Good Ol car

Freakin truck broke.


A wire from the battery to the starter or something.. in english: $166 plus $75 labour.
The good news; I talked to PG ford and they will pay for half!

The part had to be ordered, so reluctantly (in a twisting of rubber arm sort of way) I put my secksy car on the road! It's sure feels nice, the power of the 4banger dropped onto the asphalt on extra low pro wide tires while the rumbly exhaust brags of phantom power.

In the end I guess it will be nice to have 2 vehicles on the road again so T can mosey off to Kitimat or Rupert for the day without me if it strikes her fancy to do so.

The question is.. Who drives what?

Tat

So I've been absent of late. Only online though!





In 'RL' I've been busy busy busy.



I like dolphins ok!!







While attending a conference in Victoria this past week I had a little bit of down time and as I wandered the twisting streets I stumbled upon a quaint little tattoo shop aptly named Paradise ( Pair -0- Dice)





In approximately an hour and a quarter I was inked in a most manly and fashionable way.




What a punk hey?


I also recieved an expensive haircut from suki's in vancouver and I now sport a dashing fro to go along with the tunnel in my earlobe. Yes Th3k1m sure knows how to show you a good time!




It is good to be back with my fabulous wife and small child. I do enjoy travelling but next time they are coming with me!!
I would write more but Its early, and I'm lame. So, until next time, when I get home to terrace. ( in the peeg for another day or 2)

Peece Owt

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Good times

Good times indeed.

A lot has happened since my last blogging update!

Main points.

Went to Calgary and visited Carmen and Jer. Had a really good time and bought a whole new wardrobe! (which I've never done before so it was quite the experience) We played into the Wii Hours of the morning, bowling, tennis, golf and zelda!

Came to PG ( still here..leavin in the mornin!)

Bought a truck!!

2001 F150 supercab xlt

So it's been a good start to the new year, everyone is in good health and will soon all be in the truck.

Peece Owt

I-Am-A-Hot-Ro-bot

And so it begins, a new year.

Yogurt is on the left and coffee on the right of my laptop that sits in front of me a little higher than usual due to the new elevated table. I ponder what to write, I know it's about time to update my piece of the interweb but nothing substantial comes to mind. ( Not that it's stopped me before.. I usually just write something abstract or semi-witty) But today there doesn't seem to be a way to break through that thinking level into the deeper "writing level".. perhaps that is the problem! Is there supposed to be 2 layers? And just like that, countless scenes of Sex&The City flash through my mind where the main character always is asking retorical questions.. The city part of that sentance reminded me I will be doing some travelling soon!


Jan 13th - FLy to Calgary to see Ma Seester
Jan 16th - Fly home to see ma Wife
Jan 19th - Drive to PG with the Family for a wedding (Stay with Bro and his Wife )
Jan 23rd - Drive home!

Feb 10th- Fly to Vancouver to see Canucks game!! ( still in the works)( Th3K1m for 3 days?)
Feb 13th- Fly to Victoria for a Nursing Informatics conference (Family drives to PG)
Feb 18th - Fly back to PG to hang with the fam.
Feb 23rd - Drive to Dawson to see T's sister
Feb 26th - Drive to Burns
Feb 27th - Drive home

This is a private schedule though.. so please don't go posting it on the internet or something!

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Work

It's going ok, Had a good phone call with my personal/professional developer yesterday to get motivated to accomplish something this year!
Workload is light, which is tentativly good....

The child

She's freakin HuGe! ( say with scottish accent)

M sits to my right, (careful not to tip my coffe) reading books while eating breakfast. ( I loved doing that as a kid) Of course she isn't quite at the reading level yet, which lends to some very interesting stories about the pictures.

M's (toy)story.



Teddy says its a great day to go out to the summer park. All of the other animals agreed.
Your blocking the summer path!@!
They found the swing with summer on it and the slide with summer on it.
And everything was hot.
Everyone agreed but they didn't think when they got there it would be that hot.
So the clown said I can go on the monkey bars,I can't says clown
Clown says thats too hot for him.
Train says its too hot for his pipe! He cant move a sound! and is boring as suck. ( I stopped her for a second "Don't say suck M")
Monkey monkey monkey monkey had a tree in the apple, but he said it was too hot but its ok here.
Dino says too hot to build a sandcastle but the cars can drive on it
I- Am - A - Hot - Ro-Bot, I-like-flow-ers.

