tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70749262012-01-30T15:28:45.318-05:00Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.comBlogger2431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-32573659854019996712011-07-11T21:04:00.001-04:002011-07-11T21:04:22.587-04:00<p><a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5WkvLhIIKbg/ThudlOWWqVI/AAAAAAAAATM/ggCi0PAkZN0/2011-07-09%25252013.08.26.jpg'><img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-5WkvLhIIKbg/ThudlOWWqVI/AAAAAAAAATM/ggCi0PAkZN0/s400/2011-07-09%25252013.08.26.jpg' /></a></p>My feet at the spa!<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.2</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3257365985401999671?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-13490163933927886272011-05-17T20:54:00.001-04:002011-05-17T20:54:41.357-04:00<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TdMYz-N4f-I/AAAAAAAAATI/wcZVQPDCVXA/2011-05-17%2020.50.29.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TdMYz-N4f-I/AAAAAAAAATI/wcZVQPDCVXA/s400/2011-05-17%2020.50.29.jpg' /></a></p>My toes are happy!<div style='clear: both; 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text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-790273640886810320?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-48118092082588041742011-03-12T20:31:00.001-05:002011-03-12T20:31:43.931-05:00<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwefhJkhDI/AAAAAAAAASs/WlWWFqXwGnU/2011-03-12%2020.29.12.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwefhJkhDI/AAAAAAAAASs/WlWWFqXwGnU/s400/2011-03-12%2020.29.12.jpg' /></a></p>Mine and Carrie's feet watching the Red Wings in St. Louis.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4811809208258804174?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-15106416360711797752011-03-12T20:28:00.001-05:002011-03-12T20:28:14.326-05:00<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwdrfdBFPI/AAAAAAAAASo/7Qm-vNe-10c/2011-03-11%2017.26.22.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwdrfdBFPI/AAAAAAAAASo/7Qm-vNe-10c/s400/2011-03-11%2017.26.22.jpg' /></a></p>On the internet....<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1510641636071179775?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-13745904388806187702011-03-12T20:27:00.001-05:002011-03-12T20:27:21.269-05:00<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwdd6q3rxI/AAAAAAAAASk/R7IdV7alKGs/2011-03-11%2015.47.31.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwdd6q3rxI/AAAAAAAAASk/R7IdV7alKGs/s400/2011-03-11%2015.47.31.jpg' /></a></p>On the toilet<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1374590438880618770?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-43174280678951647372011-03-12T20:26:00.001-05:002011-03-12T20:26:31.622-05:00<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwdRnGaGGI/AAAAAAAAASg/_T5-G5v4Itk/2011-03-10%2010.52.09.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwdRnGaGGI/AAAAAAAAASg/_T5-G5v4Itk/s400/2011-03-10%2010.52.09.jpg' /></a></p>At Logan's school.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4317428067895164737?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-63946649769522709352011-03-12T20:25:00.001-05:002011-03-12T20:25:31.619-05:00<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwdCoOhgoI/AAAAAAAAASc/h6mLgyVck5E/2011-03-09%2022.56.09.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwdCoOhgoI/AAAAAAAAASc/h6mLgyVck5E/s400/2011-03-09%2022.56.09.jpg' /></a></p>Watching tv...<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6394664976952270935?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-11123653928685914212011-03-12T20:24:00.001-05:002011-03-12T20:24:23.617-05:00<p><a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwcwbzfdkI/AAAAAAAAASY/ROsePESpxdc/2011-03-09%2018.37.34.jpg'><img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXwcwbzfdkI/AAAAAAAAASY/ROsePESpxdc/s400/2011-03-09%2018.37.34.jpg' /></a></p>My feet at work...<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1112365392868591421?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-44662691572626586992011-03-11T16:19:00.001-05:002011-03-11T16:19:56.123-05:00<p><a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXqR-QkT1hI/AAAAAAAAASU/IZ3nLmGi1-0/2011-03-08%2019.57.02.jpg'><img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/TXqR-QkT1hI/AAAAAAAAASU/IZ3nLmGi1-0/s400/2011-03-08%2019.57.02.jpg' /></a></p>So here are my feet. <br/> <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4466269157262658699?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-34110666472241067462011-01-31T21:57:00.001-05:002011-01-31T21:57:38.186-05:00I'm sitting here watching The Cape and thinking that I haven't updated in some time. So I installed a blogger app on my phone. <br/> <br/> Since my sinus sugery I've been breathing a hell of a lot better. Been sleeping better, deeper too. <br/> <br/> The diabetes seems to be coming under control. It took a bit to figure out how my eating habits affected my glucose levels but now I'm in the proper zone. Before breakfast it should be between 4 and 7, I've been hovering around 6.5ish. Two hours after dinner it should be between 7 and 10. I'm floating between 6 and 8! In March I go for more bloodwork to check my glucose and cholesterol levels. <br/> <br/> I picked up a home traction kit for my neck. Can't wait for the effects to kick in. Get rid of this almost constant headache, sore neck and shoulder. <br/> <br/> I was invited to my niece's first birthday... Mother's having us overnight at her place. I'm not too keen on it. She has 3 cats and I'm allergic. Sigh. Should be intersting no matter what.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.6</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3411066647224106746?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-18167483493987795912010-12-02T11:24:00.003-05:002010-12-02T11:35:44.394-05:00I was scheduled to go for sinus surgery. I needed my septum straightened out and a polyp removed. One week before surgery I was diagnosed as a Type 2 Diabetic. <br /><br />I've been pricking my finger regularly and keeping an eye on things. I'm not an extreme diabetic so I should be OK with dietary changes and exercise. <br /><br />Surgery went well. My septum is nice and straight now and the polyp, golf ball sized, was removed with out problem. When I woke up in the recovery room they asked if I wanted some water. I told them very plainly, "I want a hamburger." I was just a little hungry. Going 24 hours with out food will do that to you.<br /><br />My breathing has improved a lot, but I'm not at 100% yet. The right side, where the polyp was, is still producing blood clots and they interfere with airflow. How ever they are are forming less often every day. The left side seems to be having trouble due to the electric heat we have in the apartment, it dries me out and swells the tissue a bit. NasoGel several times a day helps a bit.<br /><br />Work at the bowling alley is ok. It's not enough hours, 12 a week, and they are shrinking a bit that back a bit. New winter hours should have me at 11.5 hours a week. With Christmas holidays coming up I'm only going to be in for 4 hours a week. Thankfully I'm willing to take other peoples shifts if they call in sick. <br /><br />I'm still looking for something better though....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1816748349398779591?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-60165113610514855972010-08-26T11:47:00.002-04:002010-08-26T12:01:38.183-04:00So what's going on? Not a hell of a lot. <br /><br />I have to go to the dentist today at 3:50 and have my last filling done. They put a temp filling in on Tuesday because I was bleeding like a stuck pig. I guess fillings don't stick to blood. Hopefully I'm unfrozen enough to eat tonight. <br /><br />Tomorrow I have an interview at the bowling alley at 2:00pm and I start work there Saturday morning. It's only 2 shifts a week but it's a start. I'll find out pay and hours tomorrow. Minimum wage here is $10.25 an hour so I'm expecting at least that much. I'm hoping for 8 hour shifts but I'm guessing they'll be 4 hours as I'll be doing the morning cleaning. <br /><br />Schools open next week so we'll be able to register Logan at his new school. He starts back on Sept 7. That's what? Two weeks from today? Hopefully they give us a list of school supplies he needs.... When I was a kid we'd get a list with our last report card. His last school sure as hell didn't bother with that. Even the school board website doesn't have a list. What's up with that? <br /><br />Hopefully this school is run better than his last one. His principal was a moronic bitch. I'd hate to freak out on kids again this year for picking on Logan like I did last year. Their dad called the cops on me and wanted me arrested. That didn't happen though. Cops were both parents and agreed with what I did but suggested I handle it differently next time. <br /><br />Look at that. It's now noon. Time for food and more coffee.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6016511361051485597?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-52118658921258325132010-08-21T18:49:00.002-04:002010-08-21T18:52:28.683-04:00I'm tired of living in the cell phone dark ages, so I've decided to get a new phone. I know I want a smartphone and I DO NOT want an iPhone.<br /><br />I have an iPod and I'm annoyed enough with it, and Apple, as it is. Foced to update, unable to customize, haev to pay for customer service even though you're still under warranty.... Total bullshit.<br /><br /> <br /><br />I want to switch to Android. Problem is the Canadian cellphone market is CRAPTACULAR. We have 3 primary providers, Bell, Rogers and Telus. There are small compaies but all use one of the 3 big systems.<br /><br /> <br /><br />That's not that bad though. The problem is that we haev maybe 1/3 of the total smartphones here. Rogers has 21 models, 8 of which are Blackberrys. Only 7 are touch screen. Telus has 12 models, 4 are Blackberry, 4 have touch. Bell is even worse... 12 smartphones, 5 are Blackberry, 4 have touch screens.<br /><br /> <br /><br />Right now I'm strongly considering the Experia X10 from Rogers. The reviews are good and it has a 8mp camera.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2009/11/XperiaX10_450x550.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 550px;" src="http://img.metro.co.uk/i/pix/2009/11/XperiaX10_450x550.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Acer Liquid E is also a contender.<br /><br />The Samsung Wave looks nice too, but it runs on Bada, not Android.<br /><br /> <br /><br />From Bell? I won't consider them at all. I suppose could fork out $500.00 for the Samsung Galaxy S but at that price it should have more than a 5mp camera in it...<br /><br /> <br /><br />Telus.... Motorola Milestone looks good, but again for the price I'd want a better camera. The HTC Desire would be a better choice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-5211865892125832513?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-14504981949506585292009-12-28T16:15:00.003-05:002009-12-28T16:30:16.268-05:00Well, the end of the year anyway. <br /><br />Carrie's surgery went great. My only complaint is I didn't get a single update while she was under the knife for four hours. No stress there, eh? <br /><br />Her scar is about seven inches long (18cm). She had 19 staples and a bunch of internal stitches. She came home on the 8th and the staples came out on the 17th.<br /><br />She's been up and walking properly for the first time in about 2 years. Aside form some minor stiffness in the mornings and some pain from OVERDOING IT BEFORE HER RECOVERY PERIOD IS DONE she is in great shape. Hopefully after the New Year we can start going to the YMCA and hit the gym and pool a little. <br /><br />Logan found out how he did in his popcorn sales. He sold the most in his troop. In fact he sold more on his own than the entire rest of the troop combined! Logan also got his book and sash this month and earned his first cub badge, Pet Care! He was very happy to get it and is looking forward to earning more.<br /><br />Christmas has come and gone, thank god. I'm not much for the holidays any more. Everyone is stressed out because of the shopping, kids get annoyed because they can't or didn't get everything they wanted. Add in a tree that takes up a huge hunk of living room/family room space and all the bits and pieces of food/candy/decorations that end up on the floor and presents that get under foot. <br /><br />Logan had a good Christmas though. He didn't get any new Wii games so he was a bit disappointed there but he got some good stuff he can have fun with. <br /><br />Now it's only 70 days to his birthday and 71 to mine....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1450498194950658529?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-32314913983786634472009-11-08T10:54:00.002-05:002009-11-08T11:15:39.303-05:00So what's been going on? well, it's that time of year when flus and colds get passed around more than a yawn at an insomniacs convention. <br /><br />Carrie, Logan and I have been passing mild cold/flu bugs back and forth. And with H1N1 always in the headlines there's always some concern about that. <br /><br />Last Wednesday the three of got our vaccinations done and the last week has been hell on me. All of us had the typical sore shoulder, mine is now fine. Logan and Carrie both had mild fevers. Me? I have had moderate to high fevers off and on since. As of this posting I'm with a mild one so I must be getting better. <br /><br />Pinched nerve update: Physio seems to have worked it's magic. It's been close to a month with zero issues. But this coming Tuesday I still have to for an MRI. <br /><br />Carrie had her MRI done 2 weeks ago yesterday. They rushed the results to our family doctor and she called us on the Monday. Carrie has a herniated disk that's bad enough to require surgery. We were lucky enough to meet with the surgeon last Tuesday. While it's considered an elective surgery Dr. Yen was visibly relieved when Carrie agreed to the procedure. <br /><br />There are concerns of course. But the biggest, paralysis, isn't an issue. The location for the herniated disk is below the point where paralysis would be a possibility. There's always the possibility of nerve damage and that this may only be a temporary fix but Carrie feels the benefits outweigh the risks. <br /><br />The Hospital called Friday to set the date, December 7, 2009. Carrie's happy with that as she'll be home for Christmas. Regardless, she will only be in the Hospital for a day or two barring any complications and then it's a 6 week recovery time. <br /><br />I had looked the surgery up on line and normally it's a 1-1.5" incision next to the disk. Dr. Yen will be making a 4 to 5" cut, that should give you some idea of how bad this is. He's gong to have to remove a piece of bone to get at the nerves so that he can move them out of the way better. Once they are moved he'll remove the disk. <br /><br />GOOD NEWS SECTION:<br /><br />Aside form being sick, Kendo is going well. Hopefully I'm recovered enough to go next week. <br /><br />Logan sold $1090.00 worth of popcorn for his cub pack. He missed last week due to being sick, but this week we should find out how he did compared to the rest of the troop.<br /><br />Carrie is plugging away at her newest paint by number. It's starting to look really good.<br /><br />Yesterday my grandmother celebrated her 88th birthday!<br /><br />I think that covers everything..... If not Blame my fever for not letting me remember.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3231491398378663447?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-91223406566852498642009-09-16T14:34:00.002-04:002009-09-16T14:42:24.673-04:00Went to the doctor today. I was 15 minutes late for my appointment, but considering I've got 4 days with 10:30 am appointments and today was supposed to be 10:00 am it's not surprising. <br /><br />It seems I've been suffering from dysthymia for many years. <br /><blockquote>Chronic depression, or dysthymia, is characterized by a long-term (two years or more) depressed mood. Chronic depression is less severe than major depression and typically does not disable the person. If you have dysthymia or chronic depression, you may also experience one or more episodes of major depression during your lifetime.</blockquote><br /><br />So what doesn this mean? It means that starting tomorrow I join the ranks of the medicated. She prescribed Celexa and wants me to see a councilor. Due to his schedule I may not see him until the new year. Hopefully I can get my head fixed. <br /><br />In other news... <br />The pinched nerve is getting better. The pins and needles continue to decline in intensity and I have full sense of touch in my fingers again. <br /><br />My family doctor has cleared me for all forms of physical activity but suggested I avoid headbutts, headstands and head banging.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-9122340656685249864?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-65000928879606871012009-09-13T11:39:00.003-04:002009-09-13T12:11:35.442-04:00My doctor scheduled me for an EMG on Sept 5. Nothing is more fun than having your hand and arm electrocuted, right? This testing lasted about 45 minutes. When the zapping stopped the specialist said it wasn't Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, it's a pinched nerve in my neck. To confirm this he took a small thing wire and inserted it into my right elbow, then the shoulder and finally the neck.<br /><br />He told me it was in the C7 and that traction therapy would be my best bet and set me up with a therapist. Basically I pay someone to try and pull my head off so a nerve can go back inside the spine. He also put me in for an MRI, just to be sure it's not more sever. <br /><br />Two days after I saw the specialist I get a call about therapy and I'm told I won't get in until October. JOY! at least another full month of having my arm go all pins and needles for no apparent reason. Two days later I get a call saying there's been a cancellation and asking if I'd like that spot. Sure, why not?<br /><br /><br />Last Thursday I went in. My Physiotherapist has a student with him, she from Hong Kong and isn't much bigger than my son... She was going to do the first assessment. She also tried to do some of the therapy. I know she's new at this but her touch felt more like a butterfly's wings against my skin. The he went at it. It felt like I was being hit with a hammer. My back is still sore. <br /><br />On the plus side there has been a noticeable difference. I think of the pins and needles like ratio static, 0 means the radio is off, 10 is full blast. Prior to the visit it would go to ten. Now it's a 4 or 5. Hopefully with a few more visits I'll be back to my level or normal. <br /><br />We've also been having some trouble with Logan. He's been stealing my cell phone and using my pay as you go time on it to access games and facebook. He's been punished for this before, talked to by both of us, yelled, grounded, privileges removed and anything else we could think of. He's completely ignored our warnings and has continued to do it. we've had grandma and various friends offer suggestion and talk to him as well with no luck. <br /><br />Most recently he's had my cell for a week, Yeah, I use it a lot... He's taken it to school, showing it off and claiming it was his. Logan was warned that I'd call the police if he took it again. I argued with myself for 3 hours before I finally called them. I was sick to my stomach doing it. <br /><br />In a way I was disappointed that he's only 9 because they can't arrest him but at the same time I was relieved. Constable Kenney came in on Tuesday and had a 40 minute talk with Logan. Hopefully that works. <br /><br />It seems that Logan is taking my phone to try and impress this one kid in his class. We've tried to explain that this kid isn't worth having as a friend for the simple reason he's threatened to beat Logan up. <br /><br />I remember being a kid and being in the same situation. No one bothered playing with that kid. Logan is overly friendly and just wants EVERYONE to be his buddy. <br /><br />One of our ideas to keep him out of trouble and keep him busy was to sign him up for activities at the YMCA. Sadly all the spots were filled. So we're looking into other options.<br /><br />I'm beginning to wonder if stress is the cause of the nerve pinch.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6500092887960687101?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-43817926152603641322009-08-05T18:15:00.001-04:002009-08-05T18:15:54.385-04:00I had an appointment to see the doctor today. For the last couple of months I've been having problems with my right arm/hand. Discomfort in the muscles around the armpit area, shoulder, neck and shoulder blade, light numbness in the middle finger(specifically the pad) and the fingers on either side.<br /><br />All me reflexes are fine and there's no loss of range of motion, my right side does show signs of muscular tightness. So there are two potential issues: pinched nerve or Carpal Tunnel Syndrome.<br /><br />She poked my hand with a stick and found where the numbness is and figures it's Carpal Tunnel Syndrome. So now I'm on an anti-inflammatory. This will be a while to see if it it helps. if not I get to go for an EMG, an Electromyography. I've never had one so it should be fun. Depending on the results I may need surgery.<br /><br />I also had to get a second PSA done today. Both my grandfathers had prostate cancer, one beat it the other didn't, so I have a legitimate concern. Add to that I've been having some other minor symptoms the doctor had me do a PSA (Prostate-Specific Antigen) Test. the first one in March had elevated levels of whatever they look for and could be caused by a virus, so a second test is needed to confirm. If they are still up I get to go see a urologist.... Fun.Due to my age though cancer is at the very bottom of the list for causes.<br /><br />Lastly, I mentioned to her about depression. I don't think I am but I've had family members express concerns often enough that I figure I should find out. But since it was at the end of the visit I have to make another appointment to find out more about it. If I am diagnosed with depression I'll more than likely end up on meds for it.<br /><br /><br />Keep your fingers crossed. Mine are.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4381792615260364132?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-17565520708656126852009-07-22T12:30:00.014-04:002009-07-22T14:03:13.519-04:00So, Monday my mother picked Carrie and I up to take me golfing over on Wolfe Island. Carrie didn't play but she had a lot of fun driving the one golf cart and generally keeping my clubs out of reach. LOL.<br /><br />The course is called Alston Moor golf Links, on Wolfe Island (Yeah I know I already said it. It's a 9 hole course and to play 18 holes it's only $22.00. Mondays are 2 for 1, so $22.00 covered mom and I for the 18. Carts are pretty cheap too, according to mom. We had 2 carts for 18 holes for about $2.00 more than a single cart at a "higher end" course. Par for 18 holes is 70. Mom shot a 110. Me? I shoe 121, 51 over par. Not bad really, when you consider this was like my 3rd or 4th game in 10 years, including my first ever game!<br /><br />The cool thing about the course is that Wolfe Island is home to a fairly big wind farm. I knew they were building wind generators over there but I didn't realize how many, close to 100. One of which is right on the course too. DAMN! They're big!<br /><br /><p...><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdEHlJNzFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ido9ffHmn7w/s1600-h/HPIM7361.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdEHlJNzFI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ido9ffHmn7w/s200/HPIM7361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361328778428402770" border="0" /></a><br />Carrie driving the cart.<br /><p...><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdFDNrQy3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/BqmSn4WhxLI/s1600-h/HPIM7366.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdFDNrQy3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/BqmSn4WhxLI/s200/HPIM7366.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361329802920905586" border="0" /></a><br />Mom drivng her cart to the 1st tee.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdFRBU2t4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jQM97hkRGx4/s1600-h/HPIM7362.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdFRBU2t4I/AAAAAAAAAQA/jQM97hkRGx4/s200/HPIM7362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361330040123864962" border="0" /></a><br />Mom teeing off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdFcGnIpkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bmpX1lK5inM/s1600-h/HPIM7365.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdFcGnIpkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/bmpX1lK5inM/s200/HPIM7365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361330230521275970" border="0" /></a><br />Me teeing off. I only took 3 mulligans!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdF01r2iCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WF_YBtBz2dE/s1600-h/HPIM7374.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdF01r2iCI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/WF_YBtBz2dE/s200/HPIM7374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361330655474386978" border="0" /></a><br />Attempting to chip onto the green!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdGBAQ5C0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7VXbjUNU44o/s1600-h/HPIM7373.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdGBAQ5C0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/7VXbjUNU44o/s200/HPIM7373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361330864472525634" border="0" /></a><br />The Wind Generator, up close and personal!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdGUVWxmoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zTE5nzMpMaM/s1600-h/HPIM7381.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdGUVWxmoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/zTE5nzMpMaM/s200/HPIM7381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361331196551862914" border="0" /></a><br />About to putt and trying to find the next tee box.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdGxkyu9jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gC0Xix0gG8k/s1600-h/HPIM7448.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SmdGxkyu9jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/gC0Xix0gG8k/s200/HPIM7448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361331698911868466" border="0" /></a><br />Mom trying to find her ball.<br /><br />We had a ton of fun. Mom was trying to get on the green for the 1st hole from the 6th hole tee off. LOL I lost a few balls in the bushes and lost my hat for a bit. Carrie spent a lot of time laughing at both of us.<br /><br />Now our friend Larry is wanting to come out in August to golf with us. It should be very interesting....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1756552070865612685?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-18168379130436163132009-07-10T10:13:00.002-04:002009-07-10T10:31:41.998-04:00Yup. We moved. Up to the third floor. Our friend Scott help me with the heavy stuff yesterday from 11 am to about 1:30pm. He was big help, thanks, man.<br /><br />The worst thing to move was my computer desk. It barely fit through the apartment door and didn't fit at all in the computer room. So for now it's upended in the bedroom while we figure out what to do with it. <br /><br />There are still a few things left in the old place, 2 closets of stuff, some other odds and ends and 2 air conditioners. I'm not looking forward to moving those tings. At least they are lighter than my stupid desk. <br /><br />Logan seems to like his room better. It's got more light, is a bit larger and he has his toy box back in there. We had to paint it the night before we moved. When we looked at it during the day the paint was kind f a light purple color, not bad really, but Logan wanted blue. As we painted the old paint began to look REALLY pink. <br /><br />Carrie and I love our new room. It's literally twice as big as the old one. As an added bonus it has a closet that doesn't need a steps tool to get into and is actually large enough for us to BOTH put our clothes in! <br /><br />The Kitchen is somewhat smaller and the table needs to be out in the living room area but that ok. <br /><br />The Kitchen is pretty much sorted out. We just have to figure out our bedroom layout, computer room layout and where to hang things on the walls. We also need to figure out where to put the 2 air conditioners...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1816837913043616313?