Gratz to Harding for yesterday!
Guess it's true: third time really IS the charm!
He retook his learners exam and PASSED! Good for you Shawn!
Too bad the graduated licence system prevents you from challenging a Class 5 licence until at least one year has passed... >_>
Today...
Today at work I was lent out to be a helping hand for a Millwright. Not my line of work, but it is something I can do, and do well. Basically it's mechanics: just, it's for pumps and industrial equipment...
Rained like hell this afternoon, which pleased me. Knocked the power out in Fort Saskatchewan too, and it doesn't surprise me. The rain fell hard for at least 2 hours straight, with a dramatic lightning show. Really cool. Too bad I was indoors, safe and warm and dry.
After work, I took Jamie to the post office outlet at Shoppers Drug Mart, only to be disappointed.
The mailman dropped off a door-knob pamphlet, which came with my anime movie. It's purpose was to let our household know that there would be a package to pick up, should no one be at home at the time of drop-off to recieve it. Well, someone DID recieve my mail at home, and it came with the 'you have a package at the post office' note. Now, let's get confused...
The day I recieved my mail, I got an e-mail from Jamies' cos-play site, which said they sent the package THAT DAY. I assumed that my DVD came in with no pamphlet, and the note was for her costumes at Shoppers.
We went there today after work, and the lady explained things to me. First of all, I was teaching Jamie how to recieve mail like this, since she never did so ever in her life. I was embarrassed, because I honestly made a mistake, and looked bad for her. As the older brother, I'm not allowed to make mistakes or screw up: my role is meant to lead by example and be the 'perfect hero' that everyone thinks I should be.
I'm listening to battle music right now, getting pumped up. Good night to make my body scream, and pass out in delirium and a growing body of twitching nerves and steely muscles.
Meh. If only one could wander around the world, killing slimes for XP and Gold, and enjoy life as an adventurer. ^_^
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Oops! I almost killed somebody! O_o
Alrighty. Two days ago, during a furniture move, one of our 'substitute' foremen called me over halfway through our job.
'David, tomorrow I need you guys to go over to Loadout and deal with a pigeon problem. It's on top of some scaffolding, inside a huge air duct. I can't take you over there right now to show you the job, so if you have time later, go over and see what you need to do it tomorrow.' I never had time to go scope out the job.
Well, yesterday, me and a newer guy on our crew went over to the job. Up on top of this scaffold, inside the wall on the second/third story of this building, is a huge air duct, as big as a small room. Inside, is at least a half foot deep carpet of dead birds, nests, and bird shit. Gross stuff.
Well, we got our permit, did the hazard assessment sheets and all that safety crap... My partner, Ron, is a greenhorn still, and only I on the whole entire plant even knows and understands the proper pigeon procedure, since it is an extreme biohazard.
We begin scraping and cleaning the edge of this thing, so I can crawl inside of it to do the real clean-up, when our substitute boss comes by and pulls me away for a Manwatch job. I had to leave Ron on his own to do the job.
Now, apparently, the ledge we weren't supposed to go on? Well, it just happened to be the entire air duct that we had to clean out. Seems the whole thing was rusty or something. The boss dropped me off for safety supplies, and mentioned that we weren't supposed to be inside the duct after all. I quickly told him to rush over and tell Ron to stay out. Too late. Ron and I had already cleaned the outside of the duct when I was pulled away, leaving the inside as priority.
Ron climbed in, and the ducting broke under his weight, but just in a spot. Half his lower torso, legs, and bum fell through. He dangled about 10 feet off of a lower ledge that was inside the building, where the air duct overhung. He pulled himself in again okay, dusted himself off, and was otherwise unhurt, but still... The potential for tragedy was there.
An incident report will be created soon. The substitue supervisor is at fault for not showing us the job and clearly reminding or telling us of the non-pigeon hazards involved with the job. The permit issuer is in shit, for not coming out to clearly see what kind of job we had to do, before issuing the permit. I'll be in a little shit, since I was in charge of the permit and safety assessment, and was called away from a greenhorn to do another job. Ron will be in shit for knowingly working alone, as ordered, and for entering the duct, which apparently, is also now a confined space, which nobody said that it was in the first place.
So, no big deal. Nothing happened, and it's the Sherritt way to ignore incidents like this one, and cover it up. [Shrugs.]
---
Felt like a zombie at work today. No energy at all. We moved shutdown trailers, office furniture, and had to stay late to mop up an indoor water spill from a water line that burst.
I went hungry all day long... [Pout, pout, pout...]
So. After work, I KIDNAPPED Jamie and Tony, and took them out to McDonalds. Yay! ^_^
My ANIME finally came in. It is indeed the cartoon version of forbidden romance. I just hope it has english sub-titles. O_o
Boku wa Imouto ni Koi wo suru. 'I love my little sister', but on this box simply shortened to and called 'Secret Sweethearts'. It's a tale of twins, who are going through what I'm going through right now. Doubt, shame, pride, certainty...
It'll be a good sitting.
I already got a notice saying that Jamie's cosplay stuff should be in tomorrow. I get a lot of parcels, and since no-ones home usually during the day time, the post master gives us those doorknob tags, which are actually reciepts that you have to take in to the post office to redeem your package.
So, I told Jamie that some, if not all, of her cosplay will be in tomorrow. She is positively thrilled! That's at least two weeks ahead of schedule. Looks like those costume makers in China had lots of time after all to make her stuff.
Jamie plans on doing her final exam tomorrow morning, then coming in to work for the afternoon. After work, she'll come along with me to the post office, and I'll get to teach her how to recieve mail from that place. Cool huh?
Anyway, it's supper time right now. Later guys.
'David, tomorrow I need you guys to go over to Loadout and deal with a pigeon problem. It's on top of some scaffolding, inside a huge air duct. I can't take you over there right now to show you the job, so if you have time later, go over and see what you need to do it tomorrow.' I never had time to go scope out the job.
Well, yesterday, me and a newer guy on our crew went over to the job. Up on top of this scaffold, inside the wall on the second/third story of this building, is a huge air duct, as big as a small room. Inside, is at least a half foot deep carpet of dead birds, nests, and bird shit. Gross stuff.
Well, we got our permit, did the hazard assessment sheets and all that safety crap... My partner, Ron, is a greenhorn still, and only I on the whole entire plant even knows and understands the proper pigeon procedure, since it is an extreme biohazard.
We begin scraping and cleaning the edge of this thing, so I can crawl inside of it to do the real clean-up, when our substitute boss comes by and pulls me away for a Manwatch job. I had to leave Ron on his own to do the job.
Now, apparently, the ledge we weren't supposed to go on? Well, it just happened to be the entire air duct that we had to clean out. Seems the whole thing was rusty or something. The boss dropped me off for safety supplies, and mentioned that we weren't supposed to be inside the duct after all. I quickly told him to rush over and tell Ron to stay out. Too late. Ron and I had already cleaned the outside of the duct when I was pulled away, leaving the inside as priority.
Ron climbed in, and the ducting broke under his weight, but just in a spot. Half his lower torso, legs, and bum fell through. He dangled about 10 feet off of a lower ledge that was inside the building, where the air duct overhung. He pulled himself in again okay, dusted himself off, and was otherwise unhurt, but still... The potential for tragedy was there.
An incident report will be created soon. The substitue supervisor is at fault for not showing us the job and clearly reminding or telling us of the non-pigeon hazards involved with the job. The permit issuer is in shit, for not coming out to clearly see what kind of job we had to do, before issuing the permit. I'll be in a little shit, since I was in charge of the permit and safety assessment, and was called away from a greenhorn to do another job. Ron will be in shit for knowingly working alone, as ordered, and for entering the duct, which apparently, is also now a confined space, which nobody said that it was in the first place.
So, no big deal. Nothing happened, and it's the Sherritt way to ignore incidents like this one, and cover it up. [Shrugs.]
---
Felt like a zombie at work today. No energy at all. We moved shutdown trailers, office furniture, and had to stay late to mop up an indoor water spill from a water line that burst.
I went hungry all day long... [Pout, pout, pout...]
So. After work, I KIDNAPPED Jamie and Tony, and took them out to McDonalds. Yay! ^_^
My ANIME finally came in. It is indeed the cartoon version of forbidden romance. I just hope it has english sub-titles. O_o
Boku wa Imouto ni Koi wo suru. 'I love my little sister', but on this box simply shortened to and called 'Secret Sweethearts'. It's a tale of twins, who are going through what I'm going through right now. Doubt, shame, pride, certainty...
It'll be a good sitting.
I already got a notice saying that Jamie's cosplay stuff should be in tomorrow. I get a lot of parcels, and since no-ones home usually during the day time, the post master gives us those doorknob tags, which are actually reciepts that you have to take in to the post office to redeem your package.
So, I told Jamie that some, if not all, of her cosplay will be in tomorrow. She is positively thrilled! That's at least two weeks ahead of schedule. Looks like those costume makers in China had lots of time after all to make her stuff.
Jamie plans on doing her final exam tomorrow morning, then coming in to work for the afternoon. After work, she'll come along with me to the post office, and I'll get to teach her how to recieve mail from that place. Cool huh?
Anyway, it's supper time right now. Later guys.
Monday, June 23, 2008
I can walk on my hands! >_<
Sure can!
Anyways...
This post is all about Jamie today.
For a few months, she's had a bad tooth. One of her molar thingies had a deep cavity in it. Now, her dentist would have loved to do a root canal for her, but...
...since she doesn't have her Native card, she wouldn't be covered by anything, and would have to pay the $2000 plus cost of getting it done, for one tooth, at the risk of it not being done correctly by the dentist.
After suffering quietly for a while now, she finally agreed to all of our advice, and went ahead and got the damn thing pulled today.
She asked me if it would hurt, and I told her it wouldn't. Just a quick needle or two, and the doc would have it out in no time.
Estimated time: 20 minutes.
Actual time: 45ish. Including freezing, and not just the actual extraction time I had estimated.
Estimated needles: 2.
Actual needles: 4.
Estimated pain: tugging sensation.
Actual pain: came out easy with a whoosh. Virtually no pain.
Now Jamie is at home, her face full of freezing, applying lip balm to help her lips from chafing after drooling non-stop. >_< (I am such an ass...)
Overall, I'm glad she had her first 'adult' tooth pulling experience done so well. She had one as a kid, but those are different.
Good big brother things I did today for Jamie:
Immediately take her to 7-11 after work (at her request, in my truck, even though it's only two blocks away) so she could binge before the dentist told her not to eat anything.
Comforted and consoled her about the procedure.
Let her (and Steph) beat me with a pillow. ^_^
Killed a bee for her. What a wuss!!! (Didn't I have a phobia AND death-like allergy to them at one time in my life?...)
Be ever-ready to lend her support and strength whenever she needs it. As a friend, as a brother, and as a man.
Recently this week I've picked her up after she grew upset with a little tiff with her father.
Talked about many issues in her life that are causing her stress.
Gave her a gentle pat on the back when she was crying this week, and listened to her vent out her feelings.
Discussed and encouraged her on her future and soon-to-be-reality goals and ambitions. I also shared some of my future goals, which I'm glad that I'm actually forming, and for once feeling confident and certain enough that my dreams can and will be fulfilled. Career wise.
Let her hook me into the cosplay scene, filling my head with a few characters that I could actually pull off.
Right now she went to bed a little early, while the freezing is still in place. I'm sure she won't ache much tomorrow...
Nope. She's awake now. I can hear her upbeat chatter upstairs. Richard came over for a visit, and I just finished watching a movie called 'Fools Gold', which turned out better than I expected.
