Wowsers!

This is a girl I can respect. She takes the time to provide in great detail how to make life more meaningful for everyone. Bless her soul....bless her soul.... http://prettydumbthings.typepad.com/chelseagirl/2005/12/swallow_a_brief.html

Christmas Past

So way back in my youth, dare I say, "Formative Years", money was tight. Christmas was fast approaching and the RallyClan of 5 were living in a 2 bedroom apartment that was as much a home as anyone could have asked for. I never really knew we were "poor". My Dad had a knack of never letting on that we were broke, just that money was tight and not to be wasted. I was never hungry. We may have had pancakes for dinner more often then most families, but I always thought of it as a treat. Looking back, I wonder if my parents ever went without. I don't know the answer to that question, and I don't know they would ever tell me the truth if they had. My Dad is a proud man. Maybe a little stubborn, but a very proud man. Anyhow....back to where I was going with this post......

It was Christmas Eve. I was probably 11, I don't know for sure. My Dad was the only one working, and this was a Christmas that was going to be bad. (Bad as far as a kid can perceive, Santa wasnt going to be bringing much of anything this year) I learned a few days after Christmas what had happened that night....It was a night that brings me back to KNOWING there is a Santa.

It was late Christmas Eve, and my Dad was sitting up watching TV, all us little kids were in bed, and my mom was dawdling about the apartment. My Dad heard something outside our patio, and saw a guy hiding in the bushes right infront of our place! (One should know, that my father was a rather tough S.O.B so this is not going to go well for this guy) Not one to avoid conflict, my Dad goes out on the patio and says something Christmasy like "Who the fuck is there!?". To which he gets a reply of...."Just go back inside.........please". My Dad recognized the voice, but couldnt immediately place it, and kept on asking who was there. The guy in the bush was pleading with my father to go back inside, and just pretend he heard nothing. This is really not ever going to happen. My Dad is not the type to just let a strange man stand in the bushes outside his patio on Christmas Eve, and let it go. So he presses on, and out from the bushes come my Aunts current boyfriend. He was a good man. He was a stockbroker, and made good money on the Vancouver Stock Exchange. He had taken us out to the PNE and Sesame Street on Ice, and all those things I would never have gotten to do. (Again, these are things I never really wanted to do, or even knew I was missing out on, or would have missed out on. My Dad always made sure I was in soccer, baseball, and anything else I wanted to be in so I thought I was normal) So there is this guy, on Christmas, in the bushes, in Surrey, late at night, and what does he have, but a "sleigh" full of gifts. Sure, it was a black toboggan, the really cool ones with the brakes and everything....but for the sake of the story it is a sleigh. There were toys for all of the three kids in there, and there was some stuff for my parents as well. This guy, was, and is Santa. He wouldn't come in without being prodded by my father. He wanted nothing in return. He just wanted to make my Christmas a little better then what it was going to be. I wish in a way, I was older that Christmas. Old enough to understand what that was really all about. I wish I could have gotten the chance to thank him. (He was later murdered in a bizarre situation involving corruption in the VSE) I don't know if I would have even noticed that Christmas was bad that year had he not arrived, and I guess I never will. I hope I never have to sit there Christmas Eve like my father did knowing that he couldn't do anything or as much as he wanted for his kids at Christmas. That is the scariest part for me about being a parent. I never want my child to go without. I do see though, that a good parent can make you not realize you are going without, and I love my Dad for that. One day I will tell him. It all came together for me a few months later. It became a little more clear the day we came home from school and summer holidays had started, and my dad told us all to get in the car. He took out his VISA, packed up the car, and we drove to Disneyland. We had the best time of our lives for those two weeks. It took him years to pay that trip off I bet, but he did it for us. Thats my Dad...He is a great guy. I hope I can be half the man he is.

Enigmatic Little Parasite.

So there you are....just a little button of a thing. I am told you have a face, and that your foot is as long as your femur(which is a good thing). I don't know if you are my little man, or my tiny princess, yet somehow I already know you. I could see you hiding...playing....maybe just being annoyed. I could already see you had your own little personality. You are shy, and quiet....or you are a already a mischievous little bugger. Welcome to the world.

Game on

I am going to try something new. I am going to see if I can squash my sexdrive. I am going to see if I can completely shut it down. The clock starts now.....