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-68962872695232191962009-06-12T22:15:00.001-04:002009-06-12T22:15:27.742-04:00The opening was today. Thankfully the weather was nice and warm. <br /><br />When we got to the park I found Jan and talked with her briefly. It turns out she found Ronald Lavallee's wife, Pat. Pat had made some calls and had Ron's sisters and their kids show up. Jan introduced Pat and I, Pat introduced me to Leo and JP. All of us chit chatted a bit before the ceremony. <br /><br />Our city counsilor, Steve Garrison, made a "short" speech, Pat went up and said a few words, Jan thanked a few people and finally Mr. Garrison (no, Mr. Hat wasn't there) said it was time to open the splash pad. All the kids that were there went in, placed their hands on the "on" button, counted down and started the water. <br /><br />While the kids played I chatted with some of the other Lavallees. Most were born in and around tweed but have ties back to Sorel Quebec and to Calixa Lavallée, who wrote the Canadian National Anthem. When I heard Sorel Quebec I excused myself, went home and grabbed my family tree. <br /><br />I have family from Sorel Quebec. Coincidence?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6896287269523219196?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-31267244546334017412009-06-09T19:47:00.000-04:002009-06-09T19:48:44.393-04:00A normal morning consists of getting up, having coffee, checking emails, sending the kid to school, working on some online upgrading courses, sending out resumes and keeping an eye on the forum. Once in a blue moon I'll answer a phone call before noon.<br /><br />This morning was normal up to the point of getting a call at 11:00. From the City....<br /><br />I'm hit with something between panic and confusion. "Why would the City call me? They must have me mistaken for someone else. I can't imagine what by-laws I could have broken, besides, wouldn't the police deal with that? Did something happen to my son? Shouldn't the school or the hospital call then? Do they think I own the building I live in and want to buy or demolish it? Maybe the landlords evicted us?"<br /><br />I answer the phone, it's Jan form City Events and I'm EXTREMELY confused now. She confirms my name and address and I'm wondering if the City is planing a house party at my place.<br /><br />Well, there is a Kiwanis Club park across the street from us. For the last couple of months they've been doing some upgrading there and installed a splash pad. Jan was calling to let me know the official opening will be this Friday at 3:30pm. I'm thinking that's great but a bit time consuming to call everyone on the street to let them know. Then she asks me the big question, "Since the park is named after Ronald Lavallee, your last name is Lavallee and you live on the same street am I right in thinking you are related? We're hoping a family member will be on hand for the opening ceremony."<br /><br />To my knowledge I might be related to him some how. All I know for sure is it isn't an immediate relation. Due to Ron's birth date he'd be 9 years older than my father but dad is the first born so Ron isn't a first level uncle.<br /><br />Grandpa was the seventh son but I don't know any of his brothers names to try and track down a relationship. I've asked dad countless times for that information and have never gotten it. Grandpa passed away in 2002 and grandma passed in 2007.<br /><br />Internet searching hasn't turned up anything close to usable.<br /><br />Since this morning I've been scouring the web. I went to <a href="http://www.genealogy.com">http://www.genealogy.com</a> and set up my family tree, asked a couple of questions on the Lavallee board <a href="http://www.genealogy.com/users/l/a/v/Keith-Lavallee/ ">http://www.genealogy.com/users/l/a/v/Keith-Lavallee/ </a><br /><br />I've also sent an email to Starbuck Manitoba to see if they have any info. <br /><br />I really hope I get an answer before Friday.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3126724454633401741?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-76614558151990311432009-05-27T19:19:00.004-04:002009-05-27T19:41:12.547-04:00Obviously nothing has really been going on. That or I've been extremely lazy in posting. <br /><br />Logan's Birthday was in March. My grandmother paid for swimming lessons which finished just this past Saturday. Logan doesn't float very well so he had some trouble with some of the skill needed to make it to level 3. We have a membership at the YMCA so we can go swimming and he can keep practicing. <br /><br />Carrie's been doing fairly well. She sold her scooter and bought a cane. This means she has to walk more (which is what the Dr has said) and her hip is starting to do a bit better. Mind you she hasn't left the house in since last Friday. Last Thursday she was sitting on the front step for about 4 hours that evening and came to bed around midnight complaining she was itchy. Half asleep as i was I had said it was just bug bites. Two hours later she's up looking for calamine lotion to help with the itching. <br /><br />Friday morning I look her over and she has hives covering about 15-20% of her body. We went to the drug store and pick up some antihistamine. It worked a little but by 4:00pm she was in worse shape. Off to the hospital. <br /><br />She was triaged, registered and admitted pretty quickly. Logan and I weren't allowed in to see the doctor with her. By 6:00 we were on our way home. She was told it was erythema multiforme. There's no definitive cause for it but dozens of potential possibilities. They prescribed Prednisone, a corticosteroid, which has helped reduce the the rash/hives but doesn't really help with the itching. The reason she hasn't left the house is because the <span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;">SUN</span></span> can cause a flare up. <br /><br />Here's her arm between flare ups:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/Sh3PDeDRr4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/arNFdzWDtYw/s1600-h/n1063664878_30344016_7499423.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 101px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/Sh3PDeDRr4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/arNFdzWDtYw/s200/n1063664878_30344016_7499423.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340652391644639106" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Me? Still looking for work. I'll be taking a buttload of online course staring within the next week or so to add to my resume. Hopefully that helps. <br /><br />Health wise I've been in the yuck. For most of May the temps have been nice and warm. 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Today sucks.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8313466771726978626?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-59076677163056546762009-03-02T11:13:00.004-05:002009-03-02T11:35:30.514-05:007 days from today I turn 38. 6 days from no Logan turns 9 and in 5 he has his party. <br /><br />We've both gotten a couple of early birthday gifts. <br /><br />I got a new Proto Switch FS paintball mask! Add to that I got an awesome CCI Phantom for Christmas I can't wait for the local field to open up so I can go play!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SawH90U_bZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aGsK5ibAbRk/s1600-h/HPIM6439.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SawH90U_bZI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aGsK5ibAbRk/s200/HPIM6439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308626819363073426" /></a><br /><br />Logan got a remote controlled mini helicopter from his grandma and swim suit & swim lessons from his great grandma. Carrie and I got him a new bike. we would have liked to give it to him ON his birthday but since my mom was in town last week and isn't sure she'll be able to get here next week.... and she has a vehicle for us to transport the bike.... Well, he got it a bit early. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SawIsMyWLbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bG071MB5AeM/s1600-h/HPIM6438.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SawIsMyWLbI/AAAAAAAAAOw/bG071MB5AeM/s200/HPIM6438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308627616202632626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SawIrl0_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/TSZubRkqq9c/s1600-h/HPIM6436.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SawIrl0_Z-I/AAAAAAAAAOo/TSZubRkqq9c/s200/HPIM6436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308627605744740322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SawIrCpBskI/AAAAAAAAAOg/L3oYWqNFXRM/s1600-h/HPIM6431.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SawIrCpBskI/AAAAAAAAAOg/L3oYWqNFXRM/s200/HPIM6431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308627596299317826" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'm hoping to get some books (The Art Of Japanese Swordsmanship: A Manual Of Eishin-Ryu Iaido<br />The Art of War<br />Training The Samurai Mind: A Bushido Sourcebook ) or a few other paintball odds and ends. <br /><br />Logan still wants more Nerf guns and probably some more Wii games. <br /><br />In local news... the wading pool at the park down the street has been closed for years. Over the last 3 years there have been rumors it's going to be turned into a splash pad. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.beatrailblazer.com/Playground/Splash%20Pad.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 769px; height: 517px;" src="http://www.beatrailblazer.com/Playground/Splash%20Pad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />The rumor seems to be partially true at least. Friday a backhoe arrived and began digging. From what I saw they replaced a pipe and that was it. The backhoe hasn't moved since. <br />Everyone is hoping the pad does open this year. We've got 2 schools in the neighborhood and lots of kids that would love it. The next closest pad is a 15 minute city bus ride... I hate being on a bus with a soaked kid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-5907667716305654676?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-6694627716517393012009-02-02T12:41:00.003-05:002009-03-02T11:35:49.409-05:00For as long as I can remember I've had sinus issues. Basically I grew up having "Day time nostril and a night time nostril", I was only able to breath through one side of my sinus. I always thought that was normal. <br /><br />About 4 years ago I had a nasty sinus cold and haven't been the same since. During the day I'm lucky if I have 30% airflow at all and at night my sinus are totally shut down. I have wicked morning breath, post nasal drip, pressure and even sore teeth. My dentist agreed with my mother that it sounds like sinusitis. So I made an appointment with my doctor to find out for sure. <br /><br />Today the doctor checked me over and said my breathing is clear and my throat looks good. She suggested I start using my nasal allergy spray daily as well as a saline nasal spray. It should clear me up in about 3 months. If it doesn't then I need to go back in and she'll set me up for a CT scan of the sinus'. If the sinus' aren't overly swollen it could be polyps in there. JOY!<br /><br />I also talked to her about prostate issues. No, I don't think I actually have a problem but since both my grandfathers had prostate cancer I just think it's a good idea to check it. I've also had some dribble issues for the last year too. Unfortunately(fortunately?) she doesn't do the finger up the ass test right away. She said her fingers are too short to reach to the top of the prostate shoe she recommends a PSA test. <br /><br />The prostate-specific antigen (PSA) test is a blood test that checks the level of a certain antigen. Elevated levels don't always mean cancer, it can indicate prostatitis (inflammation of the prostate) and benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH) (enlargement of the prostate). If the PSA comes back with elevated levels then she'll put the glove on... The PSA is a $30.00 test but it's free to get a finger up the bum? For some reason that seems backwards.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-669462771651739301?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-44402937918366141072009-01-17T09:53:00.003-05:002009-01-17T10:47:15.194-05:00Not a lot. As I said earlier I got my awesome black and pink Phantom and I'm waiting for spring to play with it. <br /><br />Just before Christmas we finally managed to get into a local doctor's office and she's taking us on as patients. That will make it a lot easier than traveling to and from Belleville. Dr. Daneshmend is within walking distance of us and also has a patients only after hours clinic. <br /><br />I've made my first appointment with her too. February 2 I go in to talk to her about me having sinusitis and to get a prostate check. Yeah, it's not something anyone really wants to hear about but too bad for you. For me it's a growing concern. I'm going to be 38 in 50 days, 40 is creeping up on me... Add to that both of my grandfathers suffered prostate cancer and only one beat it. <br /><br />Aside from that my health is pretty good. The cold weather is stiffening my back up and having to shovel the driveway doesn't help, but that has to get done by someone. <br /><br />Carrie still has whatever her flu/cold is. She's kind of moved downstairs into their extra bedroom. She's up most of the night coughing and doesn't want to disturb Logan and I. It's nice of her but the bedroom is kind of lonely. The cold is also playing hell on her back. Thankfully spring isn't too far away.<br /><br />Logan is in good health as well. The cold is affecting his asthma a little. Nothing to worry about but he's clearing his throat a lot and has an occasional cough. His puffers are helping. His schooling is doing better. He's getting his homework done like he's supposed to, no notes are coming home about him goofing off in class. <br /><br />Taz is great. He lost the last of his puppy teeth the other day. He's just a goofy puppy. <br /><br /><br /><br />50 days until mine and Logan's birthdays.... He'll be 9 and I'll be 38.<br />What do i want for my birthday? <br />Well, I need new computer speakers. <br /><br />A new paintball mask would be great, Proto Axis (red) or VForce Grillz (red) would be awesome, Vforce Pro-vantage would be great too.<br /><br />My one and only big ticket item would be the SG-1 Prescription Goggle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SXH7UuLwvlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eJJvhwdAYNM/s1600-h/SG-1+goggle.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SXH7UuLwvlI/AAAAAAAAAOE/eJJvhwdAYNM/s200/SG-1+goggle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292287370550361682" /></a><br />They don't look like much but check them out: <a href="http://store.selfdefensearmory.com/shared/StoreFront/default.asp?CS=sda&StoreType=BtoC&Count1=4818141&Count2=921958565&ProductID=266&Target=products.asp">SG-1 Goggles</a><br /><br />$299 US for the frames, a clear lens and a gray lens. You can wear them with only the strap or it can be removed and worn with arms. The lenses are ballistic grade too. I've thought about getting the transitional lenses too but that boosts the cost up to $350, so does getting gray polarized... Sigh. <br /><br />Logan is in need of a new bike this year. He's just too big for his old one. He needs a new helmet to go with it. He'd also like the Guitar Hero drum set and mic. GAH! <br /><br />He loves his Nerf Dart guns he got for Christmas and wants a few more of them. At least those move him towards paintball LOL!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4440293791836614107?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-30891802058204255032009-01-08T13:11:00.006-05:002009-01-11T14:27:22.854-05:00I went out to get the package today. The bus was running late because the roads are crappily plowed. On the plus side it was only a 5 minute wait for the bus to get back home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo64ZcITpI/AAAAAAAAANE/jj1TRE-o5rE/s1600-h/HPIM6084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo64ZcITpI/AAAAAAAAANE/jj1TRE-o5rE/s200/HPIM6084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290105452876025490" /></a><br />Opening the box!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo6438SmqI/AAAAAAAAANM/3UT9Bq3F_MA/s1600-h/HPIM6094.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo6438SmqI/AAAAAAAAANM/3UT9Bq3F_MA/s200/HPIM6094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290105461063981730" /></a> Beautiful body!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo65cf27kI/AAAAAAAAANU/XZXsHW6MFlQ/s1600-h/HPIM6097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo65cf27kI/AAAAAAAAANU/XZXsHW6MFlQ/s200/HPIM6097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290105470876839490" /></a> Beginning to assemble!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo656lxi9I/AAAAAAAAANc/3BPG5blroUE/s1600-h/HPIM6098.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo656lxi9I/AAAAAAAAANc/3BPG5blroUE/s200/HPIM6098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290105478954716114" /></a>Adding the Barrel!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo66WbYjsI/AAAAAAAAANk/S5usZGzOTMY/s1600-h/HPIM6102.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo66WbYjsI/AAAAAAAAANk/S5usZGzOTMY/s200/HPIM6102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290105486427328194" /></a>Me and my new black pink dust anodized CCI Phantom!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWpIAcDcAvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xy5ruxPkHJs/s1600-h/black+pink+phantom.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWpIAcDcAvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/xy5ruxPkHJs/s200/black+pink+phantom.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290119884667880178" /></a>Close up of the black pink dust ano. Purty ain't she? <br /><br />It seems my paintball marker collection is growing!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/Puzuma/Paintball%20stuff/HPIM6110.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 480px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v605/Puzuma/Paintball%20stuff/HPIM6110.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's the letter the guys from the SOPC included:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo8HQHY9EI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IAhAa13DORo/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWo8HQHY9EI/AAAAAAAAAN0/IAhAa13DORo/s200/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290106807582782530" /></a><br /><br /><br />This gift just blew me away! <br />Thanks guys!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3089180205820425503?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-6722234904600666822009-01-07T15:42:00.000-05:002009-01-07T15:43:29.526-05:00I called Shopper's Drugmart Canada Post Outlet again today. The package still isn't there. The guy gave me a phone number to a Canada Post manager, Bob Gallipeau. Before I called him I tried the customer Service line again.<br /><br />They told me that according to the computer my package is at a different outlet at 100 Clergy St. That would mean it's at the Queen's University outlet. They didn't have a phone number for there. Why, I don't know. It took me 40 minutes of Googleing to find it. According to the lady I spoke to they only handle mail for Queen's. It shouldn't be there and GASP! It wasn't.<br /><br />Now it's time to call the Manager's number. 18 rings later the answering machine picks up. I leave a message and as of now I'm still waiting for the call to be returned. <br /><br />I wonder if I can get everyone on the Special Ops forum to join in on a letter writting campaign? I wonder if Canada Post would get the irony of that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-672223490460066682?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-89575888306342467622009-01-04T11:45:00.002-05:002009-01-04T12:02:46.023-05:00January 4, 2009. I guess that means the holidays are over. Good. <br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I'm no Scrooge, I don't hate the Holidays. I just hate the stupidity that it generates. I guess the stupid never stops but at least it's less intense now. <br /><br />Initially for Christmas gifts:<br />I got:<br />Prince of Persia: Rival Swords for the Wii<br />2 t-shirts<br />some 12g cartridges (The one from Legato hasn't arrived yet. I'm guess Tuesday next week)<br />Precision screwdriver set<br />Coffee cup with chocolates<br />Punisher style belt buckle<br />Monopoly: Star Wars Edition<br />new boot laces<br /><br />Carrie got:<br />CSI game for the Wii<br />2 different dolphin ornaments<br />matching toque, mitts & scarf<br />Jewellry box<br />Sudoku book<br />Slippers<br /><br />Logan got:<br />12 pair of underwear<br />2 shirts<br />2 pair of pants<br />mini skateboard<br />Pixar Cars Megablocks<br />mini sled<br />Iron man digital still camera<br />Digital video camera<br />Spongebob Squarepants electronic Yahtzee<br />Scrabble<br />Wheel of Fortune: Simpsons edition<br />a Bionicle<br />Guitar Hero World Tour<br />5 other Wii games<br />Journey to the Center of the Earth 3D<br />Batman Hotwheels track<br />some Bakugan things<br />4 Pez dispensers. <br /><br />Carrie and I also got a new coffee maker and on Dec 29 I received a package containing a Sterling STP paintball pump marker. <br /><br />On Dec 30 my mother and grandmother stopped in to bring their presents for Logan. A hotwheels type race track, some Wii games and some Nerf guns. Grandma took us out for lunch that day and I missed the mail man. It seems another package arrived for me. Totally unexpected. <br /><br />According to the notice that was left I could pick the package up after 5pm the same day. Due to other things going on that didn't happen. The next day (Jan 31) I went in only to in out it wasn't supposed to be there until after 1 pm.It sucked but I still had to go and get some dog food anyway. Since it was stupid cold out I called before going back. It turns out my package was missing, "Try after 5pm."<br /><br />5pm: still missing. <br /><br />Thursday... I called not expecting much because it was a holiday. I was given the number for Canada Post's Customer Service line. Fat lot of help that was. <br /><br />Called again on Friday and still nothing. <br /><br />Today... Still nothing but if it were in transit like the customer service guy said it <span style="font-style:italic;">should</span> be in on Monday, after 1 pm. I think I'll wait until after 5 just to be safe. <br /><br />I'm at a point of annoyance where going down there and causing damage sounds like a good idea..... <br /><br />At least i still have my new marker to play with! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWDrpZABtVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XKOvTmaWl90/s1600-h/HPIM6018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SWDrpZABtVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/XKOvTmaWl90/s200/HPIM6018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287485058851124562" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8957588830634246762?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-85339601875896151122008-12-11T17:53:00.002-05:002008-12-11T18:05:23.774-05:00I started working on this today at 10:00 am. I started by disconcerting the power, opening the case, pulling out the DVD drive and the hard drive bays, connecting the C: and DVD drives to the motherboard and powering up the computer. <br /><br />Windows began to install and asked me if I wanted to delete the partitions but wouldn't let me. so I continued the install. It too about an hour & seemed to go fine so I put the hardware back the way it was, rebooted and got an error. Did some research on it and found I STILL had the virus. GAH! So I installed a virus scanner, found and removed the problem and rebooted.... Same error. <br /><br />Thankfully the site that ID the virus had instruction on how to manually remove it. I followed the instructions, rebooted and thought I was good. Nope. killing the virus messed up the install... So back to square one. <br /><br />5 hours of install, resetting hardware and lots of waiting later I'm back in business. <br /><br />Now I just have a few more hours of locating and installing drivers, browser add-ons, music and photo programs.......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8533960187589615112?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-7861846168272382802008-12-10T15:46:00.002-05:002008-12-10T15:54:51.530-05:00Yeah, my computer is down due to a freaking virus. <br /><br />Our friend Will videoed our wedding and sent the DVD to us. Last week Carrie decided she wanted to put it on her Facebook. The only program I have to convert it didn't seem to want to work right so I began looking for something else. I found a program, downloaded and scanned it for viruses. It came up as clean so I installed it.....<br /><br />17 trojans later I can't load windows because the XP Data Execution Protection kicks in and stops Windows Explorer from loading.... Now I'm having to do a reformat/reinstall. <br /><br />The problem with that is I only have one IDE connector on my motherboard for the hard drives. My DVD drive is connected through an Ultra 133 controller card in a PCI slot. WinXP install doesn't like that. <br /><br />So i called a computer place to see how much, $74.99. It includes a hardware diag too. Talking to the tech though I found out that I can connect the C: and the DVD to the same IDE cable. It'll be slower than if they were on separate channels but it should allow me to install. I'll be trying that tomorrow. If it doesn't work I'll have to take it in. Sigh. Merry freaking Christmas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-786184616827238280?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-86986424389483268132008-11-18T16:23:00.002-05:002008-11-18T16:29:43.449-05:00Last month Carrie's parents went to the doctor to get a colon cancer test done. A few weeks ago her dad got a letter back saying he was fine, her mom didn't. At first it was thought that the mail was just messed up and she'd get it a day or two later. Instead she got a call from the doctor setting up another appointment, for today.<br /><br />A short while ago Carrie's mother called. She's got colon cancer. More tests are needed to determine how far along it is but they have to be put on hold until her hemorrhoids are healed up so they can do the colonoscopy, about a month from now. <br /><br />We don't know how bad it really is but we do know it's bad enough that she has passed out trying to use the washroom. What a great thing to find out a little more than a month before Christmas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8698642438948326813?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-35091578725287218612008-11-09T11:36:00.003-05:002008-11-09T11:55:14.586-05:00November 6 was my grandmother's 87th birthday. She's the oldest and only surviving grandparent I have. <br /><br />Also on Nov. 6 Carrie had some major anxiety attacks. All three were accompanied with chest pains. After the third one she was in enough pain and scared enough to go to the hospital. <br /><br />They hooked her up to the ECG machine and found that, yes, a heart attack had started but because she managed to calm down enough it didn't go into a full blown one. They also prescribed her Lorazepam to take during an anxiety attack. <br /><br />Obviously this is something we'll need to keep an eye on and hope it doesn't get worse. <br /><br />Add to that, that Logan's school called for us to go get him. One of the other kids wanted to demonstrate a karate move, Logan ended up with a knee in the face and a bloody nose. <br /><br />On the plus side (sarcasm)... Our Christmas tree (Can I say that anymore? Is it called a Holiday Tree now? Do I need to switch it from a pine to palm?)is up and mostly decorated. Still have to put the ornaments on but the garland and lights are up. I think, aside from the stores, we're the first to put it up. <br /><br />I guess that means it's that time of year where we have forgo tradition and become obscenely politically correct and begin elbowing the elderly in the face as we scramble to buy the affections of friends and family. <br /><br />My opinion on this?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SRcVXrWc8qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OfkXjruq8jQ/s1600-h/HPIM5104.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SRcVXrWc8qI/AAAAAAAAAKM/OfkXjruq8jQ/s200/HPIM5104.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266701785751155362" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3509157872528721861?