I have absolutely no clue as to what I need to do.
Here I am, hoping to get into the army. I've done most of the required preliminary work, all that's left is the actual fitness test. Here in lies my quandary.
I'm 5' 10 3/4" tall, 232 lb. For my height, I should only be 170 pounds. That means I need to lose 60 pounds.
"Go on a diet, you idiot!"
Yeah, right. Which one? It's not that I don't have the will power to stick to a diet. It's a lack of finances. Everything I've read tells me that eating FRESH FOODS is the best way to shed pounds with regular exercise. I can't afford to but a head of lettuce every other day. I'm stuck with processed crap because I need food to last at least 2 weeks.
Hell, I can't even afford to get Slimfast. The shakes need too much milk and a box of 6 bars won't last long. I'll have to double check the price of them. At least I'd be sure to get more balanced diet.
The next thing I'm having problems with is finding a workout routine. I need something to help me build strength for push-ups and chin ups. Can I find anything online? HELL NO!
I guess this means I'm off to the library to find some fitness/anatomy books.
Oh hell. I almost forgot. I have to take Logan to the dentist in the morning. He needs to get a cavity filled, or as the dental assistant put it, "He needs to get the sugar bugs out of your mouth."
Sweet Jesus, I'll need a drink by 10:00 am.
Monday, June 28, 2004
Saturday, June 26, 2004
Pride and Patience
Lets start with patience.
Today at the local mall, Dora the Explorer made an appearance. Having a four year old son we had little choice but to take him.
Dora was to be there from 11:00 am to 2:00 pm, near the food court. The layout of the mall is kind of like a square donut, a ring of stores on the exterior wall, and a core of stores at the center. The line up started at the stage (food court) wound it's way along the exterior stores almost back to the food court again. Now, the mall is used for indoor walking before the stores open, you follow the exterior wall exactly you'll walk 1 mile. We got to the mall at 10:30 am and waited at about the 1/2 mile mark. That's a SHITLOAD of kids.
Me, Logan and the famous Dora the Explorer!
I was quite impressed, very few cranky kids were there. By noon we had advanced to the 1/4 mile mark and still all but the youngest kids (under 2) were still very well behaved. Mine included. We finally got to the stage at 1:00 pm. I still can't believe that we spent 2.5 hours in line for 30 seconds on stage with a geek in a costume. The things we do for our kids!
Now for the Pride.
Friday we went to my moms to do the laundry. When we got there I wandered into my grandmothers living room to she how she was doing. She was doing a cross stitch so I took a look around.
She's a typical old lady, all her stuff is this old antique type stuff, Hummel figurines, clocks, that sort of stuff. But the one thing I ALWAYS, look at is something on her wall.
I don't know exactly what to call it. She has a box on the wall, with a glass front, like a frame. Inside, centered from left to right, but above the mid point from top to bottom is a photo of my grandfather. It was taken shortly after he entered the army, but before he went over seas. Below the image is a small plaque with his birth year, and the year of his passing, as well as the years he served in the military. Below the plaque are his medals, and surrounding the picture are his pins. It looks fantastic and it's a wonderful way to remember him.
I also found out that these items were offered to my uncle, my mom's brother, and he refused them. I can't understand why. My grandmother said, "I guess he just wasn't proud of his father." That just crushed me. I told her I'd be honored and would love to have it hanging in my home. I think she was ready to cry when I said that.
It also got me thinking about my dad's dad. I'm going to call my other grandma at the beginning of July (more long distance minutes for my phone plan) and see if she still has all of grandpa medals. I like to have a display for him in my home as well.
Once I have them both, they'll be passed down to Logan, along with a third. The third won't be ready for sometime, at least not until I'm done my years in the army. I just hope I get in and can do the memory of both of these men proud.
Today at the local mall, Dora the Explorer made an appearance. Having a four year old son we had little choice but to take him.
Dora was to be there from 11:00 am to 2:00 pm, near the food court. The layout of the mall is kind of like a square donut, a ring of stores on the exterior wall, and a core of stores at the center. The line up started at the stage (food court) wound it's way along the exterior stores almost back to the food court again. Now, the mall is used for indoor walking before the stores open, you follow the exterior wall exactly you'll walk 1 mile. We got to the mall at 10:30 am and waited at about the 1/2 mile mark. That's a SHITLOAD of kids.
Me, Logan and the famous Dora the Explorer!
I was quite impressed, very few cranky kids were there. By noon we had advanced to the 1/4 mile mark and still all but the youngest kids (under 2) were still very well behaved. Mine included. We finally got to the stage at 1:00 pm. I still can't believe that we spent 2.5 hours in line for 30 seconds on stage with a geek in a costume. The things we do for our kids!
