Thursday, September 17, 2009
Saturday, March 28, 2009
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Someone came by and invited us to the "Wesleyan Nazarene Church" that has started to meet here in town. I thought hmm.. let's see how compatible we would be!
(100%) 1: Congregational/United Church of Christ
(95%) 2: Baptist (Reformed/Particular/Calvinistic)
(86%) 3: Pentecostal/Charismatic/Assemblies of God
(85%) 4: Methodist/Wesleyan/Nazarene
(81%) 5: Presbyterian/Reformed
(78%) 6: Church of Christ/Campbellite
(77%) 7: Anglican/Episcopal/Church of England
(70%) 8: Lutheran
(66%) 9: Eastern Orthodox
(60%) 10: Baptist (non-Calvinistic)/Plymouth Brethren/Fundamentalist
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Someone came by and invited us to the "Wesleyan Nazarene Church" that has started to meet here in town. I thought hmm.. let's see how compatible we would be!
(100%) 1: Congregational/United Church of Christ
(95%) 2: Baptist (Reformed/Particular/Calvinistic)
(86%) 3: Pentecostal/Charismatic/Assemblies of God
(85%) 4: Methodist/Wesleyan/Nazarene
(81%) 5: Presbyterian/Reformed
(78%) 6: Church of Christ/Campbellite
(77%) 7: Anglican/Episcopal/Church of England
(70%) 8: Lutheran
(66%) 9: Eastern Orthodox
(60%) 10: Baptist (non-Calvinistic)/Plymouth Brethren/Fundamentalist
(56%) 11: Anabaptist (Mennonite/Quaker etc.)
(55%) 12: Roman Catholic
(52%) 13: Seventh-Day Adventist
Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Music
So I borrowed a 12 string from my Uncle last week. In between that and the pedal I borrowed from Ray..
(Not actual equipmet).. my fingers have started to bleed!
From deep thought came the realization that music must be in my life in order to feel complete, so I've begun spending a bit more time with the instruments in my life. I thought of trying to find a local band to jam with, perhaps a weekend gig here and there just to have a chance to perform, but the last time I tried that the cops shut us down for being too loud so I've come up with a new plan.
Ejamming.com
Ejamming allows you to connect to musicians all over the world from the comfort of your living room. Realtime jam sessions using special software over the interweb! Only catch - you gotta buy a piece of hardware to take care of that nasty latency.
Goes for around $1000 or something so it will require some saving and dreaming!Friday, February 13, 2009
Apple of my Eye
Creative.Kind.Loving Mother.Amazing Wife. Lover.Strong.Intelligent.Beautiful.Unique.Passionate.Sweet.Individual.Parter.Selfless.Patient.Supportive.
Free Spirit.Interesting.Connected.Open.Loyal.Unbelievably Amazing Woman.Apple of my Eye.
Just a few words on the Love of my Life!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Fall
I enjoy writing in the fall. Reminds me of well.. writing in the fall, which is always a good time.
So we've lived in Dawson Creek for almost a year now; Martina and Tamara are back to school, Linden is almost a year old and I am still alive.
Moving has been a big part of our lives over the past year ( I have moved ALL our stuff 3 times) so we are hoping to stay in this place for a while!
Most of my job nowadays is sitting in my office listening in on conference calls - and occasionally participating. My office itself is not so bad, top floor of the hospital - attached bathroom and big window overlooking.. trees and stuff. No one bothers me, or tracks when I arrive or leave, and as long as all my tasks (minimal) are covered I don't even hear from my boss who works as an executive from another facility in another town.
The unfortunate reality is lack of job satisfaction.
My wonderful wife has suggested I work towards a degree! This way I could at least fill the time I am supposed to be at work with something productive. Great Idea! Only problem is.. what do I want to do when I grow up? I have been having difficulty selecting a 'program' that I think I'll be able to stay awake through. Doesn't school kind of sound boring? I am ready to try something else though!
In my time away from my 'day job' I have been working for a local contractor/friend. We have been building a spec house here in town! I've learned a lot and have been involved in almost every stage of the building up until now. ( just got the trusses on this weekend) There are some interesting/unique things about this particular building project! Working on site is a local architect who has designed the small ( 1000sq ft) house as his first residential project since graduating last year. Energy Efficiency is key nowadays and building green is the game. From potential solar power to an outside patio sliding door system this project is full of interesting ideas and cutting edge concepts. I'll post pictures as soon as I get some!
It's my turn to talk now.. back to the conf call.
Peece.
P
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Dolly Varden Nothing.
This weekend was interesting...
It started with a phone call,
Riiing
" Heeeey Pattycakes whats up?"
" oh, hey dude whats goin on?"