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-62479355618054271882008-10-28T11:10:00.004-04:002008-10-28T11:30:47.515-04:00Yeah. It's that time of year again. Pumpkins are barely carved and pine trees are decorated in the bigger stores. It sucks. <br /><br />Last week Logan and Carrie wanted to carve their pumpkins. I told them it's best to wait until a day or two before Halloween. But they insisted. <br /><br />So we looked on line for stencils and found some we liked. Carrie and Logan picked something fairly simple. I went more complicated. It took me 4 hours to carve it using a precision screw driver...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcsk7p1VqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zqVHTtgh-Fg/s1600-h/HPIM5057a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcsk7p1VqI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zqVHTtgh-Fg/s200/HPIM5057a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262223702605780642" />Logan's, mine, Carrie's</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcs_pTEMdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k6H8wIkPPQw/s1600-h/HPIM5059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcs_pTEMdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k6H8wIkPPQw/s200/HPIM5059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262224161534915026" />Logan's</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcs_WM1RXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GTCyqhDLDa0/s1600-h/HPIM5061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcs_WM1RXI/AAAAAAAAAJw/GTCyqhDLDa0/s200/HPIM5061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262224156408497522" />Mine</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcs-9--GpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TB9kxT-5JYw/s1600-h/HPIM5062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcs-9--GpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TB9kxT-5JYw/s200/HPIM5062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262224149907905170" />Carrie's</a><br /><br />Now all three of them are sitting outside, wilting. They seem to be sprouting white cob webby mold too. I guess that means no pumpkin pie.... <br /><br />I suppose I could buy a new pumpkin and carve something else out but I don't know if I can muster the energy for that. Why? I'm getting over Viral Bronchitis. Carrie's just starting her run with it and I'm hoping I won't get it again.<br /><br />Christmas is now only 57 days away. I guess I need to get moving on the shopping. I hate buying Christmas, beating people out of the way so I can try and do some shopping. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcwE7p0S-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hYyedLzU9rg/s1600-h/Christmaween.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 136px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SQcwE7p0S-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/hYyedLzU9rg/s200/Christmaween.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262227550896409570" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6247935561805427188?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1115159471250212832008-09-28T09:52:00.003-04:002008-09-28T10:33:08.484-04:00Taz! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SN-MiC5-3vI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wkeymn-yiTA/s1600-h/HPIM4835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SN-MiC5-3vI/AAAAAAAAAJY/wkeymn-yiTA/s200/HPIM4835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251070207060795122" />Taz sleeping in his food dish.</a><br /><br />Obviously he's not the WB Taz:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i-love-cartoons.com/snags/clipart/Looney-Toons/Taz/Taz-Tornado.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i-love-cartoons.com/snags/clipart/Looney-Toons/Taz/Taz-Tornado.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />but he does run around, has a mouth full of sharp teeth and is certainly a devil!<br />We got him Wed. night around 8:30 pm. Carrie was asked by friends what she wanted for her birthday next month and she gave a short list that included a pooch but wasn't expecting one. However we found an awesome deal on some puppies whose mother is a pure bred husky and the dad is a pure bred black lab. The guy had 9 puppies and no room to keep them all so he needed them gone a.s.a.p.. <br /><br />Taz is learning quickly. He came to us partly paper trained and has had only a couple of misses. He's getting better every day though. He's also gotten used to walking on a leash, though he still hasn't figured out that cutting me off or walking between my feet is bad but that will come. He definately like to be outside. We take him out back several times a day to try and do his business. So far it's hit and miss on that too. We started with the Sit command and that's coming along too. The basic commands (Sit, stay, down, heel, stay, drop) don't get a treat, just lots of praise but trick commands (shake, roll over, sing, dance, etc) will get both.<br /><br />For now the worst part of having him is that we have to sleep with our bedroom door open. If it's closed he starts to bark and howl. With it open he'll come in and sleep on my slippers. The down part is that I like to sleep with it as dark as possible. With the door open I hear Logan get up to the bathroom, some of the street light bounces in and down the hall if the front curtains aren't closed, my computer tower is "batman" with glowing eyes and that's enough to keep m awake. Add to that our hamster and degus run in wheels and rattle their cages.... Being a light sleeps sucks but at the same time I an get up and check to see if there have been any midnight poopings and clean them up if needed.<br /><br />Yesterday he was definately in a playful mood. He decided that his water dish was a pool and jumped in with his front feet. <br /><br />Looks like it's time to let him outside again!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-111515947125021283?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-22007806976688474262008-09-10T22:37:00.002-04:002008-09-10T22:47:39.041-04:00There are days where you wake up in the morning and say to yourself, "What the fuck am I doing? Nobody gives a damn about me and what I do." Doing volunteer staff work on the paintball forum has more than it's fair share of those kinds of days.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong. I do enjoy it. I've met dozens, if not hundreds, of great people. The majority of them seem to get my odd sense of humor and even though they have voted me "Most Evil Forum Staff" four years in a row. But there are still days where I do things quietly and feel like I've been forgotten. <br /><br />Then there are days where someone posts something like <a href="http://forum.specialopspaintball.com/index.php?showtopic=158790&st=0&#entry2170830">this.</a> The fact that someone would take the time to find and post it is great. The fact that someone suggested pooling money to get me a custom Pez totally rocks! <br /><br />I don't expect to actually have a bunch of people who have never met me actually do it but it's the thought that counts. And it certainly made my day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-2200780697668847426?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-61737226237717564442008-08-31T14:33:00.001-04:002008-08-31T14:34:43.271-04:00So, it's over and done with. We is hitched!<br /><br />The weather was a bit more humid than we would have liked but over all it was perfect. Mostly sunny, nice breeze and the ground was dry and firm.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrO_rxthRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFdqLmvO0MU/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrO_rxthRI/AAAAAAAAAHI/dFdqLmvO0MU/s200/DSC00097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240728709877302546" border="0" /></a>Groom, ring bearer and Best Man<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrO_0IQ-aI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9-4FrOtPItc/s1600-h/DSC00106.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrO_0IQ-aI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/9-4FrOtPItc/s200/DSC00106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240728712119384482" border="0" /></a>The ceremony begins!<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrPAGGJDEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xouDpzZBx6U/s1600-h/n563922792_1212287_4361.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrPAGGJDEI/AAAAAAAAAHY/xouDpzZBx6U/s200/n563922792_1212287_4361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240728716942314562" border="0" /></a>She gets her ring...<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrPASmq-1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/bAuG95496Ms/s1600-h/n563922792_1212291_5782.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrPASmq-1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/bAuG95496Ms/s200/n563922792_1212291_5782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240728720299981650" border="0" /></a>and I get mine!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrPAYtuJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/d3xOU-Chtpw/s1600-h/n563922792_1212292_6134.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrPAYtuJ8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/d3xOU-Chtpw/s200/n563922792_1212292_6134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240728721940162498" border="0" /></a>First married kiss!<br /></div><br />It was quiet and simple. 14 people involved. After the ceremony we went to Belleville for the photo shoot. My brother-in-law Steve is a semi-pro photographer and did our pictures as a wedding gift. Hopefully we'll see them soon.<br /><br />Carries teacher, Marilyn Rankin, was able to make it. I think that was one of the big surprises for Carrie.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrTUrn7X8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/A5xo7qyMUNY/s1600-h/P8230784.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrTUrn7X8I/AAAAAAAAAH4/A5xo7qyMUNY/s200/P8230784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240733468660031426" border="0" /></a>Marilyn and Carrie<br /></div><br />Will "Slinkyaroo" Ludlow, one of the guys I know from the paintball forum, made it. A pleasant surprise for both Carrie and I. I was a bit concerned he would miss the wedding due to when he finished work and when we were going to start.<br /><br />My biggest surprise was that my friend from WAAAAAY back in grade 4 made it. John and I met in Nova Scotia and now he lives in Ottawa. He had told me a few weeks before that he and his family should be back from vacation in time but may not be able to make it because of sitters and his wife getting ready to start teaching. The night before the wedding he calls and tells me he'll be there. 5 minutes before Carrie arrives I see him hop out of his truck.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrSN2A__sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RPbWosMNeWA/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrSN2A__sI/AAAAAAAAAHw/RPbWosMNeWA/s200/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240732251678834370" border="0" /></a>John and I.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOJJ1v-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/6scsNOicrEg/s1600-h/DSC00151.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOJJ1v-I/AAAAAAAAAIA/6scsNOicrEg/s200/DSC00151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240736654862696418" border="0" /></a>The married couple.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOU1LNVI/AAAAAAAAAII/Aa2yQfrbW-4/s1600-h/DSC00175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOU1LNVI/AAAAAAAAAII/Aa2yQfrbW-4/s200/DSC00175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240736657997247826" border="0" /></a>The wedding party.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOdVNcaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RClp80tYRnk/s1600-h/n563922792_1212317_6060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOdVNcaI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/RClp80tYRnk/s200/n563922792_1212317_6060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240736660279095714" border="0" /></a>Being a little silly<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOQwgxHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_EChnzp483s/s1600-h/n563922792_1212320_7369.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOQwgxHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/_EChnzp483s/s200/n563922792_1212320_7369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240736656903947378" border="0" /></a>Groom and Best Man<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOrHd6mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0PevR314lQw/s1600-h/n563922792_1212319_6927.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrWOrHd6mI/AAAAAAAAAIg/0PevR314lQw/s200/n563922792_1212319_6927.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240736663979551330" border="0" /></a>My mother and the Bride goofing around.<br /></div><br /><br />Dinner was kind of a mixed blessing. Logan hadn't slept properly the night before and was starting to get very cranky. We all told him it was fine if he had a nap at the restaurant but he refused. Everyone did their best to be patient with the little guy but after a couple of hours it does grate on the nerves. Jim, my step dad, took Logan back to my parents place and put him to bed. It turns out Logan didn't want us to be upset with him for missing his special dance with his mom. What a little sweetheart. We also had a visit from an elderly lady. She and her husband were there celebrating their 65th anniversary! Supposedly that's a sign of good luck.<br /><br />After dinner it was back to my parents for cake and a bit of dancing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrYyG6UoGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jfApyW_aM6Q/s1600-h/20080830-124033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrYyG6UoGI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jfApyW_aM6Q/s200/20080830-124033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240739471759286370" border="0" /></a>Yeah... I still have icing in my nose.<br /><br /></div><br /><br />Sunday morning we left on our Honeymoon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjTHg7BSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/z9YNpkqnVxg/s1600-h/HPIM4371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjTHg7BSI/AAAAAAAAAIw/z9YNpkqnVxg/s200/HPIM4371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240751033973146914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjTLaEWaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/c8ojzkeX03M/s1600-h/HPIM4439.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjTLaEWaI/AAAAAAAAAI4/c8ojzkeX03M/s200/HPIM4439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240751035018140066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We made it!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjTSErcwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ReyUqvUvUZc/s1600-h/HPIM4468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjTSErcwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ReyUqvUvUZc/s200/HPIM4468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240751036807475970" border="0" /></a>On the Maid of the Mist.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjTZxXxLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uZLuN-gi61w/s1600-h/HPIM4585.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjTZxXxLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uZLuN-gi61w/s200/HPIM4585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240751038873978034" border="0" /></a>Champagne toast in our heart shaped jacuzzi.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjThf-MfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vNhfGc4pnlw/s1600-h/HPIM4587.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SLrjThf-MfI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vNhfGc4pnlw/s200/HPIM4587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240751040948482546" border="0" /></a>Smooch!<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6173722623771756444?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-84412836522533929972008-08-01T10:58:00.003-04:002008-08-01T11:25:30.903-04:00Today was supposed to be moving day. Most of our stuff is packed and ready to haul to the main floor apartment and has been for a while. A couple of days ago the landlord called saying there would be a delay in us getting up there. <br /><br />Great... I'd already put in a request for moving our phone, cable and internet in. It was to be disconnected Aug 1 and because Monday is a Civic holiday not connected until Aug 5. Since the landlord didn't tell me why there was a delay or how long of one I canceled the move order. <br /><br />This morning Carrie gets a hold of the landlord. They will be in sometime this afternoon to inspect the apartment and change the locks. We should be able to start moving in late afternoon/early evening, Saturday at the latest. Now I need to put a move order back in....<br /><br />They can't give me the original date now. August 13 is the earliest a tech can be here. We can't be without a phone for that long. We've got cell phones but I prefer a land line, especially with all our family being out of town. Thankfully no-one will be moving into the basement apartment for a few months as the landlords want to do some repairs. We'll just have to keep the basement door open so we can hear the phone but our services won't be disconnected until August 12. <br /><br />Now for the monster....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SJMnIQ4c1KI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KY6aZ7VHopY/s1600-h/IMG_1883_3_.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SJMnIQ4c1KI/AAAAAAAAAHA/KY6aZ7VHopY/s200/IMG_1883_3_.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229566615231452322" /></a><a href="http://network.nationalpost.com/np/blogs/theampersand/archive/2008/07/31/sea-monster-washes-up-on-gawker.aspx">Original story</a><br /><br />That "thing" washed up on a beach in Long Island NY some sources say it was a week ago, others claim back in April. <br /><br />Nobody seems to know what it is. the most popular theories are hoax/viral advert for a movie or a decomposing dog/pig/raccoon. Looking at that photo it's hard to believe it's a commonly known species. It's got a tail, webbed looking feet, no apparent ears, a beak and teeth. Very weird animal. <br /><br />I posted it up on the Special Ops forum and we've been having fun trying to figure out what it could be: Movie prop, photoshopped image, something from the deep, a mutant? <br /><br />While I believe that there are creatures out there we haven't seen before an knowing that odd mammals do exist (platypus anyone?) it's not too much of a stretch to think it is a real beast. Some news reports say 20 or more people saw it in person and some guy grabbed it to mount on his wall, so being a fake photo is out. The pic doesn't look real enough, realistic yes, but not quite real. So I tend to lean towards the movie prop idea. <br /><br />Earlier today one of the forum members posted a link to another story and a new pic of the creature. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2008-07/41361961.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.newsday.com/media/photo/2008-07/41361961.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> <a href="http://www.newsday.com/news/columnists/ny-lijoy0801,0,5138315.column">New photo story</a><br /><br />Looking at that I'm more inclined to believe it's a dog that's decomposed a bit in the water. <br /><br />It was more fun to look at the original picture and guess. Damned news people.... Such spoilsports.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8441283652253392997?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-3392158717174562342008-07-30T16:11:00.002-04:002008-07-30T16:23:35.929-04:00So. Back in June there was an issue with the 2nd floor neighbor. The cops were called and the neighbor gave notice shortly there after.<br /><br />We made some calls and arranged so we could move in up stairs.<br /><br />The money has changed hands and we were looking forward to moving on Friday, August 1 and having everything settled before the wedding on the 23rd. We were hoping to start moving in a few days before the end of the month but were expecting the former neighbor to piss around and make us wait until the last minute.<br /><br />Today the landlord calls and says there may be a delay in us moving in. She didn't specify but hinted that the former tenant might not have all their crap moved out. It could be a day or two before we can move in. Not really a big deal since our apartment isn't being rented for a few months, we can stay put.<br /><br />Half an hour later she calls back. It seems that the former tenant has been telling the landlord that charges had been laid over the June incident. This is the first I'd heard about. Did I want to press charges? Hell yeah. Probably could have dinged her with trespassing and assault but would it have really been worth it? Probably not. I then spent half an hour on the phone with the police trying to find out what the hell is going on. Suffice it to say no charges were laid against ANYONE.<br /><br />Hopefully the move is sorted out tomorrow and we can move on Friday. If not I guess we'll be staying put for a few days.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-339215871717456234?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-19170678289496235712008-07-23T21:30:00.002-04:002008-07-23T21:41:06.604-04:00Yesterday Carrie had a dental visit to finish her cleaning. On the way out I decided that since the wedding is getting closer I should get my cleaning done soon and booked an appointment. I was expecting to have to wait a week but they had an opening this morning.<br /><br />I get to the dentist office about 15 minutes early and go in. The hygienist Takes a quick peek in my mouth and asks the usual questions. She then hands a cup with some liquid in it.<br /><br />"We're going to do an oral cancer screening. The rinse needs to be swished around for 45 seconds and it's doesn't taste good."<br /><br />I was expecting it to be some awful pseudo flavor like chocolate or banana milkshake... Was I ever wrong. 45 seconds seemed like forever and I was trying not to gag. I spit and comment that it's very disgusting and it tasted like strawberry flavored vinegar. "Close. It's raspberry flavored vinegar." <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">BLECH!!! </span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />After that I laid back and she poked around my mouth with a blue light looking for potential cancer indicators. Thankfully it came up clean. As far as I can tell it was something like this: <a href="http://www.vizilite.com/">http://www.vizilite.com/ </a><br /><br />Overall the cleaning went well, considering my last one was 2 years ago. They found one cavity and I was able to get an appointment this morning as well.<br /><br />I now have nice shiny teeth for the wedding!<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1917067828949623571?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-2260263012284326732008-07-21T21:25:00.000-04:002008-07-21T21:26:58.270-04:00<blockquote></blockquote>Dunno where this came from but it needed to get out.<br /><br /><blockquote><br />I'm alone in the dark, staring at the fragments of light. Five, no, four white dots so far away I can just barely see them. Are they stars? Maybe it's the last remnants of my soul fading away.<br /><br />It seems like years since I counted out the codeine pills and checked on line to see if I had enough. I must have otherwise I wouldn't have taken them all. I think I can feel the pill bottle still in my hand. I don't know though, maybe I don't have hands maybe I never did.<br /><br />Three fragments left.<br /><br />I know I'm still breathing but just barely. I can't tell if I can hear it or feel it, probably a bit of both. I don't really care though. I think it hurts but I'm not too sure. It's shallow and ragged like a child that's been crying over it's dead dog.<br /><br />Two lights left. I think I should be afraid but I'm not. My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth and I think I shit myself. I still can't feel my hands and feet but I can feel my guts churning and the powdery leftovers of having chewed the pills. I think I'm crying. Maybe I vomited. It's hard to tell, all I feel is wet on my face.<br /><br />One left.<br /><br />How long is it between the lights going out? I don't know and I'm not really worried. Time seems to have lost all meaning. It's getting hard to think, to remember. All I can do is wonder. Was this the smart thing to do? Would slitting my wrist have been better? Could I have gotten a gun? Is there a really a god and an after life? how long before the last light....</blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-226026301228432673?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-15677366075740414852008-07-09T22:24:00.003-04:002008-07-09T22:41:23.275-04:00School is now out for the year and for the last week it's been nice weather. Warm, sunny and not overly humid. The last 2 days though that's changed. Today it was 24C, 30C with the Humidex. Sticky and gross. <br /><br />Friday the local pool began it's free Friday evening family swim. We missed the first one but we're not going to miss the next... Unless it's raining. <br /><br />Saturday we took Logan and 2 of his friends to "Sky's the Limit". It's a fundraiser for March of Dimes. Most of the activities were to raise money but the most fun was free and set up by the Canadian Forces. A Kiddie Commando Obstacle Course. <br /><br />Things were scaled back for the kids and the "live fire" consisted of 12 or so SuperSoakers, 5 of which were stationed at the zip line. The zip line was only about 20' long but the guys would stop the slide and just hose the kids down. On the way out each kid got a certificate of participation and some other things like pens, stickers and temporary tattoos. <br /><br />Logan is happy with the Wii he got and even happier with our neighbor. He's recruited Logan to help with painting and is going to pay him $40.00 or buy Logan a new Wii game. He's 8 years old and has his first "real" paying job. When I was I I think I was just out riding my bike and collecting pop bottles to return for refunds and buying candy.<br /><br />I need a freaking drink. I'm starting to dehydrate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1567736607574041485?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-78464726655326888632008-06-21T15:37:00.003-04:002008-06-21T15:50:27.063-04:00If you haven't bothered to read the wedding blog then you don't know that the date has been changed. Again. August 23, 2008. <br />Yup, the end of this summer. Tuesday we go meet the Officiant and check out the wedding location. The guest list has been pared down to...6 I think. <br /><br />Carrie is gone for the weekend. She went to Toronto. Her favorite WWE wrestler is at the Eaton Center signing autographs. A friend of ours bought the ticket for her as an extremely early birthday present.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SF1ZljFBRVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AUBfHoB3tIA/s1600-h/Batistia+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SF1ZljFBRVI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/AUBfHoB3tIA/s200/Batistia+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214422445171230034" /></a> <br />She brought her pillow, book and doll to be signed. When I spoke to her after lunch she was overjoyed that he signed all three. I guess having a VIP pass has it's privileges, those that didn't have the pass were limited to one item. <br />To top it off she also has a pic of her standing with him. It'll probably get put on a t-shirt in a few weeks. <br /><br />Next week is the last week for Logan's school. The last two have been interesting. Friday the 13 his school was in lockdown. It seems there was an armed man somewhere in the neighborhood. 4 schools in total got locked down for about 30 minutes. This past Friday they did "Play Day". The entire school went outside to play some games and just have fun. This coming Monday is a BBQ. Supposedly Mater from Cars is supposed to be there for photos. I guess we'll see about that.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-7846472665532688863?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-72731968189445785182008-06-15T19:21:00.003-04:002008-06-15T20:32:41.089-04:00Happy Father's Day! <br /><br />Father's Day, yes. Happy, not so much.<br /><br />At 0700 there's a sharp knock on the bedroom door. Since Carrie is still sleeping next to me I must assume it's Logan and hope for some burnt toast or some cereal. Nope. The hamster escaped. It took five minutes to catch the thing and I went back to bed still hoping for breakfast in bed.