Now for the Pride.
Friday we went to my moms to do the laundry. When we got there I wandered into my grandmothers living room to she how she was doing. She was doing a cross stitch so I took a look around.
She's a typical old lady, all her stuff is this old antique type stuff, Hummel figurines, clocks, that sort of stuff. But the one thing I ALWAYS, look at is something on her wall.
I don't know exactly what to call it. She has a box on the wall, with a glass front, like a frame. Inside, centered from left to right, but above the mid point from top to bottom is a photo of my grandfather. It was taken shortly after he entered the army, but before he went over seas. Below the image is a small plaque with his birth year, and the year of his passing, as well as the years he served in the military. Below the plaque are his medals, and surrounding the picture are his pins. It looks fantastic and it's a wonderful way to remember him.
I also found out that these items were offered to my uncle, my mom's brother, and he refused them. I can't understand why. My grandmother said, "I guess he just wasn't proud of his father." That just crushed me. I told her I'd be honored and would love to have it hanging in my home. I think she was ready to cry when I said that.
It also got me thinking about my dad's dad. I'm going to call my other grandma at the beginning of July (more long distance minutes for my phone plan) and see if she still has all of grandpa medals. I like to have a display for him in my home as well.
Once I have them both, they'll be passed down to Logan, along with a third. The third won't be ready for sometime, at least not until I'm done my years in the army. I just hope I get in and can do the memory of both of these men proud.
Sunday, June 20, 2004
OOWWIEEE!
So...It's been dull. Nothing and I mean NOTHING happened on Thursday.
Friday I went to my moms after taking Logan to school. Mom and my stepdad are replacing their wood deck with a brick patio. I was selected to be the wheelman. Wheelbarrow man that is.
I was led to believe that I'd be doing a bit of shoveling and dumping the dirt.
First we had to remove the last bit of the deck.
After consulting the "not to scale" drawing of the back yard, supplied by Bell Canada, we still had no idea where the phone line was. We started digging anyway. The first shovel full I thought I had found it was only a tree root. The first of many.
After five hours I had moved 6 wheelbarrows of dirt over 100 yards, mostly uphill. It was 25°C+ , with high humidity. I was pushing the envelope for heat exhaustion. I was glad I had to go to my sons father's day bbq at school.
Swallowing two hamburgers in two bites apiece is not recommended. Especially when you have to play on the slide afterwards.
I just finished reading Eye in the Sky by Philip K. Dick, also know for Minority Report. Very strange stuff. It made sit and wonder if this is the real world, something someone else came up with, or a prison of my own making.
Now that I'm done that, I'm perusing a book called Canadian Government in Transition Second Edition by Robert J. Jackson and Doreen Jackson.
I hate politics. I've never followed it. Not even for the student council elections in high school. But with an election coming up on June 28. I figure a little knowledge would help me to make a choice. I think I may have been wrong, at least with my book selection. Don't get me wrong, for basic information the book is fine. What I'm looking for though is a book or website that lists which party was in power for what years, promises made and what promises where kept and which were broken.
I've been to the party websites, Liberal, Conservative, and NDP, and read their party platforms. It's all good to know what they want to do. One even states how the current Liberal Government has failed to do whatever. I expected that. Mudslinging is part of politics. The only concern I have with the Liberals is their lack of a stance on the Canadian Military. The PC and NDP state they plan on bolstering funds to all military areas. With me trying to get into the army, that's important to me.
Other areas I want addressed are low-income housing, lower drug costs, more doctors, more educational funding. Most of this is covered in the platforms, but again it doesn't tell me how they did in the past. Everyone I've talked to seems to be leaning towards the Liberals, and based on my own research (limited though it is) so am I.
Now that the political stuff is dealt with, on to something related. Discrimination.
Now I'm not talking about race, or religion. I noticed this on Friday. With Father's Day coming up I received an invitation to my sons school bbq on Monday. I was looking forward to it, so was Carrie. More so because she was unable to attend the Mother's Day breakfast because of an appointment with a medical specialist.
When we mentioned this to the school staff we were told that it was for fathers only.
This got me thinking. This isn't exactly fair to the kids. What if all the have is a mom? They're now singled out. Same with Mother's day for those that are a dad only family.
They should abolish both Mother and Father's day. Set up a new day of recognition. Simply call it Parent's Day. This way ALL kids can feel good about it, even those with same sex parents.