I gave just mum a shoulder rub, and am now unwinding slowly, sipping on a beer before I go to bed. Tomorrow, I have to clean up bird waste and dead things tomorrow at work. I'm the only guy at work with the patience and stomache for it. Let me share a secret: in the summertime, with the heat, gas masks don't stop the smell from getting through... Dead pigeons smell like burnt, rotten socks, bloated from the sun... >_>
I tried messaging Harding on MSN, but I guess he's not answering. Something set him off, and last weekend, well, he wasn't acting like himself.
Beyond my jealousness that Jamie hangs out with him, and the ease in which he can make her laugh and have a good time, I don't have any quarrel with him. I think he's alright, even though we've drifted apart in interests: he's still fun to talk to and hang out with.
I think he's mad at me though, since he knows how I go on and on about how much I love Jamie. He knows that I know that I could never have her, especially if Kim got hooked up with Laurie. The fact that Jamie doesn't want a relationship with anyone either doesn't help in that area at all either. But still, it's like how I'm still jealous of Shawn: even though she doesn't want him as a boyfriend, she still goes out alone with him on 'dates' and good times, and I get super jealous. I think that's possibly why he's upset.
Jamie told me that when she last went out with him, he was distant and aloof. Well, not in those words, but that's how I understand it. They went shopping for stuff for Jamies future place, and to her, he seemed upset, possibly almost angry.
Whatever made him upset, be it me, or something else, I hope he feels better. Even though we're not as close as we once were, he's still a little part of my crazy life, and it seems that his part is slightly out of place. Cheer up Shawn! ^_^
So.
Should I spend $10000 each year for two years of College, meaning a total of $20000, to be a professional Massage Therapist, with intricate knowledge and theory of ancient masseuse techniques and literature revolving around massages?
Or, should I spend a mere $3000 on a skeleton course that still gives me a ticket stating that I qualify as a professional Massage Therapist, that is ackknowledged and accepted in 90% of Alberta Massage Clinics?
O_o
I'm not stupid.
Did I mention the skeleton course is only a total of 16 Fridays, 16 Saturdays, and 5 Sundays? Lasts from August to about Christmas time, has a lot of hands on experience, a friendly course and attitude, lots of hands on homework, and is reachable by me in a half-dead truck?
Booyah, I think I'm gonna try and get in this year.
Hmmm. Jamies costume I had to order for her won't be here until the 15th-ish of next month. Plenty of time for her animethon, but still...
See, if she just ordered cosplay wigs, it would have been here on time. However, the costumes from the site are not pre-made and stored in a warehouse. They are custom manufactured per order. So, it's being made in China right now. Hence the extra week or two of delay.
I just hope to god they didn't ruin anything by making the size she ordered wonky... >_>
God, someone help me...
I just hope that whoever it is that I find in life that is special enough to replace Jamie loves me back with as much intensity as I feel every day.
When unconditional love is conditional: it's only okay when it follows the laws some dead guy wrote years and years ago. Hell, that makes me the greatest sinner of all: breaking the laws of Man. ~_~
I just want everyone to know, that even if Jamie was flesh and blood related to me, even if by law I had to call her sister, even if she was related as a 3rd generation cousin or whatever, I would willingly break any taboo in place to be with her, if she had the same feelings for me in place.
As far as I know it right now, so far she isn't legally a sister at all, just emotionally. We've known each other for years, and sadly, for much of her life, I largely ignored her. It wasn't until she grew past her 'goth' stage and emerged as the woman that she is now that I started having feelings for her. Well, it's nearly three long years now, and growing.
I feel bad because my friends, like Harding and Hale, have both long had feelings for her, before I even noticed her. They got to know more of her than I ever will know, were fortunate to share so many moments and memories that I will never hear of, and were able to see far more sides to her personality than I could ever dream of. As Harding had put it, I haven't been in this 'war' as long as he has. Our 'rivalry' continues in this regards: my friend, my luckier half.
Still, I dream that merhaps one day, she will notice me a little, just enough... Just enough to make my heart skip, and my imagination soar...
[Sigh...] Good night! ^_^
Anyways...
This post is all about Jamie today.
For a few months, she's had a bad tooth. One of her molar thingies had a deep cavity in it. Now, her dentist would have loved to do a root canal for her, but...
...since she doesn't have her Native card, she wouldn't be covered by anything, and would have to pay the $2000 plus cost of getting it done, for one tooth, at the risk of it not being done correctly by the dentist.
After suffering quietly for a while now, she finally agreed to all of our advice, and went ahead and got the damn thing pulled today.
She asked me if it would hurt, and I told her it wouldn't. Just a quick needle or two, and the doc would have it out in no time.
Estimated time: 20 minutes.
Actual time: 45ish. Including freezing, and not just the actual extraction time I had estimated.
Estimated needles: 2.
Actual needles: 4.
Estimated pain: tugging sensation.
Actual pain: came out easy with a whoosh. Virtually no pain.
Now Jamie is at home, her face full of freezing, applying lip balm to help her lips from chafing after drooling non-stop. >_< (I am such an ass...)
Overall, I'm glad she had her first 'adult' tooth pulling experience done so well. She had one as a kid, but those are different.
Good big brother things I did today for Jamie:
Immediately take her to 7-11 after work (at her request, in my truck, even though it's only two blocks away) so she could binge before the dentist told her not to eat anything.
Comforted and consoled her about the procedure.
Let her (and Steph) beat me with a pillow. ^_^
Killed a bee for her. What a wuss!!! (Didn't I have a phobia AND death-like allergy to them at one time in my life?...)
Be ever-ready to lend her support and strength whenever she needs it. As a friend, as a brother, and as a man.
Recently this week I've picked her up after she grew upset with a little tiff with her father.
Talked about many issues in her life that are causing her stress.
Gave her a gentle pat on the back when she was crying this week, and listened to her vent out her feelings.
Discussed and encouraged her on her future and soon-to-be-reality goals and ambitions. I also shared some of my future goals, which I'm glad that I'm actually forming, and for once feeling confident and certain enough that my dreams can and will be fulfilled. Career wise.
Let her hook me into the cosplay scene, filling my head with a few characters that I could actually pull off.
Right now she went to bed a little early, while the freezing is still in place. I'm sure she won't ache much tomorrow...
Nope. She's awake now. I can hear her upbeat chatter upstairs. Richard came over for a visit, and I just finished watching a movie called 'Fools Gold', which turned out better than I expected.
I gave just mum a shoulder rub, and am now unwinding slowly, sipping on a beer before I go to bed. Tomorrow, I have to clean up bird waste and dead things tomorrow at work. I'm the only guy at work with the patience and stomache for it. Let me share a secret: in the summertime, with the heat, gas masks don't stop the smell from getting through... Dead pigeons smell like burnt, rotten socks, bloated from the sun... >_>
I tried messaging Harding on MSN, but I guess he's not answering. Something set him off, and last weekend, well, he wasn't acting like himself.
Beyond my jealousness that Jamie hangs out with him, and the ease in which he can make her laugh and have a good time, I don't have any quarrel with him. I think he's alright, even though we've drifted apart in interests: he's still fun to talk to and hang out with.
I think he's mad at me though, since he knows how I go on and on about how much I love Jamie. He knows that I know that I could never have her, especially if Kim got hooked up with Laurie. The fact that Jamie doesn't want a relationship with anyone either doesn't help in that area at all either. But still, it's like how I'm still jealous of Shawn: even though she doesn't want him as a boyfriend, she still goes out alone with him on 'dates' and good times, and I get super jealous. I think that's possibly why he's upset.
Jamie told me that when she last went out with him, he was distant and aloof. Well, not in those words, but that's how I understand it. They went shopping for stuff for Jamies future place, and to her, he seemed upset, possibly almost angry.
Whatever made him upset, be it me, or something else, I hope he feels better. Even though we're not as close as we once were, he's still a little part of my crazy life, and it seems that his part is slightly out of place. Cheer up Shawn! ^_^
So.
Should I spend $10000 each year for two years of College, meaning a total of $20000, to be a professional Massage Therapist, with intricate knowledge and theory of ancient masseuse techniques and literature revolving around massages?
Or, should I spend a mere $3000 on a skeleton course that still gives me a ticket stating that I qualify as a professional Massage Therapist, that is ackknowledged and accepted in 90% of Alberta Massage Clinics?
O_o
I'm not stupid.
Did I mention the skeleton course is only a total of 16 Fridays, 16 Saturdays, and 5 Sundays? Lasts from August to about Christmas time, has a lot of hands on experience, a friendly course and attitude, lots of hands on homework, and is reachable by me in a half-dead truck?
Booyah, I think I'm gonna try and get in this year.
Hmmm. Jamies costume I had to order for her won't be here until the 15th-ish of next month. Plenty of time for her animethon, but still...
See, if she just ordered cosplay wigs, it would have been here on time. However, the costumes from the site are not pre-made and stored in a warehouse. They are custom manufactured per order. So, it's being made in China right now. Hence the extra week or two of delay.
I just hope to god they didn't ruin anything by making the size she ordered wonky... >_>
God, someone help me...
I just hope that whoever it is that I find in life that is special enough to replace Jamie loves me back with as much intensity as I feel every day.
When unconditional love is conditional: it's only okay when it follows the laws some dead guy wrote years and years ago. Hell, that makes me the greatest sinner of all: breaking the laws of Man. ~_~
I just want everyone to know, that even if Jamie was flesh and blood related to me, even if by law I had to call her sister, even if she was related as a 3rd generation cousin or whatever, I would willingly break any taboo in place to be with her, if she had the same feelings for me in place.
As far as I know it right now, so far she isn't legally a sister at all, just emotionally. We've known each other for years, and sadly, for much of her life, I largely ignored her. It wasn't until she grew past her 'goth' stage and emerged as the woman that she is now that I started having feelings for her. Well, it's nearly three long years now, and growing.
I feel bad because my friends, like Harding and Hale, have both long had feelings for her, before I even noticed her. They got to know more of her than I ever will know, were fortunate to share so many moments and memories that I will never hear of, and were able to see far more sides to her personality than I could ever dream of. As Harding had put it, I haven't been in this 'war' as long as he has. Our 'rivalry' continues in this regards: my friend, my luckier half.
Still, I dream that merhaps one day, she will notice me a little, just enough... Just enough to make my heart skip, and my imagination soar...
[Sigh...] Good night! ^_^
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Furniture Move
First of all, I just answered maybe the 100th freakin' phone call for Samantha. I will not pass on the message either. Hopefully those little dipshit fags who keep calling for her get the idea that we don't appreciate being her god-damned message operators anymore. Sheesh... ~_~
She isn't home! You little horny fuckers go look somewhere else!
Moving on...
Today. Oh man, what a scorcher! It's a heck of a lot better than being -40, that's for sure!
Today I had to go help Lauries' friend Craig move some furniture for my grandparents, the Richeys.
The way mum was talking, I was expecting a massive move! O_o
Instead, we got a tiny little bed, a tinier T.V. stand, and a few odds and ends. Hardest thing to move was a ladder!
It's really sad to see such a stable anchor in our lives move away. Grandma and Grandad have been there for as long as I can remember, and now, they're just packing up and away. However, I do understand that it's THEIR turn to enjoy life, and experience a few more things that are special for them.
I gave them my e-mail address and my blog link, so they can keep in touch with me. I got their e-mail as well.
They showed Craig and I pictures of their future home in the foothills, so now I can see why they're so excited. A nice new home that's even bigger than the one they currently live in.