<br /><br />0900- Knock on the bedroom door again. Logan wants to go outside to play. I'm barely awake and Carrie's still sleeping. Since the rule is he can't go out unless we're awake the answer is no. I drift off again. <br /><br />1000- Knock on the door again. This time one of the Degus has gotten out(third time in the last week). I had the little fucker but he bit me and pretty badly too. 2 bleeding "cuts", one for the upper and one for the lower teeth. Now I have an Elastoplast bandage and Polysporin on it. Hopefully I don't develop some weird rat infection. If I do at least people will know what happened to me.<br /><br />Now if that isn't bad enough... Yesterday I woke up with a stiff neck. This morning the neck was fine, my right shoulder on the other hand was barely mobile. Almost ten hours, one muscle relaxer and 10 extra strength Tylenol later I still hurt but my shoulder moves. So I wasn't in the best mood to begin with. <br /><br />On the plus side I got an Exact-o Knife (& spare blades) and a cutting mat so I can do my paper crafts. <br /><br />One other thing I'm annoyed at is Logan's school. They made Mothers Day cards/gifts but not Father's Day? What the hell is up with that?<br /><br />In other news....<br /><br />My mother had surgery several weeks ago. She saw her doctor the other day and was told all is well. <br /><br />Last weekend Logan did his Kidfest 5Km run. Last year he finished in 43 minutes and 30 seconds. This year he was up the night before vomiting and complained of a sore stomach the entire way to, during and from the event. He was told that if he didn't feel up to it he didn't have to run but he wanted to try and win a Wii. That didn't happen. <br /><br />He finished in 46:30, 3 minutes slower. The first place runner was done in 18:22. Logan was upset and tried to tell my mom what happened. I ended up sending her an email to clear some points up for her. She responded asking what a Wii was... after 3 or 4 emails back and forth she said she was going to stop by this past Wed. and <span style="font-weight:bold;">maybe</span> have a Wii for him. She showed up Sunday with it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-7273196818944578518?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-48700021005121939222008-05-20T09:02:00.003-04:002008-05-20T09:17:42.184-04:00I did some a few years ago and had fun doing it. Too bad the models were wrecked when we moved. <br /><br />Over the last few weeks I've been on a major model hunt. I haven't been disappointed. I've found several in a wide array of difficulty. So far I've only done a few of the simpler ones.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SDLMrvbEAKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zAXBeSHEp1Q/s1600-h/HPIM3713.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/SDLMrvbEAKI/AAAAAAAAAGI/zAXBeSHEp1Q/s200/HPIM3713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202445571402760354" /></a><br /><br />I've got a bunch of others I really want to do but I'm out of colour ink! WAAH! <br />I've got some highly detailed military models, Ecto-1, Back to the Future Delorean, Starcraft Terran Cannon....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4870002100512193922?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-38863204122698282082008-04-13T17:02:00.003-04:002008-04-13T17:20:27.604-04:00So two weeks ago I woke up in a bad mood. I spent the morning at a slow boil but it was under control.<br /><br />Then some comments were made to me, normally they wouldn't have bothered me but I was already on edge. I could feel it getting close to being out of control and decided to go for a walk to cool down. <br /><br />Unfortunately my way was blocked and more was said. I gave one warning to move and was ignored. No thought at all my arm cocks back and lets fly, missing a head barely and hitting a solid wood door that opens towards me. Absolutely no give and the door still shook in it's frame. <br /><br />6 hours later I'm in the E.R. waiting for X-rays. No breaks, no fractures, no dislocation. However the doctor said it could be months before my hand is back to normal and there could be never damage but not likely. In other words I was lucky to get away with something so stupid. <br /><br />AS it is now I have decent use of my right hand except for the last 2 fingers. It's hard to tie my shoes, use a knife and hold heavy objects with out the support of those two last fingers. Damn does it hurt when I bang into something, enough that I feel sick to the stomach.<br /><br />Carrie pointed something out this morning. Monday, April 7 was our anniversery. Neither one of us even noticed the day go by. I guess it didn't help that none of our friends or family even noticed. Oh well, what can you? On the plus side I can't be blamed for forgetting it. <br /><br />Logan got his report card at the beginning of the month. He's running a B average, same as last term. So that's good to see. He's proud of himself and we are too. <br /><br />Logan is also happy that spring is starting to gain a foothold. Last weekend he spent most of it outside riding his bike. He'd have done the same this weekend but yesterday was raining and today we had company. Besides it was a tad chilly out anyway. This week should be better with it being mostly sunny and warmer. Next week we're supposed to get temps in the upper teens Celsius. I might be able to put the shorts and sandals on and catch some rays!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3886320412269828208?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-70302957438228555832008-03-18T11:14:00.001-04:002008-03-18T11:25:43.181-04:00March Break has come and gone. We were hoping to go check out the paintball field even though it's kind of early in the year. Mother Nature slammed us with a snow storm so we're going to have to wait a bit longer I guess. <br /><br />Carrie had her post op exam yesterday. The OBGYN said she was healing better than expected. She was surprised Carrie was walking so well so soon. There's still some minor tenderness in that area and it'll be another month before the tiredness is done completely. <br /><br />Logan had his 8th birthday on March 8 and I had my 8th anniversary of my 29th birthday on March 9. Logan got some good loot and had a good time with his friends, 3 of which spent the night here. Things like that make me real glad we don't and can't have more kids. LOL <br /><br />My birthday consisted of me going to a movie and waiting a few more days for family to drop by and drop off gifts. My sister gave me 3 t-shirts, my grandmother gave me$40.00 and my mom got me bike parts. <br /><br />For Christmas I got a new watch strap for my watch. I put it on and lost the watch 4 days later. We searched the house on 4 separate occasions looking for it as well as keeping our eyes open hoping it would pop up. No luck. So Carrie got me a new watch from Ebay as an early b-day gift. 3 days after it arrived I'm sweeping in a corner we've looked in and cleaned up several times and find my old watch sitting on the floor. I hate those fucking gremlins/gnomes/borrowers.<br /><br />We picked up a few of those large plastic storage totes. We're fed up with the back room being cluttered because we've had junk stored in a bunch of mismatched food boxed. Over the next few days we'll be going through the back room and reorganizing into the totes. This should be fun....<br /><br />2 weeks ago (I think) our hamster, Harvey, died in Carries hands. He was old when we got him and over the last month we noticed he was becoming more and more lethargic. His eyes were both crusted shut and for 2 days we used a warm wet cloth to try and get them opened. It worked but I think that was the death knell for him. We warned Logan that it was coming but had no idea it was going to be so soon. <br /><br />On March 7 a friend of ours, Larry, bought a new hamster for us, kind of a dual birhtday present. It's only about 6 weeks old now and we aren't sure if it's male or female, though the store staff think it's female. She's a Black Bear Hamster, tentatively named Smokey. My mother laughed thinking we named her after mom's cat and one of Carrie's friends jokes that she's named after his Yahoo screen name. <br /><br />Like most hamsters she sleeps through most of the day. In the evenings when she's awake she's very active. She likes to be in her hamster ball and is nearly impossible to hold safely in your hands. She moves very quickly and hasn't developed much depth perception( which is common for hamsters apparently) yet. She will wriggle and squirm out of your grip, climb up your arm and promptly fall off. Hopefully as we handle her more she'll settle down.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-7030295743822855583?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-13766980048170916552008-02-17T11:26:00.002-05:002008-02-17T11:45:45.371-05:00So Carrie had her surgery on Jan 22. It went well and we're into week 4 of the recovery. Thank god. Neither one of us can stand her not being able to do anything. LOL She can't cook or clean, go for extended walks, have a bath (showers are ok but not the same), no sex (there are alternatives but where's the fun in only one getting pleasure?) and not allowed to lift, push or pull anything over 10 pounds.<br /><br />On the plus side she isn't in pain but she does have the odd bad day.<br /><br />Last night our friend Karen called to see if we could watch her boys be cause the sitter canceled at the last minute. I was a little leery because Logan had had a fever most of the day. We'd given him some Advil and he had seemed fine even up to the point when he ate the Pizza Pocket. All three of them went to bed and around 9:00 pm one of the twins came out saying Logan was barfing in his bed. He was and it was all pizza pocket. I'm guessing the cheese and the fever didn't like each other. So we ended up doing a load of laundry at 9:30/10:00ish.<br /><br />It's only <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">20 days to my birthday!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span> I know I'm getting old too. Last year I put my back out and that sucked but that's not what makes think I'm getting old. A couple days ago my back was stiffening up so I twist a bit and it <span style="font-weight: bold;">POPPED</span>. That felt better than a freaking orgasm. That makes me feel old. <br /><br />Shut and get off my lawn ya stupid kids! Now pass the Geritol and multivitamins.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1376698004817091655?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-36548615880195272082008-01-09T20:34:00.000-05:002008-01-09T20:35:47.720-05:00It seems my internet fame is growing. <br /><br />If you go to Google and type in Puzuma this very blog comes up at the top of the list. That alone is freaking awesome. <br /><br />Today one o the forum members was doing some research on the first game of paintball with little luck online. SO he headed to Wikipedia. Not only did he find some info on the first game he found an entry for the Special Ops forum. After reading the page he got to the bottom, References. <br /><br />http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Ops_Paintball#References<br /><blockquote>Puzuma is known to be one of the most ban-happy admins on the Special Ops Forum, but is also one of the most respected and most helpfull. Warden Wolf enjoys closing topics like crazy, and Tyler (the rest of his Name is forgotten at the time) enjoys ragging on the mods and admins because he still holds a gruge because they deleted the Airsoft Thread.</blockquote><br /><br />I laughed at that. What else can I do?<br /><br />It looks like I've conquered 2 out of three "internet Icon status symbols". Al that's left is for me to be put in an animated youtube "famous internet people" viral videos.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3654861588019527208?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-20561319850383043332008-01-05T12:05:00.000-05:002008-01-05T12:07:25.748-05:00Last night, Friday, I was watching Akira. It ended at 1:15am Carrie had gone to bed about an hour earlier to read some of her book. <br /><br />We'd been laying there for a few minutes when my lips hard started to bother me, badly chapped, and I got up to find some lip balm. When I crawled back into bed the lights were out and she was half a sleep. <br /><br />Obviously I couldn't see her arm on my side of the bed. I ended up putting enough pressure on it at the elbow to wake her up in pain. Thirty minutes later she was off to the hospital because there was an odd clicking at just below the elbow, swelling and a tingling sensation down to her finger tips. I couldn't go because Logan was sleeping. <br /><br />Carrie got home at 5am. In the three hours there they took 6 X-rays and had her talk to an abuse counselor to see if I beat her regularly. It was determined that I'm not an abusive asshole and this was just one of those odd things that can happen and that she suffered sever sprain of the elbow. Like I didn't feel bad enough having hurt her. At least it wasn't a break.<br /><br />So for the next 3 days she has to stay in a sling and compression bandage. Then she has to keep the bandage on for another 4 days. <br /><br />It shouldn't cause a problem with her surgery on the Jan 22, but I guess we'll see.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-2056131985038304333?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-89518735941790294092008-01-03T19:29:00.000-05:002008-01-03T19:52:14.746-05:00On the left is a paypal donations button and below it is a link to the wedding blog. Donation to help pay for the wedding are greatly appreciated.<br /><br />I could so a run down of what's going on in regards to the wedding, but that's what the other blog is for. You want to know what's going on? Please read the other blog. <br /><br />We're now 3 days into the new year and I hate it already. Not because of the wedding but because we've made a resolution to cut soda and chips out of our diets. I spent yesterday with a headache due to caffeine withdrawal. Today I'm having a hard time staying focused. My mother said it wasn't an addiction... BULL SHIT.<br /><br />Logan seems to have a cold. He's been coughing his head off the last few days. That's put Carrie on edge. Not so much worry for Logan but she is scheduled for surgery on Jan 22 and doesn't want to catch anything.<br /><br />Yeah, she goes in for surgery. Partial hysterectomy. It's her choice, not a medical need. She's had menstrual problems since forever and she's just fed up with it. Hopefully this wil fix things for her.<br /><br />Christmas was pretty good. I got some books, slippers, "ugly shoes", new winter coat, and some candy in the stocking. I've finished reading one of the books and am almost done the other. I was a little disappointed that I didn't get anything paintball related to mountain bike related. Then on Monday I received a card from Special Ops Paintball with a note asking me to give them a call so they can send me a free set of their new Omnipat Ultralights.<br /><br />I guess bike stuff will have to wait until my birthday. That's fine by me. I can't ride in the snow due to my asthma anyway.<br /><br />Logan was happy to get a stuffed dog(left in his bed by Santa), a sled, HeroScape Marvel edition and a bunch of other things. So far Uno Spin, the sled and HeroScape are proving to be favorites.<br /><br />Carrie got 2 more WWE books(Eddie Guererro and Chris Jericho), boots, a CSI computer game and her ring. I think the ring is her favorite but I'm not sure. :D<br /><br />A letter was sent out the other day to my dad asking if he'd like to come to the wedding. Due to his health issues I doubt he'd make it. Even if he does there will be some tension because of Carmen. Oh well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8951873594179029409?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-5519396247051372042007-12-25T12:35:00.000-05:002007-12-25T18:27:47.670-05:00As many of you know I've been living with Mrs.Puzuma(Carrie) and that we have a mini Puzuma(Logan). We've been together for 8 years, April will be 9 years.<br /><br />Well this morning the Mrs opened a box and in it was paper around another box. Inside that was another box. In that third box was something shiny. As we all know shiny's good. <br /><br />As she was looking at the shiny thing I asked a simple little question, "Will you be my bunker monkey forever?"<br /><br /><br />She said yes.<br /><br /><br />The wedding is hoping to be 2010. Why? Well at that point our son will be legal age to play paintball. Yes, discussion of the wedding is around paintball. <br /><br />We're hopping to have the proceedings at a local field, get married there, have the reception there and just have fun.... it's kind of like a shotgun wedding. :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-551939624705137204?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-41978297649203709872007-12-17T09:29:00.000-05:002007-12-17T09:46:02.303-05:00Here it is, December 17, 2007. Eight days until Christmas and I've been wishing for spring for the last 4 weeks.<br /><a href="http://www.thewhig.com/ArticleDisplay.aspx?e=821343&auth=Jordan+Press"><br />http://www.thewhig.com/ArticleDisplay.aspx?e=821343&auth=Jordan+Press </a><br />Seems Kingston was hit with a pretty big snow storm. All I know is that yesterday I shoveled the driveway twice and again this morning. My arms feel like limp noodles. My back is stiff and I feel like I've been beaten with a stick.<br /><br />To top it off we're supposed to get flurries all this week. Wee.... More shoveling.<br /><br />Guess that means more snow to put in parking spot #2.<br /><br />Yeah. There's 3 apartments in this building. I'm apartment 1. Last winter I shoveled the 4 car driveway and the bitch in apartment 2 had people parking in it. This year the driveway needed shoveling twice prior to the storm and SURPRISE! they didn't shovel at all. So I've only been shoveling from my door to the end of the first parking spot. Every scoop goes into that spot. Why should she reap the rewards for my work? Fuck her. And if the landlords come her to chew me out over it I'll tell them where to go, how to get there and what stop to get off at.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4197829764920370987?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-11931661439857770342007-12-04T11:35:00.000-05:002007-12-04T12:01:44.074-05:00Well, Doesn't look like I'll be going into business anytime soon. Or at least I won't be converting the Memorial Center into a field. More information came in and it's WAY too cost prohibitive to try. Unless I win $40 million in the lotto and can buy the land it won't happen. I doubt the city would sell.<br /><br />Last weekend Carrie and Logan decided to decorate for Christmas. I'd rather decorate 7 days before the big day and take it all down before the first week of the new year is over. I hate the cluttered feeling of having things decked out. Add to the fact we have low ceilings and I keep bumping into things....<br /><br />Carrie's got some minor rib problems again. not sure if she cracked or bruised things the other day but her right side is swollen and tender. She's also had problems with her period again. She's never been regular and uses birth control to regulate it. The thing is it either doesn't work or it does for a year and then stops. Her body seems to adapt to it. She's been on 4 or 5 versions of the pill, all with different chemical compositions and has now been on the patch for a little over a year. It too has stopped working, she'd had her period now for about a month. The only "good" thing is it hasn't been as heavy as normal for her. <br /><br />Carrie called her gyno yesterday to try and make an appointment. With the "snow storm" we had there were plenty of cancellations. Now Carrie has to call the hospital by the end of the week to set up a date for surgery. She's going to get a partial hysterectomy. That should end the problem once and for all.<br /><br />Logan is driving me nuts lately. I know he doesn't mean to but it seems like he's doing everything he can to tick me off. Logan has always been attached to me. Doesn't matter where I go he follows. Carrie can be standing next to him at the refrigerator and he'll ask ME if I can get him a drink. Sometimes it makes me want to bash my skull in with a hammer.<br /><br />This past Friday Carrie and I went to the Cataraqui Town Center to do our Christmas shopping for each other. I picked up a few things for her I know she'll like and she THINKS she knows what they are. I've neither confirmed or denied her suspicions. <br /><br />Logan's school had a school store set up for the first time this year. It's a great little program. The school sets up a couple of days and some space to allow the younger kids to buy presents for friends and family. They were expected to earn their own money for this. Parents help list who they were to buy gifts for and a maximum amount for each person. Gifts range in price from $0.50 up to $15.00. They got to pick things out on their own and learn about budgeting money too. Today his teacher will be helping them wrap everything. <br /><br />My back is starting to hurt again. Nowhere near as bad as in February thankfully. I've had to shovel the driveway 3 times now and will probably have to do it again soon. It kind of sucks living in the basement and having our own entrance since no-one else will shovel down to our door. It wouldn't be too bad if it weren't a 4 car driveway. What sucks even more is the fact we don't have a car. The bitch and he boyfriend on the second floor don't have car either but they have more vehicles show up as company in a week than any one else in the building does for a year and they DON'T shovel. Yet they have the fucking nerve to say we're inconsiderate if we leave our door open when we go to check the mail? Maybe I'll be lucky this Christmas and Santa will give 'em some really bad pot, bad enough it kills them, or that Social Services finds out they are defrauding the system.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1193166143985777034?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-82979767888216764862007-11-21T13:16:00.001-05:002007-11-21T13:47:54.455-05:00It would be nice. Maybe someone reading this can offer me some help.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/R0R2MJ8ayAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/T75eHs8yz9M/s1600-h/Memorial+Center+2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/R0R2MJ8ayAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/T75eHs8yz9M/s320/Memorial+Center+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135359426309048322" /></a><br /><br />That's an over head view of the Kingston Memorial Center. <br /><br />The Memorial Center is located near downtown and is within walking<br />distance to bus stops. It isn't really being used for much since the new arena is almost built.<br /><br />The Memorial Center is on 23 acres of land, not quite a 50/50 split of<br />buildings/parking and field area, but close enough.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/R0R3Yp8ayBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-wAs58SOcZE/s1600-h/Memorial+Center.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/R0R3Yp8ayBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/-wAs58SOcZE/s320/Memorial+Center.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135360740569040914" /></a><br /><br />On the left are the buildings, on the right is open field circled by a<br />running track. The entire property is fenced in with an obvious entrance<br />at the Hockey building and parking between it and the livestock<br />buildings. The rink has a seating capacity of just over 3000 people.<br />There's room for roughly 200 cars in the main parking and another 50 or<br />so in the lower parking area. Parking "behind" the rink would be for<br />staff and can be accessed from the other road.<br /><br />The rink obviously has change rooms, washrooms, snack bars and a meeting<br />room.<br /><br />The yellow circle indicates an man door in the fencing that would be<br />permanently locked.<br /><br />The area circled in purple is where the fall fair takes place including<br />parking for their vehicles. Since the city has a contract the fair would<br />still need to be accommodated.<br /><br />Now using NPPL field dimensions as a base I'm figuring there could<br />easily be 15 speedball fields. Re-arrange the netting and you can have<br />bigger fields.<br /><br />Modifications: Exterior- Fencing would need to have it's height<br />increased. I think it's 10' now but would prefer 12-14'. Multiple holes<br />would need to be sunk around the interior of the track to accommodate<br />removable safety netting posts, 18' tall for 16' tall netting. This<br />would allow the track to be used for safety vehicles and foot traffic to<br />reach various fields. Additional flood lights added for increased play<br />time/safety. I'm not sure where the fill stations would be set up though.<br /><br /> Interior- Retractable safety netting suspended from the ceiling to<br />allow for occasional ice usage.<br /><br />Pool - None. Pool would remain open to the public during the summer<br />season with and paintballers would get a free swim with a game booking.<br /><br />Aside from the fact that I have no business experience I think the<br />biggest huddle would be proper zoning to allow air guns to be used.<br /><br />So... Do you think something like this would work? We have a university<br />and 2 or 3 colleges in town and were centrally located too.<br /><br />Now some of my research has yielded some information.<br /><br />For example: for the year of 2007 operation costs of the Memorial Center, as is, is $300,000.00.<br /><br />Now there's no way I'm going to put 15 fields there right off the bat but it's nice to know what kind of expansion is possible.<br /><br />I checked out <a href="http://moneypaintball.org/">Money Paintball</a> for start up equipment and insurance. Insurance will be near the $2000.00 mark/year. They have a great "starter package" that would have enough stuff to put up 4 outdoor fields, all the rental gear and a compressor for $140,000.00. There's a Reball package that I could use indoors, so that paint doesn't cover everything, for $50,000.00. So $200,000.00 gets everything. <br /><br />I'm still trying to find out the costs for bulk paint, but if I can get mid grade paint for $63.00/case and a skid has 48 cases I'm looking at $3024.00/skid. At one skid/month that's $36,288.00/ year. <br /><br />That means monthly expenses would be about $45,000.00/month not including staff...<br />That means if I sell paint at a 15% markup ($73.00/case) and charged $20.00 field fee I'd need 2100 people to play a month. <br /><br />I may have to just use a portion of the field only to reduce costs and run a store out of the Memorial Center.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8297976788821676486?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-60394376268672650052007-11-13T09:26:00.000-05:002007-11-13T09:59:49.087-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/Rzm0foQJaTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PsybNmjDUI0/s1600-h/fp0209~Monty-Python-Gumby-Man-Posters.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/Rzm0foQJaTI/AAAAAAAAAEw/PsybNmjDUI0/s320/fp0209~Monty-Python-Gumby-Man-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132331705839479090" /></a><br /><br />Now that my inner Gumby has been released.....<br /><br /><br />It hasn't been very long but I've been working on a potential business project for the last 5 days. I'm not going to give any details until I have more information and a better grasp on the big picture. As of right now it's a HUGE picture. <br /><br />Just for equipment for the start up I'm looking at at least $400,000.00. I still have to consider some other things yet but am waiting for more info to come in so that number could go up or down. Most likely up.<br /><br />I knew it would be expensive. I know I won't make it rich, at least right away. I have some fantastic plans in mind that could prove to be massive money makers too.<br /><br />What's pissing me off about this right now is several of the supply companies "only deal with businesses". What the fuck is that about? How is someone supposed to ensure he has the capital to start a business if he can't find out what shit will cost? See why my brain hurts?<br /><br />Other than that not much else is really going on. <br /><br />Carrie is doing well. Her back is still not that great but she is starting to do more walking.<br /><br />Logan is having fun at school. He's enjoying the running and reading club again this years. He's also starting to enjoy reading at home. He's been reading his book every day, 10 minutes or more at a time. He's currently reading <span style="font-style:italic;">The Adventures of Jerry Muskrat</span> by Thornton W. Burgess. He's a little more than half way through the 120 pages. There's 20 books in the series and I think we have 5 or 6 of them.