Friday I went to my moms after taking Logan to school. Mom and my stepdad are replacing their wood deck with a brick patio. I was selected to be the wheelman. Wheelbarrow man that is.
I was led to believe that I'd be doing a bit of shoveling and dumping the dirt.
First we had to remove the last bit of the deck.
After consulting the "not to scale" drawing of the back yard, supplied by Bell Canada, we still had no idea where the phone line was. We started digging anyway. The first shovel full I thought I had found it was only a tree root. The first of many.
After five hours I had moved 6 wheelbarrows of dirt over 100 yards, mostly uphill. It was 25°C+ , with high humidity. I was pushing the envelope for heat exhaustion. I was glad I had to go to my sons father's day bbq at school.
Swallowing two hamburgers in two bites apiece is not recommended. Especially when you have to play on the slide afterwards.
I just finished reading Eye in the Sky by Philip K. Dick, also know for Minority Report. Very strange stuff. It made sit and wonder if this is the real world, something someone else came up with, or a prison of my own making.
Now that I'm done that, I'm perusing a book called Canadian Government in Transition Second Edition by Robert J. Jackson and Doreen Jackson.
I hate politics. I've never followed it. Not even for the student council elections in high school. But with an election coming up on June 28. I figure a little knowledge would help me to make a choice. I think I may have been wrong, at least with my book selection. Don't get me wrong, for basic information the book is fine. What I'm looking for though is a book or website that lists which party was in power for what years, promises made and what promises where kept and which were broken.
I've been to the party websites, Liberal, Conservative, and NDP, and read their party platforms. It's all good to know what they want to do. One even states how the current Liberal Government has failed to do whatever. I expected that. Mudslinging is part of politics. The only concern I have with the Liberals is their lack of a stance on the Canadian Military. The PC and NDP state they plan on bolstering funds to all military areas. With me trying to get into the army, that's important to me.
Other areas I want addressed are low-income housing, lower drug costs, more doctors, more educational funding. Most of this is covered in the platforms, but again it doesn't tell me how they did in the past. Everyone I've talked to seems to be leaning towards the Liberals, and based on my own research (limited though it is) so am I.
Now that the political stuff is dealt with, on to something related. Discrimination.
Now I'm not talking about race, or religion. I noticed this on Friday. With Father's Day coming up I received an invitation to my sons school bbq on Monday. I was looking forward to it, so was Carrie. More so because she was unable to attend the Mother's Day breakfast because of an appointment with a medical specialist.
When we mentioned this to the school staff we were told that it was for fathers only.
This got me thinking. This isn't exactly fair to the kids. What if all the have is a mom? They're now singled out. Same with Mother's day for those that are a dad only family.
They should abolish both Mother and Father's day. Set up a new day of recognition. Simply call it Parent's Day. This way ALL kids can feel good about it, even those with same sex parents.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Aptitude testing complete!
I knew it was going to be an early morning for the last few days. I even went to bed early, 9:00pm to be exact. Yet 5:30 am still came horribly early.
I was up thirty minutes before my alarm was set to go off. No biggie. I did my thing in the washroom. I had a breakfast that consisted of a bowl of Rice Crispies and two cups of coffee. Not bad at 6:00am.
My mother picked us up a little before 7:00am. We packed ourselves into he van and were off. Aside form a babbling four year old the trip was uneventful.
I got to the Recruitment center at 8:00, went in found out how long it was supposed to take, was given $50.00, and sent to a waiting room. There were only a couple of other people there.
I filled out a survey they gave me. Finally at 8:30 they came to get me for the aptitude testing. 45 minutes later the testing was done and it was back to the waiting room.
Next step was the medical exam. It wasn't too bad. I did the eye test, and need to get a new lens for my right eye. The hearing test was not what I expected, or at least the results weren't. In the higher frequencies, cell phone rings, dog whistles, etc my hearing is fine. In the lower frequencies, like human speech I have some minor hearing loss.
Other odd things found were that my left knee is loose. The tendons are weak. The arches of my feet are slightly fallen, and my inner thigh muscles are a little weak. My blood pressure is a little high as well, but the figure it's the stress of the interview. But the weirdest thing is a canker sore. Not so weird in and of itself, but because of where it was found. On my uvula. You know, the little punching bag at the back of your throat.
So now it's back to a waiting game. I have to get some papers signed by my family doctor and get them back to Kingston. Once they have the papers, they send my file to the review committee(3 people that view 27,000+ applications per year). Once they have the file it's a MINIMUM of 4 weeks, average of 6 (longest seen was 1 year), before they contact me to do the fitness testing. GOD! Here I was hoping to be in boot camp by the end of July. It could be September to next June before I go.