Beyond that, I just did a little sun tanning today, rotating my flimsy body like a sausage on a frying pan. ^_^
I walked on my hands out back (nobody saw though...). I went to the store and waited in line again as new staff workers slowly fumbled out dozens of customers. And...
...And that's basically my day. Made mum an ice cream cone, watched a bit of T.V. and stuff, and that's it.
Night guys!
She isn't home! You little horny fuckers go look somewhere else!
Moving on...
Today. Oh man, what a scorcher! It's a heck of a lot better than being -40, that's for sure!
Today I had to go help Lauries' friend Craig move some furniture for my grandparents, the Richeys.
The way mum was talking, I was expecting a massive move! O_o
Instead, we got a tiny little bed, a tinier T.V. stand, and a few odds and ends. Hardest thing to move was a ladder!
It's really sad to see such a stable anchor in our lives move away. Grandma and Grandad have been there for as long as I can remember, and now, they're just packing up and away. However, I do understand that it's THEIR turn to enjoy life, and experience a few more things that are special for them.
I gave them my e-mail address and my blog link, so they can keep in touch with me. I got their e-mail as well.
They showed Craig and I pictures of their future home in the foothills, so now I can see why they're so excited. A nice new home that's even bigger than the one they currently live in.
Beyond that, I just did a little sun tanning today, rotating my flimsy body like a sausage on a frying pan. ^_^
I walked on my hands out back (nobody saw though...). I went to the store and waited in line again as new staff workers slowly fumbled out dozens of customers. And...
...And that's basically my day. Made mum an ice cream cone, watched a bit of T.V. and stuff, and that's it.
Night guys!
Friday, June 20, 2008
!!!MASSIVE!!!
Guess I haven't blogged in a while...
I've been too tired and busy to post anything. Work, and life, it's just been all so... ugh. So busy. All of my energy is spent. Trying to figure things out, to set up long-term events and motions, to even maintain my current pace. It's almost overwhelming.
I have a few days of posting to jot down here. I think I'll just back-track, and work backwards, starting with today.
Tomorrow I have plans. I have to go with my mums friend Craig to my grandmas house, and salvage some furniture. My grandparents have sold their place, and will me moving south near Calgary, in the western foothills. I'll be picking up a single bed, a coffee table, a T.V. and stand, and a few other things. Just the two of us guys will have to manage all this stuff, and bring it home, and make room for it all. Quite a task, to be honest.
Some of the furniture will be set aside for Jamie, for whenever she moves out. The bed will go into the girls' room for now, and everything else... will be crammed into our dining room.
I'm sad that my grandparents, a stable anchor in my life, are moving on. But... I'm also glad that they have some dreams left to fulfill, and this move will make them happy. Good for them, I suppose. Just a half a day of highway travel to visit them now.
I guess all of their stuff is being 'donated' to family and close friends.
Today.
Well, I took today off. It's an earned day off for Sherritt employees, so it's kind of an optional day for us contractors to come in. I usually try to take these days off. I worked a bit of overtime on Thursday, to make up for it. After a day of cleaning up and disposing of toxic bird wastes on my own, I stayed late to help pump out sand slurry from a River Well pump house at work. The only bad thing was that I had to cancel an after-work date with Jamie to go buy tacos. Meh, I wrote her a note, and we'll just go some other time. Nothing serious.
This weeks been killer hot, which is okay, but man, I'm left tired and spent after my daily shower is complete. I sit there in my towels, barely able to move. It's hard.
Today, my 'day off', I slept in. I did, and had lots of crazy dreams. A few nightmares, some sex dreams... mostly just odd tidbits of incomplete dreams though. Very weird and random.
Waking up to Tony and his girlfriend in the next room over, tickle-fighting and/or having sex. Noisy. I chatted with them through the wall, and learned they both had the whole day off, and would stay here at home together with each other. Awww.... :3
Good big brother I am for not busting them.
Today Kim also made me chop some wood for her. Lately she's been getting me to do more 'manly' chores for her, like cutting the grass, chopping wood, doing garbages and other random things. I think she likes watching men work, I really do.
Samantha is going through boyfriend issues, and me, well, her and I have a unique relationship. I'm like her older sister, since I can listen to her without judging her, I have opinions and advice, and I can talk openly with her. Sam is great, although she makes a lot of stupid decisions about her lifestyle. We got to talking about sex stuff again, and started having some important talks, when...
...Shawn and Jamie walk in from her day of appliance shopping. Sams and mine conversation was stopped dead in it's track then and there. :3
Shawn spent today with Jamie, shopping for things for her future place. Jamie just looks radiant with excitement about her future place. I think she'll do great. I know she's mature and responsible.
Shawn seemed a little upset today, so I don't know what's going on... I did know that he was upset when brother Chris came by today. For some reason, Chris hates Shawn, and Shawn, well, he doesn't like that, and seems to dislike Chris back in return. Maybe that's bugging him.
Shawn stayed for a little bit, then left for home.
I got to look at all the things she bought, then was conscripted into taking her things up to her room for her. [Sigh...] Being a man sucks... ^_^
Oh, oh, oh... I went shopping with Chris today too. He needed to go look at bikes and computer chairs. He really wanted Jamie to come, but she had plans with Shawn, so he reluctantly (reluctantly?...) went shopping with ME... Sorry Chris, I'm just a mediocre shopping partner I guess!
After wandering WalMart, we went in to Canadian Tire, then settled for Staples, the business store. He never did buy a bike, but he DID buy a new computer chair (I love it by the way) and a game. I drove him home to drop him off, and briefly talked with his dad John for a bit, before leaving to buy Laurie and me some booze-a-hol for tonight. I bought a 24 pack of beer for me and Kim, and for Laurie and me, a large bottle of Amaretto and some Coke. I'm a little disappointed in mum, 'cuz I had planned to take her out with me for a pub crawl tonight. So we could talk and stuff.
Instead, she stayed at home, and we did get some private time together.
Once Laurie went to bed, Jamie stayed up for a bit, and vented/talked with me. We discussed a lot of things: her moving out, my own goals and ambitions, hers, people in our lives, the fact that she may be a scaffolder very very soon, a whole lot of things. For the past four or five days, she's been upbeat and talkative, and even relaxed around me. I know that I had accidentally made things awkward between the two of us, but I'm glad she knows that I love her, and will continue to be her supportive friend from the side-lines. That's more than I could have ever hoped for.
Earlier today, when Chris first came over, Jamie whipped out two old photo albums of her family side, and we all reminisced about the past. I never really seen those pictures before, so I considered it a real treat that she sat beside me and showed those old photos to Chris and me. For a moment, I felt like I belonged in her family in the 'inner circle' part of it. I can't believe how blond Richard was, or how small Sam and Chris were. One phote of Chris and Jamie proved how much they used to look like twins. Wow.
I am fending off online friends right now, who want to RP. I barely have energy to blog, but I HAVE to. I have days worth of info to post down. I told them all to wait. I still have three-week-old forum RP posts to reply to.
Yesterday... Oh yeah, besides missing out on a taco date and working late, not much happened (that I can recall at this moment...).
Luckily, for the day before, I had blogged at work, on a napkin. I shall transcribe all the important stuff here for your viewing pleasure.
The day started off rough, but more or less, I had a good day. I've been really busy with life and work, so my energy reserves are naturally low from it all.
It was super sunny and warm that day, but luckily, I was working with lots of AC. See, I'm currently on a project to remove lab equipment and furnishings from a lab at Sherritt, that is being relocated for a future upgrade. We have moved a LOT of furniture, a LOT of it being massive and heavy too. But, working with the air conditioning in a positive air pressure lab all day long... Hey, it was nice. I told Jamie about it, and she got kind of jealous, her working in the hot sun all day long. She playfully ka-schmucked me on the back of the head! ^_^
After a long day of work, the two of us came home, really quickly came home, so Jamie could get her wallet. We both needed to go to our banks, so we did. Jamie did her thing, then I cashed my advance, and got my $600 rent money for next month already. Sweet!
She asked me to take her to Taco Bell, and, of course, I said alright. Again, we had some long talks about important things in our lives, people, career, goals... I noted down on my paper towel here that I am glad that she seems really happy to be able to talk with me again on such a level. I think it's great to chat with her, but a lot of the things she tells me I have to censor, so I am unable to post a lot of details except some random vaguarities that might slip into my blog. No details folks.
At home, I was commissioned to BBQ some steaks, before the storm hit. The clouds from a long, hot, scorching day had produced wonderful storm clouds in our sky, some with that grayish-green tornado tinge to them. I BBQ-d, and Harding was over, so he helped. It began to rain on us, while I cooked! O_o
I enjoyed the wicked lightning show, and we all went inside to dine, on my fabulous medium-rare steaks. Sorry mom! I know you hate pink meat!
Shawn hung out with Jamie, until she got tired, then she retreated into her computer. So Shawn came down to visit ME, which is rare. I was just playing a bit of WoW at the time, which is currently rare as well, since I've lost a lot of interest in the game. He talked for a bit and laid down in my bed, which is fine. I like company now and then too.
Later on Steph and I went to 7-11 for a few things. Well, inside the store, she asked me to buy some porn. Well, why not? Bought a harmless Playboy with our stuff, along with a sweet tattoo magazine, then went home. Well, we read it together on the couch, mum on the other one, and both of us were sorely disappointed. No real erotic stories, maybe two/three pages of clumsy nudity. Blue eyed blondes, not my style.
What else happened that day?... Oh yes, an online artist drew a few more pics for me. I am in the stages of buying a few more mangas for her, so she can create an extra pic and finish her rough sample and transform it into a wonderful coloured sketch for me. I love knowing artists!
So, kinda caught up for now. I have to call my massuese and figure out what kind of training I might need to become one. More importantly, where to take my courses.
I have a few dreams I'd like to post about. Really freaky ones, some erotic ones, but all dreams. Not tonight. I posted long enough tonight.
Night people. It's almost midnight, and the house is scorching hot. See you later! ^_^
I've been too tired and busy to post anything. Work, and life, it's just been all so... ugh. So busy. All of my energy is spent. Trying to figure things out, to set up long-term events and motions, to even maintain my current pace. It's almost overwhelming.
I have a few days of posting to jot down here. I think I'll just back-track, and work backwards, starting with today.
Tomorrow I have plans. I have to go with my mums friend Craig to my grandmas house, and salvage some furniture. My grandparents have sold their place, and will me moving south near Calgary, in the western foothills. I'll be picking up a single bed, a coffee table, a T.V. and stand, and a few other things. Just the two of us guys will have to manage all this stuff, and bring it home, and make room for it all. Quite a task, to be honest.
Some of the furniture will be set aside for Jamie, for whenever she moves out. The bed will go into the girls' room for now, and everything else... will be crammed into our dining room.
I'm sad that my grandparents, a stable anchor in my life, are moving on. But... I'm also glad that they have some dreams left to fulfill, and this move will make them happy. Good for them, I suppose. Just a half a day of highway travel to visit them now.
I guess all of their stuff is being 'donated' to family and close friends.
Today.
Well, I took today off. It's an earned day off for Sherritt employees, so it's kind of an optional day for us contractors to come in. I usually try to take these days off. I worked a bit of overtime on Thursday, to make up for it. After a day of cleaning up and disposing of toxic bird wastes on my own, I stayed late to help pump out sand slurry from a River Well pump house at work. The only bad thing was that I had to cancel an after-work date with Jamie to go buy tacos. Meh, I wrote her a note, and we'll just go some other time. Nothing serious.
This weeks been killer hot, which is okay, but man, I'm left tired and spent after my daily shower is complete. I sit there in my towels, barely able to move. It's hard.
