Yeah, I know. Everyone and their dog, cat, horse and grandmother will be blogging and chatting about it.
Here S.E Ontario it started around 2100hrs. Just a black spot on the lower left side of the moon. Somewhere around 2230hrs the eclipse was in full effect. I wasn't expecting an epiphany, nor was I expecting the same magical feeling of a solar eclipse. I was pleased that I was able to see it, just as I was when I saw Comet 1996 B2 (Hyakutake) in March of 1997. However the comet seemed to have a more spiritual feel to it. I Hope I'm still around to see Haley's Comet in 2061. I missed it in 1985 due to cloud cover. I found the Lunar Eclipse a bit of a let down though. It probably would have been more impressive if the moon had been lower in the sky, allowing it to appear closer. It also seemed to be more of a reddish brown color and I was hoping for a bright red. On the plus side, I did see to meteors/shooting stars.
Saturday we're heading out of town for a few hours to take a look at an apartment. It sounds nice on the phone, and it's well within our budget, $525/month + electricity (about $35.00/month). We did a quick recalculation of our finances and we'd be able to save $200 every month, spend more on food, and get a better internet connection!
I'll keep you all posted as top what happens with the new digs!
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Sunday, October 24, 2004
Burble
Here we go.
We're planning on moving in the next 60 days or so, and so far we've only been able to book 1 viewing of one apartment. If things keep going at this rate, we might need a cardboard box. Thank god we haven't given our notice yet.
Two days after we decide that we do want to give notice, Future Shop calls me to set up an interview. I said no, since we are moving. I guess I'll put in an application when we get to our new town.
Yes I am not saying where we're moving to. Why? Because there are a few people that we do not want to lnow where we're going. We just don't need the stress from these assholes.
It's been a busy few days. LOTS of laundry needed doing. A friend of ours called last week to let us know that their niece had come home from daycare with lice. Our friends didn't find any on them, but since they babysat, and had been to our place they let us know to keep an eye out. So we made a pre-emptive strike. Washed all our clothes and linnens, and scrubbed up with the lice killing shampoo. 25 loads of laundry. HOLY SHIT!! I never want to do that again.
Last night, Carrie did some re-arraging in the bedroom. It looks good. At 11:30 pm we heard a strange growling noise. We thought it was something outside. We were wrong. Turns out that it was something in the file cabinet. One of her "toys" was accidently turned on. I damn near pissed myself laughing!
We're planning on moving in the next 60 days or so, and so far we've only been able to book 1 viewing of one apartment. If things keep going at this rate, we might need a cardboard box. Thank god we haven't given our notice yet.
Two days after we decide that we do want to give notice, Future Shop calls me to set up an interview. I said no, since we are moving. I guess I'll put in an application when we get to our new town.
Yes I am not saying where we're moving to. Why? Because there are a few people that we do not want to lnow where we're going. We just don't need the stress from these assholes.
It's been a busy few days. LOTS of laundry needed doing. A friend of ours called last week to let us know that their niece had come home from daycare with lice. Our friends didn't find any on them, but since they babysat, and had been to our place they let us know to keep an eye out. So we made a pre-emptive strike. Washed all our clothes and linnens, and scrubbed up with the lice killing shampoo. 25 loads of laundry. HOLY SHIT!! I never want to do that again.
Last night, Carrie did some re-arraging in the bedroom. It looks good. At 11:30 pm we heard a strange growling noise. We thought it was something outside. We were wrong. Turns out that it was something in the file cabinet. One of her "toys" was accidently turned on. I damn near pissed myself laughing!
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
I got some news today, oh boy.
I finally heard from the army today.
"I have reviewed the medical records accompanying your application to join the Canadian Forces (CF). The documents indicate that you suffer from exercise and cold-induced asthma requiring pre and possible post-treatment with inhaled bronchodilators. As well, it is noted that you suffer from obesity and multiple food and envronmental allergies and possible hyper tension. Accordingly, medical limitations have been assigned. Unfortunately, you do not meet the common enrolment standard required by both the regular and reserve forces."
SO I'm fat. I can't eat anything, and I should probably live in a plastic bubble. If I'm lucky, I'll have a heart attack before I'm 40. But at least they said it nicely.
The big question is: What now?