<br /><br />In the 80's (I think)the Burgess books were adapted for television in a cartoon called the Green Forest. I remember watching that on a daily basis because my youngest sister Paula loved the show. I didn't mind it too much, the stories were pretty good and the animation was OK but it just wasn't Transformers or G.I. Joe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6039437626867265005?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-89832703360628942312007-10-29T16:46:00.000-04:002007-10-29T17:02:03.459-04:00And rightfully so it seems. And it all has to do with my extremely small, string on muscle relaxer, limp penis. <br /><br />At least according to my junk mail box. Carrie would say otherwise of course, but why should I trust my loving wife? She doesn't flood my in box with 500 emails a week saying how strong and virile I am. So it must be true. I'm told I NEED and extra three inches at least 4 times a day and that I need about 40 lbs of Viagra type meds a week. <br /><br />Based on my email I should have a schlong that measures...(3" x 4 times a day x 7 days a week x 52 weeks a year)... That's 192" or 16 feet long. DAMN! No wonder the wife isn't sexually satisfied. <br /><br />That also explains why I need so much Viagra. God help me if I missed a dose. I'd be hard at both ends and limp in the middle.<br /><br />Mind you If I followed their advice I'd start getting emails about me having a pencil dick. <br /><br />On the plus side though I'm not fat. I don't any emails screaming that I need to lose 30 pounds fast. <br /><br />I think I'm going to take my teeny weeny to the bathroom and cry now.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8983270336062894231?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-88541657709530249642007-10-28T15:23:00.000-04:002007-10-28T15:32:28.997-04:00Three days into the book he decided he didn't want a CCG. So now we've switched gears. 10 minutes of reading gets him his computer time for the day. <br /><br />Friday one of the Degus had another litter of pups. Only 6 this time. The other female looks about ready to explode so we're thinking another litter within the next week.<br /><br />I hate looking for work. It's depressing. I don't have a college degree so that kills a large chunk of jobs. I've got some rusty computer skills but no papers so I'm over qualified to flip burgers but under qualified to fix computers. I could go back into ware housing but lifting Logan hurts my back, how the hell am I supposed to be able to lift 50lb regularly through out the day and do it 5 days a week?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8854165770953024964?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-64392625016743042452007-10-14T10:33:00.000-04:002007-10-14T11:01:34.258-04:00At the beginning of the school year Logan brought home a note stating that to improve a child's reading skill they need to read for 10 minutes a day. That sounds great in theory but has proven difficult at best in practice.<br /><br />Like all kids, if he doesn't want to do something he makes it seem as if it's killing him. Logan's thing is he's "itchy". This allows him to squirm and whine and put the book down. Of course every 30 seconds he's asking if it's been 10 minutes yet. He also tends to like to "read" books he pretty much has memorized. <br /><br />Last night I found one of my book I figure he might like. It's a novel by Marvel Comics, a Spider-man/X-men cross over. It's about 200 pages long and in the 10 minutes he read slightly more than a page. Towards the end he was dropping the tears to try and get out of it. GAH!<br /><br />Then I had flash of inspiration. I'm not quite bribing him, I'm challenging him. If he gets the book read by Christmas then for his birthday we will get him a collectible card game. He was very interested in the deal. <br /><br />I explained to him that he <span style="font-weight:bold;">HAD</span> to be able to read fairly well to play a CCG like Pokemon, Yu-gi-oh or any of the other games. He was curious about what other card games there were so we went on line and looked some up. I told him that we'd have to go to the stores around us because not all the games we found would be available here. So today after lunch we're all going downtown to the games shops.<br /><br />Carrie had her dentist appointment in Belleville last week. The bone loss in the jaws isn't being caused by the osteopenia, it's being caused by gingivitis and another oral disease. Both are treatable and both should have been seen by the dentist here. So we are a bit pissed about that. Dr. Vepoorte in Belleville is going to take us back on as clients so we don't have a group of retarded monkeys putting sharp objects in out mouths anymore. <br /><br />Carrie also saw our family doctor. Basically he told her to only use the chair for long walks. She needs to walk at least 30 minutes a day to help strengthen her back. It won't cure her but it will help reduce the pain. <br /><br />The week before last we had a meeting with ODSP (Ontario Disability Support Program). Basically they wanted to confirm our finances to ensure we were still eligible. We are for now. <br /><br />They informed us about changes being made and that I now have to work(or prove I'm looking for it), even if it's part time. Failure to do so would mean I'm removed from the monthly cheque.<br /><br />Now, I have been looking. I've been putting out several resumes on line a week, including to womens clothing stores. I just haven't bothered to keep a record. So of course I get the lecture from ODSP. Then a few days later from Carrie. A few days after that I hear it from my mother. Carrie gives me a second hand lecture from our family doctor. So I had a meltdown.<br /><br />I snapped. Now I have everyone in the family terrified I'm going to do something stupid. They all want me to go in and get diagnosed to see if I suffer from depression. That's a great idea but how do i do that? A few months ago our doctor gave Carrie a referral for a psychiatrist. That went great, none of them here in Kingston were taking new patiences. So how the hell do I get to see one? I don't have a referral, not that would actually help. Maybe if I had a gun or a large knife?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6439262501674304245?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-87077307463659184072007-10-04T14:51:00.000-04:002007-10-04T15:19:51.678-04:00As you know Carrie was diagnosed with Osteopenia last year, it's like a step below osteoporosis. <br /><br />We managed to get a loaner electric wheel chair through the Oddfellows Hall and that's been great. Carrie would prefer a scooter since it's easier to put into a trunk should we need to take a car somewhere.<br /><br />Sunday afternoon Carrie was munching on some leftover roast beef and found one of her lower front teeth had come loose. Monday and Tuesday she had some minor discomfort and yesterday it was bad enough for her to go to the dentist. <br /><br />The dentist took some x-rays and pulled 2 of her teeth. Based on the x-rays he could see that the bone had deteriorated to a point where it could not support the tooth. Further x-rays showed that the rest of the lower teeth were not being supported properly anymore. Basically she has about 6 months before the rest of her bottom teeth fall out.<br /><br />The Ontario Disability Support Program (ODSP) doesn't cover dentures. We sure as hell don't have the funds to pay for them out of our pocket either. <br /><br />My stress levels aren't doing so well.<br /><br />We called my mother to let her know what was going on and what we should do next. She suggested we contact her dentist for a denture consult/second opinion. Sine he knows mom so well he'd be able to set up a payment play. <br /><br />Carrie had an appointment on Wed with him then on Thursday she sees our family doctor to talk to him about this. I'm guessing/hoping that he'll order another bone density test and make it more thorough.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8707730746365918407?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-77342575178544151672007-09-11T18:56:00.000-04:002007-09-11T19:34:39.295-04:00There are probably a thousand and one blogs yammering about "Don't for get those who died".<br /><br />There's a <a href="http://forum.specialopspaintball.com/index.php?showtopic=127012">thread on the forum</a> following the same line.<br /><br />Too bad a lot of these things are so damned hypocritical. For example one member effectively stated that the people who died in the Oklahoma Bombing back in April 19,1995 are less important because he was only a year old and didn't witness it. <br /><br />Do I mourn for those that died? No. Should I? No. Should anyone? That's your choice. It could be argued that I don't care because I'm Canadian but that's not true. The dead are dead and mourning them changes nothing. "show some respect for the dead." Well I am. I'm not out there pissing on Ground Zero, I'm not digging up the dead and defiling the bodies am I?<br />When it happened I was in shock, not only at the attack but at the loss of life. I mourned them on that day and I felt sorrow for the families that were unsure for days after if they lost loved ones and I felt angry that something like that could happen. What do I feel now? Caution. I will never forget 9/11 But why should the significance of that one act deserve more remembrance than April 19? <br /><br />People need to remember all the incidents. Timothy McVeigh killed 168 people, 19 of them Children, yet I haven't ANY blogs or threads on the forum asking to remember them. I would think it would be a much more important thing to remember than 9/11 because it was a HOMEGROWN TERRORIST. <br /><br />What about Beirut and the Embassy bombing on April 18, 1983? <br /><br />Why do you insist on remembering ONLY one incident? Jesus Christ, you have people in the Middle East fighting the "War on Terror". <br /><br />If you want to honor those that fell at the hands of terrorists honor ALL of them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-7734257517854415167?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-84368907835989651662007-09-09T12:49:00.000-04:002007-09-09T13:19:01.107-04:00So it's September 9, 2007. School has been in for four whole days! So far it's been a bit of an adjustment but it's been going well. I just don't know what to do while Logan is gone during the day.<br /><br />We already have to go see the principal though. Not for something Logan did but what a kid in his class did. The little girl across the street has volunteered to walk Logan to and from school. Friday, on the way home, a kid in Logan's class (Connor) yelled from his bus window, "Logan you're a fucking retard!" This is the same kid from last year that was threatening to beat Logan up. Monday morning I'll be walking Logan to school so I can talk to Mr. Muncey.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago Carrie was in contact with Oddfellows about a wheelchair. They came through for her and we had a chair in excellent condition. Well, Thursday they called us again. They managed to get a power chair for her. Carrie's still learning to drive it with out killing those around her but she's getting better.<br /><br />Labor Day weekend Carmen and Steve came to Kingston to visit his parents and picked Logan up to go fishing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RuQnEdDJdcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/og4e-1hvb68/s1600-h/546.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RuQnEdDJdcI/AAAAAAAAAEA/og4e-1hvb68/s320/546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108250834815776194" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see he was allowed to drive the boat.<br />After that they took him to Chuck E. Cheese's for supper.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RuQnWtDJddI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Xu65sxyQOic/s1600-h/567.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RuQnWtDJddI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Xu65sxyQOic/s320/567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108251148348388818" border="0" /></a><br />Unfortunately they brought Logan home... LOL!<br /><br />So what else is going on? Well, Karen, our third floor neighbor, just found out she's preggers. Next Friday her twin boys are having a birthday party at McDonlad's and Logan is excited to go.<br />Tuesday Carrie has an appointment to see about going back to school. She only needs 3 or 4 more credits to get her grade 12. On the 19th we go to the optometrist for a contact lens thing. Carrie wants to get them. I wouldn't mind but I'm concerned about allergies and I don't think ODSP will cover them for me unless there's a medical reason that I need them. If they give free samples then cool.<br /><br />On the paintball forum there's a thread asking "Is Puzuma going weak?" I was listening to music and it displayed the song on MSN. Nelly Furtado was in the playlist and a member noticed this. A few posts later I'm now in a rock band and I wrote our first song. The post is more like the start of a concert:<br /><br /> <blockquote>** walks on stage with a sledge hammer in each hand. starts banging them together**<br /><br />-Death metal Riff-<br /><br />You type like a (expletive) freak<br />Text type is for geeks!<br /><br />YOU'RE BANNED! YOU'RE BANNED! YOU'RE BANNED!<br /><br />You think it's cool to flame?<br />It's weak, proves you're lame!<br /><br />YOU'RE BANNED! YOU'RE BANNED! YOU'RE BANNED!<br /><br />Whining on the forum like wuss<br />I wanna puch you right in the puss!<br /><br />YOU'RE BANNED! YOU'RE BANNED! YOU'RE BANNED!<br /><br />Wanna plot a DOS attack?<br />Time for me to lay the smack!<br /><br />YOU'RE BANNED! YOU'RE BANNED! YOU'RE BANNED!<br /><br />-drum solo-<br /><br />REPEAT Lyrics<br /><br />**pitches hammers into the crowd**</blockquote><br />I have no life. LOL<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8436890783598965166?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-51643793751368609412007-08-14T12:14:00.000-04:002007-08-14T12:48:16.301-04:00Yup. Here it is August 14 and I have a head cold. No idea where I got it from but I wish it would go back. If anyone wants it I'm more than happy to mail it to you.<br /><br />All the baby degus are gone now, all to the pet store. So it's just the 3 adults again. For a little while any way. I wouldn't be surprised to we have more by the end of October.<br /><br />My mom is moved into her new home. We went for a visit last week. It's a bit out of the way for my tastes but it'll be nice next year for Logan to go camp in their back yard. The place is infested with frogs. I managed to catch one . It was cool enough for me to catch, hold and for Logan to look at but NOT cool enough for him to touch.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RsHWFrnutBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YCQzsE_zaas/s1600-h/DSCF2722.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RsHWFrnutBI/AAAAAAAAAD4/YCQzsE_zaas/s320/DSCF2722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098591646257165330" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Last week I got a note on here from my Aunt Debbie. It was pleasant surprise, especially since I almost forgot I had an Aunt Deb. According to my mother I haven't seen her since I was 3. Other than that all she's been to me is a faceless name. She and Carrie seem to get along great and form the sounds of it Debbie may be planning a visit out this way sometime.<br /><br />I also got a card from my dad, Greg, last week. It was nice to hear from him but I wish it had been better news. Back in May Grandma Viv passed away and I gave dad a call. He seemed to be doing ok but had mentioned some health problems and that he was waiting for some tests. Well, his note explained that for more than a year he's been aspirating.<br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote> Main Entry: <b>as·pi·ra·tion</b> <a href="javascript:popWin('/cgi-bin/audio.pl?aspira05.wav=aspiration')"><img src="http://www.m-w.com/images/audio.gif" border="0" height="11" width="16" /></a><br />Pronunciation: <tt>"as-p&-'rA-sh&amp;n</tt><br />Function: <i>noun</i><br /><b>1 a</b> <b>:</b> audible breath that accompanies or comprises a speech sound <b>b</b> <b>:</b> the pronunciation or addition of an aspiration; <i>also</i> <b>:</b> the symbol of an aspiration<br /><b>2</b> <b>:</b> a drawing of something in, out, up, or through by or as if by suction: as <b>a</b> <b>:</b> the act of breathing and especially of breathing in <b>b</b> <b>:</b> the withdrawal of fluid or tissue from the body <b>c</b> <b>:</b> the taking of foreign matter into the lungs with the respiratory current.</blockquote>From the sounds of it he's been sucking food into his lungs. Not good. He's tried different exercises with no luck. Now he's waiting to hear from a neurologist. He's also got a tube going to his stomach. That means he doesn't get to eat. It gets blended up and poured in. I was hoping that he'd be able to come for a visit next summer but I doubt that will happen anytime soon.<br /><br />As for more good news.....<br /><br />Our friend Sherry is pregnant. She's 5 or 6 weeks along and I'm getting teased that it's mine. She had come by one evening because of computer problems and wanted me to take a look and it was then I got her knocked up(that was 3 weeks ago). I suppose there are worse things I could be accused of. LOL.<br /><br />Logan is looking forward to school starting. He's been going through every flyer that comes in for his school supplies. What the hell would he need in grade 2? I know he'll need 2 pairs of sneakers, one indoor and one out. Hopefully the school send out the supply list soon. I'm looking forward to him going back to school too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-5164379375136860941?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-36437847683598681582007-07-26T14:15:00.000-04:002007-07-26T14:30:22.398-04:00Today we took Itch's babies into the pet store. Man were they noisy on the way there, squeaking up a storm. At least there's room for the others in the tank.<br /><br />We put ads out for the others, so far no one has responded. If we still have them by Aug 9 then we call the pet store again and see if they can take them.<br /><br />Yesterday we walked down to Montreal Street where Berry's Pets is located. Berry's has 5 cu ft bags of shavings for $9.99 so that should last us quite a while. We also picked up a nice large bag of feed too.<br /><br />Logan has been grounded for the last week and he hasn't been too happy about that. Last Thursday he smucked a 3 year old in the face with a swing in our back yard. He saw the kid coming but still went ahead and tried to wrap the swing over the cross bar. Saturday Logan hucked a toy truck at Issac and cut his forehead. For that Logan was grounded to his room for a week. He's out tomorrow,thank god, and I think he's finally figured out that punishments are not fun.<br /><br />Carrie and I are in the process of looking for a a wheelchair for her. Our walk to Berry's just about killed her. Seems the bad days for pain are becoming more frequent. It totally sucks. What's worse is it's affecting our sex life. It's not like we were little bunnies to begin with but now even taking it slow causes her pain. She feels bad because she has to stop. I feel bad because I'm hurting her. What can we do though?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3643784768359868158?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-51455050901466782102007-07-14T10:05:00.002-04:002007-07-14T10:31:57.836-04:00Two week ago Carrie went to Hamilton to visit her friend Danielle, who she hasn't seen in a couple of years. The day before she came home she had called to ask if I was ok with having Dakota, Danielle's 3 year old daughter, spend a week with us. Seeing as Danielle had watched Logan so much when he was younger I said sure.<br /><br />Thank god the seek is over. Having Dakota here reminded us why having another kid wasn't what we wanted. LOL. She's 3, she's stubborn and she's more than a handful. I hope Danielle and Dennis enjoyed their "week off".<br /><br />This past Tuesday Carrie returned to Hamilton with Dakota. This morning I get a call saying Carrie was in the hospital last night. She seems to have thrown her back out. So now Carrie's return home may be delayed a few days while she recovers. I talked to her this morning, she sounded really tired. They gave her a prescription for Tylenol3 and for some muscle relaxers. She's was going to come home on Tuesday but we'll see.<br /><br />Thursday the Kingston Busker's Rendezvous started. Logan and I went downtown to check some of it out. We got there in time to catch the last bit of Slackwire Sam. Next we watched a bit of Pandora Pink (who I just found iritating) who did cigar box juggling. Up the street though <span class="subtitle">Arizona Jones was just starting his show.<br /></span><table border="0" width="100%"><tbody><tr><td align="center" valign="top"><br /></td> <td class="text" valign="top"><span class="subtitle">Arizona Jones </span> <span class="new"><b>- NEW!</b></span><br />Join this archeologist adventurer extraordinaire in a satirical tribute to one of pop culture’s greatest icons, Indiana Jones. He’ll amaze you with ship-cracking, animal traps, magic, fire bullwhips and humour and a 14 foot golden pole! (Australia)</td> </tr> <tr> <td><br /></td> <td><br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><span class="subtitle"><blockquote></blockquote>At one point he was trying to get the audience to cheer. He pulled out a squirt gun and threatened to shoot Logan. The first volunteer was pulled from the audience, given some dried spaghetti, bent over and positioned so the pasta was being held near his ass. Out comes the whip, snap goes the spaghetti. A few jokes later he pulled 8 more guys out of the audience, I was one of them. 6 were aked to hold support ropes for the "golden pole" the other guy and I were asked to hold the pole, then used as step stools so he could get up there. Before that though he took a couple of minutes to poke fun at me and the other guy. I ended up doing a primal scream and the other guy was fluttering around the pole like a bird. Logan thought it was great.<br /><br />After that we watched DynaMike, a juggler/unicyclist. He dragged kid from the crowd and was going to ride the unicycle with the kid on his shoulders. The kid chickened out and his mom was used instead. At the end of the show the kid got $5.00. The finally though was Mike on a 12' tall unicycle juggling knives.<br /><br />Tonight, if it doesn't rain, we're heading back down there. They are doing a fire show. Fire juggling, fire eating, fire breathing. Should be fun. I'd post pics but Carrie has the camera with her.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-5145505090146678210?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-44907293518025869562007-07-05T09:38:00.001-04:002007-07-05T09:54:19.942-04:00So on Tuesday June 25 our Degu, Itch, gave birth to her second litter pups.<br /><br />Her first litter was on January 8th and, as you may recall, the father (Scratch) died on Christmas eve. From that litter we kept 1 male and one female. We named the male Splinter and have as yet to name the female.<br /><br />Well it looks like splinter has been a busy beaver. Not only did he knock up his mother but his sister too. This morning she's given birth to 4 new pups. She may have more through out the day.<br /><br />I had been planning on cleaning the cage as it was. With 3 adults and 8 pups in there the water gets dumped regularly and the shavings stink after while. Carrie noticed some blood on the shavings, after birth, and commented.<br /><br />I'm loathe to cause them stress by cleaning the cage but it reeked and I cleaned it as carefully as I could. I left their hose where it was for as long as possible and cleaned about 90% out. I added the new shavings, lifted the house and we could tell there more than 8 pups in there. Carefully moving them to where the house was we found the 4 newborns. Once they were safe I cleaned the remainder of the cage.<br /><br />With Itch's pups we have (as far as we can tell) 5 males and 3 females. In a week well try sexing ALL of them again.<br /><br />So.... Want to buy some Degus? We sell them in pairs ONLY, 2 for $20.00<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/Roz36kumy1I/AAAAAAAAADw/ZGvWdJLSBqM/s1600-h/HPIM2336.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/Roz36kumy1I/AAAAAAAAADw/ZGvWdJLSBqM/s320/HPIM2336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083710665058077522" border="0" /></a><br />Itchs second litter!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4490729351802586956?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-37164788847898018562007-07-03T10:23:00.000-04:002007-07-03T11:00:49.660-04:00Canada Day has come and gone. Overall it wasn't horrible but it wasn't exactly good either.<br /><br />Sunday morning arrived with a cool wind and a want to put on pants and a sweater. I HATE wearing sweaters. Logan and I went downtown to the A&P grocery store to be in the Red and White Parade. No it's not whites and communists, you wear red and white to show National pride.<br /><br />While we were waiting Logan got his picture taken for a local paper called the Heritage. Hopefully he'll be in the paper but we're not expecting it.<br /><br />One the parade started (only 5 minutes late) it took about 25 minutes to get to City hall. There the Speaker of the House ( The Honorable Peter Milliken, M.P), Edward Davey (Kingston M.P), and Mayor Harvey Rosen made speeches and handed out a few awards.<br /><br />After that we wandered around the park looking at the different sales tents. Everything was over priced as is normal for any kind of "fair ground". With prices that high I don't see where fair comes into play. Logan got his face painted, Toronto Maple Leafs. That was supposed to cost $5.00 but she gave him $2.00 change so he could get an ice cream.<br /><br />After that we went home. There was nothing really to do down there. No games, not entertainment for kids. We had supper and headed back downtown at 8:30 for get a spot for fire works.<br /><br />We get back to the park with about a 40 minute wait. We look around for a spot to sit and find one. Logan is being friendly and keeping everyone around us updated with a countdown every time he'd ask me, "how long now?" People were walking back and forth on the path in front of us and that was OK since that's what it's for and the fire works hadn't started yet.<br /><br />The city hall clock tower began to chime 10:00. Most people hurried off of the path to their seats. But right in front of us was a group of about 15 people. They weren't a single large group but a few clusters of 2- 5 people. For the first 3 minutes of the fireworks we couldn't see squat and I was asking, then telling, and finally yelling and these idiots to either get down or move. The response from all but 1 was " Well why don't you stand up?"<br /><br />When I did several of them shut up and wandered off, The res shut up and hunkered down. Now I'm in a foul mood and ready to kill someone, just waiting for some stupid drunk to come along and just breathe on me. We saw a spot in front of where people had been standing and moved for a better view.<br /><br />Logan had a good time but the show sucked. The effort the city put in was weak. The show only lasted 15 minutes and the "finally" was mediocre at best. Hell I've seen better shows with the packs you can buy at the corner store.<br /><br />In conclusion if you insist on standing up in front of kids watching fire works you need a beat down. The City of Kingston needs for for the fireworks display. I'm going to toss a few of the Special Ops forum members in the list because they lack simple common sense. And lastly anyone that calls a store and asks, "Are you open?" because it's just damned annoying. Call the day before a holiday and ask if they will be open, it'll save you waiting on a ringing phone if they aren't.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3716478884789801856?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-91237294953549343962007-06-26T20:33:00.001-04:002007-06-26T23:20:19.290-04:00YEEEEEEEEEAAAH BABY!!!<br /><br />I'm not going to lie. Over all it was a blast but there were a fair number of problems.<br /><br />First problem was my flight on Thursday was an hour late getting off the ground. What that means is I was late for dinner at Rodizio's. I heard all about it and it sounds like it was a blast on it's own.<br /><br /><br />The next problem was the altitude. Kingston is approximately 300 feet above sea level. All the paintball events took place between 5400 and 7800 feet. I felt like I was breathing through a damned straw. Running up and down the sides of a mountain didn't help that much. lol<br /><br />The only other difficulty was the fact that we were constantly behind schedule. Generally the tour buses left the hotels about 20 minutes late and that just cascaded into all other events being delayed.