"Dolly Varden! Thats whats goin on man!, we're headin to Mackenzie! Pack your SHTuff and meet us at Duders!"
"Sweet. Um Let me call my wife."
Riiing
" Hi honey how are you?"
"Ok, kids cranky.. been a long day.."
"oh. um. So I got a call from Dude"
" and..?"
" Yea so he's going to mackenzie! to fish.. big Dolly's I guess.."
"Nice! Tell him to have fun!"
"yea so he invited me! Uh what do you think?"
.....Discussion ensue's......
Riing
"Hey Dude"
"yo!"
"see you in 20 dude!"
Off we went, with visions of 15lb fish easy for the picking right off the shore of the river. Little did we know what was in store for us.
Williston Lake
"SNNNOOoooReee"
"hey.. dude" kiCk" you're snoring"
"mumble muble"
"dude" KicK"Fork and Shutup man" ( I think thats what he said)
"wha?? " - I wake up ... apparently Tamara's not lying about my snoring...
7:30am or something we get up and have a hearty breakfast off Eggs, Bacon, Sausage, toast yogurt, melon, pineapple, oranges and coffee ( with Baileys of course)
9am
"Sooooo, wheoeeeow! Where do we catch the fish?"
" Oh It's about 1/2 hr up the lake if we pull your canoe with our BOAT"
"Yea thats a.. great idea!"
So 3 of us pile into the canoe, while 3 others get into the 14' aluminum with their 2 dogs, and off we go with nothing but a 9hp motor and big dreams.
After an hour of insane waves caused by the boat towing us coupled with the waves from the 200km long lake I was starting to get bored. The water was coming in slightly slower than we could bail it out so it wasn't much of a challenge..... I'm actually quite surprised the canoe didn't sink.. It's a good thing know what we're doing I thought...
The idea was to come out and fish.. but I was kind of tagging along.. in the tag along boat. SO unfortunately didnt have much say in what we did.
3 hours later we pull into the "Dolly Varden Garden" and start fishing! About the same time, the driver of the powerboat checks the gas level. Myeaaa..
" Oh SpIT!"
"what?"
" we have like less than half the gas left"
"o thats not good.. weather is getting worse"
"Yea we can't pull you guys back hey, we won't have enough gas"
"Dude we came like 30km.."
So we headed for land and started a fire while a few went in the motorboat to get more gas. After discussing how we would survive overnight if needed we all decided the first step was to take a nice nap since it wasn't raining yet. ( oh and in case you missed it. THere was no fish.)
Between naps, weapon fashioning and fishing for nothing the next 6 hours went by rather quickly. Meanwhile the 2 who left to get gas couldn't boat back as the weather was worsening and a tow back up the lake for 30k was out of the question.. They drove over 45km through logging roads and mudholes to get close to where we were. Fashioned a boat launch off a cliff to load the boat into the lake and dropped it in.
The hum of the boat was like music to our ears, they towed us across the bay and we loaded up.
So in the end it was too late to pack up camp that night so the 1 day trip turned into a 2 day trip and we never did catch any fish.....
I think next time I'll bring my own boat...
It started with a phone call,
Riiing
" Heeeey Pattycakes whats up?"
" oh, hey dude whats goin on?"
"Dolly Varden! Thats whats goin on man!, we're headin to Mackenzie! Pack your SHTuff and meet us at Duders!"
"Sweet. Um Let me call my wife."
Riiing
" Hi honey how are you?"
"Ok, kids cranky.. been a long day.."
"oh. um. So I got a call from Dude"
" and..?"
" Yea so he's going to mackenzie! to fish.. big Dolly's I guess.."
"Nice! Tell him to have fun!"
"yea so he invited me! Uh what do you think?"
.....Discussion ensue's......
Riing
"Hey Dude"
"yo!"
"see you in 20 dude!"
Off we went, with visions of 15lb fish easy for the picking right off the shore of the river. Little did we know what was in store for us.
Williston Lake
"SNNNOOoooReee"
"hey.. dude" kiCk" you're snoring"
"mumble muble"
"dude" KicK"Fork and Shutup man" ( I think thats what he said)
"wha?? " - I wake up ... apparently Tamara's not lying about my snoring...
7:30am or something we get up and have a hearty breakfast off Eggs, Bacon, Sausage, toast yogurt, melon, pineapple, oranges and coffee ( with Baileys of course)
9am
"Sooooo, wheoeeeow! Where do we catch the fish?"
" Oh It's about 1/2 hr up the lake if we pull your canoe with our BOAT"
"Yea thats a.. great idea!"
So 3 of us pile into the canoe, while 3 others get into the 14' aluminum with their 2 dogs, and off we go with nothing but a 9hp motor and big dreams.