So, what to do? I guess I'm going to spend more time in the gym and see if I can find a crap-ass part time job just so I have something to do.
That, and I'm going to keep up this annoying blog.
I was up thirty minutes before my alarm was set to go off. No biggie. I did my thing in the washroom. I had a breakfast that consisted of a bowl of Rice Crispies and two cups of coffee. Not bad at 6:00am.
My mother picked us up a little before 7:00am. We packed ourselves into he van and were off. Aside form a babbling four year old the trip was uneventful.
I got to the Recruitment center at 8:00, went in found out how long it was supposed to take, was given $50.00, and sent to a waiting room. There were only a couple of other people there.
I filled out a survey they gave me. Finally at 8:30 they came to get me for the aptitude testing. 45 minutes later the testing was done and it was back to the waiting room.
Next step was the medical exam. It wasn't too bad. I did the eye test, and need to get a new lens for my right eye. The hearing test was not what I expected, or at least the results weren't. In the higher frequencies, cell phone rings, dog whistles, etc my hearing is fine. In the lower frequencies, like human speech I have some minor hearing loss.
Other odd things found were that my left knee is loose. The tendons are weak. The arches of my feet are slightly fallen, and my inner thigh muscles are a little weak. My blood pressure is a little high as well, but the figure it's the stress of the interview. But the weirdest thing is a canker sore. Not so weird in and of itself, but because of where it was found. On my uvula. You know, the little punching bag at the back of your throat.
So now it's back to a waiting game. I have to get some papers signed by my family doctor and get them back to Kingston. Once they have the papers, they send my file to the review committee(3 people that view 27,000+ applications per year). Once they have the file it's a MINIMUM of 4 weeks, average of 6 (longest seen was 1 year), before they contact me to do the fitness testing. GOD! Here I was hoping to be in boot camp by the end of July. It could be September to next June before I go.
So, what to do? I guess I'm going to spend more time in the gym and see if I can find a crap-ass part time job just so I have something to do.
That, and I'm going to keep up this annoying blog.
Monday, June 14, 2004
Kudos to William G.!!!
I took my son to daycare this morning. The bus rider there was typical. He flirts with all the hotties and I sit there.
When I got home, I found a messege on my MSN from my pal Bill(Link to his site is in the Link list). It didn't say much, just a link to a webpage that you can check out.
I've known Bill since before high school, so it's getting close to 20 years. I've always known he had talent, but thought his style was extremely...rough. Most of what he does is pen and ink, very scratchy looking, unfinished or unrefined. I thought as he did more it would become more developed. I was wrong and I'm glad.
He's always had a big ego about his art. Now, someone has added fuel to his fire. I can just imagine what he's like in person. Thank god he's in Korea. I don't think there's enough room in Canada for him. Check out his review and his site. The guy is good.
When I got home, I found a messege on my MSN from my pal Bill(Link to his site is in the Link list). It didn't say much, just a link to a webpage that you can check out.
I've known Bill since before high school, so it's getting close to 20 years. I've always known he had talent, but thought his style was extremely...rough. Most of what he does is pen and ink, very scratchy looking, unfinished or unrefined. I thought as he did more it would become more developed. I was wrong and I'm glad.
He's always had a big ego about his art. Now, someone has added fuel to his fire. I can just imagine what he's like in person. Thank god he's in Korea. I don't think there's enough room in Canada for him. Check out his review and his site. The guy is good.
Sunday, June 13, 2004
Nice and Mellow
Well, it's been a few days since my last entry. Not a hell of a lot has been going on.
Logan has been sick with some kind of flu bug, as has my grandmother. Both are doing better, but aren't at 100% yet.
I've been trying to spend as much time at the Gym as possible. Doing a 2.4 km run in under 12.5 minutes isn't my favorite thing to do, but at least I can do it. I hope I can do enough push-ups and chin-ups to get in. I've been sore in the shoulders and neck since I tried to carry a duffel bag of groceries like a back pack. Approximate weight: 120 lbs. Granted it was easier to carry them than if they were in 4 or 5 different boxes, but it was still stupid.
We picked up a ceiling fan at a yard sale for a whopping $1.00. I tried to put it up myself. I didn't zap myself, but with no instructions and never having put one up before I couldn't quite see how all the parts fit. So I had the building super help. The only thing I wasn't getting right was the cowling. Everything else I had right. I'm gald it works, it's $40.00 brand new. It also shows my mom I'm not an incompetent boob.
