session in August. Swimming lessons are SO important. I'll take them for as many as I can!
I love our reel mower!
I still need donations for the Relay for Life. Only 20 days left!
I got some whitening trays. Time to get rid of the pop/coffee/tea stains!
Going to see a band next Friday. Toxic Holocaust. It's gonna be a thrashin' good time!
That's it for now.
Friday, May 22, 2009
I took Grace to the dentist on Thursday for some fillings. I know, she's only 5 and she's getting fillings!! We kinda dropped the ball on early dental hygiene. We've started much earlier with Amelia. Anyway, she had 2 small ones filled. We did great again. Granted, I don't think he used any freezing. Which means no needle. The next one is bigger. It's half gone. She calls it her "pointy tooth". That one might be tougher. He may need to give her a needle. I am confident that he can do it with minimal protest from her. At least until the needle goes in. I'll bribe her with a trip to the Pirate Park and Reid's Dairy. She says to me today " Dad, the dentist put somethin in my tooth. When is he gonna take it out?" I told that he's not. It's a filling and it's there to protect your teeth. She seemed to be alright with that. We go back June 4 for the last one. And then I go June 10. It'll be the first time I've gone since 2000. I don't imagine it'll be my only visit this year.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Yesterday after we took the animals to the park, ( The dogs too) I stated digging out all the dandelions from the side yard while the girls played. About half way through I thought, " I am gonna regret this." Turns out I was right. Not because I miss the yellow on my lawn, but because my hamstrings are wicked sore. I think I'll just use the weedeater to cut down what the mower doesn't get.
For some reason, I have the itch to make the gardens around the house look nice. Weird, I know. To the point that I want to get some cedar mulch and put it in there to make it look nice, hold moisture and cut down the weeds. And the one part that is all grassy is driving me nuts everytime I see it. What is happening to me?
I accidentally put my iPod through the washing machine yesterday. FUCK!
I'm gonna try and send it back and see if Apple will replace/repair it. I've only had it since Christmas. I really don't want to have to buy a new one. It would be like renting this one for $30/mo. I didn the same thing to a much cheaper mp3 player about a year ago. When will I learn not to leave it in my sweater!!
In the meantime, I am using my phone and a micro-SD card. Not the same. Plus, it will throw off my iTunes playcount.
We went for a drive to Ottawa on Sunday. Well, to IKEA. I filled the van with gas. When I pulled out of the gas station the DTE (Distence Til Empty) read 538 km. By the time we hit, oh about, Odessa, it read 561. It stayed there (562-563) until we got off the 401 onto the 416. Which was at least an hour and a half later. Say what? Now, I know Big Green ('94 Grand Caravan, 3.3L V6, 358,000km) is better on the highway than in town but, really? As soon as we started going up the 416 the DTE started dropping. As much as I would like to say that the van magically uses no gas on the 401, I can't back that up.
Sadly, this is what I believe happened. The DTE sensor reads how much gas is left in the tank and calculates based on current efficiency. It said that a full tank should take me 560km. Most (older) fuel sensors work on a ball system. The ball cannot go right to the bottom of the tank, nor the top. That's why you can still drive when the meter reads empty. The ball is down as far as it can go but there is still gas in the tank. It works the same at the top. The ball is up as far as it can go and you can still put more gas in. So, I was burning the gas that was "above the ball". And, as coincedence may have it, that gas was gone just as I got onto the 416. After that point the DTE went down as I had expected. I still drove Big Green to Ottawa (and around a bit, lost) and back to Napanee on about 2/3 of a tank. Roughly, 40L. Not that bad really.
Friday, May 15, 2009
only went back and forth once when I was BBQ-ing, but it was great. I can't
wait to do the whole yard tomorrow!! Canadian Tire has a sharpening kit for
$25 and Lee Valley has one. Not sure which way I am going yet, but the
blades are still sharp so I don't have to worry about it just yet. It feels
so good to make good environmental choices!! Speaking of which, I should be
starting to make the trek to work on my old school muscle powered bicycle
on Tuesday. On day shifts. Sometimes. I'd rather just bicycle around for an
hour on my off days. Don't have to work with tired legs, or bike home on
even more tired legs. Either way, it's time to start riding it! Especially
now that Grace wants to go for a bike rides every 5 minutes.
You know that commercial where the guy rents a truck from Enterprise so he can pick up wood to build his daughter a playhouse? Sure ya do. Dude coulda save himself some dough if he just had the hardware store/lumber yard just deliver it. Besides, if I could just build a playhouse from scratch, I'd probably already have a truck!
If I see one more Direct Buy commercial, I may just throw something at the TV.
If I ever met Sally Field, I'd yell "Boniva this!!" and snap her frail bones.
I had a really good beef the other day and I should have blogged it right away because now I forget.
Hey! Hulu.com!! Make the videos available in Canada already!! If you have some "evil plot to take over the world", ya might wanna branch out a bit!!