Nina Grewal MP

God help us all. The ignorant voters of Surrey-Fleetwood are likely going to vote this opportunist in. It is truly amazing the ignorance of the Canadian voter. There are very few people who actually look through the rhetoric, and the flashy media blitz, and actually look at who can lead the country, and lead the country down the path that we want. Nina Grewal, has already attempted to improve her position within our political arena, by trading votes for political appointments. Personally, I expect this behind closed doors, but to be so ignorant as to have your husband record the conversation, and attempt to use it as leverage when things go bad, is just moronic. Two juvenile individuals thinking they are Inspector Gadget with their recording devices. Bravo Morons.

Upon indepth review of the parties my conclusions are drawn. My vote remains undecided at this time though. Clearly, the past of the Conservative party is going to haunt them. Until such time as Peter McKay takes the reigns, I just don't see me ever going there. Stephen Harper cannot control his party, he allows his party to stray to far to the right, and has no leadership skills. Canada is a centre nation. We like the centre of the political spectrum. It is comfortable, and reliable to us. Once the Conservatives figure this out under Peter McKay, the become viable. The NDP are too far left. While a majority of Canadians have left leaning sympathies, we maintain the fact that we just don't trust them. We feel good when they make small gains, and we like to keep a few of them around, but again, they have a spotty leader, and he isn't going to be able to carry them. I respect the fact he realizes this though. He merely wants to be in control of parliament with 30 odd seats. At least he is realistic. Liberals...my how you manage to ruin a good thing. Paul Martin is the only federalist LEADER we have. He is a charismatic man, who has the ability to make us feel good. While his party has made some mistakes, they remain close to centre, they will align with the NDP when needed, and they will not allow Quebec to seperate. Seems like an almost winning strategy. Gilles Duceppe, I would vote for BQ if they weren't seperatist, and they ran members over here. He is the only other born leader out of the group.
The Canadian public are not the most savvy in the elections department. We vote for names, and we vote as our parents voted. We go into an election with our minds set. Those that go in without a vote in mind, tend to get caught up in the rhetoric, and not pay attention to facts, or the big picture.

While the Liberals have their scandals, ALL PARTIES will have their scandals. Look past the scandal, and review OUR LIVES on a whole. We live in one of the greatest nations in the world. We have one of the strongest economies in the world. We are respected, and well received in all nations around the world. The word Canada means something around the world. It is something we can be proud of. The problem lies in the general public wanting to change the direction of our country just because the Liberals have been there for years. Why gamble on full scale change when everything is working right now? The devil you know.....

Perpetual Motion

My brain is spinning, almost out of control. I thought that after the wedding, everything would slow down, but it really seems to have simply sped up.

I have not been sleeping well, I have had some rather intense dreams about sex, and pinning you up against the wall, and taking you hard and fast, not rough, but passionately. Yet that never seems to come about. Probably a direct result of my inaction, but I don't think you are really interested anyhow. I have started to bust my ass at work again. I will do this for awhile, until it dawns on me that all the hard work is for nothing, and that nobody is going to notice if I actually do achieve the goals I have set. The joys of working in a union shop I guess. There is still so much to do. So much that never seems to get done. I don't know if it is a classic manifestation of my perpetual lack of motivation, or if I simply have too much on my proverbial plate. I could make a list. I wouldn't tackle it though. Really no point.

So, I have been trying to find a way to hit the homerun. The fast and easy way to financial freedom, it seems that while there is some remote possibilty that it could occur, the risk far outweighs the reward. Perhaps hardwork is the only way to go.

It would be great to harness the power of this perpetual motion machine inside my head. I haven't really been able to wrap my hands around everything, and put it down in the blog. There is so much in there. There is my shit, political shit, global shit....that's a lot of shit! I have also started worrying too much about other people. I can feel myself getting pulled in to peoples problems again, and wanting to fix them. While I CRAVE baggage, I need to stop taking it on. It is not my burden to carry....I am also noticing that I just can't seem to watch shows or commercials or anything with small children in it. I am not even a Dad yet, and I am getting emotional over this stuff. This is very far from my character. It is almost as though I am becoming a woman.

Did I mention that I am getting fat....no seriously...tipped the scales at 222.5 yesterday. Fuck I need to get through the holidays below 230 and get my ass in gear. Thank god I will be getting some help with that from Santa.