Today, having been reasonably sunny and warm we went to the Sir James Whitney School for the Deaf. We were going just to play at the playground equipment there, but got a little side tracked. They have their fountain turned on. So we spalshed around in there for a while. Damn it was COLD! If I'm still around next weekend (I could be off to bootcamp), we're going to have a pic-nic and splash around some more.
Logan has been sick with some kind of flu bug, as has my grandmother. Both are doing better, but aren't at 100% yet.
I've been trying to spend as much time at the Gym as possible. Doing a 2.4 km run in under 12.5 minutes isn't my favorite thing to do, but at least I can do it. I hope I can do enough push-ups and chin-ups to get in. I've been sore in the shoulders and neck since I tried to carry a duffel bag of groceries like a back pack. Approximate weight: 120 lbs. Granted it was easier to carry them than if they were in 4 or 5 different boxes, but it was still stupid.
We picked up a ceiling fan at a yard sale for a whopping $1.00. I tried to put it up myself. I didn't zap myself, but with no instructions and never having put one up before I couldn't quite see how all the parts fit. So I had the building super help. The only thing I wasn't getting right was the cowling. Everything else I had right. I'm gald it works, it's $40.00 brand new. It also shows my mom I'm not an incompetent boob.
Today, having been reasonably sunny and warm we went to the Sir James Whitney School for the Deaf. We were going just to play at the playground equipment there, but got a little side tracked. They have their fountain turned on. So we spalshed around in there for a while. Damn it was COLD! If I'm still around next weekend (I could be off to bootcamp), we're going to have a pic-nic and splash around some more.
Thursday, June 10, 2004
Dreams
Last night I had one that I can only partially remember.
I'm not sure who, but it was an old friend of mine. They were sick, seriously ill. As I stood by the hospital bed, the doctor said they needed something special to help my friend. I stuck my hand into my chest and pulled out 2 ribs. I squeezed the marrow out of them. My friend still died. I woke up crying, filled with a sense of loss. Now, almost 6 hours later I still have that empty someone just died feeling. It sucks.
I decided to see if the dream meant anything. Here's what I found, with the help ofDream moods:
To see your friends, saddened and troubled, in your dream, signifies sickness and distress upon them.
To see a hospital in your dream, symbolizes your need to heal or improve your physical or mental heath. You need to get back to the flow of everyday life.
To dream that you are seeing the doctor, denotes discouraging illness and strife amongst members of your family. It may signal your need for emotional and spiritual healing.
To see bones in your dream, suggests the discovery of your personal, family, or cultural secrets. It is also symbolic of your underlying strengths that you have not yet recognized.
To dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life.
So far the only good thing today is that the humidex is gone. Yesterday we hit 28C (83F), add the humidex and it felt like 32C (90F). Not to mention it was the second day of the smog advisory. I'm so glad we have air conditioning in our place.
I think I'm going to head off to the gym and see if I can do my military run...
I'm not sure who, but it was an old friend of mine. They were sick, seriously ill. As I stood by the hospital bed, the doctor said they needed something special to help my friend. I stuck my hand into my chest and pulled out 2 ribs. I squeezed the marrow out of them. My friend still died. I woke up crying, filled with a sense of loss. Now, almost 6 hours later I still have that empty someone just died feeling. It sucks.
I decided to see if the dream meant anything. Here's what I found, with the help ofDream moods:
To see your friends, saddened and troubled, in your dream, signifies sickness and distress upon them.
To see a hospital in your dream, symbolizes your need to heal or improve your physical or mental heath. You need to get back to the flow of everyday life.
To dream that you are seeing the doctor, denotes discouraging illness and strife amongst members of your family. It may signal your need for emotional and spiritual healing.
To see bones in your dream, suggests the discovery of your personal, family, or cultural secrets. It is also symbolic of your underlying strengths that you have not yet recognized.
To dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life.
So far the only good thing today is that the humidex is gone. Yesterday we hit 28C (83F), add the humidex and it felt like 32C (90F). Not to mention it was the second day of the smog advisory. I'm so glad we have air conditioning in our place.
I think I'm going to head off to the gym and see if I can do my military run...
Tuesday, June 08, 2004
Links (not the sausage kind!)
I was bored, so I spent over an hour trying to get some links in here for your enjoyment. Most are for my friends pages.
Other than that the only thing I have to talk about is my dried cracked feet. And quite frankly that subject stinks.
Now, I was born in March, on the 9th, so that makes me a Pisces. I'm not a big believer in astrology, not one single horoscope has been even close to true. But I've done some reading on my sun sign. Appearntly, feet are a weak spot for us fishies. That is something I can belive. As a kid I spraind my ankles 3 time apiece, no matter what type of footwear I buy my feet always hurt, and now the heels look like a dried up lake bed.
