Holy Hell! Where did the week go?

I just can't fucking believe it. It's been a week since my last post. Talk about slacking.

Not a hell of a lot has been going on. Just the usual mundane, boring day to day shit.

Carrie's still healing from her surgery. It's taking longer than expected, but she has been doing all the normal stuff she's not supposed to do. Except pick up Logan.

I've been lazy and haven't taken any pics of Logan in his new glasses. Maybe tomorrow I'll do it. We did, however, get him a soft leather eye patch for his good eye. The adhesive ones were just too harsh on him when they had to come off. He's missing about half an eyebrow.

It's now the end of August and still nothing from the military. I guess all my "minor" faults (flat feet, glasses, hearing loss, weight, asthma) are conspiring against me. I'm trying not to let it bother me too much, but I do feel really useless and old every time I think about it.

So. Options. 1)I fight like a son of a bitch and try to get a job at McDonald's. 2) Re-apply to Stream, a place where I didn't mind the work but HATED management.
3) Look into a program from Employment Insurance that will give me $5000.00 to take any one year course I want from nearly any school. 4)See about getting a student loan and taking a 2 or 3 year course for business management, and start my own indoor paintball field. 5)Become a gigolo. 6)become a ninja assassin. 7) Suicide. Or, finally, 8) become a taxi driver.
These are in no particular order.

On the lighter side..... Yesterday, when I took Logan to daycare, we spent the trip there arguing about when he goes to "big kid" school.
That's right. Next Tuesday, September 7, Logan starts junior kindergarten. He's very excited to go. Today we picked up some school supplies for him, and tomorrow we go to the school to meet his teacher and see his class room. Hopefully I'll remember to bring the camera.

All she has to show for it is a band-aid on the belly button

Yesterday was surgery day for Carrie. We were supposed to be at the hospital at 9:15 am, we were there about 20 minutes early. Not that it mattered. There were complications in the surgery before Carrie's and she was delayed almost 3 hours.

Things went very well. The surgery only took about 20 minutes. We don't have all the details, the doctor never spoke to me, but told Carrie, while still coming out of the anesthetic, something about her Fallopian tubes being blocked. They cleared them. More details may come when after she sees our family doctor in a week.

Aside from being sore, and feeling a little silly about worrying for 3 months, Carrie is starting to recover. Down side for me is no sex for at least 2 weeks, and I have to do all the heavy housework.

Last Tuesday, I think I forgot to mention that Logan went to the ophthalmologist. That was an adventure and a half.
Logan does have a lazy eye, and his good eye needs to be patched for the next 6 weeks. He also needs glasses.

We picked up his glasses last night. His are similar to mine, and just a shade darker. He's four, so keeping them on, for now, is a little difficult.

As mentioned in a previous post, I finally got a pic of my Grandfather's medals.

My Grandfather's medals 

Hopefully I'll be able to display it in my home someday, and do the same for my dad's dad.

thing. 

And the Games go on

Ok. The Olympics are on TV. That's supposed to be a good thing, right?
I mean, the Olympics are on every 4 years. You sit down and watch the seemingly endless coverage of your favorite events, cheering on the guys and gals from your country so they can bring home that elusive chunk of gold. Hell, you might even know one of the Olympians personally giving you even more reason to go insane during a particular event.

It's not like it a last minute throw together sport challenge, right? That's the way CBC seems to be covering things though. They've had 4 years to pull their shit together and give us the BEST coverage they can. I know there are 37 events, and most are broken down into a different classes (men's, women's, individual, team, weight, distance) and so I don't expect to see EVERYTHING on the bootoob. I also didn't expect to see a schedule that looks like the cable guy is coming over to fix things.

My local listings go something like this:

" Friday August 20 7:00-12:00 CBC Olympic Morning Basketball Women's prelims: Athletics men's/women's qualifying; Swimming men's/women's heats; Diving women's prelims; ....."

Yeah, it tells me what's being covered, but that's over a five hour block of time. What if I only want to watch diving? I have to HOPE to switch channels at the right time to see it. I can't set my VCR to record it because I don't want to waste tons of tape. The afternoon coverage is done the same way. Add in all the commentator babble between event coverage, it just pisses me off.

I don't think any one event deserves more coverage than another. I can understand why sailing has no coverage, but why does swimming have tons? In the evening they "recap the days events". Cool, I'll get to at least see highlights of the untelevised events that I WANT to watch. WRONG!WRONG!WRONG!WRONG!WRONG!WRONG!
They repeat exactly what they showed during the day. I want to see archery, fencing, judo, tae kwon do, and mountain biking.

So far there's been ZERO archery and fencing. The only judo I've seen was by accident on the French station. Mountain biking is coming up in the next few days.

Canada is sucking the hind tit so far this year for medals. We're tied for 15th over all for medals with 1 bronze. USA is in first with 35 medals over all, but tied for first in gold with China.

Mountian biking is our sport. I can't wait to see it.....if I'm lucky enough to have it tuned in.

Almost enough to make me triskaidekaphobic.

Yup.
You read right.
Triskaidekaphobic.

It's been a LOUSY Friday the 13th. We had decided to re-arrange the bedroom. Sounds simple, right? That meant the computer had to be moved back to the living room.
Well, the computer desk broke. So did one of the legs of our bed frame. To top that off our digital camera fried when it was re-connected to the computer. Carrie started her period again. This is after having it gone for two days.