There's this high school kid that walk by my house all the time with his ipod. Singing away like he's king of the world. And he is really, really bad. If he was delayed, okay. Or even if he was alone, I'll let it slide. But he's with a bunch of friends! I don't know if he thinks he's funny, or if he is just a big frickin' idiot.
I can't remember the last time I actually listened to the radio other than in a store or waiting room or whatever. At home, never. In the car, if I don't have my ipod, a tape or a CD, I just turn it right off. I hate radio.
I started writing this because I was bored. Now I am bored of writing it.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
And she did far better than I ever could have expected. She was great!! She was excited to go. She wasn't scared at all! She hopped right up in the chair and opened her mouth wide. They counted her teeth, poked at them a bit. Then she got x-rays. She let them put the little bite thing in before the xrays no problem. She held still. She liked the lead apron. Then they cleaned them up, scraped a bit too. She sais "ow" a couple times but she let them keep going. I am so unbelievably proud of her!! A great day to be a parent!! She picked a couple "prizes" from the treasure chest and we made an appointment to go back next week and have some cavities taken care of. That will be a bigger test but I know she can do it!!
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Please read and forward to as many Canadians you can think of - thank you
WE ARE PROUD CANADIANS
Bruce Allen is on the 2010 Vancouver Olympic Committee and new Canadians
(specifically Hindi's/Indian's) want him fired for his recent comments
I am sorry, but after hearing they want to sing the National Anthem in
Hindi at the 2010 Olympics- enough is enough. Nowhere or at no other time
in our Nation's history, did they sing it in Italian, Japanese, Polish,
Irish (Celtic), German, Portuguese, Greek, or any other language because
of immigration. It was written in English, adapted into French, and should
be sung word for word the way it was written.
The news broadcasts even gave the Hindi version translation - which was not
even close to our National Anthem. I am not the least bit sorry if this
offends ANYONE, this is MY COUNTRY; My Grand Dad served in the military,
other family members also served, as well as my wife & I served a combined
total of 56 years between us. We made many sacrifices for our country and
do not feel we should feel obligated to allow invited people we've welcomed
with open arms to influence & change our society to better resemble the one
they chose to leave to come here!!! - IF YOU AGREE ABOUT THIS GREAT
COUNTRY, SPEAK UP BEFORE ITS TOO LATE
-- please pass this along .
I am not against immigration. In fact I believe we need more, my ancestors
were immigrants -- just come through like everyone else. Get a sponsor; a
place to lay your head; have a job; pay your taxes, live by the Rules AND
LEARN THE LANGUAGE as all other immigrants have in the past -- and LONG
It's time we all get behind Bruce Allen, and scrap this Political
Correctness His comments were anything but racist, however, there are far
too many overly sensitive 'New Canadians' that are attempting to change
everything we hold dear.
ARE you PART OF THE PROBLEM ??? Think about this: If you don't want to
forward this for fear of offending someone, will we still be the Country of
Choice and Still be CANADA if we continue to make the changes forced on us
by the people from other countries who have come to live in CANADA because
it is the Country of Choice??????
Think about it!
IMMIGRANTS, NOT CANADIAN'S, MUST ADAPT.
It's Time for CANADIANS to speak up.. If you agree ? Pass this along; if
you don't agree?
Delete it and reap what you sew because of your complacency!
Official Lyrics of O Canada!
Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
Terre de nos aîeux,
Ton front est ceint
de fleurons glorieux!
Car ton bras
sait porter l'épée,
Il sait porter
la croix! Ton histoire
est une épopée,
Des plus brillants exploits.
Et ta valeur,
de foi trempée,
Protégera nos foyers et nos droits.
Protégera nos foyers
et nos droits.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
We had a pretty eventful weekend so to speak. Friday night we sent the kids to Gramma and Grampa's for the night. Becky and I went to Chad and Kelly's for some adult time. We did adult things. Like drinking and such. And liberal use of the english language. We watched a couple movies. Bride Wars and The Day the Earth Stood Still. The former was alright for that kind of movie and the later wasn't bad either but it was rather late and I was having alot of trouble staying awake. I know I missed some of it.
Saturday we went to Tammy's for brunch with Chad and Kelly and then went out to a yard sale of sorts. It was all the stuff they cleared out of storage units when people didn't pay their bill. We got an assortment of stuff for dirt cheap. They said they'll be doing it all summer on the weekends. Cool. We picked up the girls and had a visit. I took a dip in the hot tub. Then we skipped into Kingston for a couple things.
Sunday we did the usual trip to the farm. I calf that Grace named Pretty (it was a pretty cow) licked my hand. Grace didn't want me to touch her with that hand. After that, Becky went to 90th birthday party for her great-aunt. She left us home because she didn't think it was going to be much a kids thing. Turns out, alot of her family was there that she hadn't seen in ages and they were all asking about the kids! Plus, her cousin had his daughter/son (I can't remember. I'm awful) there who is 3 and the girls could have played with her/him. Too late now! Later that evening I went to an amazing concert in Kingston (Kylesa/Intronaut. Read the show review at www.kingdomofnoise.blogspot.com) I got to interview a couple members of Kylesa. Awesome.I had a great time but my neck suffered for it. Not the worst case of self-induced whiplash I've had but it's not comfy.