My left heel has a sore spot on it. Because of where it is, and my not being double jointed I can't see it. Carrie took a look at it, but wasn't sure. So I called Dr. Mom. SHe came over took a look. She's not 100% sure either, but doesn't think the sore spot is caused by a stone getting stuck in a crack. She figures it's scab. "Leave it alone and start rubbing this peppermint foot ceam on it. It'll remoisteruize it."
I put some on last night, and this morning the cracks were looking alot better. It's still dry though. A few more days treatment and it should be all better.
Does this mean I'm turning into a metrosexual?
Other than that the only thing I have to talk about is my dried cracked feet. And quite frankly that subject stinks.
Now, I was born in March, on the 9th, so that makes me a Pisces. I'm not a big believer in astrology, not one single horoscope has been even close to true. But I've done some reading on my sun sign. Appearntly, feet are a weak spot for us fishies. That is something I can belive. As a kid I spraind my ankles 3 time apiece, no matter what type of footwear I buy my feet always hurt, and now the heels look like a dried up lake bed.
My left heel has a sore spot on it. Because of where it is, and my not being double jointed I can't see it. Carrie took a look at it, but wasn't sure. So I called Dr. Mom. SHe came over took a look. She's not 100% sure either, but doesn't think the sore spot is caused by a stone getting stuck in a crack. She figures it's scab. "Leave it alone and start rubbing this peppermint foot ceam on it. It'll remoisteruize it."
I put some on last night, and this morning the cracks were looking alot better. It's still dry though. A few more days treatment and it should be all better.
Does this mean I'm turning into a metrosexual?
Monday, June 07, 2004
Mark off another Monday.
Ok. I got an email the other day, from my friend Bill. I've known Bill since high school. Over all he's a good guy, but with this last email I'm wondering if he's a masochist of some sort.
A few years ago he headed to Korea to teach English as a second language. As far as I know he speaks Korean as well as I do French, and I'm at the Pepe Le Pew level.
He claims he enjoys the job, but from his website stories, or horror stories, I can't imagine why. I hope it was just bad employers that he got stuck with. I wish him all the luck in the world, and then some, on this, his third try. Anyone have a goat I can sacrifice? Just to play it safe?
Today was dentist appointments for the family. Carrie didn't go. She was in too much pain from having sprained her ankle last night. That left me and Logan. Scary, huh?
Actually it wasn't too bad. Logan went first. I was expecting him to scream, cry, kick, yell, throw and basically be a 4 year old on his very first visit. The only problem we had with him was he kept putting his hands over his eyes to block out the light he uses. He was very still, and brave, I couldn't be more proud of him. The only downside is he has his first cavity, and gets it fill next week.
Next was my turn. Logan sat on a stool while my teeth were cleaned and checked. The whole time I was laying there, I could hear Logan saying things like, "It's ok. It's not scary. You'll be done soon." The dentist was laughing, and was was trying not to cry. I couldn't get over how grown up he sounded. And that's with Spongbob playing on the TV behind him. Dentist found 1 small cavity and one large one. The big one I knew about because a good chunk of the tooth is gone. So I get to go for fillings on Wed, and Fri.
I'm glad I get the fillings done this week. With my aptitude test and physical coming up next week it's one less thing I need to worry about. I'm not exactly nervous of the tests. The written I KNOW I'll pass. It's the physical I'm worried about. According to to the chart in my doctors office, I'm 50lb overweight. I'm 5'10" tall and 230lb. For my height I should only be about 170lb. I don't look 230lb though. I don't have a huge belly, I'm not "ripped" like Mr.Universe, but I don't look like John Goodman either. Either I carry it very well, or there isn't much body fat and I have a denser bone structure. Heavier bones might explain why I can't lose the weight. I guess we shall see what we shall see.
A few years ago he headed to Korea to teach English as a second language. As far as I know he speaks Korean as well as I do French, and I'm at the Pepe Le Pew level.
He claims he enjoys the job, but from his website stories, or horror stories, I can't imagine why. I hope it was just bad employers that he got stuck with. I wish him all the luck in the world, and then some, on this, his third try. Anyone have a goat I can sacrifice? Just to play it safe?
Today was dentist appointments for the family. Carrie didn't go. She was in too much pain from having sprained her ankle last night. That left me and Logan. Scary, huh?