Man, if that is bad luck I don't know what is.

On the positive side, no-one here was seriously injured. Mind you I saw the after effects of 4 different car accidents.

Opening ceremonies of the 2004 Olympics were televised to day. That was some cool shit. Good thing I don't do drugs. I don't think I could have dealt with the parade of Greek history if I were stoned.

The days I HAVE to watch are going to be the 14 to 22 for fencing, 14 to 20 for Judo, and 27 to 28 for mountain biking. I'll probably take a look at archery and tae kwon do as well.
Take a look at the CBC schedule for more info

Here we go....

I've been trying to think about how to make my blog worth while reading. Should I do some kind of political commentary? What about reviews? Maybe I could write stories or poems?

I decided that I'm not as rabid as some are about politics. I don't have the money right now to be renting movies to review, and I haven't written anything since high school.

That doesn't leave me with a lot of content. All I have is my day to day life. Quite frankly, it's not all that interesting. At least not yet. It might change once I get into the army.

This week in the regular life files:

Monday- Sweet fuck all.
Tuesday- Foul mood, ran away from home for 3.5 hours and just hung out at the mall.
Wednesday- Stopped in at the library to get a book on Flash MX 2004. Which is no good to me because I have Flash MX.
I also found out my sister Carmen and my half sister Amber are a lot alike. Earlier this week Carmen got trapped in her bosses office for 45 minutes. Last year Amber got locked in the broom closet at the Tim Horton's she works at. She was locked in for 15 minutes. She had the only key to get in the closet.
Carrie dropped of her prescription for her new glasses.
Around midnight a skunk sprayed the window of the apartment below us. Since we had the air conditioner on it sucked the stink right into the bedroom. I almost hurled. Our eyes were watering, we were gagging and both ended up with a headache.
Thursday- Went to my moms to do laundry. My grandmother took me shopping. I was only expecting to get a a pair of pants. She got me three pair. As well as a pair of Merrell sandals and a pair of Merrell shoes. In total she spent close to $300.00. I fought like hell not to get the shoes. The clerk at the shoe store said you can't argue with your grandma. Yes you can. Only I lost.
After lunch, Carrie and I went to the mall to get a refill of my allergy medication and her glasses. They look good, kind of a pink anodized frame with a slight rose tint in the lenses. I just hope she doesn't lose them like she did her last pair.
Friday- Hasn't happened yet.
Saturday- Same as Friday. Do you really want to know about Sunday?

New Old photos.

A couple of weeks ago my grandmother gave me some pictures. I finally got them scanned.


My mom's parents on their wedding day. 


My grand father before he left for war. 



Back from war. 

Stress filled weekend. Ugh!

Friday we had a major down pour here. Not as bad as Trenton, just 20 km away. They got 5 inches of rain, but we got pretty hosed too.

Carrie and I were out spending the very little pocket money we had at Zellers. When we got to the check out we couldn't see across the street it was raining so hard. A few minutes later it let up enough to be classified as a heavy drizzle. So we bolted out the door to make our way to the mall, because it has a sheltered bus stop. We were half way there when the clouds burst a second time. We were completely soaked.
Carrie was complaining that she felt "squishy", and we both figured it was because she was wet.
We were wrong.

When we got home and got changed, she realized she had started her period. Or thought she did. A few hours later she commented that it seemed heavier than normal. Not that we had any idea what normal was anymore, having been over 9 months without and NOT being preggers.
Saturday morning, she was still very heavy. Around noon I had called my mom for advice, was told a few things and persuaded to wait, "it'll slow down."
Sunday morning, still no change. Carrie was looking pale, feeling weak, and I was very nervous. We called my mom, and convinced her to take Carrie to the hospital to be checked out.
The doctor said that Carrie was hemorrhaging but we had caught it in time. They didn't explain WHY, but they gave Carrie a prescription for progesterone to help slow/stop the bleeding, and told her to come back on Thursday for an ultrasound.
She's been on the pills for 4 days now, and they seem to be helping a little.
Hopefully it's nothing too serious.

Monday my mother calls and leaves me a message saying she took my grandmother to the hospital because of chest pains. Grandma had been having them since Friday. FRIDAY! And she never said a word. They hospital hooked her to an EKG, drew some blood and determined that it wasn't a heart attack or stroke. They figure it's angina. She goes in on Friday for stress testing to confirm it. For now she's on nitro pills.

We called housing yesterday. The two people we wanted to talk to there weren't in, of course. So we made a few inquiries and got another name to speak to. I'm sorry we did.
When we called yesterday, we were told that we signed up for low income housing in January 2001, and had been on the list for only a year (it's now 2004, you do the math) and that it's a 3 year wait. Today we got a call back from them because the secretary of the "Boss" heard what we were told yesterday and wanted to try to clear it up. Hooray! NOT!
A couple of hours later, after looking at our file, she called back to tells us, "yes, it's three years. You signed up in 2003, which is what you were told yesterday."
They're damned lucky I'm poor and can't afford to buy a rifle, because Belleville does have a bell tower.

In other news, the stairs I helped build at my moms would have cost her $5000.00. Mike started his own business and is planning on using his free work as a show piece for his advertising.

Well, it's now 1936 hrs and I'm dying of thirst. I think I'll go make a batch of Kool-aid.