Insanity Revisited

Speedbump

2009-08-12T17:21:00.000-07:00

As some of you may know, a few blogs ago I stated my disdane for my doctors recommendations of taking copious amounts of pills to keep the pain of my condition away. I finally had had enough, and embarked on my own mission to rid myself of "what I should be doing" and taking matters into my own hands.

Well, I am now two months into my own regime, and things are going relatively well. I still take pills, mainly at night so I can sleep without waking up in pain, but overall I have cut down my pill intake by quite a large amount. Physically, I look better. I have slimmed down, and actually developing a nice physique. (smile) I push myself hard at the gym, getting up early 3 days a week (Mon-Wed-Fri) before I go to work. Things were going great until about 3 weeks ago.

While exercising my biceps, I starting feeling a pain in my right elbow. This bothered me a little because it wasn't pain I was accustomed to. It wasn't arthritis pain, it was different. I brushed it off, chalking it up to not warming up properly. And since I only concentrate on that muscle once a week, I figured that by the next week it would be okay. I was wrong.

The next week I tried again, however, the pain was much more intense. Stubborness dominated however, and I finished my workout. Mistake. I could barely even life an empty box at work without pain shooting through my elbow. I quickly went online to see what the problem could be and tried to see if there was another way of working the bicep without doing a specific curling motion. I was happy to find there are other options, and tried them this week with relative success. Pain still appeared, but nowhere near as intense. I figured I had found the solution. Again, I was wrong. Today I was working a different body part (shoulders) and noticed that even then pain was there. I wasn't working the arm directly, but now I am afraid that I may have pushed my arm to the point where I may need to take a break or worse, see a doctor.

I really don't want to do that because I already know what they are going to say: stop going to the gym until your elbow is healed. Fuck that. I have made tremendous gains already and refuse to take a break to watch my body break down again. I just hope that if there is anyone out there who might read this may have suggestions. If those suggestions are to stop, save your breath. I WILL NOT STOP. My arm will break before I do, and guess what....I WILL NOT STOP. I will still be in the gym. This merely a speedbump. It may slow me down, but not to a standstill.

Fucking pain, kiss my ass you STUPID BITCH!!!!! BRING IT!!!!!! COME ON, BRING IT!!!! I WILL WIN, YOU WILL LOSE, SO FUCK OFF AND GO BOTHER SOME WEAK-MINDED PUSSY WHO WILL STAY AT HOME WHEN HE GETS A FUCKING HANGNAIL AND USES A FUCKING MOTORIZED WHEELCHAIR BECAUSE HIS TOE HURTS!!!!!!! (props to Jobthingy). BOOYAH BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

There. I feel better.

Goodnight!!

R.D.P.

100 Things About Me

2009-08-09T03:25:00.000-07:00

Here I have been, trying to figure out what to write over the last couple of weeks when I remembered Jobthingys list of 100 things about her because she is awesome. So i figures since I had already sort of started a list from an earlier blog where I was asked to post 7 things about myself, I am sure I can find another 93 things. Hell, I know I can because I too, am awesome!!
Let's start with the original 7:

1. I am a die-hard Toronto Maple Leaf fan
2. I consider myself to be an only child even though I do have a sister
3. I can go without talking to anyone for days
4. If I don't like the food in front of me, I will not eat it, regardless
5. I follow cooking instructions to the letter
6. I was a swimming star in high school
7. I hate surprises.

Now, the final 93. Hope you all find it interesting!!

