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!

Trrransformers!!

Find out which Transformer you are at LiquidGeneration!

Harley Davidson

2001 Sportster 1200 Custom.

Need I say more.

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

Surprising update on Mr Morka

Apparently it turns out Mr Morka was under Alien Mind Control and is an ok dude.

Dreams?

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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.

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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...

I rest my case.

Dried up overnight.

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