<br /><br />That's it for problems though.<br /><br />Everyone seemed to have a great time. We all played a phenomenal game, with honor and integrity. It was a huge pleasure to play with/against everyone.<br /><br />So let's see..... Friday we arrived at the Spec Ops store, met the sponsor(Atomic Ordinance, Stiffi, Draxxus, Vforce, Tippmann, Tiberius Arms, Engler Customs and Greg Hastings Tournament Paintball. Next the players were broken in to 6 groups of 10, given their free gear and tours of the facilities. Myself and the rest of the Special Ops forum Mod Squad were given out red shirts, free camo and badges, and then put to work making ghillie cloaks.<br /><br />We then headed off to the field. Since it was time for the positional clinics the Mod squad was given the option to attend the clinic of their choice. I selected the Sabre clinic. We marched down into our section of the field where our own mod Rob "Tyger" Ruben was in charge and we found out Greg Hastings was co-teacher.<br /><br />The clinic was 10 minutes of "classroom", a 10 minute game, 10 minutes "classroom", 10 minute game, 10 minutes "classroom", 10 minute game. It was a blast even though I got shot out each time.<br /><br />We then headed back to the staging area for a snack and to wait for the SPPL style game to start. By that time though the altitude was starting to affect me as was the heat. I think it was 106F/41C. All I know is I was sweating pools and I decided it was healthier to sit out for a bit.<br /><br />After that it was BBQ for supper followed by the nightvision game. The Mod Squad wasn't needed for that so we took the shuttle back to the hotel and went for a swim.<br /><br />Saturday morning arrived with temps over 100F/37F. We returned to the Retribution field for the team challenge. I woke up sick to the stomach and had to bow out of participating as the opposition in the Down Pilot scenario. The Mod Squad was to be enemy forces and one was to be the down pilot. The players were supposed to come in, locate and rescue the pilot and/or retrieve a data CD. Collecting both was big points, collecting just the CD was OK but not worth as much. I took some photos of the first game then wandered of to try and check out some of the other stuff.<br /><br />I found the zipline challenge next. 500 feet across and 100 feet down. The objective: Shoot all 10 targets while crossing the valley. Even though I didn't use the marker it was still cool to go across.<br /><br />After that the team I met up with headed up the mountain to the rifle range. Sadly I didn't get to shoot anything but I did get to see the Barrett 82A1 get fired. To quote the Mad Bomber What Bombs at Midnight; "BOOM BABY! YEAH! HAHAHAHHAHAHA!" (Tick reference. Geez, read a damned comic book people!)<br /><br />I was starting to feel the altitude again so I walk the 3/4 mile down to the staging area, just in time for lunch. I managed to eat a hot dog and was waiting to see if it would say down.<br /><br />The announcement came that if everyone hit the field in 10 minutes we could be back on schedule. The Mod Squad protested because they had <span style="font-style: italic;">JUST</span> got in for chow. They ate and left while I felt my stomach gurgle a bit. 20 minutes later I wasn't feeling overly bad and was trying to decide what to take pics of next. That's when Rob "Tyger" Rubin conscripted me into officiating the Tiberius Pistol Challenge. I was supposed to follow the player down a short course with 30 targets. The player had 3 minutes and 32 rounds to complete the challenge. 1 point per target and 1 point/second left on the clock at the end of the course. Several players ran the clock out with out getting to the end. Those players ended up with a higher hit ratio (12+). The others ended up little difference. They would hit fewer(6 to 10) targets but time left on the clock brought them up to average. The high score for the day was 21 points.<br /><br />We were supposed to leave for the hotel at 6:30 to shower and change before heading to Jason Orvis' (owner of Spec Ops) house for a pizza party. Since we were late pizza was diverted to the field, then we went back to the hotel to change and finally to Jason's place. There was a lot of chatting about the day and what to expect on Sunday. some of us got to play Greg Hastings Paintball on PS2 against Greg Hastings himself. It was a blast! At midnight we wnet back to the hotel.<br /><br />Sunday Morning:<br />We were supposed to head to the Spec Ops store before the game but since it was a 2 hour drive to the Elite mountain field that didn't happen. I was hopping it would since my pod pack and pods disappeared. We arrived 7800feet above sea level. Just getting out of the bus had me trying to catch my breath.<br /><br />Everyone wandered around for a bit and had something for lunch. Tyger called us all together for the safety briefing and team assignments. Basically the 6 10 man teams were split into 2 groups, one red one blue. There were also 40 or so invited "walk ons", local players, and the Mod Squad left. We were split into two groups green team and mercenaries.<br /><br />Red team was Russians, Blue Chinese and Green Kazakhstan. Green was split into 2 sub groups one was given red armbands the other blue. They were then sent to opposite sides of the field to act as the first objective of the scenario.<br /><br />The overall theme was a satellite went down and both Chinese and Russian governments wanted it. Points were earned for holding various bases for your respective team. Bases included 2 communications buildings(one on the blue side, one on the red), hospital, artillery base and training camp. Green held the Com bases to start. I was on Green/Blue.<br /><br />After we were converted to Blue Kole "Cpt. Obvious" Maxewell, John "Maj Tom " Abeli and a couple of the other Mod Squad wandered of to do our own thing. We headed up the hill and noticed some barrels to our right and we decided to check them out in case they held some sort of secret. We moved into the woods just pass them and started taking fire shortly after. I took a hit in the left should, called myself out and headed to the re-spawn point. It was there I found out it had been a bounce.<br /><br />Re-spawns were every 15 minutes and by that time there were 5 of us there. We had noticed a path across from us and decided to follow it. It only made sense since the Mod Squad had no map. Turns out it went to the Artillery camp. Looking back the first big bang should have been an easy clue. As we got closer we saw some other Blues hunkered down. They had been taking sporadic fire and we came under it too. We traded paint with out barely visible opponents for a good 5 minutes. That's when I got hit in the side of my mask. On the way back to the re-spawn I saw a group of 4 or 5 Reds coming up from behind. Too bad dead men can't talk. Five minutes in the dead box more blues arrived. That's when I found out I'd been hit with friendly fire! <span style="font-style: italic;">NO-ONE</span> had bothered to see who was shooting whom.<br /><br />While waiting to reinsert we saw a squad of 10-12 red go by towards the Blue Com Center. We decided to sneak up behind them . We crossed over the woods and paralleled the road so we had some cover. We got to the bottom of the slope below the Com Center, took a bit of fire and were reduced to 3 from 6. We did eliminate 2 or 3 of the reds though. At that point it was decided we should <span style="font-weight: bold;">RUN</span> across the road, hit the field boundary, haul ass up a 70 foot long hill at a 16 degree grade. Did I mention that this was at 7800 feet? By the time I got to the top I was huffing and puffing like a 90 year old with emphysema after running a marathon. At the top I was seeing stars and only had 10 feet to go to get some cover. I saw 2 paintballs sail past my face and felt one go past the back of my head. I just couldn't move.<br /><br />THWACK!!! Hit in the ribs. I left the field. I was done after an hour and a half. I sat in the air fill station barely able to breath. Does that qualify as irony? Thirty minutes later I was better able to breathe and headed down to the staging area. I drank three bottles of water, two cans of Sprite and had a slice of watermelon.<br /><br />It was about 20 minutes or so before the first wave of players started to come down. The game was winding down and players were hungry.<br /><br />The rest of the Mod Squad began to congregate and Jeremy "redleg_64" Barnby came to me asking my help in grenading French toast. All I had to do was get French toast on his knees and make like I was hitting him with my inflatable hammer. French got HOSED! Everyone laughed including toast.<br /><br />Ten minutes later I'm waiting in line for chow when I feel the back of my shirt lift up. I though it was a breeze until I felt 8oz of orange paint ooze up and down my back and rear end. I turned on him pretty quickly. Too bad I didn't get a shot of toast's face. He looked really relieved when I started laughing.<br /><br />After everyone was done eating Jason Orvis announced the prizes and winners. I'd list them but I can't remember who won what. Then they thanked the sponsors and we all headed back to the hotel.<br /><br />The Mod Squad managed to get a swim in. Lots of cannonballs, chicken fights and lounge chairs in the pool! Good times!<br /><br />Half of me wanted the weekend to keep going. The other half was screaming, "WHAT?!?! Are you on glue? Go the hell home so you can breathe again!!!"<br /><br />It was absolutely awesome being part of the FIRST EVER <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Elite Weekend</span>. I'd love for Spec Ops to invite me back next year but I'm not holding my breath for them to pay my way again.<br /><br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v605/Puzuma/Elite%20Weekend%202007/">Here's all the pics I took</a>. Carrie took pics of the bruises today.<br /><a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v605/Puzuma/Elite%20Weekend%202007/Elite%20pics%20form%20other%20sources/">These are pics from other sources</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-9123729495354934396?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-10175368481671709512007-06-19T13:57:00.000-04:002007-06-19T13:59:06.932-04:00Last night at 9:30 I went to check on the little bird. He was dead.<br /><br />I guess the 14' foot fall onto pavement did more damage than we thought.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1017536848167170951?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-32673325990281784142007-06-17T21:25:00.000-04:002007-06-17T21:42:21.190-04:00You're probably thinking I mean bad news or got into some trouble. Nope you're wrong.<br /><br />This morning Carrie went for her smoke and found a sparrow chick on the ground. We have a corner piece missing on the buildings siding and birds have nested in there, heck we found 2 dead chicks in the last week already.<br /><br />She called me out to clean it up. I was about to toss it in the trash when she noticed that it was still breathing. I would have put it back in it's nest but it's 14 feet up the side of the building and we have no ladder here. So she decided to bring it in and help it out.<br /><br />We called the humane society, but they won't take it and now we have a new house guest. They did tell us to feed it oatmeal though.<br /><br />The little guy was slow to start eating, but now he's all for food from the tip of a straw. He starts cheeping loudly when he's hungry. Since 9:00 am we've tried to feed him every 20 to 30 minutes, and he's getting stronger each time.<br /><br />Well with it being after 9pm now I figured it would be his last meal of the day. I'm holding him and he craps on my hand. All I can think of is that stupid joke...<br /><br />Here are a few pics of him(or her):<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RnXhjHzOZQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/agPzFHr41yA/s1600-h/HPIM2021.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RnXhjHzOZQI/AAAAAAAAADQ/agPzFHr41yA/s320/HPIM2021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077212148435674370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RnXhjXzOZRI/AAAAAAAAADY/Pwo__ppRqc0/s1600-h/HPIM2022.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RnXhjXzOZRI/AAAAAAAAADY/Pwo__ppRqc0/s320/HPIM2022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077212152730641682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RnXhjXzOZSI/AAAAAAAAADg/muaTHDLTjNU/s1600-h/HPIM2023.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RnXhjXzOZSI/AAAAAAAAADg/muaTHDLTjNU/s320/HPIM2023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077212152730641698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RnXhjnzOZTI/AAAAAAAAADo/x8BIHGfOsBk/s1600-h/HPIM2026.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RnXhjnzOZTI/AAAAAAAAADo/x8BIHGfOsBk/s320/HPIM2026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077212157025609010" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3267332599028178414?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-79077324097684916802007-06-17T09:23:00.000-04:002007-06-17T10:02:37.311-04:00So early last week Carrie's CPU fan crapped out. It didn't kill the entire computer, or so we thought. We called around to see about a new fan/heatsink for a Socket A motherboard. We found one place that had one. For $40.00.<br /><br />We brought the computer in too see if they could remove the old one and confirm if it was in fact Socket A that was needed. This is owchie number 1. It's about a 20 minute WALK to the computer place. I carried the computer case there and back only stopping for them to open the case.<br /><br />Opening the case was owchie number 2. It seems that the extra heat caused by the fan failure assisted 3 of the capacitors to expand/blow. Basically we need a new computer. <br /><br />On the plus side though I can build her a system for about $325.00. Now we just need the $$$$.<br /><br />Some additional good news: My Passport arrived on the 13th! So that means I am DEFINITELY going to the Elite Weekend in Utah! WOOT WOOT!!!<br /><br />I leave Thursday at noon fly from Kingston to Toronto and have a 3.5 hour layover. Then it's 4 hours and 15 minutes to Salt Lake City. I'll arrive there are about 6:40 MDT. After I checkinto my hotel I'll be heading over to Rodizio's for "All you can eat" Brazilian BBQ meal! I hope I can move afterwards. :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-7907732409768491680?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-61089770203164260372007-06-12T10:08:00.000-04:002007-06-12T10:25:42.377-04:00There are only 2 types of painting I like to do: with paintballs or body paint a woman. For the last week I haven't done either but I have been painting.<br /><br />We talked to our landlords awhile ago about us getting rid of the 3 walls that were painted red. As long as the colors weren't too dark they were fine with what we picked and gave us a $200.00 giftcard at <a href="http://canadiantire.com/">Canadian Tire</a>.<br /><br />With the heat and humidity we've been having the latex paint hasn't been drying quite right and has peeled off in a couple of spots. So we have some touch ups to do. This blows. Thankfully all we have left to paint are the doors and a second coat in our bedroom.<br /><br />Logan had his last Running and Reading Club even this past Saturday. 7 schools met at York University in Toronto for a 5km run (3.1 miles). Everyone got a medal of course but trophies were given to top male and female in respective grade groups and the top overall male and female each won Nintendo Wii. Logan was upset he didn't get one but is proud that he finished the race with a 43:30 time. Logan has said he wants to win the Wii next year and is willing to train. So I guess that means over the summer we go to the local track and he runs 5 laps.<br /><br />I'm waiting for Friday to roll around. Not because it's Friday or Father's Day weekend, but because my passport should be arriving. You know what that means? Yup! SIX DAYS UNTIL I LEAVE FOR UTAH AND THE ELITE WEEKEND PAINTBALL BONANZA!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />Think I'm anxious for it ?<br /><br />If you haven't noticed I have joined up with Facebook. I like it better than Myspace. Because of the photo album section I'll be adding pics in there. You'll be able to see thumbnails in the facebook bar in the upper right. If you can't the the white box then you need better glasses. :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-6108977020316426037?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-4689903970462844852007-06-04T22:14:00.001-04:002007-06-04T22:53:37.610-04:00No. Not mine. My sister Carmen.<br /><br /><br />The wedding was this past Saturday in Belleville, Ontario. The service was at the St. Thomas Anglican Church.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTIo3zOY7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/OBVrqqQYstw/s1600-h/HPIM1745.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTIo3zOY7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/OBVrqqQYstw/s320/HPIM1745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072399684825146290" border="0" /></a><br />With the day being warm and humid I wasn't looking forward to being in an un-air conditioned building.<br />Thankfully the service wasn't excessively long.<br /><br />Carmen and Steve had decided to use bubbles instead of rice/confetti.<br /><br />Logan was the ring bearer and he did an excellent job, aside from blowing a few bubbles during the service.<br /><br />The bride, ring bearer, mother & father of the bride arrived via horse and carriage. I'd have taken pics of the arrival but was delegated to hand out bubbles and programs.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTKCHzOY8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/8KJYWcpq6V8/s1600-h/HPIM1706.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTKCHzOY8I/AAAAAAAAAAw/8KJYWcpq6V8/s320/HPIM1706.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072401218128470978" border="0" /></a>The Horse and carriage before leaving for the church.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTKXnzOY9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YanlKHCj-xU/s1600-h/HPIM1695.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTKXnzOY9I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YanlKHCj-xU/s320/HPIM1695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072401587495658450" border="0" /> </a> The Nervous Bride.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTK2XzOY-I/AAAAAAAAABA/uIY8TJvlirI/s1600-h/HPIM1678.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTK2XzOY-I/AAAAAAAAABA/uIY8TJvlirI/s320/HPIM1678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072402115776635874" border="0" /></a>The Ring Bearer!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTLEXzOY_I/AAAAAAAAABI/2Ehk7yNTYkw/s1600-h/HPIM1715.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTLEXzOY_I/AAAAAAAAABI/2Ehk7yNTYkw/s320/HPIM1715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072402356294804466" border="0" /></a>The Bride being given away by her step-father Jim.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTLUHzOZAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NgKrxvZLdL0/s1600-h/HPIM1722.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTLUHzOZAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NgKrxvZLdL0/s320/HPIM1722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072402626877744130" border="0" /></a> The Vows.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTLlnzOZBI/AAAAAAAAABY/zNWnjmXdHm8/s1600-h/HPIM1728.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTLlnzOZBI/AAAAAAAAABY/zNWnjmXdHm8/s320/HPIM1728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072402927525454866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Kiss!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTL0HzOZCI/AAAAAAAAABg/BqzY3pLyEn4/s1600-h/HPIM1739.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTL0HzOZCI/AAAAAAAAABg/BqzY3pLyEn4/s320/HPIM1739.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072403176633558050" border="0" /></a> Mr. & Mrs. Steve Payne leaving the Church.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTMHnzOZDI/AAAAAAAAABo/YgEn4yPvYWg/s1600-h/HPIM1743.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTMHnzOZDI/AAAAAAAAABo/YgEn4yPvYWg/s320/HPIM1743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072403511641007154" border="0" /></a> The Ring Bearer and Groom.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTManzOZEI/AAAAAAAAABw/efUnTHtNYYw/s1600-h/HPIM1762.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTManzOZEI/AAAAAAAAABw/efUnTHtNYYw/s320/HPIM1762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072403838058521666" border="0" /></a> The Wedding Party.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTMonzOZFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QPoaeIjqLS8/s1600-h/HPIM1756.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTMonzOZFI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QPoaeIjqLS8/s320/HPIM1756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072404078576690258" border="0" /></a> The Bride and Groom with their Parents.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTNA3zOZGI/AAAAAAAAACA/W9Fe4rD9FW0/s1600-h/HPIM1782.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTNA3zOZGI/AAAAAAAAACA/W9Fe4rD9FW0/s320/HPIM1782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072404495188517986" border="0" /></a> Head table at the reception.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTNPHzOZHI/AAAAAAAAACI/0ZM4YoBcbUs/s1600-h/HPIM1830.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTNPHzOZHI/AAAAAAAAACI/0ZM4YoBcbUs/s320/HPIM1830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072404740001653874" border="0" /></a> The First Dance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTPFHzOZOI/AAAAAAAAADA/0GfxC1PhlBA/s1600-h/HPIM1838.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTPFHzOZOI/AAAAAAAAADA/0GfxC1PhlBA/s320/HPIM1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072406767226217698" border="0" /></a> Father Daughter dance.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTPU3zOZPI/AAAAAAAAADI/WhoM_6OZeD0/s1600-h/HPIM1855.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTPU3zOZPI/AAAAAAAAADI/WhoM_6OZeD0/s320/HPIM1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072407037809157362" border="0" /></a> Mother Son dance. The fog machine was in overdrive.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTNe3zOZII/AAAAAAAAACQ/XYPiFsgYwxI/s1600-h/HPIM1780.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTNe3zOZII/AAAAAAAAACQ/XYPiFsgYwxI/s320/HPIM1780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072405010584593538" border="0" /></a> The Cake. Cut with our grandmother's 50th Anniversary Knife.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTN0nzOZJI/AAAAAAAAACY/BS4mRI0HMqw/s1600-h/HPIM1818.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTN0nzOZJI/AAAAAAAAACY/BS4mRI0HMqw/s320/HPIM1818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072405384246748306" border="0" /></a> Cutting the cake!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTON3zOZKI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tdnqgf4t86A/s1600-h/HPIM1869.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTON3zOZKI/AAAAAAAAACg/Tdnqgf4t86A/s320/HPIM1869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072405818038445218" border="0" /></a> Everyone Dancing and having fun!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTObnzOZLI/AAAAAAAAACo/yBdmbYibXkY/s1600-h/HPIM1891.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTObnzOZLI/AAAAAAAAACo/yBdmbYibXkY/s320/HPIM1891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072406054261646514" border="0" /></a> Bouquet toss!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTOm3zOZMI/AAAAAAAAACw/TN_WufZTRKA/s1600-h/HPIM1895.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTOm3zOZMI/AAAAAAAAACw/TN_WufZTRKA/s320/HPIM1895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072406247535174850" border="0" /></a> Steve going for the Garter.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTOvnzOZNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3ZS0eC1J__U/s1600-h/HPIM1897.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RmTOvnzOZNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3ZS0eC1J__U/s320/HPIM1897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072406397859030226" border="0" /></a> Waiting for the garter toss.<br /><br />Over all I think everyone had a good time. Logan had a blast and left an impression on everyone. I made a speech about Carmen and embarrassed the hell out of her. Carrie gave a speech and even though she was nervous as hell she did a great job at it. Even Logan gave a little speech!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-468990397046284485?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-9030014717105180432007-05-23T18:48:00.004-04:002007-05-23T18:56:34.706-04:00Earlier today Rob "Tyger"Ruben posted on the Special Ops forum that we were to contact a certain person via email/phone to book rooms and flights. So I did.<br /><br />I received an email response with flight options and asking me to select a roommate. So I made my choices. I'll be leaving from the Kingston Airport at noon on June 21 and returning on June 25. I also chose to room with Kole "Cpt. Obvious" Maxwell.<br /><br />Seems one of the other staff called "dibs" on him and I sent the travel agent another email explaining that. Her response was to ask if I wanted my own room. Well, DUH!!<br /><br />So now everything is booked but I still need to get my passport... Hopefully there's no problem with that.<br /><br />In other news, Logan was sent home today with a fever and a cough. He's got a flu bug 10 days before he's the ring bearer at Carmen's wedding. He'll be staying home this week to recover.<br /><br />Carrie is doing Ok. Her back is still bothering her, but with Osteopenia I guess that's to be expected.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-903001471710518043?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-33445243995169928082007-05-17T20:20:00.000-04:002007-05-17T20:21:10.490-04:00So here's the deal.<br /><br />A little over 10 years ago I read my grandpa (mom's dad) Frank's tea leaves and saw that he wouldn't see the spring. Come early February the following year we got the call. He passed in his sleep while his favorite show was on.<br /><br />In 2002 I got the call grandpa(dad's dad) "Doc" passed away. His wasn't so pleasant. He had been in the hospital being eaten away by cancer. The meds had him messed up.<br /><br />This year my dad's mother passed away. She was 84 and in the hospital with a broken hip, or that's what I knew anyway. When my half sister Erika informed me grandma has died this past Monday it was the first time I had heard that she had 2 tumors. I don't know what kind or where but she was a smoker so I'd expect them to be in her lungs.<br /><br />I called my dad to see how things were going. He sounded like he was holding up ok and told me that they were packing up grandmas stuff. I also found out that he was "having health problems" of his own. What's disturbing about that is the fact that a few years ago he beat throat cancer. Now he's waiting to hear back from some specialist. He used the word specialists but at the same time I heard him say Oncologist.<br /><br />So here's the score, grandpa Frank beat his prostate cancer, dad beat his throat cancer. Grandpa Doc lost to cancer. My mom's sister, Agnes, was taken by cancer. Grandma Viv and cancer? No real idea.<br /><br />My mom's mom, Agnes, is still alive and seems healthy as a horse. I'm definitely worried about her.<br /><br />I'm worried about myself too. Can you blame me? I think it's time I set up an appointment to get a complete physical.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3344524399516992808?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-39118205571772132522007-05-16T11:35:00.000-04:002007-05-16T11:38:24.321-04:00I just found out my grandmother(on my dads side) passed away on Monday.<br />I wish I could go to the funeral but I can't . My dads side of the family isn't what I'd call tight so over the last 10 years we'd all pass letters/emails maybe every 6 months or so but it's still a shock and it still hurts.<br /><br />She'd been sick for a while, 2 tumors. She broke her hip and was in the hospital. She was having trouble recognizing people due to the amount of painkillers she was on and she passed away in her sleep.<br /><br />She never got to meet her great grandson or her granddaughter in-law.<br /><br />At least she passed peacefully and can join grandpa Doc.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3911820557177213252?