After an hour of insane waves caused by the boat towing us coupled with the waves from the 200km long lake I was starting to get bored. The water was coming in slightly slower than we could bail it out so it wasn't much of a challenge..... I'm actually quite surprised the canoe didn't sink.. It's a good thing know what we're doing I thought...
The idea was to come out and fish.. but I was kind of tagging along.. in the tag along boat. SO unfortunately didnt have much say in what we did.
3 hours later we pull into the "Dolly Varden Garden" and start fishing! About the same time, the driver of the powerboat checks the gas level. Myeaaa..
" Oh SpIT!"
"what?"
" we have like less than half the gas left"
"o thats not good.. weather is getting worse"
"Yea we can't pull you guys back hey, we won't have enough gas"
"Dude we came like 30km.."
So we headed for land and started a fire while a few went in the motorboat to get more gas. After discussing how we would survive overnight if needed we all decided the first step was to take a nice nap since it wasn't raining yet. ( oh and in case you missed it. THere was no fish.)
Between naps, weapon fashioning and fishing for nothing the next 6 hours went by rather quickly. Meanwhile the 2 who left to get gas couldn't boat back as the weather was worsening and a tow back up the lake for 30k was out of the question.. They drove over 45km through logging roads and mudholes to get close to where we were. Fashioned a boat launch off a cliff to load the boat into the lake and dropped it in.
The hum of the boat was like music to our ears, they towed us across the bay and we loaded up.
So in the end it was too late to pack up camp that night so the 1 day trip turned into a 2 day trip and we never did catch any fish.....
I think next time I'll bring my own boat...
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Saturday, March 08, 2008
Good times
Monday, February 25, 2008
Nicely Done.
Yay! The house in Terrace is sold!. I feel rich again.
For now we are continuing to rent as the place we are at is fairly affordable and well.. we're already there!
Dawson Creek had brought many changes for me, I have friends again! I have a shop that I can hang out in with my new friends. I have my nice bike in my nice shop with my nice friends in nice dawson creek. Nice.
My family is wonderful, read about them here .
I Guess I'll get back to my nice job in the the nice hospital here in nice Dawson Creek.
Its a nice day out.
P
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, August 29, 2007
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Terrace is still here, so are we.. Getting ready for a few visits in the near future! Jay and Resse will be here near the end of the week and then mommy and daddy come on sunday!
Martina had a CT scan today as they think it is her adenoids affecting her sleep and breathing, it will be nice to have that all figured out. She performed excellently and was well deserving of her celibratory A&W.
Not much else to share, one of my 2 friends in town is moving to penticton Friday, so it will be just Uncle Claus and I for poker now!
Tamara is doing wonderful and her belly confirms she is definatley pregnant!
Spending my working time in Kitimat for the next little while and have already been enjoying myself there! The staff is eager to learn and easy to please as they are not used to having anyone come out there to help!
This freakin post is majorly disjointed and would be incredibly more so if I hadn't tried to semi-organize the words in my head into sentances.
Wierd.
Peece Owt
Martina had a CT scan today as they think it is her adenoids affecting her sleep and breathing, it will be nice to have that all figured out. She performed excellently and was well deserving of her celibratory A&W.
Not much else to share, one of my 2 friends in town is moving to penticton Friday, so it will be just Uncle Claus and I for poker now!
Tamara is doing wonderful and her belly confirms she is definatley pregnant!
Spending my working time in Kitimat for the next little while and have already been enjoying myself there! The staff is eager to learn and easy to please as they are not used to having anyone come out there to help!
This freakin post is majorly disjointed and would be incredibly more so if I hadn't tried to semi-organize the words in my head into sentances.
Wierd.
Peece Owt
Saturday, June 16, 2007
I found a sack of baby spiders on my deck railing yesterday.
My mind kicks into high gear, racing to react without screaming. I clear my throat to get my heart out and back away slowly towards the back door of the house. Once inside I scan the shelves searching for the box with the big nasty spider on it. Next to the box is a half full spray bottle.. Spider Ban. sweet. Now the box has all these signs that mean toxic and poisenous, use gloves blah blah blah. No time. I grap the bottle and start shooting as I leave the doorframe sending little orange babies to their writhing grave. I think I got most of them... but I wonder about the few that got away, somewhat altered from the noxious fumes. Perhaps they will become super spiders that eat through windows and climb on your face while you sleep.
I hope not.