Today, my 'day off', I slept in. I did, and had lots of crazy dreams. A few nightmares, some sex dreams... mostly just odd tidbits of incomplete dreams though. Very weird and random.
Waking up to Tony and his girlfriend in the next room over, tickle-fighting and/or having sex. Noisy. I chatted with them through the wall, and learned they both had the whole day off, and would stay here at home together with each other. Awww.... :3
Good big brother I am for not busting them.
Today Kim also made me chop some wood for her. Lately she's been getting me to do more 'manly' chores for her, like cutting the grass, chopping wood, doing garbages and other random things. I think she likes watching men work, I really do.
Samantha is going through boyfriend issues, and me, well, her and I have a unique relationship. I'm like her older sister, since I can listen to her without judging her, I have opinions and advice, and I can talk openly with her. Sam is great, although she makes a lot of stupid decisions about her lifestyle. We got to talking about sex stuff again, and started having some important talks, when...
...Shawn and Jamie walk in from her day of appliance shopping. Sams and mine conversation was stopped dead in it's track then and there. :3
Shawn spent today with Jamie, shopping for things for her future place. Jamie just looks radiant with excitement about her future place. I think she'll do great. I know she's mature and responsible.
Shawn seemed a little upset today, so I don't know what's going on... I did know that he was upset when brother Chris came by today. For some reason, Chris hates Shawn, and Shawn, well, he doesn't like that, and seems to dislike Chris back in return. Maybe that's bugging him.
Shawn stayed for a little bit, then left for home.
I got to look at all the things she bought, then was conscripted into taking her things up to her room for her. [Sigh...] Being a man sucks... ^_^
Oh, oh, oh... I went shopping with Chris today too. He needed to go look at bikes and computer chairs. He really wanted Jamie to come, but she had plans with Shawn, so he reluctantly (reluctantly?...) went shopping with ME... Sorry Chris, I'm just a mediocre shopping partner I guess!
After wandering WalMart, we went in to Canadian Tire, then settled for Staples, the business store. He never did buy a bike, but he DID buy a new computer chair (I love it by the way) and a game. I drove him home to drop him off, and briefly talked with his dad John for a bit, before leaving to buy Laurie and me some booze-a-hol for tonight. I bought a 24 pack of beer for me and Kim, and for Laurie and me, a large bottle of Amaretto and some Coke. I'm a little disappointed in mum, 'cuz I had planned to take her out with me for a pub crawl tonight. So we could talk and stuff.
Instead, she stayed at home, and we did get some private time together.
Once Laurie went to bed, Jamie stayed up for a bit, and vented/talked with me. We discussed a lot of things: her moving out, my own goals and ambitions, hers, people in our lives, the fact that she may be a scaffolder very very soon, a whole lot of things. For the past four or five days, she's been upbeat and talkative, and even relaxed around me. I know that I had accidentally made things awkward between the two of us, but I'm glad she knows that I love her, and will continue to be her supportive friend from the side-lines. That's more than I could have ever hoped for.
Earlier today, when Chris first came over, Jamie whipped out two old photo albums of her family side, and we all reminisced about the past. I never really seen those pictures before, so I considered it a real treat that she sat beside me and showed those old photos to Chris and me. For a moment, I felt like I belonged in her family in the 'inner circle' part of it. I can't believe how blond Richard was, or how small Sam and Chris were. One phote of Chris and Jamie proved how much they used to look like twins. Wow.
I am fending off online friends right now, who want to RP. I barely have energy to blog, but I HAVE to. I have days worth of info to post down. I told them all to wait. I still have three-week-old forum RP posts to reply to.
Yesterday... Oh yeah, besides missing out on a taco date and working late, not much happened (that I can recall at this moment...).
Luckily, for the day before, I had blogged at work, on a napkin. I shall transcribe all the important stuff here for your viewing pleasure.
The day started off rough, but more or less, I had a good day. I've been really busy with life and work, so my energy reserves are naturally low from it all.
It was super sunny and warm that day, but luckily, I was working with lots of AC. See, I'm currently on a project to remove lab equipment and furnishings from a lab at Sherritt, that is being relocated for a future upgrade. We have moved a LOT of furniture, a LOT of it being massive and heavy too. But, working with the air conditioning in a positive air pressure lab all day long... Hey, it was nice. I told Jamie about it, and she got kind of jealous, her working in the hot sun all day long. She playfully ka-schmucked me on the back of the head! ^_^
After a long day of work, the two of us came home, really quickly came home, so Jamie could get her wallet. We both needed to go to our banks, so we did. Jamie did her thing, then I cashed my advance, and got my $600 rent money for next month already. Sweet!
She asked me to take her to Taco Bell, and, of course, I said alright. Again, we had some long talks about important things in our lives, people, career, goals... I noted down on my paper towel here that I am glad that she seems really happy to be able to talk with me again on such a level. I think it's great to chat with her, but a lot of the things she tells me I have to censor, so I am unable to post a lot of details except some random vaguarities that might slip into my blog. No details folks.
At home, I was commissioned to BBQ some steaks, before the storm hit. The clouds from a long, hot, scorching day had produced wonderful storm clouds in our sky, some with that grayish-green tornado tinge to them. I BBQ-d, and Harding was over, so he helped. It began to rain on us, while I cooked! O_o
I enjoyed the wicked lightning show, and we all went inside to dine, on my fabulous medium-rare steaks. Sorry mom! I know you hate pink meat!
Shawn hung out with Jamie, until she got tired, then she retreated into her computer. So Shawn came down to visit ME, which is rare. I was just playing a bit of WoW at the time, which is currently rare as well, since I've lost a lot of interest in the game. He talked for a bit and laid down in my bed, which is fine. I like company now and then too.
Later on Steph and I went to 7-11 for a few things. Well, inside the store, she asked me to buy some porn. Well, why not? Bought a harmless Playboy with our stuff, along with a sweet tattoo magazine, then went home. Well, we read it together on the couch, mum on the other one, and both of us were sorely disappointed. No real erotic stories, maybe two/three pages of clumsy nudity. Blue eyed blondes, not my style.
What else happened that day?... Oh yes, an online artist drew a few more pics for me. I am in the stages of buying a few more mangas for her, so she can create an extra pic and finish her rough sample and transform it into a wonderful coloured sketch for me. I love knowing artists!
So, kinda caught up for now. I have to call my massuese and figure out what kind of training I might need to become one. More importantly, where to take my courses.
I have a few dreams I'd like to post about. Really freaky ones, some erotic ones, but all dreams. Not tonight. I posted long enough tonight.
Night people. It's almost midnight, and the house is scorching hot. See you later! ^_^
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Happy Fathers Day!
Well, Happy Fathers Day, especially to you pops.
Today Mike came up to visit, and he spent pretty much all day with me. He woke me up from the couch where I slept last night (more details later in this blog), and promptly proceeded to poke me profusely.
I dunno, we caught up on each others' family news in only about ten minutes, and then, it was a big awkward stare for a bit, both of us having trouble finding the 'little things' to talk about. I'm sure both him and I aren't too great at simple bullshitting, but later on in the day, we did okay, and even got good at it.
Showed him some drawings I recently did, my YouTube page, talked about my own career goals...
Mike and I later went out for some food, then drove to the french community across the river from Fort Saskatchewan, Lamarouex or whatever it is, and toured along all the back roads for a bit. My employer had told me that this Sunday there was some races at the race track past this community, and that he had helped sponsor a car. Dad and I went to the tracks, and the only thing racing, was street bikes. Disappointing... Especially since we would have had to pay for tickets to watch them speed around for a bit. Screw that, I got my dad to book us out of there fast, and we did some other things.
We quickly stopped at home for a minute, where Kim and Sam were having a water fight. Kim sprayed me with the hose... >_>
Mike and I went to see his good friend Judy, where we inspected her apartment, and I offered some design tips, since she had a bunch of extra mirrors booting around that needed work done to them.
Had some chats and fun for a bit, then we went out for a drink at the Maple Tree, where the veryyoung and sexy waitress gave us EXCELLENT service. My dad of course was being sleazy, and basically acting like HIMSELF. [Rolls his eyes.]
I paid for the meal/outing, and gave her an excellent $12 tip.
Back at Judy's we talked about a bunch of stuff some more, and hung out on her porch. Before we left, she gave me a very sexy mens leather jacket that she doesn't need in her life anymore. Things like brand new! Looked good on me, especially since my shoulders are wide enough for it to sit on me properly.
After a few thank yous, we loaded up some mirrors that my dad is gonna work on for her into his car, and we took off to my house. He said his goodbyes, and took off.
I am exhausted! O_o
Judy said she'll talk to a lady named Donna, who works at the massage studio my other buddy is getting info for me from. If I can get some practice and training, I don't care, I would be their evening masseuss, as long as I get the job. It is something I want to do, can do, and could tolerate doing. Thanks Judy.
Judy now has me e-mail address, so she can send me news or updates as required.
The night before...
Stephanie came down for another visit, so I let her lay on my bed, and gave her a leg/foot rub again.
She literally passed out in my hands. She fell asleep on my bed... ~_~
With no room to sneak in beside her and sleep myself, I retreated upstairs, and slept on the couch.
Well, not right away...
Jamie and I got to a lot of talking. Mostly about her cosplays and a strange dream she had. We chatted about many things like that, about other people...
Tried getting her Paypal account to work, but for some reason, we can't figure out why it's not setting up properly. I offered for her to use mine, that is, if she wanted to pay me back for making her order and purchase for her. She said sure, and so, I ordered a big order of cosplay stuff for her. Came to just over $400. Ah well, if it makes her happy, and her pride remains intact... Told her she can pay me back in smaller payments. I'm not a jerk, so I don't expect her to make one huge lump sum payment.
It's really comforting to know that she'll still have me as a friend in her busy life. It really made my day. See, she gets in these moods, where she basically gives EVERYONE the silent treatment. During those periods, it makes you feel like she's shunning you from her life. Gah, and it drives me crazy!
I'm typing away right now, sitting in my new coat, chewin' on pumpkin seeds. My broken silk plant and pottery pot lays in a garbage bag beside me, broken today by a bad cat who jumped on my computer when I was away. Stupid thing...
Can't remember what else it was I wanted to blog about, so I'll add it later, if I remember. Later!
Today Mike came up to visit, and he spent pretty much all day with me. He woke me up from the couch where I slept last night (more details later in this blog), and promptly proceeded to poke me profusely.
I dunno, we caught up on each others' family news in only about ten minutes, and then, it was a big awkward stare for a bit, both of us having trouble finding the 'little things' to talk about. I'm sure both him and I aren't too great at simple bullshitting, but later on in the day, we did okay, and even got good at it.
Showed him some drawings I recently did, my YouTube page, talked about my own career goals...
Mike and I later went out for some food, then drove to the french community across the river from Fort Saskatchewan, Lamarouex or whatever it is, and toured along all the back roads for a bit. My employer had told me that this Sunday there was some races at the race track past this community, and that he had helped sponsor a car. Dad and I went to the tracks, and the only thing racing, was street bikes. Disappointing... Especially since we would have had to pay for tickets to watch them speed around for a bit. Screw that, I got my dad to book us out of there fast, and we did some other things.
We quickly stopped at home for a minute, where Kim and Sam were having a water fight. Kim sprayed me with the hose... >_>
Mike and I went to see his good friend Judy, where we inspected her apartment, and I offered some design tips, since she had a bunch of extra mirrors booting around that needed work done to them.