8. I used to live near Toronto growing up, but live in Ottawa now
9. I prefer Toronto
10. I hold grudges until they are resolved
11. I was in the military for 2 years until I blew out my knee
12. I still miss it
13. I was very good at what I did (loved my rifle!)
14. I haven't fired a weapon since
15. I haven't made contact with any high school friends since my last day of school.
16. I have no interest to.
17. I am very, very picky as to who I let into my little circle.
18. If I don't like you, I will not talk to you, plain and simple
19. If I have somethimg to say, I will say it regardless of if it offends someone or not
20. I don't care if people like me or not
21. I love to drive.
22. I have had 2 accidents in 18 years. (one was my fault, the other was not)
23. I love contact sports
24. I've played most of them.
25. I have had 3 concussions
26. I have cracked my ribs once, broken them twice
27. I've dislocated my left shoulder 3 times
28. My left knee once.
29. Broken a bone in my left wrist.
30. All from playing sports
31. I haven't played a contact sport in over 12 years
32. I used to coach basketball, soccer
33. I won a district championship coaching basketball at 19
34. I never won any championships coaching soccer
35. I got my first real job at 14.
36. Been working ever since
37. I have preformed CPR in a real situation
38. I brought him back.
39. He never woke up and died 7 days later.
40. I would do it again knowing the outcome
41. I love animals
42. I have 2 cats and 1 dog
43. I used to have 3 cats and 2 dogs
44. If i could, I would own a zoo.
45. I first had sex at 14
46. I had never even thought of girls until that day.
46. I had known her since I was 3
47. I have had several partners since
48. Only two of them I was in a relationship with
49. I have done it with others in the same room (they were passed out, I think!)
50. I have been at my current job for 10 years
51. I think most of the people I work with are morons
52. I think most of my customers are idiots
53. I am very picky on how I do things
54. I am the best there is at my job
55. I am very confident
56. I prefer watching baseball than hockey on t.v..
57. My favorite baseball team are the Jays.
58. I have been to way more Jays games than Leaf games
59. I detest the Ottawa Senators
60. I would rather watch the Sens lose than the Leafs win
61. I was in Toronto the second time the Jays won the world series
62. I don't remember most of the night
63. I am afraid I will never see the Leafs win the Cup
64. I do believe they will win every year
65. My dream car would be a Ford Mustang Cobra
66. I am afraid to fly
67. I want to visit Australia (could be a problem)
68. My favorite animal species is the cat
69. I say that I am 6 feet tall, even though I am 5'11 and 3/4
70. If I could play one sport as a pro athlete, it would be baseball
71. I don't understand cricket
72. I believe we are not alone in the universe
73. I don't believe in organized religion
74. I believe it is responsible for all the worlds current wars
75. I don't think we will see an end to them in our lifetime
76. I go to the gym at least 3 times a week
77. I hate it when people sing the wrong lyrics to a song
78. I correct people on bad grammar
79. I do things sometimes just for shock value
80. I have put someone in the hospital during a hockey game
81. I was charged for it
82. The charges were dropped a few days later
83. I don't regret my actions, I would do it again
84. I will always come to the aid of a teammate
85. I am not afraid of fighting
86. I am afraid of killing someone during a fight
87. I think my son is my greatest accomplishment
88. I am worried that I will be a disappointment to him
89. I hope he becomes a Toronto Maple Leaf
90. I love to dream
91. I don't like to get drunk
92. I do like the occasional drink
93. The only beer I like is Corona
94. I have done things in the past where I am lucky I am still alive
95. I love campfires
96. If I could, I would live at a cottage year-round
97. My favorite drink in the world is a Tim Hortons XL coffee triple triple
98. My favorite food is fish
99. I despise repeating myself
100. I am fascinated by tornados

There!! Now tthis actually took longer than I though, however I have no doubt that over the next couple of days I will think of stuff that I should have included. You never know, the list may grow.............

Have a great week all!!

RDP

The newest addition to the "Deadbeat Dad" club.....

2009-07-21T15:29:00.000-07:00

Evening all!!