My mind kicks into high gear, racing to react without screaming. I clear my throat to get my heart out and back away slowly towards the back door of the house. Once inside I scan the shelves searching for the box with the big nasty spider on it. Next to the box is a half full spray bottle.. Spider Ban. sweet. Now the box has all these signs that mean toxic and poisenous, use gloves blah blah blah. No time. I grap the bottle and start shooting as I leave the doorframe sending little orange babies to their writhing grave. I think I got most of them... but I wonder about the few that got away, somewhat altered from the noxious fumes. Perhaps they will become super spiders that eat through windows and climb on your face while you sleep.
I hope not.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
NW BC
So its pretty nice up here in the NW.. stays light until 10pm which leads to a lot of fishing.
No. I haven't caught anything yet. Hard to do serious angling with a 4 year old on board!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Friday, May 11, 2007
Driven
So I've sold my car. I guess I put alot of time and energy into it over the years.. not to mention the money!
Why do I feel my freedom has been ripped from my bosom? Tangible evidence of coolness has been removed from my now insignificant life. I mourn the loss like a loved one that has been sold out from under me. Shadows fill my thoughts. Dark shadows in the form of a Harley Davidson spewing fire out the dual exhaust pipes reviving my soul and infusing me with coolness.
Alas it seems it is not to be.
The slow trickle of lameness creeps in wherever it can, now one way.. now another. This time it is coming at full force, in the shape of a travel trailer.. every young mans fear.
When the time in your life comes to choose a travel trailer over a dream machine, the crossroads of coolness/lameness are set before you. Many have fallen where the dusty trail splits , choosing the one that does not fit their life... Perhaps attempting to steal back their youth or maybe just acting out childhood dreams. Maybe they are beaten down to unconciousness by their partners.. shaming them into submission and forcing them to go the way of the Travel Trailer.
This is a plea for help.
Do not let me be uncool.
Vote Harley.
Sincerely yours,
Patrick
Why do I feel my freedom has been ripped from my bosom? Tangible evidence of coolness has been removed from my now insignificant life. I mourn the loss like a loved one that has been sold out from under me. Shadows fill my thoughts. Dark shadows in the form of a Harley Davidson spewing fire out the dual exhaust pipes reviving my soul and infusing me with coolness.
Alas it seems it is not to be.
The slow trickle of lameness creeps in wherever it can, now one way.. now another. This time it is coming at full force, in the shape of a travel trailer.. every young mans fear.
When the time in your life comes to choose a travel trailer over a dream machine, the crossroads of coolness/lameness are set before you. Many have fallen where the dusty trail splits , choosing the one that does not fit their life... Perhaps attempting to steal back their youth or maybe just acting out childhood dreams. Maybe they are beaten down to unconciousness by their partners.. shaming them into submission and forcing them to go the way of the Travel Trailer.
This is a plea for help.
Do not let me be uncool.
Vote Harley.
Sincerely yours,
Patrick
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Surprising update on Mr Morka
Apparently it turns out Mr Morka was under Alien Mind Control and is an ok dude.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Dreams?
_____***_____***_____***_____***_____***_____***
.... http://zanitram.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html
.... http://zanitram.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html
My blood chills and I let the tile slap down causing Mr Morka to jerk his body around and yell something unintelligible into the phone. I hear crashing and movement and suddenly a large ice pick comes through the tile beside me, weakening the support system my body is perched on and I crash down to the floor losing consciousness.
_____***_____***_____***_____***_____***_____***
I wake with a start, in bed, still dressed in my pajamas, light streaming through my window gently soothing sleeps dark story. I roll over and let out a soft groan, the memories still so real, I can still feel the rush of wind as I fall from the ceiling, I can see the rusted point of a menacing ice pick pierce the crumbling fiberglass tile beside my head and it shakes me to my very core.
Life continues and the hospital is oblivious to what is lurking beneath the surface. I can find no trace of what I know to be true, but each time I happen across the dimly lit workshop Mr Morka gives me an odd smile and twirls his ice pick innocently...
.... http://zanitram.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html
.... http://zanitram.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html
My blood chills and I let the tile slap down causing Mr Morka to jerk his body around and yell something unintelligible into the phone. I hear crashing and movement and suddenly a large ice pick comes through the tile beside me, weakening the support system my body is perched on and I crash down to the floor losing consciousness.
_____***_____***_____***_____***_____***_____***
I wake with a start, in bed, still dressed in my pajamas, light streaming through my window gently soothing sleeps dark story. I roll over and let out a soft groan, the memories still so real, I can still feel the rush of wind as I fall from the ceiling, I can see the rusted point of a menacing ice pick pierce the crumbling fiberglass tile beside my head and it shakes me to my very core.
Life continues and the hospital is oblivious to what is lurking beneath the surface. I can find no trace of what I know to be true, but each time I happen across the dimly lit workshop Mr Morka gives me an odd smile and twirls his ice pick innocently...
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