A duck in the water said i can do a swim swim in a triangle in a hot swim and he tries tries tries but cannot get it, it is too hot for me I am a duck.

Everyone says what will we do at this hot swimming park it is too hot and we cannot do anything but sit in the cooold hot winter summer eve and wait then go home. But dolly came by. It's to hot for me and took them to her house and they had a Teaset!
Thats how it goes at the summer hot park.

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CO2 filled hobby.

Found my hobby.
? cmon dude its been forever.. remember back in '05 when I was askin for help? Then again last year I requested assistance in scaring away the boredom monster! Well I've done it.

Paintball.

Shoot other people.


Superfun! So I hooked up with all the paintball necessities for around $400 or so and started shootin. T's uncle unwrapped a gun on christmas eve (they do the german thing) So head to head combat was ineveitable.

I Pwned him btw.


So apparently there is a paintball park in Terrace.. Once I get good enough I'll be sure to look it up, pwn some noobs with my shadowbane. This sport will keep me entertained, help to get me in shape and I shall aquire more skills needed by the Millenium Ninja's of our age.

Anyhoo.. Haven't blogged much lately, not sure what thats all about. I;m blaming it on too much family, too many new toys and plain laziness.

Can't wait for that projector to get here.. and the 16,000 paintballs I ordered.. oh the new table T bought too.. thats exciting. OH AND KIM IS GONNA COME VISIT!!!

:)

Peece owt

Forest Ninjas

My saturday started out like most saturdays,

" Dad wake up. dad, dad . dad."
"Honey can you get up with her?"
"snooooore"

"ok M, I'm coming, go play with your cat for an hour and I'll be right there"

And then it clicks, I bounce out of bed and into my snow gear while jamming at the coffee pot buttons. Rice crispies splatter the floor as I 'cook' breakfast for the little gaffer, cringing as I feel the creepy pops under my feet. My mind is focusing although the world wouldn't know it, seeing only the whirlwind of activity that the rising sun demands.

Today. is Forest Ninja day.

The only day of the year I get to dress up and hunt the forest, tracking sap and wielding a bright orange Axe, wreaking havoc as I slyly pounce through the underbrush. Tree's tremble at my peircing eyes, my sturdy hand and righteous justice. Tales of the mighty forest Ninjas fly on the wind from branch to branch, conjuring up images of angry bundles of firepower slashing baby tree's without conscience.

As my faithful brethren arrive high up on proud steeds I say my farewells, to Maiden and princess alike, not knowing if this will be the last time our eyes will meet....

Sniff, Dodge, Flinch.

Sniff, Dodge, Flinch.

We see the sentry tree's posted high atop steep rock faces as we scale in a catlike fashion up the slippery shale. Fear is the furthest thing from our minds as we climb past discarded deer hooves and the remains of recent battles in the snow push us on.

Atttackkk!!! We spread out in formation around the might Oak Beast and selectivly swing and dodge as its mighty branches sweep out to decimate the little ninjais.

As the sun sets over the Skeena River, falling behind a majestic backdrop of whitcapped mountain peaks, we regale each other with mighty tales of Ole. Storing Todays mighty feats for next year, when our tale will be taller than the cliff we sit on.

Livin Large!

We are now Adults

George is at it again.

Nifty.

Tamara's uncle came by last night, shortly after the wind had settled down, finished with its snow dune making and driveway filling fury. He came by with a snowblower. I've never actually used one before last night, still haven''t to tell you the truth. He was nice enough to completely clear the entire driveway for me in 10 minutes, probably would have taken me months! ( anyone who has been to my house in the winter can attest to that!)