Today is going to be a rant day. You may or may not agree with what I have to say, and if you don't, well I really don't give a shit.
Todays blog has to do with a co-worker, let's call him Larry (specifically after Larry the Cable Guy, but make it the Canadian version). Larry has two kids, a 13 year old daughter and a fifteen year old son. He is a single father due to the mother dying while the kids were very young. A terrible way for them to start their lives. Families have survived unfortunate tragedies as this, however these kids were now put into the situation of being with a man (and I use that term very loosely) who became irritated with the fact that he now had to care for these kids by himself (the mother and him were split up at the time). He now could no longer do what he wanted to do at any time anymore, and he resented that.
So life went on. As these kids grew, so did his desire to pawn them off on someone else and be free of his responsibilities as a father. Needless to say, he wasn't a very good role model, and the son became the kid that always got into trouble at school, being suspended, and expelled a few times. The daughter was more quiet, and basically learned to be dependant on herself. While she came along well, the son learned to lie, cheat and steal, things he learned from watching his father. Larry was always getting calls from the school or the cops about his son, and always had nothing good to say about him the next day. "Usless punk bastard" was how Larry referred to his son on more than one occasion. Ya, this really helps the situation doesn't it, Larry??
Now the kids being 13 and 15, brings me to my major point. A few years ago, Larry had told me that he couldn't wait for them to turn 16. I was puzzled by this and asked him why. "So I can kick them out of the house and be done with them." I thought at the time he was just having a bad day with the son again, but here we are today, where I hear him telling others that there is less than 6 months before he kicks the son out.
Now correct me if I'm wrong, but this really isn't the way we are supposed to raise our kids, is it? To abandon them because they irritate us? Because they rely on us for basic human needs, for love, food, shelter, protection from all that is evil in this world? To cast them aside and for them to be thankful for you even bringing them into the world? That they owe us for all we do for them?
THEY DO NOT OWE US SHIT. We owe them for so many things. For showing us the wonder of doing things over again for the first time. For bringing joy to our hearts after saying that first word that we have been training them to say for the first few months. For showing us the innocence of life. For teaching us compasion for others, for they don't know discrimination until we teach them. For showing us that at times, a smile from a child can make all your worries go away.
All of this has escaped this asshole. And I get to look at his smug face everyday. I seriously want to spit right in his face the day that he brags about kicking his son out, and that he only has one left. There is so much more I could tell you all, but there are only so many hours in a day.
All I know is that for every scum-bag, deadbeat, self-serving asshole out there, there are people who take care of their kids and struggle to do so, but their kids come before anything. You know who you are and you are to be commended.

Welcome to the Deadbeat Dad Club, Larry.

You've earned it.

R.D.P.

Ah....what to blog about

2009-07-15T16:51:00.000-07:00

Good evening all!!!!

Again, it has been a while. However, not for lack of effort, just lack of anything substantial happening. So here I have been looking for something interesting to blog about for the past couple of weeks, and then it finally came to me. Stuff that I may not find interesting, well others might. After all, I am not writing a blog for me, but for others to read. So here we go.

First I'd like to send out props to my first ever paid-for massage and I'm The Mom for providing it. My wife has been bugging me for years to get one due to my back issues, and I have always been putting it off. Specifically, it was a hot stone massage, and let me tell you those things are fucking hot!!!! I sucked it up and felt great after. She managed to fix my shoulder which had been bothering me for a while too. It was great. I should have taken my wife's advice, of, say 10 years ago..........
Now I don't know how many people who read this go to the gym, but has anyone heard people grunting and groaning trying to lift weights? It happens, and generally from what I have seen, most people try and keep it to minimum volume. However, the she-man beast at my gym didn't get that memo. Now, I do have my i-pod, so I hear my music most of the time. This particular instance there happened to be a longer than usual pause between songs, but fear not, the silence was quickly filled in by grunting and groaning a mere 4 feet away. I was seriously disturbed by this, for no man I know has ever made noises like this. I had to bail and go hide around a wall because I'm sure that if she heard even a snicker I would not be writing this as we speak. Anyway, I was able to recover and she thankfully moved to a different area to grunt and groan. I'm pretty sure I now know what a bear sounds like when its getting drilled.
While I'm here, a quick gym update: This are going well, a little leaner, little more defined in some areas. It's taking time, but the best part is a lot less pain, henceforth less medication. I feel awesome.
And finally 3 more sleeps until basically a mix-grab-bag of birthday, graduation and housewarming party on Sat. Should be a blast. Lets just hope that it doesn't end the same way as the last party that started at 2:00pm did..........yes Jobthingy was there and I am sure that she remembers.............should be a blast...........