Had some chats and fun for a bit, then we went out for a drink at the Maple Tree, where the veryyoung and sexy waitress gave us EXCELLENT service. My dad of course was being sleazy, and basically acting like HIMSELF. [Rolls his eyes.]
I paid for the meal/outing, and gave her an excellent $12 tip.
Back at Judy's we talked about a bunch of stuff some more, and hung out on her porch. Before we left, she gave me a very sexy mens leather jacket that she doesn't need in her life anymore. Things like brand new! Looked good on me, especially since my shoulders are wide enough for it to sit on me properly.
After a few thank yous, we loaded up some mirrors that my dad is gonna work on for her into his car, and we took off to my house. He said his goodbyes, and took off.
I am exhausted! O_o
Judy said she'll talk to a lady named Donna, who works at the massage studio my other buddy is getting info for me from. If I can get some practice and training, I don't care, I would be their evening masseuss, as long as I get the job. It is something I want to do, can do, and could tolerate doing. Thanks Judy.
Judy now has me e-mail address, so she can send me news or updates as required.
The night before...
Stephanie came down for another visit, so I let her lay on my bed, and gave her a leg/foot rub again.
She literally passed out in my hands. She fell asleep on my bed... ~_~
With no room to sneak in beside her and sleep myself, I retreated upstairs, and slept on the couch.
Well, not right away...
Jamie and I got to a lot of talking. Mostly about her cosplays and a strange dream she had. We chatted about many things like that, about other people...
Tried getting her Paypal account to work, but for some reason, we can't figure out why it's not setting up properly. I offered for her to use mine, that is, if she wanted to pay me back for making her order and purchase for her. She said sure, and so, I ordered a big order of cosplay stuff for her. Came to just over $400. Ah well, if it makes her happy, and her pride remains intact... Told her she can pay me back in smaller payments. I'm not a jerk, so I don't expect her to make one huge lump sum payment.
It's really comforting to know that she'll still have me as a friend in her busy life. It really made my day. See, she gets in these moods, where she basically gives EVERYONE the silent treatment. During those periods, it makes you feel like she's shunning you from her life. Gah, and it drives me crazy!
I'm typing away right now, sitting in my new coat, chewin' on pumpkin seeds. My broken silk plant and pottery pot lays in a garbage bag beside me, broken today by a bad cat who jumped on my computer when I was away. Stupid thing...
Can't remember what else it was I wanted to blog about, so I'll add it later, if I remember. Later!
Saturday, June 14, 2008
[Stretch] Ugh. Morning...
Ugh... Just woke up, and I'm terribly bored...
I was supposed to go to Bruderheim last night for a night of playing pool, drinking, and hanging out with a new friend from work. Unfortunately...
He has a few bad teeth, and has been going to the dentist once every two weeks since joining us. Apparently he missed yesterday, unable to go to work, because on Thursday, the day before, the dentist drilled too deeply, in one of his teeth. Now, he's in more pain, and on some kind of drug. He missed out on Friday, leaving me high and dry.
I don't know where he lives, or what pub he's going to... Or even his phone number. I also highly doubt he'd be in a state of mind to go out anyways. Bummer.
So, instead of a night of fun, I stayed at home.
The family was watching a movie called 'The Bucket List'. Well, okay, just Kim, Laurie, and Jamie were. I got bored of listening to my brothers company and him talking about Warcraft, so I came upstairs to watch the last half of the movie.
There are a few honest tear jerkers in this one.
...
It's very rare to see or hear Jamie cry, but it proves that she still has a heart. She, ahh... may have wept a little for the movie... >_>
Which is fine! Certainly doesn't make me lose any respect for her!... <_<
K, I'll shut up now... Before I get killed.
Both Shawns were over yesterday. Hale and Harding. Hale played WoW on Tonys spare computer (mums old one that Jamie used to use before she bought her own one). Harding came to visit Jamie, but also came down to visit me. Huh. So we hung out for a bit, watched some videos on YouTube and Newgrounds and stuff, I drew a very nice crayon picture of a girl lost in the woods (It's on the fridge now. I may have put it there...)... I didn't really do much.
I was kind of really worried for my sister Jamie. On Friday, when she came to work with me, she was very sick and unhappy. In addition to doing her unintentional silent treatment, she looked and acted miserable. Heart-wrenching sadness ensued, thinking it was my fault, or that she was mad at me.
When she disappeared from the site after coffee, without a note or anything, I felt terrible all day long. I thought that maybe she was feeling weirded out by having me work with her, since I know that she knows that I have feelings for her.
All day long, I tried to be brave. For the past week I've been babysitting a Sherritt labour pool guy who recently got transferred to us from the Carpenter Shop. His name is Jason, and he's an ignorant douche that just won't learn, adapt to, or accept his new situation and position. He hates it with us, and makes no effort to hide it. Babysitting him to clean up bird droppings from a suspended office in Loadout, with Jamie possibly shunning or hating me, plus the fact that I was worked terribly hard all week long, made me feel a tad bit down. Friday the Thirteenth though, so it kind of made me feel better. ^_^
I finally get home, and first thing, Jamie starts talking to me. Oh wow, if relief was tangible, I swear I was smothered in it. She said how sick she was, and how she had to come home, and she smiled and acted like everything was okay, and seemed a lot better to be honest. I guess that's why she hung out with Laurie all afternoon, and watched that movie, The Bucket List, with her.
I later learned that on Friday, Jamie had a little tiff with her mom. The details surprised me, but they revolved around Sam, and how bad of a mother Kim was, as far as I can understand the details. Oh Jamie, Jamie, Jamie... Don't burn any bridges, please. Family is here to support you, to give you a place to push your back against when things go rough. Don't fight with your mother, please...
I have an insider digging up contacts and information for me. He's gonna help me ease myself into a masseusing apprenticeship, and help me find a job where I can learn and practice at the same time. There's a number in the paper I can call too, about lining upsome academics for myself, but I also need a job where I can get paid a little while going to school. I could work at Sherritt all day, then go to school at night, but I'll be worn out if I do that. Still...
Anyways, things are in the works, so let me continue to do things at my own pace. Things slowly but surely unfold over time, and I have even longer working plans in my mind, that I won't be able to do for a while. Needless to say though, things are progressing in the right direction, and soon I'll have to jump and make a seamless break in my life, which, pre-meditated, will happen so quick and so precisely, barely anyone wil feel it. Just like all the other times before in the past. I can make life-altering changes in a heartbeat, but only after setting things up and preparing for it for a while.
My dad says he's coming up for a vsit this Sunday, on Fathers Day. Well, we'll see how things go. I'm spending a little money on myself, but I'm still maintaining a budget. I have to save up for something right now.
I just re-ordered that anime I was 'sposed to get, instead of the live-action version of it. I went to the site, and made damn sure it said 'Anime' beside it. I'll have to wait 4-12 days again for it to arrive, but it's a lot cheaper than the movie I just bought from them the last time.
Later.
I was supposed to go to Bruderheim last night for a night of playing pool, drinking, and hanging out with a new friend from work. Unfortunately...
He has a few bad teeth, and has been going to the dentist once every two weeks since joining us. Apparently he missed yesterday, unable to go to work, because on Thursday, the day before, the dentist drilled too deeply, in one of his teeth. Now, he's in more pain, and on some kind of drug. He missed out on Friday, leaving me high and dry.
I don't know where he lives, or what pub he's going to... Or even his phone number. I also highly doubt he'd be in a state of mind to go out anyways. Bummer.
So, instead of a night of fun, I stayed at home.
The family was watching a movie called 'The Bucket List'. Well, okay, just Kim, Laurie, and Jamie were. I got bored of listening to my brothers company and him talking about Warcraft, so I came upstairs to watch the last half of the movie.
There are a few honest tear jerkers in this one.
...
It's very rare to see or hear Jamie cry, but it proves that she still has a heart. She, ahh... may have wept a little for the movie... >_>
Which is fine! Certainly doesn't make me lose any respect for her!... <_<
K, I'll shut up now... Before I get killed.
Both Shawns were over yesterday. Hale and Harding. Hale played WoW on Tonys spare computer (mums old one that Jamie used to use before she bought her own one). Harding came to visit Jamie, but also came down to visit me. Huh. So we hung out for a bit, watched some videos on YouTube and Newgrounds and stuff, I drew a very nice crayon picture of a girl lost in the woods (It's on the fridge now. I may have put it there...)... I didn't really do much.
I was kind of really worried for my sister Jamie. On Friday, when she came to work with me, she was very sick and unhappy. In addition to doing her unintentional silent treatment, she looked and acted miserable. Heart-wrenching sadness ensued, thinking it was my fault, or that she was mad at me.
When she disappeared from the site after coffee, without a note or anything, I felt terrible all day long. I thought that maybe she was feeling weirded out by having me work with her, since I know that she knows that I have feelings for her.
All day long, I tried to be brave. For the past week I've been babysitting a Sherritt labour pool guy who recently got transferred to us from the Carpenter Shop. His name is Jason, and he's an ignorant douche that just won't learn, adapt to, or accept his new situation and position. He hates it with us, and makes no effort to hide it. Babysitting him to clean up bird droppings from a suspended office in Loadout, with Jamie possibly shunning or hating me, plus the fact that I was worked terribly hard all week long, made me feel a tad bit down. Friday the Thirteenth though, so it kind of made me feel better. ^_^
I finally get home, and first thing, Jamie starts talking to me. Oh wow, if relief was tangible, I swear I was smothered in it. She said how sick she was, and how she had to come home, and she smiled and acted like everything was okay, and seemed a lot better to be honest. I guess that's why she hung out with Laurie all afternoon, and watched that movie, The Bucket List, with her.
I later learned that on Friday, Jamie had a little tiff with her mom. The details surprised me, but they revolved around Sam, and how bad of a mother Kim was, as far as I can understand the details. Oh Jamie, Jamie, Jamie... Don't burn any bridges, please. Family is here to support you, to give you a place to push your back against when things go rough. Don't fight with your mother, please...
I have an insider digging up contacts and information for me. He's gonna help me ease myself into a masseusing apprenticeship, and help me find a job where I can learn and practice at the same time. There's a number in the paper I can call too, about lining upsome academics for myself, but I also need a job where I can get paid a little while going to school. I could work at Sherritt all day, then go to school at night, but I'll be worn out if I do that. Still...
Anyways, things are in the works, so let me continue to do things at my own pace. Things slowly but surely unfold over time, and I have even longer working plans in my mind, that I won't be able to do for a while. Needless to say though, things are progressing in the right direction, and soon I'll have to jump and make a seamless break in my life, which, pre-meditated, will happen so quick and so precisely, barely anyone wil feel it. Just like all the other times before in the past. I can make life-altering changes in a heartbeat, but only after setting things up and preparing for it for a while.
My dad says he's coming up for a vsit this Sunday, on Fathers Day. Well, we'll see how things go. I'm spending a little money on myself, but I'm still maintaining a budget. I have to save up for something right now.
I just re-ordered that anime I was 'sposed to get, instead of the live-action version of it. I went to the site, and made damn sure it said 'Anime' beside it. I'll have to wait 4-12 days again for it to arrive, but it's a lot cheaper than the movie I just bought from them the last time.
Later.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
HORRIBLY disappointed!!! ~_~
The anime I ordered directly from Japan...
Isn't the anime I ordered.
I got this live-version of the anime that I wanted instead. Gah!!!
Same friggin' thing, same characters and story, just... in live action!
It's 'sposed to be the ANIME that I ordered! Wahhh!!! O_o
Isn't the anime I ordered.
I got this live-version of the anime that I wanted instead. Gah!!!