"I have reviewed the medical records accompanying your application to join the Canadian Forces (CF). The documents indicate that you suffer from exercise and cold-induced asthma requiring pre and possible post-treatment with inhaled bronchodilators. As well, it is noted that you suffer from obesity and multiple food and envronmental allergies and possible hyper tension. Accordingly, medical limitations have been assigned. Unfortunately, you do not meet the common enrolment standard required by both the regular and reserve forces."
SO I'm fat. I can't eat anything, and I should probably live in a plastic bubble. If I'm lucky, I'll have a heart attack before I'm 40. But at least they said it nicely.
The big question is: What now?
Sunday, October 10, 2004
I need a life....
It's been 15 days since my last entry. Goes to show how much has happened with us.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day here in Canada, and we aren't doing a damned thing. Hell, we can't even afford a turkey and with my "step dad" Jim out of town, my mother cancelled dinner.
News...News.....News....Hm. None really. Schools been going well for Logan. He had his first field trip on October 6. His class went to the grocery store and library. They got free cookies for the class as a snack.
Carrie's got pink eye. We figure it's because of Logan. He poked her in the eye a few days ago while she was sleeping on the couch. We don't know what he used, but it must have been dirty. How else would she have gotten an infection? We haven't been to a public pool in about 2 months, and no-one else we know has it.
Me? Still waiting for the fucking army to call. If they don't I don't know what to do. What I'd like to do is get into paintball. I know I don't have the money to open an indoor field. I'd LOVE to do that, but I'd need at least 4 acres of land, buildings, and all the fixin's to make it livable. I'd be happy to become an airsmith.
I could do it as a home based business. All I need is a work table, bright light, and someplace to test fire the paintball markers (guns). Repairing, modifying and upgrading them.
It'd be nice to have some kind of family support for my paintball enthusiasm. Not that it matters. It doesn't seem to make any difference what I want to do. What ever I mention to my mother is "a bad idea". She thinks I should become an ambulance attendant. That is something I really don't want to do. I know Belleville isn't like Toronto where I'd be scraping people off the streets on a daily basis. I just don't want to deal with that kind of stress, being responsible for someone dying. I don't care that they die, that's part of life. But Belleville is small enough that I'd run into other family members that would blame me. It's not worth the stress.
I thought about going south for a few weeks to learn how to build mountain bikes. Design and weld the frames. Again that would be shot down by my mother.
Yeah I know I shouldn't give a shit what she thinks. But I feel like I've never really done anything to make her proud of me. She says I have, but I sure don't feel like it.
Sometimes I think the only way she'd be proud of me is if I were to die.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving Day here in Canada, and we aren't doing a damned thing. Hell, we can't even afford a turkey and with my "step dad" Jim out of town, my mother cancelled dinner.
News...News.....News....Hm. None really. Schools been going well for Logan. He had his first field trip on October 6. His class went to the grocery store and library. They got free cookies for the class as a snack.
Carrie's got pink eye. We figure it's because of Logan. He poked her in the eye a few days ago while she was sleeping on the couch. We don't know what he used, but it must have been dirty. How else would she have gotten an infection? We haven't been to a public pool in about 2 months, and no-one else we know has it.
Me? Still waiting for the fucking army to call. If they don't I don't know what to do. What I'd like to do is get into paintball. I know I don't have the money to open an indoor field. I'd LOVE to do that, but I'd need at least 4 acres of land, buildings, and all the fixin's to make it livable. I'd be happy to become an airsmith.
I could do it as a home based business. All I need is a work table, bright light, and someplace to test fire the paintball markers (guns). Repairing, modifying and upgrading them.
It'd be nice to have some kind of family support for my paintball enthusiasm. Not that it matters. It doesn't seem to make any difference what I want to do. What ever I mention to my mother is "a bad idea". She thinks I should become an ambulance attendant. That is something I really don't want to do. I know Belleville isn't like Toronto where I'd be scraping people off the streets on a daily basis. I just don't want to deal with that kind of stress, being responsible for someone dying. I don't care that they die, that's part of life. But Belleville is small enough that I'd run into other family members that would blame me. It's not worth the stress.
I thought about going south for a few weeks to learn how to build mountain bikes. Design and weld the frames. Again that would be shot down by my mother.
Yeah I know I shouldn't give a shit what she thinks. But I feel like I've never really done anything to make her proud of me. She says I have, but I sure don't feel like it.
Sometimes I think the only way she'd be proud of me is if I were to die.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)