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-18347554580205411862007-05-04T12:43:00.000-04:002007-05-04T12:58:49.904-04:00As I mentioned last time (yesterday) Special Ops is having the Elite Weekend. I was so hopping to go. It looks like I am!!!<br /><br />As a gift to the forum staff they have set 10 special slots aside. I'm not going into cost details because I'm still not sure what info that they want made public. But I will say it's a wicked awesome deal.<br /><br />All I need now it to get my passport, and even that seems to be falling into place. I was disheartened to hear that it would be 10 weeks to get it if I mail all the info in. It doesn't take a math wiz to see that won't work. So I made some calls. If I apply in person I can have it in 10 DAYS. Carrie has a doctors appointment on the 14th so I can get him to sign the last two things. Then on May 30 my sister, Paula, is going to arrive in Ottawa for my other sisters wedding. Mom is picking her up. When she does that I'll be going for my passport!<br /><br />Do I get a Tippmann X-7 like the regular players? Sadly, no. But that's OK becasue of some of the other benefits I get( again not going into detail). But I do get some other stuff I can mention:<br /><ul><li>Most meals provided by Special Ops</li><li>Free Elite camo set</li><li>Free Elite tee-shirt</li><li>Play in the big game on Sun. w/free paint</li></ul>I spent most of last night in a bit of a fog over this. Today I'm nearly vibrating with excitement! I'm almost as thrilled about this as I was when Logan was born.<br /><br />To those of you that are going, I will see you there (barring passport problems). Those that aren't, keep your fingers crossed for the web cams. Don't worry, I'll be bringing my digital camera and there will be LOTS of photos. I've got a 1GB card in the cam and can take over 8000 pics!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1834755458020541186?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-48215295849308765752007-05-03T12:14:00.000-04:002007-05-03T12:47:07.897-04:00It's not that things haven't been happening, just nothing major.<br /><br />My back is slowly recovering. My doctor said I should get into physiotherapy and prescribed me some <strong>Novo-Cycloprine</strong> (muscle relaxers). I'm not keen on taking them, I dislike taking meds unless I absolutely have to, but at least they are better than the morphine. I've also applied to receive disability support. I doubt I'll get it but it would certainly help us financially.<br /><br />Carrie has been diagnosed with some kind of osteoporosis of her spine. There's another name for it but neither of us can remember what it is. She's been put on calcium supplements and vitamin D. Hopefully that will fix her up. It explains her back/hip problems.<br /><br />Logan has been enjoying the nice weather we've finally been getting. He's spending more time outside playing with kids in the neighborhood, flying (trying anyway) his kite, riding his bike and scooter. Lately he's also taken to watching Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. Being in grade one he has no real clue what any of the answers are but is fun to listen to him try. His answers tend to be things he's heard in commercials or something Carrie and I have said while he's watching.<br /><br />Special Ops Paintball is hosting an Elite Weekend game on their new field. Details about the weekend can be found <a href="http://elite.specialopspaintball.com/">here.</a> If you have Google Earth (or something similar) the coordinates are 40&#176;26' 42"N 112&#176;24'02"W. Forum members have been making suggestions on what to put into the field. It looks like they may put up some web cams for the weekend. That would be so freaking awesome for the thousands of us that can't go.<br /><br />It's too bad it's such a small game. 60 spots total, and only 30 were available for purchase. The other 30 are up for grabs in a draw. I'd love to go this year but time, my back and the cost won't let me. To buy a spot it's $2700.00 US for non Special Ops Brigade members. Because I'm a member it's would only be $1700.00. But I still need airfare, accommodations, food and a passport. Total bill for me in Canadian funds is about $3600.00. It could take up to 10 weeks for my passport to be processed which is well after the weekend.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4821529584930876575?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-32489138486086194902007-04-08T19:44:00.000-04:002007-04-08T20:17:45.618-04:00I'd like to know what assclown decided that giving kids gifts on Easter was a good idea? Seriously. Christmas is bad enough with kids screaming "I want" all day everyday for the 90 days prior to December 25. I'd like to find the son of a bitch and kick him square in the balls.<br /><br />It's bad enough that the religious folk will get the kids a new set of dress clothes to attend church functions/family gatherings. But giving a kid a baseball glove or a new bike? Blow it out your ass!<br /><br />When I was growing up we got chocolate. That was pretty much it. Hell I think we were afraid to ask for anything else. The day after easter was always fun in school though: "What did you get?"<br /><br />"I got a bike and a bat."<br />"I got a remote control car and $50.00"<br />"I got a puppy, some clothes, a kite, and a bajillion jelly beans."<br />"I got some chocolate." - me<br />"That's it? Are you poor or do your parents just hate you?"<br /><br />At that point I wanted to kill them. As I got older I learned to ignore them. Now I want to kill them again. Why? They are now parents that insist on giving their children presents from the Easter Bunny.<br /><br />On the Spec Ops forum one of the members is a tad miffed that he didn't get the paintball gear he asked for. BOO FUCKING HOO TO YOU! Be glad you had family to be with. I've spent several holidays on my own, Christmas, Easter, Thanks Giving... And you have the balls to whine because you didn't get a damned HPA tank?<br /><br />At this point I'd like to thank Corporate America for turning another family based holiday into a "gimmiefest". Thank you for decaying good family values.<br /><br />Don't get me wrong, I'm sure as hell not a "Charlie Church" but I do have my own brand of spirituality. I believe that love cannot be wrong regardless of age (with in reason) or sexuality. I understand the difference between right and wrong and try my best to live by what's right. There's more but for me it's something I feel and can't put into words.<br /><br />What I don't believe in is all this Capitalism/Consumerism that warps the minds of the nations youth. I'm not against Capitalism/Consumerism. I'm against the fact that they takes days that are considered sacred and turns them into cash cows.<br /><br />What really chaps my ass is that all these "money days" are based on Catholic/Christian holidays. When's the last time you saw a 60 day sales campaign targeting Chanukah, Ramadan, or Cinco de Mayo?<br /><br />The church doesn't like gays? Well I don't like your gimmie holidays.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-3248913848608619490?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-58169067832268696062007-03-28T08:09:00.000-04:002007-03-28T08:27:43.619-04:00Yup. I'm a lot better now. I can walk Logan to and from school. Mind you I'm still having pain when I put socks and shoes on. The bending isn't the problem, it's the straightening out and of course some quick movements.<br /><br />When I stand up it feels as though I have a major ass cramp. My right butt cheek is the worst and feels like I've been shot with a nail gun. The pain moves into my thigh and cramps my calf too. The left side isn't as bad. It feels like a cramp but stops about mid thigh.<br /><br />Logan broke his glasses on Friday. We needed to pick up some paperwork at ODSP so I (stupidly) walked up there. Normally the walk takes me about 45 minutes round trip. This time it took me 90 minutes. I was good on the way up there, aside from a dog biting me. Nothing major, it freaked out at my coat blowing in the wind, tried to get the "monster" and ended up getting my pant leg. All I felt was a pinch.<br /><br />Three quarters of the way home the pain in my back and in my leg was enough to bring me to tears. When I got home I took 2 Tylenol with codeine and laid down for an hour and a half. I spent the rest of the weekend feeling like I'd run back to back marathons.<br /><br />I got an email from my sister Paula a few days ago. Looks like she's coming for a visit. She'll be in the area for about a week. It'll be good to see here again.<br /><br />There's also a rumor that my mom's brother may be coming for a visit as well.<br /><br />I've been jotting down some ideas on how to expand my little story. The only thing that seems consistent to all of them is that what's written is a dream. I suppose that's ok but a part of me feels it's a bit of a cliché. Kind of like Snoopy and "It was a dark and stormy night".<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-5816906783226869606?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-42319447431547716462007-03-09T10:12:00.000-05:002007-03-09T10:34:34.075-05:00Yup I'm another year older as of today. And I am definitely feeling it. On Feb 26 I ended up in the hospital due to a severe muscle spasm. <br /><br />I went in around 8:45 pm and was out by 4:30 am. When I arrived I was assessed and given 2 needles, one in each ass cheek, or what I think was Demerol and 3 percocetes. They left me be for an hour or so and tired to get me into a sitting position. It didn't work. So between 10 pm and 4 am they took some x-rays and said I was fine and I was given a total 4 shots of morphine.<br /><br />I am still sore but I'm mobile. I can't put my socks on with out help. My back stiffens up if I'm sitting or standing too long. My right thigh has had a "Charley horse" for the last two days and I can't lift heavy objects.<br /><br />I think I made the doctors nervous that night. I had a shit load of drugs in me and I wasn't even drowsy.<br /><br />Tomorrow we celebrate mine and Logan's birthdays. He's having some of his friends over. Me with a bad back and ten kids in the house... Where did I put the morphine?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4231944743154771646?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-55515112776650257882007-02-21T11:22:00.000-05:002007-02-21T11:45:13.647-05:00Nearly another month since my last post.<br /><br />What's been going on? Well, the Degus came of age yesterday and we took 6 of the babies to the pet store. So now we have the Mother (Itch) one baby female and a baby male. So we could have more Degus in the future.<br /><br />We got a call from Logan's school today. He scraped his arm on the fence playing at recess. Nothing serious but it's about 5 or inches long. His teach cleaned it up and bandaged it. Took a few minutes to find is booster records and it looks like he shouldn't need a tetanus shot. We have a doctors appointment tomorrow so we'll get the cut looked and and a shot done if needed. Logan is still doing well in school. His last 2 spelling tests he's gotten 8/8! He was also selected as one of 50 kids to participate in the "Running and Reading Club". Every Tuesday they meet in the gym to read books and run laps. The goal is to get everyone to do a 5Km run as a "graduation".<br /><br />Carrie's been doing ok. Her incision was and still is infected. She also had a kidney and bladder infection. She's very excited that WWE Smackdown is doing a house show in Kingston in May. Batista is supposed to be there so we'll be trying to get a pic of him signing the doll she got for her birthday.<br /><br />Speaking of birthdays... It's only 15 days until Logan's and 16 until mine. Man I'm getting old.<br /><br />Someone started a "short story" on the <a href="http://forum.specialopspaintball.com/index.php?act=idx">Special Ops Forum</a>. Well, I tossed something based on a dream into the thread. Some asked me to develop it more and I did. With a size 10 font it's about 4.5 pages long in MS Word. My mother has read what I have and is telling me to keep going with it. I'm jotting down some ideas on where to go with it but so far nothing feels like it fits yet.<br /><br />So... Here's what I have, any comments would be appreciated.<br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote> <p class="MsoPlainText"><span style=""> </span></p><blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><p class="MsoPlainText">There was very little electric light, not because things needed to be hidden but because resources for such luxuries were hard to come by. The giant shape loomed out of the gray like the body of a dead bloated animal. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> stared at it with a mixture of awe and terror wondering if it would actually fly. This and the other "savior" ships had been built as quickly as possible. He wasn't sure if they should bother with it though.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> had seen the footage with his own eyes several times and, like the others that had watched it with him, couldn't believe people could be that stupid. Nobody knew what branch of the government had made the video. What they did know was that it was real. The time stamp gave the date as 9.26.2001 and research confirmed that events seen in other areas of the footage had taken place.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">He shook his head in disbelief and began his climb to his work section. His ship should be done some time around <st1:time minute="0" hour="12">noon</st1:time>. After that a few final checks would be made and they'd try to leave the Earth behind. They'd be lucky if they didn't blow up on take off. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> reached his section, grabbed his torch and began welding. He could see that some of the welds in this area couldn't even be called welds. He'd like to fix them but speed is what matters now according to the powers that be.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">The footage was of Ground Zero. You could see the devastation everywhere you looked. Broken building, twisted aircraft, body parts. The cameraman panned and zoomed over the entire scene. You could hear people in the background yelling instructions and heavy equipment moving wreckage. Most people you could see were wearing coveralls and hard hats. But there was another figure that wore what appeared to be a hazmat suit.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">The figure carried what looked like a GPS and a shovel. "It should be right about here", a slightly muffled voice said. The GPS disappeared into a bag and he began to dig. Several minutes passed before a clunk was heard. The figure began to enlarge the hole and stopped forty-five minutes later. "I need a hand", is heard from the figure and a second hazmat suit steps from behind the camera. They grunt and strain until a hiss of air is heard. A metal plate is lifted into view; it looks like it could be a door. There is witting and a logo on it. The wording can't be made out but the symbol for biohazard is easily recognized, even though it's damaged.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> is startled out of his reflection when he feels a hand placed on his shoulder. When he looks up form his work <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> can see it's is foreman.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">"<st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City>, take a ten. We need to get a few more plates up here. It's bad enough to have a doctor welding but we don't need to lose you in an accident."<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">All <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> could do was reply, "Right". He headed off to grab a coffee. The sun was coming up and in many ways he wished it wouldn't. Regardless he knew it was going to be his last sunrise on Earth. He sipped his coffee and watched it.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Everyone knew what had happened on <st1:date year="2001" day="11" month="9">9/11/01</st1:date>. What no one knew was that the US Government had a bio lab under the towers. The video proved that. Both the figures disappeared into the ground. Five, ten, then twenty five minutes passed before they re-emerged, both carrying a different canister. They approached the camera and you could see the biohazard warning again. Both appeared to be completely intact. The camera switched off.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">That was over eighty years ago. Things seemed fine for the first twenty years. Saddam had been captured and hanged in 2006, Osama Bin Laden was captured and imprisoned in 2010. The truth was that things were about to go very wrong.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">The video resumed in a lab. They inspected the canisters and could see the seal on one was damaged. As a safety precaution they exposed a rat to the canister. They observed the rat for weeks and it seemed perfectly healthy. They thought it was safe, they were wrong.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Davis knew now that the rat had become a carrier for the disease. The disease was designed to attack humans only with certain genomes, specifically anyone of Middle Eastern origin. The first real victim was a doctor of the lab. His symptoms were similar to SARS. It spread through <st1:state><st1:place>New York</st1:place></st1:State> quickly; anyone could be a carrier for it. Air travel was strictly monitored to try and stop the spread. No one seemed to notice only one group of people was affected. It wasn't until 2022 that other people began being affected. It had mutated to affect more people. In the beginning it had an 80% mortality rate in just one group of humans; the 2022 version was 85% globally.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">His grandfather had been brought in on a cure attempt in 2025. Four years of work yielded some very promising results. There were protests that it needed further testing but the governments of the world demanded it be put into production immediately. In June of 2030 people lined up for miles waiting for the injection.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">A staccato of gunfire came from the south east corner of the compound. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City>’ hand instinctively went to his hip for the ancient Colt 45 as he stood up to see what was happening. A small band of obviously deformed beings were trying to get in. Shamblers. He could see the snipers moving along the wall to deal with the situation. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> counted 7 distinct cracks of the rifles and then the silence.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">“I think you can relax now. They got all of them. Time to get back to work; the last five plates are in place. If you have a few minutes clean up any welds you thing need be fixed. But only if it isn’t going to take all day. I’d like to get off this dying rock today.”</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><i style="">Doesn’t he ever have anything different to say?</i>, thought <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City>. “We should be gone by <st1:time minute="0" hour="14">2 o’clock</st1:time>. If things check okay”, was all he could, and was expected, to say.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">The steel looked like they fit together nicely. It would make the welding so much easier since he wouldn’t have to hunt for scraps to fill larger gaps.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Shamblers. They were becoming more aggressive and seemingly more intelligent. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> wasn’t surprised about that, they were human after all. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">The first reported Shambler sighting was in 2037. It was called a zombie at first. No one knew the truth back then and now those that do refuse to acknowledge it. Its source was the vaccine.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">By 2032 approximately 15% of the population had been inoculated and the governments could see a change in the death tolls. They could also see a change in the births. Of those vaccinated less than a quarter would have a perfectly normal child. The majority had various degrees of deformities and defects. Significant numbers of which needed to be put to death, or died, shortly after entering the world. The few that survived lacked normal human intelligence. Most parents tried to deal with them; others abandoned them in deserted areas. They were ignored and left to themselves. The vaccines were stopped but the births continued.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">These “non humans” began to reproduce on their own. They had become more like vermin than human, living in the dark unpleasant areas of the cities, eating garbage. They had the advantage of being immune to the disease. Nature decided to torture man a little bit more.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">It was assumed by most that the “non humans” had devolved into the Shamblers. Years of study had shown otherwise. The vaccine had an effect on necrotizing fasciitis the Flesh Eating disease. It allowed the disease to take over the body without killing them. Their intelligence seemed to drop further; they were nearly mindless. The body required food and the virus wanted to spread, both are drawn to warm bodies. It was easy to see them as zombies. The infection spread fast, the “non humans” were easy targets for their own kind. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> looked over his handy work. The welds were good and he was making good time, he thought he’d be able to make some repairs in some other sections. First, though, it was time for a break and to get more welding rods. He climbed off of the ship and headed of to the break/supply room. He didn’t like going there even though there was a TV and a radio. They never played anything except the status of the Savior ships. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> sat down, looked over the boards and noted that one of the ships at his location, near <st1:city><st1:place>Toronto</st1:place></st1:City>, was going to be delayed by two weeks. Somehow the coolant for the engines had gotten in to the air system. The scrubbers had been destroyed and a new one had to be built from scratch. Stupidity or sabotage, <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> didn’t really care. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">There was a news flash on the TV. The first ship from the <st1:state><st1:place>New York</st1:place></st1:State> facility had completed its final checks, was loaded with passengers and cleared for lift off.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Others came in to watch and pray for their safety. The countdown finished, the engines fired and slowly Savior Liberty lumbered into the sky. Shouts of joy rang out and people congratulated each other on a job well done, though they had no hand in the <st1:city><st1:place>Liberty</st1:place></st1:City>’s construction. Forty seconds later they were forced back to the reality of things when the first flash of fire erupted two thirds of the way down the ship. A second and a third fire was seen. An explosion ripped the belly of the ship off and the image went blank. In the silence of disbelief a voice was heard to say, “It could have been worse. They could have been on the ground”. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> agreed, it was better to lose two thousand in one ship than everyone in the 15 ships at the facility.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> grabbed his rods and headed back to work, more melancholy than before. These ships were hope and that hope was shown to be a fragile bubble. Just as he was about to start work again word came to double and triple check everything and that <st1:city><st1:place>Vancouver</st1:place></st1:City> had a successful launch.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">“Non humans” were still being born and discarded even though the laws stated they must be killed. That allowed the number of Shamblers to grow slowly. The big growth spurts came when they managed to get into a populated area. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Shamblers weren’t very fast but they did seem to display a pack like mentality. Once in a populated area, coincidence or not, they managed to separate the infirm, small children or the elderly. Fences and walls started to surround smaller towns’; large cities had problems with that. Aside from being impractical to wall in a major city Shamblers seemed to get into the sewer systems and storm drains. They took extra precautions, set up heavily armed patrols, installed heavy grating in the drainage systems. It worked for a while. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Then a little more than 5 years ago they suddenly became intelligent. They were still well below average human intelligence but they had learned some basics such as how to work door knobs and elevator buttons. They could get up the stairs but it was a slow process. They also figured out humans slept at night.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Patrols were increased in the cities. Populations condensed and moved to one corner of the city for defensive purposes and walls were erected. Populated areas were in constant communication with each other trying to track the larger groups of Shamblers. Things were getting bad, smaller towns fell as groups of several hundred attacked smaller out posts. The worst attack was eight months ago. It was estimated that a group of 1500 Shamblers took down a population of four times that size. With previous attack figures showing only twenty percent of people were killed out right this attack was a bad sign. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">The lunch whistle blew. <i style="">It’s about time</i>, <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> thought. He stood up and stretched; his back popping. Looking around he could see that skin of the ship was almost done. As long as the internal checks were going well they might make the scheduled lift off time. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> sat at the lunch table chewing on his stale peanut butter and grape jelly sandwich. Scraps of conversation floated through the air. Some were talking about the attack this morning, others had heard the <st1:state><st1:place>Texas</st1:place></st1:State> facility had been wiped out by Shamblers or claimed it wasn’t true. People discussed how well the ships were progressing and how they looked forward lift off. No one mentioned the <st1:state><st1:place>New York</st1:place></st1:State> incident, acknowledging it would be tainting hope. It would take a lot of hope for 2100 ships, over four million people from <st1:country-region><st1:place>Canada</st1:place></st1:country-region> alone, to hit space. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Each country had decided on how to leave on its own. Both <st1:country-region><st1:place>Canada</st1:place></st1:country-region> and the <st1:country-region><st1:place>US</st1:place></st1:country-region> had similar plans, large quantities of smaller ships. The idea was it’s better to lose a small portion of the population in a single ship. <st1:country-region><st1:place>India</st1:place></st1:country-region> had chosen to use four ships to save their 150 million people. Two of their ships exploded, one on the ground.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Some of the inspectors had made their way into the lunch room and over to the status board. Everyone could hear clicking as status markers were moved around. The inspectors moved off to have their lunch and people swarmed the board. The majority of responses were groans and curses, few cheered. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> waited and finished his lunch before checking the board, no point in getting banged around. Forty-five minutes later it was time to go back to work and that’s when he took a look. Ship 12, the one he had worked on for the last ten weeks, was listed as complete and cleared for boarding. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">He headed back to his section to clean up his gear. People were already lining up for boarding. Protocols dictated that construction staff was to be boarded first to ensure a repair crew was available. With <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> being a General Practitioner as well he’d be among the first no matter what. He picked up his gear and handed it through the closest hatch for storage then went to his apartment for his suitcase.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">As the ships neared completion they were loaded with equipment and provisions. It was like getting ready for a massive family camping trip. Roughing it would be an understatement and everyone knew it. The destination was Mars and the actual conditions there were still a bit on the harsh side.