Same friggin' thing, same characters and story, just... in live action!
It's 'sposed to be the ANIME that I ordered! Wahhh!!! O_o
Sunday, June 8, 2008
I Bought Crayons!
Sunday. Uneventful weekend.
Today I kidnapped Stephanie, and we went to Wal-Mart, where I promptly blew 200 bucks on STUFF.
New massage oil, that TINGLES... (Can't wait to use it on someone...) ^_^
New underwear, wife beaters, and some new shirts for a style that I'm gonna go for.
New razor for Steph.
Food and junk.
Inner tubes... (For her bike, nothing like THAT!) ~_~
Running shoes, so I can run on weekends.
A sketch pad and crayons.
Batteries... (For a certain someones naughtyness...) ... (Not mine...)
Cat treats.
And some other minor things.
The highlight of my purchases, however, is this. Red pepper infused chocolate. It is as crazy as it sounds. You barely taste the pepper, but the chocolate does have a little extra something in it, a bit of pizazz that normal chocolate lacks. Weird stuff, but worth trying out.
Watched a movie today: Strange Wilderness. A comedy about people salvaging a failing wildlife show.
Funny, but overall... Meh.
Got my camera back from Shawn. Jeez, everyone and their dog borrows the thing!
I saved his files to my computer, just in case he deletes it on his computer at home. They're kind of important videos: his sister/cousin/I'm not really sure, just recently got married, so he took shitloads of footage. You don't want to lose stuff like this, so I made a special folder for just that on my hard drive for him.
I deleted everything off of my camera, so it's empty again. Thing had lots of room left, but just to be sure, I made room again. ^_^
Richard came by yesterday, asking me to come over for today to his place and maybe have some dinner with them. Well, Sunday is usually Jamies' day to spend time with her dad. I like Chris, John, and Richard and all that, it's just, well... I'm not really sure she appreciates me 'tagging along' to places with her all the time. I see her at work, at home, I have to drive her places... We share a lot of friends and family... Shouldn't she have HER private time, away from people like me? So, I told Richard that when today comes, if it was alright for me to come over with her, to give me a shout. I haven't heard anything yet, so I'm assuming it's a good thing I didn't go.
Haven't heard from John in a while though... Hope he's doing well, especially since he can't drink Rye or Whiskey any more.
My piercing is coming along fine. It was aching for a few days, after the swelling went down. I can slide the ring back and forth when I'm showering, so that's good I think. Means it hasn't fused into my flesh yet. Steph tells me I'm not 'sposed to move it for a while yet, until the insides all heal up and over some more. Guess I should listen... >_>
I don't wanna work tomorrow!!! >_<
Today I kidnapped Stephanie, and we went to Wal-Mart, where I promptly blew 200 bucks on STUFF.
New massage oil, that TINGLES... (Can't wait to use it on someone...) ^_^
New underwear, wife beaters, and some new shirts for a style that I'm gonna go for.
New razor for Steph.
Food and junk.
Inner tubes... (For her bike, nothing like THAT!) ~_~
Running shoes, so I can run on weekends.
A sketch pad and crayons.
Batteries... (For a certain someones naughtyness...) ... (Not mine...)
Cat treats.
And some other minor things.
The highlight of my purchases, however, is this. Red pepper infused chocolate. It is as crazy as it sounds. You barely taste the pepper, but the chocolate does have a little extra something in it, a bit of pizazz that normal chocolate lacks. Weird stuff, but worth trying out.
Watched a movie today: Strange Wilderness. A comedy about people salvaging a failing wildlife show.
Funny, but overall... Meh.
Got my camera back from Shawn. Jeez, everyone and their dog borrows the thing!
I saved his files to my computer, just in case he deletes it on his computer at home. They're kind of important videos: his sister/cousin/I'm not really sure, just recently got married, so he took shitloads of footage. You don't want to lose stuff like this, so I made a special folder for just that on my hard drive for him.
I deleted everything off of my camera, so it's empty again. Thing had lots of room left, but just to be sure, I made room again. ^_^
Richard came by yesterday, asking me to come over for today to his place and maybe have some dinner with them. Well, Sunday is usually Jamies' day to spend time with her dad. I like Chris, John, and Richard and all that, it's just, well... I'm not really sure she appreciates me 'tagging along' to places with her all the time. I see her at work, at home, I have to drive her places... We share a lot of friends and family... Shouldn't she have HER private time, away from people like me? So, I told Richard that when today comes, if it was alright for me to come over with her, to give me a shout. I haven't heard anything yet, so I'm assuming it's a good thing I didn't go.
Haven't heard from John in a while though... Hope he's doing well, especially since he can't drink Rye or Whiskey any more.
My piercing is coming along fine. It was aching for a few days, after the swelling went down. I can slide the ring back and forth when I'm showering, so that's good I think. Means it hasn't fused into my flesh yet. Steph tells me I'm not 'sposed to move it for a while yet, until the insides all heal up and over some more. Guess I should listen... >_>
I don't wanna work tomorrow!!! >_<
Friday, June 6, 2008
!!! n_n
Jamie cut her hair! Squeeee!!!
I'm glad that she's been nice and friendly again the past few days to me. It's weird, it comes and goes. She'll go for weeks at a time where she'll ignore me, then all of a sudden, smother me and everyone else in Jamie-power!
Anyways, since Jamie is going to some wedding with Harding, she wanted to look nice. She asked me to take her to her salon, so I did, dropped her off, and did my thing for a bit.
I come back, and... Blam!
She runs out, beaming, looking very feminine and happy. The sucker she stole, that's right, STOLE, made her look like a young teen. Damn...
---
Talking to my dad again. There's no hard feelings between us. I just managed to upset him and trigger a big depression faze for him. His other sons won't call or talk to him. Me, while I do retain contact, don't enjoy phone calls or long conversations. I find it hard to just bullshit and talk about my life. That's why I blog, to get all my pertinant details out in the open.
I wish my dad Mike would stop feeling like he let us down. The past is gone, and we all need to move forward. It's okay, that things didn't turn out 100% perfect. Imagine if things did though. Would I have turned out the way I did? Would I even appreciate a 100% perfect life? A few hardships and disappointments in the past were necessary to let us all appreciate what little we have, because what little we have is more than enough in quality.
I want my dad to find a way to become happy. I want him to forgive himself, and find a life for himself. He should not live with regret, since regret does little to fix the past. Instead, it only drags it out. It's like dragging a dead cat around long after it died, just because you miss it. My dad has a wonderful woman, a home with space to do his thing, opportunities to enjoy his years with people that love him. He has at least one of his sons who, despite being a 26 year old man, manages time to include his pops in on it. 2 great dogs, a lot of memories, and room to make lots more. Just because I'm not with him doesn't mean that his life is over or put on pause. Mike MUST do some soul searching and figure out what it is that he can do that will make him happy again.
See, I love my dad. I hate it when he's sad, and mourns over the past. I certainly got over it, and am too busy struggling with the NOW to worry about those long lost days. He did what he could, considering the circumstances at the time, and everyone turned out fine in the end.
I want to hear about what he's doing to make himself happy, or improve his life. I want to hear him about his plans for trips, or for improving the house, or how he enjoys walking his dogs, and the funny things they do. I never get to hear how Maryannes kids are doing, or if his business is doing well, or if they plan on taking a course or something together. All I hear is 'I miss you, I regret the past, and I'm sad'. Please, PLEASE, work together and figure out how to make yourself happy. Take a Tai-Chi course together, buy a bicycle, go help out at a church banquet or something, and meet people. Find something to do in your life to at least give you a tiny shred of happiness, so you can tell me that things are gonna be okay with you. After a lifetime of suffering, don't you deserve to get a little bit back?
---
At work yesterday, I thought of something. What if I do become a massuese? I considered also being a Reserve for the Armed Forces on top of that.
It'd be perfect! I could do my indoor job, and get called away on weekends for training. Massage Therapists have long bookings with people, and being pulled away for a job with the Forces would be easy, since a booking could always be delayed and post-poned.
That way I wouldn't be limited to just one thing, I'd have my variety, and wouldn't feel trapepd like I would if I was a full-time Armed Forces kind of guy.
---
Today Shawn Harding and Jamie are going to a wedding. Shawns cousin or whatever is getting married, so the two of them were invited to go.
Shawn is dressed sharply in a tailored black suit, and Jamie is smoking in a suit of herself, that has a white blouse and dark pants, and strap shoes. Sexy!
The two of them just left a short while ago. I let Shawn borrow my camcorder. So far Steph, Sam, and now Shawn has borrowed it many times. Good thing I bought one.
---
What am I doing today? Well, once I get my camera back, I'm 'sposed to make a nude photo of myself for Caitlyn, since she sent me one of herself. I like my piercing and short hair right now. Looks 'right' on me.
---
So, yeah...
I've been meaning to explain to Jamie about my feelings for her. I know I don't have a chance, especially since my situation is so weird, but I do want to clarify some things.
I above all else, want to let her know that even though I am hopelessly stuck on her, that we can get along together, without feeling weird. I'd love to still be her friend and be allowed to be her big brother. I definately don't want her to feel uncomfortable around me. It's not like I am aggressively pursuing my attraction or anything.
Who knows? In a few years, when she's hooked up with someone, we can look back and laugh at this time in my life. That's what I want. Jamie is a super dude, and I want to be involved with her life like I am right now, as a good close friend.
The only trouble is, that right now in my life, I can't get her out of my mind! Gahh!!! ^_^
I love you Jamie, as a brother, close friend, and a whole lot more. Let me continue to be so, and I'll continue to encourage you to be the best that you can be: yourself.
Anyways, enough posting for now. I gots laundry to do!
I'm glad that she's been nice and friendly again the past few days to me. It's weird, it comes and goes. She'll go for weeks at a time where she'll ignore me, then all of a sudden, smother me and everyone else in Jamie-power!
Anyways, since Jamie is going to some wedding with Harding, she wanted to look nice. She asked me to take her to her salon, so I did, dropped her off, and did my thing for a bit.
I come back, and... Blam!
She runs out, beaming, looking very feminine and happy. The sucker she stole, that's right, STOLE, made her look like a young teen. Damn...
---
Talking to my dad again. There's no hard feelings between us. I just managed to upset him and trigger a big depression faze for him. His other sons won't call or talk to him. Me, while I do retain contact, don't enjoy phone calls or long conversations. I find it hard to just bullshit and talk about my life. That's why I blog, to get all my pertinant details out in the open.
I wish my dad Mike would stop feeling like he let us down. The past is gone, and we all need to move forward. It's okay, that things didn't turn out 100% perfect. Imagine if things did though. Would I have turned out the way I did? Would I even appreciate a 100% perfect life? A few hardships and disappointments in the past were necessary to let us all appreciate what little we have, because what little we have is more than enough in quality.
I want my dad to find a way to become happy. I want him to forgive himself, and find a life for himself. He should not live with regret, since regret does little to fix the past. Instead, it only drags it out. It's like dragging a dead cat around long after it died, just because you miss it. My dad has a wonderful woman, a home with space to do his thing, opportunities to enjoy his years with people that love him. He has at least one of his sons who, despite being a 26 year old man, manages time to include his pops in on it. 2 great dogs, a lot of memories, and room to make lots more. Just because I'm not with him doesn't mean that his life is over or put on pause. Mike MUST do some soul searching and figure out what it is that he can do that will make him happy again.
See, I love my dad. I hate it when he's sad, and mourns over the past. I certainly got over it, and am too busy struggling with the NOW to worry about those long lost days. He did what he could, considering the circumstances at the time, and everyone turned out fine in the end.