I am gonna go now. Clearly this is not entertaining. I apologize. In the future I will try to be more entertaining. I may even become more entertaining tonight. Who knows.....

And so it goes....

Have you ever noticed one day bleeding into the next? Where there is no difinitve line of where one day starts and ends, where another begins. Sure. You can take the easy way out, and use the cycles of the sun, the moon, or your own sleep paterns, but how different was yesterday from today? How different will tomorrow be from today or yesterday? Funny thing the human pattern. We wake up, have a coffee, eat the same breakfast, get in our car, drive the same way to our same parking spot at work, we work our same job, and take lunch at the same time, with the same people. We get off work, get back into our car, that is still in the same parking space, drive the same route back home, make dinner, watch the tv show that we tivo'd or whatnot, get back into our same bed, sleep, and do the same thing over the next day. How meaningful our grocery shopping becomes, our pre-scheduled break from monotony. Or weekends. Our time to get caught up on the things we have neglected due to our all encompassing work schedule. Those rare days, when you break from the monotony, what do we do? We do nothing. We sit in our house, watch tv, and do nothing, and not once wonder what we are missing outside in the real world. It is far to easy to sit back and passively allow life to take you over. How I love those days where you take control, do something different. Take the routine, and throw it out the window. Imagine what could happen if we simply broke the routine, and tried something new. Even just babysteps. Take the first left from your home tomorrow on the way to work. IF you were supposed to go left, go right. Live on the edge, add an extra block to your journey. Who knows what you might see or find or avoid! If we were all to break the shackles of our mundane existances, and actually participate on a daily basis in our lives instead of just plodding through the next hour, just making it to coffee break, just finishing this last email.....oh what a wonderful world it would if we could just stop, and enjoy the sweet smells of life, the soft touch of someone else, or the sounds of city living.


Yeah....sure...most of you will defend your lifestyles....but just take a small look inside yourself, and you will find a schedule that needs to be discarded if only for a moment, an hour, or a day.

Catch up time.

Just a note prior to my post....Anyone is welcome to post a comment on my blog, however if you directly link to my significant others blog, I will delete your post, only to keep her blog free from the eyes of those that view mine. It is a matter of her privacy. I appreciate the comments though!


Where to start.

I am married now. Kid is on the way. Spending money on the townhouse. I have far too much crammed in my head for any of it to come out right now. So let me try to force some of it out in a jumbled mess.

Some prick was hitting on my frigging wife while she was wearing her wedding dress at OUR reception. I was nice. I didn't lose it and pound him. I waited for wifey to do that. I think she is far to nice in not pounding him. Oh well, I guess I have to wait for his next move before I can take this up a notch, and believe me, there will be another move.

I ate the cake....and when I say I ate the cake, I mean I put my face right into my cake, and I freaking ate that thing. It was my cake, my day, and so what the hell I ate it. Marty, that cake was awesome! If you need a cake tester, call me anytime.

I did a lot of hugging and stuff at the reception. I hoped I hugged all the important people. I really tried. If I missed you, I am sorry.

My wife looked spectacular. I mean unbelievable! I was moved. Unfortunately a fly flew in my mouth during the ceremony, and it was causing me to have trouble speaking (thats my story, and I am sticking to it).

My new mom-in-law is pretty great. She does too much. I think I will be able to one day say I love my mom-in-law, which is somethign for me. I tend to hate inlaws. My new in-laws are all pretty great actually. I am pretty lucky to finally have two families I like and care for.

Please do not EVER register at The Bay for anything. It is truly the worst thing you can ever do. They are horrible with customer service, and I will not rant about that today. Another time maybe.

Curt, you were awesome. You had nothing you needed to do, yet stepped up to the plate everytime. It was very much appreciated.

Kristy, sure, you were the maid of honor, and by definition had stuff to do, but you went above and beyond, and that certainly did not go unnoticed. Thank you!

Anyhow, there are a lot of people to thank, but let me just thank Jolene. I thought it was great when you dropped the C-bomb on my mother. Yes everyone she called my mother a cunt, and tried to say that it was because she liked her. My mom is a redneck, and I am surprised her trailer trash ass didnt kick the snot out of Jolene. Oh well, that was a great wedding story that was only narrowly averted.

I think it is important to note that all kidding aside, I married perhaps the most amazing woman on the planet. I love her with all my heart, and I am a very lucky man.