My teacher in 6th grade taught me not to use the word 'nice' when describing things in writing. What if something is nice? Am I supposed to conform and change my scribed vocabulary decisions to socially acceptable terminologies? It's a point I've pondered more times than not, and those quick at math will notice that is a lot of time (ray). Which brings me to my point! Who wrote the script for that subway commercial? oooo! This sandwich is GOooood. Oh.. its not nice. my bad. heh... Well good was like one of those.. 'unwriteable' words as well, the words that would get you an a- or god forbid, a b+. ( can you imagine carmen?)



The other thing I'm unsettled about today is the neglect we can find in the bed industry. I've expected the bed industry to pump a little more money, time and effort into advancing the technologies available to us. Options now, are pretty much, Foam, water or feathers.
We spend many years in our beds, almost as much time as I spend on pondering whether or not to write with nice, and still no significant jumps in bed technology.
I am looking for some sort of cocoon style rem server that biologically ( or perhaps just electronically) repairs/improves our bodies while we sleep. Why is that too much to ask for? We know of certain things that will help our skin/circulation or other parts of the body. We also know how to make nifty containers for pretty much anything. Why haven't we put the two together? All I can say to the Industry Leaders in Bed making is... Nice. Nice guys. Way to go and let us all down.

Peece Owt.

I lean with my back against the wall. Today was supposed to be easy, just a quick check in at the office, enjoy a coffee and then head to the indoor golf range.
doesn't look like I'll be working the irons today though' I mutter under my breath as I pick my head off the concrete wall and move towards the cafeteria.
I scan each area of the hospital quickly and am back to the main entrance in under 10 minutes, my futile search ending where I started out. Uneasy doesn't begin to describe the feeling as my eyes drift, as if in slow motion, to the front door where shiny chains are strung through the handles effectively trapping me in. My heart starts to pound as I quietly head back down the hallway, checking for an unlocked door but only the windowless bathroom is open. I slip in and check the stalls to ensure I'm alone and once satisfied I sit on the counter and try to think.

Drop-Ceiling.

In most retail/business buildings there is no solid ceiling, a false one is created so there is easy access to cabling, pipes and lighting. There is a crawl space large enough for me to fit! I jump up on the toilet and climb onto the top of the metal divider. Into the musty ceiling and through a tangle of wires I go and then softly settle the tile into place after me. The dim lighting makes it hard to navigate but raw determination to survive drives me on, my thoughts just earlier spread through my head and 7 layers out, now intensely focused in on one objective.
Get out Alive.

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I can see Mr Morka through the thin slit I've created by slightly raising the edge of a ceiling tile. His balding head shaking as he spits Russian into the grime covered telephone, definitely convincing me he isn't all that happy with his day. As the conversation comes to an end he sits down and switches to English, talking in slow deliberate tones.
" Ven I ordered da hit I vas only sinking of da brosahood.'
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.

Unfinished basement

Doesn't take long around here to fill up with snow! Started last night some time and covered up everything.

Good thing we still have somewhere to drive that jeep!




Walking to work in this doesn't look very fun.. sounded better on paper when I decided not to reinsure my car for the winter.. just park it I said.. sure! I'll walk to work.. it'll be great! What was I thinking?


Dentist today.. first appointment in a long time.. I better not have to get that flouride stuff. I think you only get it when you are a kid but they might get confused when I start playing with the 10cent toys and make me take flouride before taking my rubber ball home... I'll let you all know how it goes.

Ok I know I've asked for hobbies before on here... but I'm really lookin for some good suggestions today ok? This is the situation. I dont like the gym. I would like something active to do with my time. I looked for Rec hockey leagues online but couldn't find anything.. not that I can play hockey particularly well. And swimming is out of the question.. you have to get wet all time. Yoga is for gay men.

Help me find my active activity.. or just any activity for that matter! My choices so far are online poker or video games on the xbox.


Martina says HI.

P

I am a kool dad

Early christmas!!

















Got it put together... with a little help.

Super-cool princess!

I'm OUttta here!!

Do this

There is a new virus out.

DO this so you dont get infected..

Tools- Options- Use Current.

Click ok.