I want to hear about what he's doing to make himself happy, or improve his life. I want to hear him about his plans for trips, or for improving the house, or how he enjoys walking his dogs, and the funny things they do. I never get to hear how Maryannes kids are doing, or if his business is doing well, or if they plan on taking a course or something together. All I hear is 'I miss you, I regret the past, and I'm sad'. Please, PLEASE, work together and figure out how to make yourself happy. Take a Tai-Chi course together, buy a bicycle, go help out at a church banquet or something, and meet people. Find something to do in your life to at least give you a tiny shred of happiness, so you can tell me that things are gonna be okay with you. After a lifetime of suffering, don't you deserve to get a little bit back?
---
At work yesterday, I thought of something. What if I do become a massuese? I considered also being a Reserve for the Armed Forces on top of that.
It'd be perfect! I could do my indoor job, and get called away on weekends for training. Massage Therapists have long bookings with people, and being pulled away for a job with the Forces would be easy, since a booking could always be delayed and post-poned.
That way I wouldn't be limited to just one thing, I'd have my variety, and wouldn't feel trapepd like I would if I was a full-time Armed Forces kind of guy.
---
Today Shawn Harding and Jamie are going to a wedding. Shawns cousin or whatever is getting married, so the two of them were invited to go.
Shawn is dressed sharply in a tailored black suit, and Jamie is smoking in a suit of herself, that has a white blouse and dark pants, and strap shoes. Sexy!
The two of them just left a short while ago. I let Shawn borrow my camcorder. So far Steph, Sam, and now Shawn has borrowed it many times. Good thing I bought one.
---
What am I doing today? Well, once I get my camera back, I'm 'sposed to make a nude photo of myself for Caitlyn, since she sent me one of herself. I like my piercing and short hair right now. Looks 'right' on me.
---
So, yeah...
I've been meaning to explain to Jamie about my feelings for her. I know I don't have a chance, especially since my situation is so weird, but I do want to clarify some things.
I above all else, want to let her know that even though I am hopelessly stuck on her, that we can get along together, without feeling weird. I'd love to still be her friend and be allowed to be her big brother. I definately don't want her to feel uncomfortable around me. It's not like I am aggressively pursuing my attraction or anything.
Who knows? In a few years, when she's hooked up with someone, we can look back and laugh at this time in my life. That's what I want. Jamie is a super dude, and I want to be involved with her life like I am right now, as a good close friend.
The only trouble is, that right now in my life, I can't get her out of my mind! Gahh!!! ^_^
I love you Jamie, as a brother, close friend, and a whole lot more. Let me continue to be so, and I'll continue to encourage you to be the best that you can be: yourself.
Anyways, enough posting for now. I gots laundry to do!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Piercing! I got pierced!!! O_o
I got my first piercing ever!!!
Today, at 4:15, right after work (only had time to put on clean socks and a dry shirt), I went to a local guy here in Fort Saskatchewan. The studio is called 'Joe Laser', an independant and private business, run by a male nurse.
Oh my god, he is HOT!... O_o Glasses, buff, tribal tattoo on his left arm...
Made my momma take me, and so I went.
The studio is located in this guys basement. Went to knock on his front door, but got re-directed by his nanny/friend/wife to go around back. 'Just go inside the back garage door, and take the stairs down.'
Well, the garage had a basement staircase, connecting into the house. Sweet deal.
Inside, had to wait for a little bit. Joe was really nice. He helped me select a few styles and sizes, and then I figured out what I wanted. He told me to lie down...
Well, first, after drawing on my areola where the needle would go in and out of, he put this mean little pliers/clamp thingy on it, squeezing me together hard. The clamp hurt a lot on it's own, and by then, I was quite nervous about the actual needle part. Thing was huge! O_o
It took him an agonizing 2 and a half seconds, which felt like a lifetime, to fish the damn thing through me. Since guy nipples are so tiny (mine included) the piercing has to/should go through the fleshy part of your areola.
I came close to wussing out. Mum was watching me the whole time. However, I took my deep breaths, did my quiet body shudder thing, and got through it.
After the piercing, he looked at it, and said that if I still wanted the smaller ring, since the piercing went better than we hoped, we could down-size to a smaller ring. I said sure, let's do it up.
He had to simultaneously pull the old ring first, keep the piercing open, and put the new one through. To do so, he joined both ends of the two different rings together with a cathodoma, a cathometado, a thingy used by surgeons to balloon open closed arteries. So, as he pulled the open ends of one ring out, the link (catho-thingy) went into me, and he pulled that through, which was shortly followed by the other open ring. That part hurt a lot too.
Joe said he was surprised, since the last few guys he did a nipple piercing to actually wept a little bit from the intensity of it. Hell, even I came close... >_>
The total came to 70 bucks. I tipped him a 10 (paid him 80 in all), then we said our goodbyes (for now) and left. Found out he knows my step-sister Michelle, and also my mums good friend Craig. So that's cool.
Now, I have a 1/2 inch, 14 gauge surgical stainless steel ball ring through my left areola. It's a good size, thanks to a bit of extra pain and work, and I'm so happy now that I FINALLY went through with this. I've wanted it for so long...
Got home, first thing I did, I took a shower. Wash all that grime and shit from work off of me.
Jamie told me at the lunchroom today some plans that she has for herself. That's cool. I know that when she goes through with it, she'll be happy and well-off. Whatever she does with her life, I hope she doesn't forget about us, and maybe even invites people like me to spend time with her now and then. She is sooo reclusive... ~_~
Later for now. Updates later!
Today, at 4:15, right after work (only had time to put on clean socks and a dry shirt), I went to a local guy here in Fort Saskatchewan. The studio is called 'Joe Laser', an independant and private business, run by a male nurse.
Oh my god, he is HOT!... O_o Glasses, buff, tribal tattoo on his left arm...
Made my momma take me, and so I went.
The studio is located in this guys basement. Went to knock on his front door, but got re-directed by his nanny/friend/wife to go around back. 'Just go inside the back garage door, and take the stairs down.'
Well, the garage had a basement staircase, connecting into the house. Sweet deal.
Inside, had to wait for a little bit. Joe was really nice. He helped me select a few styles and sizes, and then I figured out what I wanted. He told me to lie down...
Well, first, after drawing on my areola where the needle would go in and out of, he put this mean little pliers/clamp thingy on it, squeezing me together hard. The clamp hurt a lot on it's own, and by then, I was quite nervous about the actual needle part. Thing was huge! O_o
It took him an agonizing 2 and a half seconds, which felt like a lifetime, to fish the damn thing through me. Since guy nipples are so tiny (mine included) the piercing has to/should go through the fleshy part of your areola.
I came close to wussing out. Mum was watching me the whole time. However, I took my deep breaths, did my quiet body shudder thing, and got through it.
After the piercing, he looked at it, and said that if I still wanted the smaller ring, since the piercing went better than we hoped, we could down-size to a smaller ring. I said sure, let's do it up.
He had to simultaneously pull the old ring first, keep the piercing open, and put the new one through. To do so, he joined both ends of the two different rings together with a cathodoma, a cathometado, a thingy used by surgeons to balloon open closed arteries. So, as he pulled the open ends of one ring out, the link (catho-thingy) went into me, and he pulled that through, which was shortly followed by the other open ring. That part hurt a lot too.
Joe said he was surprised, since the last few guys he did a nipple piercing to actually wept a little bit from the intensity of it. Hell, even I came close... >_>
The total came to 70 bucks. I tipped him a 10 (paid him 80 in all), then we said our goodbyes (for now) and left. Found out he knows my step-sister Michelle, and also my mums good friend Craig. So that's cool.
Now, I have a 1/2 inch, 14 gauge surgical stainless steel ball ring through my left areola. It's a good size, thanks to a bit of extra pain and work, and I'm so happy now that I FINALLY went through with this. I've wanted it for so long...
Got home, first thing I did, I took a shower. Wash all that grime and shit from work off of me.
Jamie told me at the lunchroom today some plans that she has for herself. That's cool. I know that when she goes through with it, she'll be happy and well-off. Whatever she does with her life, I hope she doesn't forget about us, and maybe even invites people like me to spend time with her now and then. She is sooo reclusive... ~_~
Later for now. Updates later!
Monday, June 2, 2008
Piercing! Tomorrow!
FINALLY got mum to call and make that appointment. Tomorrow, after work, I finally get to go get a piercing.
Location: left nipple.
With what: single loop ring.
How much?: Under $100, details pending.
I can't wait. Since I've been working out the past week or two, I've seen a little growth so far, and won't be ashamed to have something that cool on my scrawny chest.
Samantha warns me that she intends to rip it off of me if she ever sees it exposed. Well, that wouldn't be nice, would it?... O_o
I'm glad I bought my excercise shit. I bought that Perfect Push-up device, and it really is a brutal device. Even though it tears up your shoulders and arms, it really works. Plus, it makes push-ups, PUSH-UPS, almost FUN. Freaky, I know...
For years I've considered a possible life and career as a member of the Armed Forces. Well, since I do labour at work, and it could be a possible goal for me to work for, plus it makes me feel better about myself, I'm gonna try to meet the minimum physical requirements to join.
I suck right now. I have incredibly over-developed shoulder and upper back muscles, but very undeveloped arm, leg, and tummy muscles. I have trouble breathing when I lift heavy objects, or apply my cardio system hard, such as in running. Chin-ups, hand-stands, any excercise involving lifting dead weight and such, I can do too easily. It's everywhere else that I lack.
I know I can't just immediately go hard-core and attempt to develop everything at once. Instead, how my mentality and body works, I have to start doing minimal reps on just a few areas at first. I have to warm up my body, and get it used to growing again. You can't just blast your un-used body hard-core, and expect it to grow. It won't know what to do. Then you try and force it to grow with more excercise, and then it shuts down, and says nuh-uh on you. Develop it slowly, but steadily. I'm doing only 10-20 push-ups every half an hour or so. It puts just enough strain on my body for it to recognize the need to grow, and the rest period in-between lets me get ready for the next set. So far I'm doing great, and even have enough energy for stretches and a few extras at the end.
Haven't heard from my dad since I got an upset e-mail from Maryanne. I know I hurt him with my post a few entries ago, and I am sorry about it.
I want my dad in my life. It's just uncomfortable at times. He really feels bad about not being able to 'be there' back when I was a kid. I grew up, pretty much on my own. I got to see my dad every summer as a kid, and even though we had little contact, we have a lot of personality similarities and things in common between us. He tried to be there all the time, and I knew he was there. He was just 'over THERE', and 'not HERE' for me. Which is fine. I have lots of room to love him, and live life my way, and I get to visit now and then.
My dad has, or had, a dream, where father and son could live/work together. It's a good dream. I've been more or less on my own for so long, however, that I've just gotten used to not having him there 'in my face'-style involved with my life. I just don't really have any inherant need or longing to have a parent living or working with me for the rest of my life. MY dream is to be able to set-up a home for my parents, so that they could be 'accessable', but not necessarily at my doorstep every day. I'd like to be able to drive down and make mum cook me breakfast, or steal a tool or three off dad. Living with them, working with them, I'm sorry, I just don't share that dream.
I want my acreage, with a place, just for me. I want mum and dad to have their own house each, on a corner or other piece of nearby land. We could all kind of band together, and have this 'region' where our families kind of were in charge.
-
So, I don't know exactly how bad I hurt my pops, since he hasn't e-mailed me, messaged me, or anything since that upsetting post. I'm still hoping to go to B.C. this summer with him and Maryanne, and I'm not cancelling that time off, regardless of what happens.