Actually it wasn't too bad. Logan went first. I was expecting him to scream, cry, kick, yell, throw and basically be a 4 year old on his very first visit. The only problem we had with him was he kept putting his hands over his eyes to block out the light he uses. He was very still, and brave, I couldn't be more proud of him. The only downside is he has his first cavity, and gets it fill next week.
Next was my turn. Logan sat on a stool while my teeth were cleaned and checked. The whole time I was laying there, I could hear Logan saying things like, "It's ok. It's not scary. You'll be done soon." The dentist was laughing, and was was trying not to cry. I couldn't get over how grown up he sounded. And that's with Spongbob playing on the TV behind him. Dentist found 1 small cavity and one large one. The big one I knew about because a good chunk of the tooth is gone. So I get to go for fillings on Wed, and Fri.
I'm glad I get the fillings done this week. With my aptitude test and physical coming up next week it's one less thing I need to worry about. I'm not exactly nervous of the tests. The written I KNOW I'll pass. It's the physical I'm worried about. According to to the chart in my doctors office, I'm 50lb overweight. I'm 5'10" tall and 230lb. For my height I should only be about 170lb. I don't look 230lb though. I don't have a huge belly, I'm not "ripped" like Mr.Universe, but I don't look like John Goodman either. Either I carry it very well, or there isn't much body fat and I have a denser bone structure. Heavier bones might explain why I can't lose the weight. I guess we shall see what we shall see.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Much better day today
Yep. It was.
Got up this morning and headed to Kingston. We were planning on just looking for a new apartment in a city with more employment opportunities. We looked at two. Not really worth what they were asking. We had a while to wait until our next viewing, so we went for lunch.
I suggested we stop in at the recruitment centre, just to see what I could find out about my application. Boy am I glad we did! The Sgt. Behind the counter was procssing application from when I had applied. Mine wasn't in the pile he had, so he took my name and went to check his next stack. My understanding is that he was going by branch of military, and was doing the air force. When he came back to the counter he had my file in hand. I was #6 on his list. Since I was there he set up my testing date. June 16, 2004 and 0815. I'm doing a written, and assuming I do well there, I'll do the physical afterwards. I'll be in Kingston until 1300-1330. I guess this means I have to get into the gym more often.
As far as moving goes... As much as we hate being in this building, in this hellhole town, we're going to stick it out for a while longer. We contacted low income housing and were told it'd be another 4 to 8 months before they have a place for us. Fine by me. I can wait for the cheap rent, something like 15-30% of our monthly income. We'd be paying no more that $450.00. That puts $160.00 in our pockets. SWEET!
Tonight, I think I'm going to start making "terrain features" for 'Mechwarrior: Dark Ages out of papier mache. I have a couple of small boxes I'm using as a mold for buildings. I figure start small...And at a scale of 1:160 I guess that's all I can really do. At that scale the box for cigarette tubes will be a 12 story building. I was thinking about using chicken wire to make frames for other features such as hills. Trees and things I can buy at the hobby shop.
Four year olds are great. The other day when we were at the doctors office Logan was interested in favorite numbers. He was assigning them. Grandma's was 9, mine was 3, his was 1. Carries was 69. Now picture this. A four year old in a quiet office full of elderly people, VERY loudly proclaims, "Mommy's favorite number is 69!"
It wasn't quiet very long. I thought Carrie's head was going to explode with the number of shades of pink she was turning.
Got up this morning and headed to Kingston. We were planning on just looking for a new apartment in a city with more employment opportunities. We looked at two. Not really worth what they were asking. We had a while to wait until our next viewing, so we went for lunch.
I suggested we stop in at the recruitment centre, just to see what I could find out about my application. Boy am I glad we did! The Sgt. Behind the counter was procssing application from when I had applied. Mine wasn't in the pile he had, so he took my name and went to check his next stack. My understanding is that he was going by branch of military, and was doing the air force. When he came back to the counter he had my file in hand. I was #6 on his list. Since I was there he set up my testing date. June 16, 2004 and 0815. I'm doing a written, and assuming I do well there, I'll do the physical afterwards. I'll be in Kingston until 1300-1330. I guess this means I have to get into the gym more often.
As far as moving goes... As much as we hate being in this building, in this hellhole town, we're going to stick it out for a while longer. We contacted low income housing and were told it'd be another 4 to 8 months before they have a place for us. Fine by me. I can wait for the cheap rent, something like 15-30% of our monthly income. We'd be paying no more that $450.00. That puts $160.00 in our pockets. SWEET!