Peece Owt

Mr Morka

Tired hinges creak and echo through the workshop as I step inside Mr. Morka's lair. The Russian engineer is hard to understand but apparently knows his stuff, so we put up with the gutteral G's and the neverending V words ( vas is dees? My GGGrandma vould do dis verk betta!)
Just as I had suspected the shop is empty so I move quickly to where the keys are stored. An electrical panel with a false backing that unlocks by flipping the right sequence of breakers is all that stands in my way now. 62748902. The door opens and I pump the air like I just made a 42 foot putt for birdie. 'The old code still works' I laugh internally with a smile on my face.

"Vat de Hell are you doink?" A voice booms from behind me.
"Uh, Security check" I smoothly reply (stammer) to the short round man as I start to sweat.
Mr Morka narrows his eyes and then a like a light coming on he chortles: "Dat vladimir! E is a sneaky one eh! Alvays checkink on me!"
I join in the laughter and slam the panel shut and slap Mr Morka on the back. "You guessed it Mr M. you guessed it.." My hands are still shaking and I wonder why I don't just tell the truth.
"Do you know vere everyvone is today?"
"I was about to ask you the same question"
"Dere is only vone tink ve can do. Ve Must call in de professional!"
"I'm not sure we need your sharpshooter brother just yet, let's just try to find out whats going on ok?"


I leave Mr Morka and slip into the dimly lit hallway, determined to find out what is going on. The smell of bleach was overpowering when he had entered the room, and I suspect he may have something to do with why the hospital is so quiet today.

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Silence

I turn off my car and get out as the dynomax performance exhaust settles and stops its delightful rumbling. I've had to park in the lower lot which has significantly diminished the awe of the surrounding mountain view, for now I have to walk up the never ending monastery like steps to get inside to the warmth of Mills Memorial Hospital.
The eerie silence greets me like a stranger entering a bar in a small town, granted, my entrance is without the stares and snickers one might encounter at Harry's ol Beer Barn but the lobby is normally alive with crying kids, moaning sick and dripping babies, especially when the parking lot is full like this. I pinch myself and feel nothing, but that's because I'm superhuman. Ok it hurt a little bit, and I keep moving past hemodialysis where 10 patients are normally seated, passing the time as the phlebotomy procedure toils on endlessly. But not today. The seats are empty, machines silent and no nursing staff in sight.
I start to feel uneasy, wondering what could possibly have happened to lull the building to sleep. As I turn the corner and pass by the elevators my shoe squeaks on the shiny waxed floor, indicating the night shift staff were busy as usual last night, scrubbing the thousands of square footage by hand ( the machines broke last fall and we're still fundraising to have them repaired.. darn government cutbacks).
No sounds come from behind the doors in OR, Recovery or staffing and I choose not to look, but continue through to admin where I spend most of my days training the nursing staff computer skills and shuffling through the never-ending layers of political emails and voicemails.
The doors are locked, normally wide open by now inviting staff to come and complain about the lack of staffing or surplus of patients. The only option now is to backtrack and visit engineering to get a key, although if the rest of the hospital is any indication, I'll be on my own once I get there.
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My room has no windows

The Skeena valley chill whips through my bones as I step out of the door and into the cold harsh reality we call life. The frost is thick, clinging to every stone, branch and windshield causing me to wish we'd chosen a warmer city. The breathtaking view slowly warms me, my frosty eyelashes taking in the fresh snowy mountains and glistening tree's between them and I. At least there isn't any snow yet I think to myself as I start the car and back out cautiously onto the road. A gear slips as my car starts up the daily short steep climb and wonder why I don't drive the other way to work. The dull yellow light of the Tim Hortons sign answers that thought quickly as I pick up speed to ensure I don't get too far back in the drive-through lineup.
What are so many people doing up this early anyway? I pull into the parking lot and decide to skip the busy drive through today and settle for the ancient Hospital coffee machine mud.
I usually enjoy the drive to work, I get to catch a bit of news and perhaps get a catchy tune stuck in my head for the remainder of the day.. but today as I arrive I notice there are no parking spots open and the new Colin James song is forgotten. The lot is usually half empty and a full parking lot always means some sort of disaster has struck........