But, if I hurt him THAT bad, and he doesn't want to talk to me for a long time... Well, then there's little I can do. Apologies remain, and I am still truly sorry. I love ya pops, and I always will. I'm just a big boy now, 26 goin' on 27, and I can't always be the good son for everyone. Okay? I love ya. Really, I do.
---
Today at work, I did a bunch of plant clean-up, gathering pallets, steel drums, and big industrial bags of heavy, wet insulation, and dealt with them as required. Afterwards, I had to run an office move, and do a lot of crazy lift-runs. Moving loaded, steel file cabinets up flights of stairs, even with a fridge mover, is NOT fun... >_>
I can now walk on my hands again, and I practice at home and at work. I can only walk backwards though, and only for five or six steps, then that's it. I lose balance, and have to come down.
Oh, also at work, heh heh... >_<
There's this lazy son-of-a-bitch fat kid that's employed BY Sherritt, but he helps us out on our labour crew.
He's named Devon, and he is the most slack-a-dasial guy ever. What's worse is, he'll try to steal the spot light on our group accomplishments. Friggin' 19-20 years old, and he's paying a mortgage on his own house. His OWN house! ~_~
Get paid for doing less work, and the less work you do, the more you get paid. Sherritt mentality for ya.
Anyways, Larry, the old fart big-shot at work who temporarily took away my driving privildges, swapped him around. Now, we have a hard working guy from the Carpenter Shop to help us out, and that fat lazy fucker is off to go help the hard working carpenters. Heh heh heh... >_<
The new guy on our crew is a union boy, same age, 19ish, and both he and Devon are FURIOUS at the swap. Oh well! O_o
Well, looks like I'm in a better mood today at least. Some shit happened this weekend, but it looks like it's straightening out, for now.
Got muh paycheck, and right now, debt free, I'm at $2600 something bucks in my bank account, credit card is payed off, and rent is payed for. No habits, no outstanding bills or anything... Next paycheck will bump me up even higher, so, I'm kinda glad. I'm done making purchases now. Maybe a manga or three for one of my artists who draws requested pictures for me, but that's it. If I take the $2000 that's saved up in my RSPC, ball it up with this money or something, I could possible have enough in a while to put a down payment on a small home or something. If I get a career with the forces, I could also, if I survive it all, end up in the end with a government funded RSPC. Meaning one day I might be able to retire, have a home, and had a decent life. Maybe.
Dinner is cooking. Kims sister/whatever is here. Shiela is it?... So, I shall take my leave and go partake in sustenance. Laterz.
Location: left nipple.
With what: single loop ring.
How much?: Under $100, details pending.
I can't wait. Since I've been working out the past week or two, I've seen a little growth so far, and won't be ashamed to have something that cool on my scrawny chest.
Samantha warns me that she intends to rip it off of me if she ever sees it exposed. Well, that wouldn't be nice, would it?... O_o
I'm glad I bought my excercise shit. I bought that Perfect Push-up device, and it really is a brutal device. Even though it tears up your shoulders and arms, it really works. Plus, it makes push-ups, PUSH-UPS, almost FUN. Freaky, I know...
For years I've considered a possible life and career as a member of the Armed Forces. Well, since I do labour at work, and it could be a possible goal for me to work for, plus it makes me feel better about myself, I'm gonna try to meet the minimum physical requirements to join.
I suck right now. I have incredibly over-developed shoulder and upper back muscles, but very undeveloped arm, leg, and tummy muscles. I have trouble breathing when I lift heavy objects, or apply my cardio system hard, such as in running. Chin-ups, hand-stands, any excercise involving lifting dead weight and such, I can do too easily. It's everywhere else that I lack.
I know I can't just immediately go hard-core and attempt to develop everything at once. Instead, how my mentality and body works, I have to start doing minimal reps on just a few areas at first. I have to warm up my body, and get it used to growing again. You can't just blast your un-used body hard-core, and expect it to grow. It won't know what to do. Then you try and force it to grow with more excercise, and then it shuts down, and says nuh-uh on you. Develop it slowly, but steadily. I'm doing only 10-20 push-ups every half an hour or so. It puts just enough strain on my body for it to recognize the need to grow, and the rest period in-between lets me get ready for the next set. So far I'm doing great, and even have enough energy for stretches and a few extras at the end.
Haven't heard from my dad since I got an upset e-mail from Maryanne. I know I hurt him with my post a few entries ago, and I am sorry about it.
I want my dad in my life. It's just uncomfortable at times. He really feels bad about not being able to 'be there' back when I was a kid. I grew up, pretty much on my own. I got to see my dad every summer as a kid, and even though we had little contact, we have a lot of personality similarities and things in common between us. He tried to be there all the time, and I knew he was there. He was just 'over THERE', and 'not HERE' for me. Which is fine. I have lots of room to love him, and live life my way, and I get to visit now and then.
My dad has, or had, a dream, where father and son could live/work together. It's a good dream. I've been more or less on my own for so long, however, that I've just gotten used to not having him there 'in my face'-style involved with my life. I just don't really have any inherant need or longing to have a parent living or working with me for the rest of my life. MY dream is to be able to set-up a home for my parents, so that they could be 'accessable', but not necessarily at my doorstep every day. I'd like to be able to drive down and make mum cook me breakfast, or steal a tool or three off dad. Living with them, working with them, I'm sorry, I just don't share that dream.
I want my acreage, with a place, just for me. I want mum and dad to have their own house each, on a corner or other piece of nearby land. We could all kind of band together, and have this 'region' where our families kind of were in charge.
-
So, I don't know exactly how bad I hurt my pops, since he hasn't e-mailed me, messaged me, or anything since that upsetting post. I'm still hoping to go to B.C. this summer with him and Maryanne, and I'm not cancelling that time off, regardless of what happens.
But, if I hurt him THAT bad, and he doesn't want to talk to me for a long time... Well, then there's little I can do. Apologies remain, and I am still truly sorry. I love ya pops, and I always will. I'm just a big boy now, 26 goin' on 27, and I can't always be the good son for everyone. Okay? I love ya. Really, I do.
---
Today at work, I did a bunch of plant clean-up, gathering pallets, steel drums, and big industrial bags of heavy, wet insulation, and dealt with them as required. Afterwards, I had to run an office move, and do a lot of crazy lift-runs. Moving loaded, steel file cabinets up flights of stairs, even with a fridge mover, is NOT fun... >_>
I can now walk on my hands again, and I practice at home and at work. I can only walk backwards though, and only for five or six steps, then that's it. I lose balance, and have to come down.
Oh, also at work, heh heh... >_<
There's this lazy son-of-a-bitch fat kid that's employed BY Sherritt, but he helps us out on our labour crew.
He's named Devon, and he is the most slack-a-dasial guy ever. What's worse is, he'll try to steal the spot light on our group accomplishments. Friggin' 19-20 years old, and he's paying a mortgage on his own house. His OWN house! ~_~
Get paid for doing less work, and the less work you do, the more you get paid. Sherritt mentality for ya.
Anyways, Larry, the old fart big-shot at work who temporarily took away my driving privildges, swapped him around. Now, we have a hard working guy from the Carpenter Shop to help us out, and that fat lazy fucker is off to go help the hard working carpenters. Heh heh heh... >_<
The new guy on our crew is a union boy, same age, 19ish, and both he and Devon are FURIOUS at the swap. Oh well! O_o
Well, looks like I'm in a better mood today at least. Some shit happened this weekend, but it looks like it's straightening out, for now.
Got muh paycheck, and right now, debt free, I'm at $2600 something bucks in my bank account, credit card is payed off, and rent is payed for. No habits, no outstanding bills or anything... Next paycheck will bump me up even higher, so, I'm kinda glad. I'm done making purchases now. Maybe a manga or three for one of my artists who draws requested pictures for me, but that's it. If I take the $2000 that's saved up in my RSPC, ball it up with this money or something, I could possible have enough in a while to put a down payment on a small home or something. If I get a career with the forces, I could also, if I survive it all, end up in the end with a government funded RSPC. Meaning one day I might be able to retire, have a home, and had a decent life. Maybe.
Dinner is cooking. Kims sister/whatever is here. Shiela is it?... So, I shall take my leave and go partake in sustenance. Laterz.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
End of the long weekend...
Kims making a BBQ right now, even though there aren't many people tonight to enjoy it. It's got a fruit bowl, complete with cherries, the usual BBQ staple side-dishes, and whatever she's got grillin'.
I'm watching what I'm eating. A few days ago I spent $200 on myself, and I got a bunch of fitness stuff. The Perfect Push-Up thing (which works a lot, owies...), some hand weights, some springy thing... Basically a bunch of minor, useless crap that will help me do my thing.
I lack the willpower to do one big grind, so instead, I've been slowly whittling away at it, doing a smaller number of push-ups and sit-ups, but doing them more often throughout the day.
Figure maybe things with me at home aren't so fine after all, so I, once again, have been seriously thinking about a potential military career.
I just got back from picking up Shawn Hale from work. He's a little scared right now.
His sister recently broke up with her partner, and now her ex-partner is hunting for her. According to Shawn, this guy is rumored not to be a nice guy. I don't know how, but Shawn got the idea that her ex might come to his work and start asking him where she is, since she just broke up with him.
So, I drove down and picked him up. No big deal.
I'm curious about why he doesn't have his car anymore. Kinda makes me scratch my head (and scritch my ears), since he loved his car, and drove, for the most part, BETTER THAN ME. <- I is a scary driver.
I feel bad. Every time I open up, I bring misery to my family and friends. I came very close to shutting down my blog this weekend.
I wouldn't delete it, of course, but I would stop posting. What's the point? I was trying to open up and express my frustrations and feelings, and maybe have a select few, people that I thought I could trust, read it and keep it to themselves. Instead, I dunno...
Instead everything I've written has only hurt or upset people.
Right now I'm debating whether or not to give up on one of the favourite things I like to do: writing.
Lets see how things develop. For now, I have a BBQ to attend. Later.
I'm watching what I'm eating. A few days ago I spent $200 on myself, and I got a bunch of fitness stuff. The Perfect Push-Up thing (which works a lot, owies...), some hand weights, some springy thing... Basically a bunch of minor, useless crap that will help me do my thing.
I lack the willpower to do one big grind, so instead, I've been slowly whittling away at it, doing a smaller number of push-ups and sit-ups, but doing them more often throughout the day.
Figure maybe things with me at home aren't so fine after all, so I, once again, have been seriously thinking about a potential military career.
I just got back from picking up Shawn Hale from work. He's a little scared right now.
His sister recently broke up with her partner, and now her ex-partner is hunting for her. According to Shawn, this guy is rumored not to be a nice guy. I don't know how, but Shawn got the idea that her ex might come to his work and start asking him where she is, since she just broke up with him.
So, I drove down and picked him up. No big deal.
I'm curious about why he doesn't have his car anymore. Kinda makes me scratch my head (and scritch my ears), since he loved his car, and drove, for the most part, BETTER THAN ME. <- I is a scary driver.
I feel bad. Every time I open up, I bring misery to my family and friends. I came very close to shutting down my blog this weekend.
I wouldn't delete it, of course, but I would stop posting. What's the point? I was trying to open up and express my frustrations and feelings, and maybe have a select few, people that I thought I could trust, read it and keep it to themselves. Instead, I dunno...
Instead everything I've written has only hurt or upset people.
Right now I'm debating whether or not to give up on one of the favourite things I like to do: writing.
Lets see how things develop. For now, I have a BBQ to attend. Later.
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