Tonight, I think I'm going to start making "terrain features" for 'Mechwarrior: Dark Ages out of papier mache. I have a couple of small boxes I'm using as a mold for buildings. I figure start small...And at a scale of 1:160 I guess that's all I can really do. At that scale the box for cigarette tubes will be a 12 story building. I was thinking about using chicken wire to make frames for other features such as hills. Trees and things I can buy at the hobby shop.
Four year olds are great. The other day when we were at the doctors office Logan was interested in favorite numbers. He was assigning them. Grandma's was 9, mine was 3, his was 1. Carries was 69. Now picture this. A four year old in a quiet office full of elderly people, VERY loudly proclaims, "Mommy's favorite number is 69!"
It wasn't quiet very long. I thought Carrie's head was going to explode with the number of shades of pink she was turning.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Fuck this
It's amazing. I can go from 0 to ratbastard in less than a second. How? It's called getting up in the fucking morning.
I'm getting to that point where I hate everyone and everything. I'd rather be dead.
"Well, why don't you kill yourself and be done with it?"
I'm a glutton for punishment. Maybe I'm too stupid to figure that answer out. Maybe I'm hoping one of you assholes will final come through on your threats to kill me.
The Human race. Crock of shit. Find religion, become enlightened. More shit. Surely family is good? Nope, still shit.
I've been unemployed for six months now. I've got resumes in to EVERY FUCKING ASSCLOWN BUSINESS in this SHITHOLE INBRED FUCKWAD town. How the fuck can I be over qualified to flip a fucking burger? Or lift a god damned box? I have no exceptional skills. I've never been the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Christ, the closest I've been to that was "store supervisor" in a FUCKING VIDEO STORE! And that was for 2 years. I guess I was too smart to make REAL management. Other than that, just because I show company loyalty and want to be employed for more than the summer, I'm overfucking qualified.
"5 years in a ware house?" Yep, I left that job because the company I was contracted to went bankrupt. All I did was lift boxes. I wasn't a supervisor of any kind. "ok. How much were you making at the time?" Not that it should matter, but $13.50 an hour.
"I'm sorry, you're over qualified to flip a hamburger."
What was my last job? I worked for a telephone technical support company. I don't have A+ or any of that shit. "Sorry, you're over qualified to work as a cashier at Jackoff co."
I sure as shit can't afford to move to a different city to look for work, I'm UN-FUCKING-EMPLOYED. I need $$$$$ to do that. Not that it matters to the wife. "well you can look on line." Yeah, I can. Hell, I've even applied to about 30 jobs. But who's going to call me for an interview? Closest city is 100 km away, and I have no care. WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE THAT IS! The only thing keeping me from being "white trash" is I don't live in a fucking trailer park and spend my day drinking beer.
I hate my life and want to die. Fuck all of you.
I'm getting to that point where I hate everyone and everything. I'd rather be dead.
"Well, why don't you kill yourself and be done with it?"
I'm a glutton for punishment. Maybe I'm too stupid to figure that answer out. Maybe I'm hoping one of you assholes will final come through on your threats to kill me.
The Human race. Crock of shit. Find religion, become enlightened. More shit. Surely family is good? Nope, still shit.
I've been unemployed for six months now. I've got resumes in to EVERY FUCKING ASSCLOWN BUSINESS in this SHITHOLE INBRED FUCKWAD town. How the fuck can I be over qualified to flip a fucking burger? Or lift a god damned box? I have no exceptional skills. I've never been the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Christ, the closest I've been to that was "store supervisor" in a FUCKING VIDEO STORE! And that was for 2 years. I guess I was too smart to make REAL management. Other than that, just because I show company loyalty and want to be employed for more than the summer, I'm overfucking qualified.
"5 years in a ware house?" Yep, I left that job because the company I was contracted to went bankrupt. All I did was lift boxes. I wasn't a supervisor of any kind. "ok. How much were you making at the time?" Not that it should matter, but $13.50 an hour.
"I'm sorry, you're over qualified to flip a hamburger."
What was my last job? I worked for a telephone technical support company. I don't have A+ or any of that shit. "Sorry, you're over qualified to work as a cashier at Jackoff co."
I sure as shit can't afford to move to a different city to look for work, I'm UN-FUCKING-EMPLOYED. I need $$$$$ to do that. Not that it matters to the wife. "well you can look on line." Yeah, I can. Hell, I've even applied to about 30 jobs. But who's going to call me for an interview? Closest city is 100 km away, and I have no care. WHAT A FUCKING SURPRISE THAT IS! The only thing keeping me from being "white trash" is I don't live in a fucking trailer park and spend my day drinking beer.
I hate my life and want to die. Fuck all of you.
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