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I've noticed a difference as of late. Responses monotonous, lack of significant activity in others lives, as well as my own. The winter 'blahs' have arrived. The time of year that sucks the very life out of us and drys up our minds, our bodies and our motivation. So I've decided to start a mini blog novel to give us all something to look forward too.. something closer than summer.
What you just read was a preview of great things to come.. or at least.. things to come.

Beyond writing I have been busy with other things;

Winter is starting to look a little better...

P.

Dark all day

Today it was dark all day.. Didn't get much lighter at any point than PG look like at 4:30pm.. sort of dusky looking.. overcast with scattered showers.

Our office equipment is currently being installed into our new office! yay! No more working off the edge of a small round meeting table meant for coffee and small descisions, No more clutter causing papers and piles of assorted pens plastering the small space I've pee'd around. At last I shall have some organization and plenty of desk space to setup my little plastic toys that capture my attention when paperwork is slow.

Just got back from my trip to PG. Spent most of the time either at work or painting the old house. ( still hasen't sold yet!) It's good to be back and I don't think I'll be leaving again anytime soon as it was quite painfull not seeing my girls for a week!

I heard it was snowing in PG today..meheh.. mwahah. HAHAHAHAHAH.. (this is funny hey kim?) Yea.. as the famous phrase goes.. 'sucks to be you'

I feel my writing is rather boring today, lethargic and labourous it comes, slowly at first and then picks up speed, but the content is lacking.. lacking indeed. That is all for now then.

P

Fall

Snice weather hey?


Spent last week in an interesting team meeting, learned some and got to know my co-workers a bit better. The week was too busy though, not much rest and too many visits.. I'll be in town for the end of next week (alone most likely) and plan on not spending to many nights out!
The freakin bear got into our garbage again and we came home to it strewn across the vacant lot next door... Exciting huh?
Today is a slow motion day.. whack yo. Everything I do is sort of delayed and fuzzy.. maybe it has something to do with bailing on the merry go round yesterday! I was Just given'er running around pushing M on the thing and I decided to jump on for a ride.. The force of my slightly overweight belly gave the aparatus a mini turbo boost, which sent me sprawling head over heels into the next bar with 'great force'.. My arm is sluggish today, bruised at the elbow and whining for attention.. But.. T gave me Th3K1m Speech.. ' suck it up princess' And sucking it up I am. Honestly, its not bad compared to the slice along Tamara's forehead she got from standing up into the cupboard when putting groceries away! OOUch.!

Oh. I bought a HD starchoice reciever and they're hooking it up on friday.. just in time for the next canucks game! Wohoo!! I hope T decides to cook a turkey that day.. gosh thatd be nice.. :)
(hint... hint...)

On monday we headed out to my wonderful wife's aunty's house for turkey dinner. They had so much food it was funny! at least 6 pies, buns, carrots, peas, corn, brocolli, salad, turkey (with cranberry sauce), homemade stuffing, mashed potatoes ( with gravy) and the list goes on. Needless to say we stuffed ourselves fuller than the turkey was and waddled home. The only bad thing about not doing turkey dinner at your house??.... no leftovers.

The golf season is almost over, frost slowly choking the life out of the lushious green grass, cold wind washing over the greens, robbing them of any progress they have made over the summer. The driving ranges must still be open, the fake rubber grass does not feel the angry weather, it laughs at winter's feeble attempt to oppress the mighty golf ball cleaner upper machine thingy. But victory will be short-lived.. Air support has been called in, and when the tiny white warriors land, we will be all but finished. Finished until the sun rises again, healing the wounds and crushing the evil enemy, paving the way for golfers once again. Oh how I long for that day, that warm day in like,, april or may or whatever. It'sa gonna be sweet.


P.

Gettin settled

So why not take a trip to pg?

Finally we've moved the majority of our things -well some of them anyway- to Terrace. We know our garbage day, met the mail lady and found the closest beer store.. so we're all set.

So next week we'll be in the peeg, main reason is for work, I get to hang with Big G and the crew at HSBC. But we plan on kickin it with the locals too! Really get in there and see the culture you know? It's really what travelling is all about.. experience the place.!! Pretty much filled up the week already but if you feel you have some authetic PG culture that we need to see just drop me a line!

Kool thing about a small town? You could get them to put just about anything on your ID card!