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText">Terraforming was still in it’s infancy in 2035 and it was expected to take eighty years for it to be complete. With barely fifty years having passed there should be enough water and oxygen there to support the scraps of the human race. At least that’s what the Government said. No one had been back to Mars since the project had begun but the equipment kept sending back regular reports. Things were progressing as they had been predicted. </p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">It was closer to <st1:time hour="15" minute="0">three o’clock</st1:time> before the passengers were loaded. Ears popped as the cabin pressurized, smaller children cried at the discomfort. The crew walked the aisles and ensured that harnesses where done up correctly and were as snug as they should be. Once out of the atmosphere people would be free to move around and use lap belts only during the six month flight.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">The Captain announced that it was two minutes to lift off and the engines would be starting. A growl surged through the ship and the passengers yelped. The beast was awakening. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City>’ knuckles turned white as he gripped the armrests of his seat. Small screens around the cabin showed the countdown timer. With fifteen seconds left the growl became a roar and <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> closed his eyes.</p> <p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoPlainText">The Captain announced liftoff. <st1:city><st1:place>Davis</st1:place></st1:City> felt himself pressed deep into the seat and gasped for air. His left arm began to hurt. He opened his eyes to see the woman next to him had grabbed on, tears on her cheek, terror in her eyes. It would be ten minutes before they broke through the atmosphere before it was quiet enough to try to console her, if they were lucky.</p></blockquote><p class="MsoPlainText"><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-5551511277665025788?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-19259326027945553422007-01-22T19:05:00.000-05:002007-01-22T19:38:04.885-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RbVVjsB-_qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zG7veGUS_7Q/s1600-h/HPIM1293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wd79ZSN_po8/RbVVjsB-_qI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zG7veGUS_7Q/s320/HPIM1293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023015031004921506" border="0" /></a><br />So it's been nearly a month since my last update. Man I've been slacking.<br /><br />What's been going on?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Well, our degu has had pups. They'll be 2 weeks old tomorrow. Now we have 9 degus total, Itch (the mother) and 8 babies. They are getting a lot more active and it's quite funny to see them bouncing around the cage. No her eye isn't normally like that. We just forgot to turn the red-eye reduction on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Carrie had a tubal ligation on the 12th. She's doing fine although still a bit sore. The incisions for the laparoscope are healing well. The one in her belly button is a bit larger than the one on the waist line so it's healing a little slower.<br /><br />Carries computer fried a few days ago. Looks like some of the capacitors on the motherboard blew out. Luckily for us we managed to get one for free from <a href="http://groups.yahoo.com/group/KingstonFreecycle/">Freecycle</a>. It came with a 1Ghz AMD processor, 200Mbs of ram and a 20 GB hard drive. I ended up having to reformat Carries 10GB hard drive to get the system up and running but it's doing fine now. All that needs to be done is replace the exhaust fan. It's a bit on the noisy side but should hold out until we can replace it.<br /><br />We finally got some snow. Late last week we had a "storm" that dropped about 4 inches of snow on us. It's actually stuck around for a while. Down side is it's brought the cold along with it. I guess it's okay seeing as we had temps averaging about +10&#176;C<br /><br />Logan has been doing well in school. He's had 2 spelling tests now. His first he scored a 7/8 and on his second 8/8. His reading is coming along very well too. He's reading this over my shoulder as I type. It's cute but annoying at the same time. Thankfully it's almost bed time for him. That means he can read a bed time story to ME! He's also gotten a new snowsuit. the last one we got him was a reversible jacket. The zipper tab broke off and then it wouldn't stay done up. With it being as cold as it is now he needed one that would stay done up.<br /><br />Well it looks like I need to make some Kool-aid and get someone to bed.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-1925932602794555342?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-82442108230571209432006-12-29T22:14:00.000-05:002006-12-29T22:33:24.956-05:00It's 10:13 pm ET. Saddam was to have been executed about 15 minutes ago. CNN is saying that 2 TV stations in Iraq are confirm his hanging has taken place. Until I see a body, I have my doubts.<br /><br />While they were looking for him I seem to recall several doubles having been found/killed. At this point I wouldn't be surprised to learn that he is still alive. Maybe I'm a bit cynical on this but something just doesn't feel right about this.<br /><br />I'm only 35 but I've seen some interesting things happen in history: The fall of the Berlin wall, the explosion of 2 space shuttles, fall of the World Trade Center, various assassinations/attempts, the fall of communism in Russia, massive devastation caused by natural events. I saw the capture of Saddam Hussein and knew that I was seeing more history unfolding in front of my eyes. This should be the continuation of that.<br /><br />I don't think I can really explain what I'm feeling, or more precisely what I'm not feeling. I think the closest comparison I can give is like when I was a kid and I was told Santa wasn't real.<br /><br />Saddam was captured 3 years ago. They say his influence in Iraq has diminished significantly. I guess now is the real test. All we can do is pray for whatever troops are over there, be they US, British or anywhere else that they remain safe. May the new year and Saddam's death bring them home.<br /><br />As I've been typing this out I've been listening to CNN about this. They just reported that on Iraq station pegged Saddam's death at 10:05 pm ET the other one is saying that it was before 10:00... But news is starting to spread through the streets of Iraq.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-8244210823057120943?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-90060591376278528472006-12-21T08:10:00.000-05:002006-12-21T08:28:40.716-05:00I love my family. I love my friends and I appreciate the message of unity and peace that this time of year is supposed to represent. But I still hate Christmas.<br /><br />I hate it because of the week before and the 2 weeks after.<br /><br />I despise shopping under the best of circumstances but you add the sheer insanity of a thousand people screaming, "OH MY GOD! 5 days until Christmas and I haven't bought anything for anyone!" Jam them into a mall of any size where things are on "sale"(I have my doubts about some items). I'd rather swallow a live block of Semtex and detonate it in my colon. It's a lot less painful.<br /><br />Last night was, thankfully, the last of my Christmas shopping. The only reason I need to go back to the mall between now and the 25th is if I'm being paid a shit load of cash to kill someone or if zombies attack. Frankly I'd rather take my chances with the zombies.<br /><br />This morning I took Logan to school. On my way back home I ran into the mother of a friend of Logan's. Niceties demanded I ask if she had finished her shopping yet and she replied with a, "No, I still haven't figured out what to get my husband."<br /><br />Since we had seen her husband and son at the mall last night I asked if they were finished theirs. They were but her son was wanting to get his mom a special present. It seems he wants to get her a "Cemetery. That way you can see grandpa." That's a hell of a thought and a wish that can only come form a child.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-9006059137627852847?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-43169239513698333042006-12-16T08:49:00.000-05:002006-12-16T09:08:48.453-05:00So I quit at Startek. I'm happy about that. Less stress. On the down side I'm unemployed again.<br />That's not all that bad. I'm looking into some of those work at home things. Maybe one of them will pan out. If it does I'll be sure to let people know.<br /><br />Since I quit ODSP requires that I apply for Employment Insurance. Frankly I didn't want to because I knew I didn't have enough hours for it. But since they "require" that I do it, I did. The woman behind the counter thought I was nuts. Oh well. Lots of people think I'm nuts.<br /><br />Logan got his report card the other day.<br />English: Read - B<br /> Write - B<br /> Oral - B<br /><br /><br />Math: Number sense and Numeration - B+<br /> Measurement - B+<br /> Patterning and algebra - B<br /> Data Management and Probability - B<br /><br /><br />Science and Technology: B<br /><br />Social Studies: B+<br /><br />Health and P.E.: B<br /><br />The Arts Music: B+<br /><br />Visual Arts: C+<br /><br />For his learning skills he got 6 Goods, 2 Excellents and 1 Satisfactory. The Satisfactory is for his conflict resolution. I guess drop kicking a kid doesn't work. Overall we're very happy with him. Hopefully he continues with his B average and quits drop kicking kids.<br /><br />Santa comes in little more than a week. We got all of Logan's gifts, even if it means Carrie and I can't get anything for each other. We'll do what we can, but I'm not expecting much.<br /><br />ODSP says they overpaid us because I was working even though all my pay stubs were submitted WELL BEFORE THEY WERE DUE. Fucking government. Two months in a row. First time was an overpayment of over $300.00, the second was over $400.00. Thankfully our rent is still getting paid.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-4316923951369833304?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1164804432437581082006-11-29T07:10:00.000-05:002006-11-29T07:48:52.970-05:00I started my training at Startek on Sept 22 (or close to that date anyway). It was 3 weeks of classroom work, reading online lessons, doing role plays and testing. As I've said before I felt under trained. <br /><br />After I started on the phones I was nervous of course. I struggled along with my classmates. I was getting used to how things worked and just starting to get a handle the Bell phone features. And that's about the time things started to change. I started to sleep less, eat less and began to feel sick to the stomach some mornings.<br /><br />I was on the phones until Nov 8. That's when they pulled me aside and told me, not asked, that I was going to the sales cue. More training. And my stomach got worse.<br /><br />As it stands right now I'm eating one meal a day (and it's a lot smaller than I would normally eat), I'm getting about 3 hours of sleep a night (sometimes less) and when I get out of bed in the morning I sometimes have a headache and always feel like I'm going to puke. <br /><br />What's wrong with me? I have a good idea. My sister had the same problems when she was in school. She was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. I'm guessing my job is the source for mine.<br /><br />I've worked in places I didn't like but I've never had this problem before. I've called in sick and today is the third day in a row. I'm going to the clinic today to talk to a doctor and I'm also going to call ODSP (Ontario Disability Support Program). I think I'm going to quit but I need to make sure it's not going to mess with our ODSP payments. I doubt ODSP would cut us off, especially if I have medical reasons. <br /><br />I spent close to an hour this morning crying. Worried how Carrie would feel about it. We talked and she's fine with it. On one level I'm worried about what the rest of my family will think. On another level I really don't care. If they want to bitch and moan and call me a quitter then they can all go fuck themselves. They don't need to speak to me at all or ever again. <br /><br />On top of all that Carrie's got three cracked ribs. She was house cleaning a couple of weeks ago and slipped in he socked feet. She banged up against the rocking chair and we figured she'd just bruise a bit. She went to the hospital yesterday because she was still in pain and having some difficulty breathing, getting out of bed and just moving around. They x-rayed her and found lots of swelling and three cracked ribs.<br /><br />My headache is coming back. I think I'll go have some toast and tylenol.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-116480443243758108?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1163879306286713462006-11-18T14:15:00.000-05:002006-11-18T14:48:26.303-05:00A while ago on the Spec Ops forum a member asked, "Why don't people like Emo Kids?"<br /><br />Several members commented on how annoying this group of kids are. How they walk around all depressed, wearing black (usually female clothes no less), complain about how no-one likes them and why the cut themselves. His response to this was, "We just want to be left alone. You're all pissed because I'm an individual."<br /><br />That made me laugh. I fail to see how dressing, listening to the same music and acting like the rest of the Emo Kids makes you an individual, weather you are a "true" emo or a poser.<br /><br />For a while I pretty much left it at that. Then someone at work made a comment that reminded me of the Emo.<br /><br />I have no problem with someone trying to express themselves. I grew up surrounded by punks and goths. I dealt with potheads, geeks, nerds and jocks. Preps and wannabes. I did things people thought I was nuts for doing. I was accused of being a skin head when I shaved my head the first time. But emos?<br /><br />I have a hard time accepting a group that claims to be original when the first emo kids ever were seen around in October 2, 1950. Who are these kids? Everyone and their dog should know them. If you haven't guessed it's none other than Charlie Brown and the gang. Read the comics, you'll see what I mean.<br /><br />You want people to like you? Then why the hell are you being an annoying ass clown and whining about it? I hate to break the news to you but the universe shits on everyone. You want proof? Try living in Halifax NS for 12 years and being deathly allergic to seafood. Quit cutting yourself. Maybe the extra blood that makes it to your brain will let you have an intelligent thought.<br /><br /><blockquote>God.. "I'm just not happy. I'm just not happy. I'm just not happy because my life didn't turn out the way I thought it would." Hey! Join the fucking club, ok!? I thought I was going to be the starting center fielder for the Boston Red Socks. Life sucks, get a fucking helmet, allright?! "I'm not happy. I'm not happy." Nobody's happy, ok!? Happiness comes in small doses folks. It's a cigarette, or a chocolate cookie, or a five second orgasm. That's it, ok! You cum, you eat the cookie, you smoke the butt, you go to sleep, you get up in the morning and go to fucking work, ok!? That is it! End of fucking list! "I'm just not happy." Shut the fuck up, allright? That's the name of my new book, "Shut the Fuck Up, by Doctor Denis Leary. A revolutionary new form of therapy." I'm gonna have my patients come in. "Doctor, I.." "Shut the fuck up, next!" "I don't feel so.." "Shut the fuck up, next!" "He made me feel so much better about myself, you know? He just told me to shut the fuck up and nobody had ever told me that before. I feel so much better now." Whining fucking maggots.</blockquote><br /><br />Thank you Dennis Leary. I couldn't have said it better myself.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-116387930628671346?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1162652690639501432006-11-04T09:18:00.000-05:002006-11-04T10:04:50.686-05:00Work has been going. Even though I work for the phone company I can honestly say that they SUCK. I can't say why until Monday. But I can say it will piss people off to no end.<br /><br />I had one customer, a politician, call in totally pissed offed. It seems that he had no phone service and the repair crews had gone out to fix it. As if that wasn't bad enough. According to Mr. Politician the construction company doing work across the street from his office was run by the Mafia and they were out to get him. At this point I'm thinking that I've been to the town where he is and there's no way the mob would be after a useless jerk like him, unless of course he owes them drug money. His town is way to small to be of interest to the mafia. He then begins to rant about how the "street gangs" of "worthless teenagers" are out to get him as well. DUDE! There are only about 2500 people in your town! What's the gang consist of? Two high school students walking in your direction to get to the corner store? <br /><br />Then there are the really stupid things that shouldn't happen. Things like people getting charged for the installation of 9 phone jacks, or having a $100 refund increase the bill, or people who wait a FUCKING MONTH! before calling in because no-one actually came to the door and said their new phone was connected. GAH!<br /><br /><h2><font color=#FF6600>Halloween!</font></h2><br /><br />Halloween has come and gone. Logan was dressed as Superman. We were only out for about an hour and a half. The best part of the night was the guy dressed as a scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern head. He was sitting in a chair in his driveway and his wife was handing out treats. As the kids would leave he'd make a grab at them and scare the bejeebers out of them. Logan bolted out of the driveway and down the sidewalk. We called him back and he was laughing, "He pranked me didn't he?" All we could do was laugh with him.<br /><br />The worst thing about the night was coming home. Why? Because as soon as we got in and finished sorting the candy there was a Christmas commercial on TV. Carrie thought I flipped my lid when I started swearing for no apparent reason. Why the hell can't we have a day or two of quiet before the Christmas rush begins?<br /><br /><h2><font color=#B452CD>Other Stuff</font></h2><br /><br />I've been trying to get my hands on a copy of Call of Duty. The <span style="font-style:italic;">FIRST</span> version of the game. There is a paintball mod for it. Even if it's kind of cheesy I don't care. It's multi player online and many of the forum members play. I think it'd be kind of fun to play against them. If you know of any place I can get a copy let me know.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-116265269063950143?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1161391440376307342006-10-20T20:24:00.000-04:002006-10-20T20:44:00.390-04:00Well technically it's Bell and the ding, but what ever.<br /><br />It's been a LONG week at the new job. I'm working for Bell Canada in the billing department. It's not overly difficult but it seems that I'm woefully under-trained. It feels like we "glanced" at all the tools we're supposed to use and "glimpsed" the information we need. Three weeks learning this stuff nad I'm spending more time with my hand in the air trying to flag down a "red-hat" (expierenced co-worker) and being taught how to do this shit.<br /><br />Monday was the last day of class room training. Tuesday we hit the floor and went live. It wasn't too bad but I had guessed we got off lucky. That night as I was taking the bus home I mentioned to Janet (one of the ladies that trained with me) that we'd see the shit hit the fan later in the week. I was right.<br /><br />Wedensday it seemed like every crackhead in Ontario had called in. Thursdy seemed to be more of the same. I actually had one guy call in complaining that he was over charged by ONE FUCKING PENNY! Buddy, if you're THAT worried over one cent get rid of your damned phone. I spent 20 minutes trying to explain to one person that long distance is charged by the minute or any part there of. If you call your kids and ask them to call back, that 15 second call is billed as 1 minute.<br /><br />Today was pretty mellow. The shitty part of today came from the slush that dropped out of the sky. Too warm for real snow but this stuff was still white and in piled up in a few areas. Nothing to shovel. Fortunately the rain god rid of most of it.<br /><br />Thank god it Friday.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-116139144037630734?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1160316486344990552006-10-08T10:07:00.000-04:002006-10-08T10:44:07.490-04:00So last weekend my sister, Paula, arrived from Halifax for a visit. It's always nice to see her, especially if she brings a treat with her. An boy did she bring a treat. Tickets to Paramount Canada's Wonderland.<br /><br />It's an amusment park. Lots of fun stuff to do. <br /><br />Right off the bat I headed for the Extreme Sky Flyer. It cost me $45.00 for the ride and anopther $23.00 for the video but it's well worth it.<br /><br />Ride Stats:<br />Arch Height: 173 ft<br />Tower Height: 152 ft<br />Free Fall: 50 ft<br />Closest point ot he ground: 6 ft<br />Top Speed: 60 mph!<br /><br /><br />Now, I used to be afraid of heights. Not phobic about it, just never liked it.<br />As I was being winched up to the top of the tower it would tug at my waist and it felt as though I were going to tip over and fall out of the harness.<br /><br />If you listen closely to near the end you can hear Logan, my son, say i did a good job! LOL!<br /><embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v605/Puzuma/KeithOnskyflyer_NEW.flv"></embed><br /><br />After that we went over to ther Top Gun Roller Coaster.<br /><br />Carrie and I were in the front seat. Keep in mind that this is only her second time at Wonderland, and her second time on this ride. Hell her first ride was seven years ago and her first time on ANY roller coaster! First time, 7 years ago, they took pics of each seat set and we were about 5 seats back. This time they had eliminated that option. It's now a video of the front seats only. As you'll see in the video it's based off of the movie Top Gun (duh!) and simulates the flight charactreistics of a fighter plane! WOOT! <br /><br />I have to give Carrie credit for doing this. Even though she was scared she held up pretty damned good!<br /><br /><embed width="430" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vidmg.photobucket.com/albums/v605/Puzuma/TopGunRollercoaster.flv"></embed><br /><br /><br />Other than that've been busy at work training. 5 am is still too damned early to be up, but I'm on my last week of training and on the phones soon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-116031648634499055?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1159306196861420442006-09-26T17:03:00.000-04:002006-09-26T17:29:56.913-04:00So last Tuesday we went to Ottawa to see WWE Smackdown . It was a pretty decent show, Carrie was thrilled that Batista was there. There weere only two problems though.<br /><br />The first probelm was that on the way home I missed our exit and we almost ended up in Cornwall. The other problem was worse, at least from Carrie's perspective.<br /><br />Before we left Kingston we stopped into Shoppers Drugmart to pick up a couple of single use cameras. The Life brand (Shopper's house brand) ones were on sale so we got two of them. Last Wedensday we took them into be developed. They didn't. We ended up with only 2 or 3 images on the film. No Batista pics.<br /><br />This past Friday we went to the Queen's Univerity vs Ottawa University hockey game. We had dinner there with a couple of the djs from the radio station. Queen's lost 8-2.<br /><br />I started work on Monday. That's the good thing.<br /><br />What sucks is that I have to be up at 5 am for 3 weeks so I can do a 25 minute walk to catch a bus downtown so I can be at work for 7 am. Once I'm there I have to climb up 3 flights of stairs to get to the 4th floor where the training room is. <br /><br />Yesterday was REALLY bad. I'm not used to being up that early so I was tired as it was. Now let's add reading a few hundred pages of company policy, signing pay information and reading more legal crap. <br /><br />Today I'm still a bit tired but at least we started the actual traing. That kind of helped keep me awake. 5:00 am is still WAY too early though.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-115930619686142044?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1158184937795906902006-09-13T17:53:00.000-04:002006-09-13T18:02:17.816-04:00I had a job interview today at StarTek, a local call center. I left thismorning at 11:00 am and didn't get home untill 4:00pm. LONG freaking day! But I got the job.<br /><br />I'll start training on Sept. 25 at 7 am and that will take 3 weeks. So I'll be up at 5 am YUCK! After that though I'll be starting at 8am the earliest and done around 5:30. Pay is $10.00 an hour. Not the most I've ever made, but better than a kick balls.<br /><br />When I finally got home I found out that St. Lawrence College sent me a letter of acceptence. If I take it I'd start school in January. I think I'll stick to work for now.<br /><br />I think it's time to buy me a lotto ticket. Good things happen in 3's. Maybe I'll get REAL lucky.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-115818493779590690?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1157648050118840732006-09-07T12:53:00.000-04:002006-09-07T12:54:10.146-04:00The local radio station was doing a contest for the summer, 96 days of summer. Twice a day they would annouce "Be caller X". If you were lucky enough to be the right caller you won a gift certificate and a ticket to the radio party at the bar. Winners to the party had a chance to win a grand prize worth $10,000.00.<br /><br />A few weeks ago my wife lucked out and was the right caller. She got a $25.00 gift certificate at a nice restuarant and her ticket to the party.<br /><br />Two weeks later I got in as well. My gift certificate wa for a women's clothing store. GAH! <br /><br />Last night was the party. We arrived at 5:30, if you weren't registered by 6:00 too bad for you. We register, watch them put our names in the ballot box, fill out the stub for door prizes and look for a seat.<br /><br />They announced that through out the evening they would draw door prizes and a "Final 10" for the grand prize.<br />during the second set of door prize draws I won. This time a Gift certificate for home furnishings. As the night wore on I ended up being the LAST name for the big prize.<br /><br />They called the 10 of us up on stage did the last of the door prizes. The wife won $100 certificate for rustproffing of a car, we don't have one.<br /><br />Now the way the Grand prize was decided was all 10 names go into a bag. First person called draws a name and that person is out, pick your own name too bad. I was the 5 make pulled out. But I still got a parting gift......<br /><br />$50.00 for any auto repair at a local garage. I still don't have a car<br /><br />Hopefully my parents can use them before they expire.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-115764805011884073?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7074926.post-1157412140561742012006-09-04T19:05:00.000-04:002006-09-04T19:22:21.586-04:00Yeah. I know, it's not that original, but I don't care. <br /><br />It's the last long weekend of summer vacation. At least here in Canada it is. Many of the paintball forum members have been back to school for a few weeks already.<br /><br />Logan is looking forward to his first day of Grade 1 tomorrow. As are Carrie and I. More for the bit of piece and quiet it means. Don't get me wrong, we do love him but 3 months of "Can we go to the park?" 95 times a day can wear you down.<br /><br />Carrie's looking forward to her first day back as well. She's only 4 credits short of getting her grade 12. She's got 2 books left in her English and World History before she gets those 2 credits. She plans to take Co-op and Art: Photography for her last 2 credits.<br /><br />What am I going to do? Well, since Logan is in school full-time I'll keep looking for work. <br /><br />In the meantime, I'm looking forward to Wed. Carrie and I won tickets to a party by a local radio station. There are going to be prizes handed out, grand prize is worth $10,000.00 total. Keep your fingers crossed for us!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7074926-115741214056174201?l=puzumasblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Puzumahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00757457324804437951noreply@blogger.com0