Monday was pretty easy. Moved some more stuff around for the living room/studio swap. Fixed the wardrobe. Took a 3 hour nap. Made sausages and burgers on the BBQ and took the scooter to work. Easy night too. In the lab.
Monday, April 27, 2009
As Jane poured her coffee she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She knew she was alone in the house today. Roger had left for work and the kids were at school. Her cat Winston was staring at her from the window but that wasn't unusual. The feeling she had was. She sat at the table and muttered to herself, "I'm just being paranoid".
Her thoughts fell to the dream she had that night. She dreamt about a series of underground tunnels populated by rats. But not just any rats. These rats were industrious. They had little houses, not nests. Towns with shops and cobbled streets. Rats and mice scurrying about. Not in any particular hurry, but rather, that's just what mice and rats did, scurry. She recalled that the rats seemed to be in charge and the mice were merely servants. Size has it's advantages. A mean streak probably helps too.
She put the thought of slave mice to the side and continued reading the morning paper. Roger had removed the sports section and one the kids had dribbled milk below the comic strips. No matter, she was after the Lifestyle section anyway. As she scanned an article about the latest trends in high end dinnerware, the feeling of being watched returned. She listened intently as she glanced at the windows. Nothing. And there shouldn't be. She and her family lived at the end of a long driveway in a house nestled in the 30 acres of towering evergreens. No neighbour kids retrieving errant soccer balls, no-one to look in the front window as they passed on their morning powerwalk.
Her coffee finished, she returned to her bedroom to get dressed. Winston followed. It was one of his favourite games to rub on Jane's legs as she tried to get into her pantyhose. Captain Rickle gave the all clear and the rat commandos rushed into the kitchen. Desperate for supplies, the rats had been driven to raiding above ground human swellings. Desperation did not mean foolishness. Scouts had watched the comings and goings of the house so they knew they only had a few minutes to accomplish their mission. Sentries were placed by the hall to warn the rest should Jane, or more importantly, Winston, leave the bedroom prematurely.
Working quickly they swiped the coffee mug and the spoon. They emptied the cat's food dish, stole the laces from three shoes. The Captain signaled to start the retreat. A commando spotted a pen on the floor on the far side of the kitchen. As the team gathered at the exit point, he raced for the pen. The Captain was forced to stay quiet for fear of alerting the cat but he would surely reprimand this young commando. As valuable as a pen may be to their efforts, the risk was one they should be taking. With the pen, the brash young commando narrowly made through the kitty door with the rest of the group just as Jane and Winston emerged from the bedroom.
I'm out of time! Your turn! Go!
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Sometimes I wish...
...that life were a little more like The Matrix. At least with respect to the thing they had were they could just plug it into your head and you would learn stuff. I don't really like learning, but I like knowing stuff. It would be so much easier to just plug in and BAM, I know all about astrophysics, or Mongol History, or I could play flawless guitar, or be able to do anything I really wanted! That would be stellar.
...that I could somehow stop my facial hair from growing in the places I don't want it. Like my neck.
...that I could magically make the hair on my head grow at an astonishing rate.
...I was a little bit taller. I wish I was a baller.
...I could speak Spanish.
...I could read faster.
...I could clone myself so I could be in two places at once and I wouldn't miss anything because of work.
...I could eat pizza for every meal.
...I wasn't so hairy.
...I could live in the woods away from all the distractions of the world. But with high speed internet.
...I quit my paper route a year earlier and tried out for the football team.
...I had found a way too keep playing hockey after age 12.
...I could go back and do high school over again because I am much cooler now.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday was a rough day. I had to go to a wake for a 4 year old. It was the son of a friend I grew up with next door. He drowned in the pool. Well, the pool cover. Quite possibly the saddest thing I have ever seen. I cannot begin to imagine what the family is going through. It was awful. He was in this too tiny coffin, with all his favourite toys, with his little hat on and a copy of Kung Fu Panda. They were transporting his urn to the internment in Tow Mater. I couldn't bring myself to go to the funeral. It was just too much. The wake was hard enough. I came home bawling and sobbed into Becky's shoulder. I went and hugged Grace too. Amelia woke up in the night so I hugged her then. It really made me appreciate how much I have. I will try my damnedest from here on out to enjoy every moment I have with my family. It could all be taken away just like that.
On a lighter note, I would have been really embarrased if someone had seen (or rather, heard) me cleaning out the freezer and moving the new (to us) one into the backroom. I had Iron Maiden on the stereo and I was singin' along. Doing the best Dickinson impression I could. I am sure if anyone heard my falsetto it would have made their day! I did some gardening too. Scratched my arms all to ratshit trying to get all the leaves out of the bushes. Had burgers on the BBQ. yeah baby! Rode the scooter in to work. Got it under cover before it started to rain. I just hope it's not raining when it's time to go home!