Insanity will rule Saturday!!!!!!!!!!

R.D.P.

WTF is that........

2009-06-10T16:11:00.000-07:00

Evening all!! Wow, two days removed from my last blog, a new personal best!! I guess i could keep this up, but generally don't see too many interesting things to write about daily...until yesterday.
My first day at the gym was mainly to scope things out, check out any regulars that go, see what they do, etc. This way I can plan my own routine without interrupting someone elses. The last thing I want to be is "that guy who just started who thinks he owns the place". I would rather make friends who can help me down the road that the one everyone ignores. Anyway, so onto the eliptical trainer I went, away from any weight lifting equipment, so I could simply burn a few calories while observing quietly and listening to my Ipod. I had seen movement earlier at the far end of the gym, but it was behind some equipment, so I couldn't make out the person. That's right. THE person. There were only two of us there. Mind you, it was 5:45am, but I like working out in the morning, what can I say. Yuppers, I basically had the gym to myself. After a few minutes, I could make out that it was a woman, judging from the hair. Then she stepped out from behind the machine and I almost shit my pants. Anatomically speaking, she was a woman. The tight shorts revealed no bulge, and her sports bra revealled a large set of breasts. The rest of her however resembled pictures of Mr. Olympia from a bodybuilding magazine. She was by far the most muscular man-beast I had ever seen. She was bigger and more cut than any man I had ever met. She had maybe one percent body fat. She could easily have benched me without ever breaking a sweat. Shit, I was afraid of the thought of even walking by her in case she mistook me for a sweat rag. Unreal. Impressive, but equally disgusting. And I have this to look forward to first thing in the morning? The female version of Arnold?????

FLEE THE VILLAGE!!!!!!!

R.D.P.

Ipod heaven and my new mission

2009-06-08T17:57:00.000-07:00

Evening all!! A beautiful Monday here in Ottawa and hopefully the beginning of seasonal weather, because god knows we have had the strangest temperatures for the last couple of months. Anyway, on to my topics.
I have two this time, thanks to my inability to type in my login name and password. Procrastination has been a friend of mine lately.
Now being 34 years young, I have had the joys of seeing technology leap like mad over the last couple of decades. The reason I bring this up is my new toy I bought myself recently. I bought an Ipod. This may not be a big deal to some, but considering the last portable device I had was a 5 pound walkman when I was 12, I was pretty excited. I can't believe how small this thing is!!!! It is only a 1 gig, but really, who has time to listen to 250 songs in a day?? Anyway, this thing could fit into where the batteries would go in my old walkman! Unreal. Just one more thing I have to be careful not to lose. I must say, it has given me peace of mind at work (yes, I am allowed to listen to it at work) for I am surrounded by two grown men who think that making barnyard noises and other unmentionables is hilarious. Now, don't get me wrong, keeping the workplace loose and fun is fine, but when these noises go on for nearly eight hours straight, people tend to get a little irritated. Telling them to relax hasn't worked, and neither has calling them both a couple of fucking retards who belong in a special ed class (the funny thing now that I think about it is that they have both indeed spent time in one). Anyhow, I decided to take matters into my own hands and bought my sanity in the form of my Ipod. It is now my lifeline. I love my Ipod. I love U Ipod. Love u love u LUV U!!!!!!
Now onto my new mission in life. I found out approx. 10 years ago that I have an affliction call Ankylosing Spondylytis (may or may not be the correct spelling). This is a form of arthritis that affects the spine. It is genetically passed on, hence a very small percentage of the population has it. Now, the odd thing about this form of arthritis is that it gets worse with inactivity, hence mornings are generally pure hell for me. I always feel like a have been run over by a truck the entire time I slept. Now, the pain and stiffness goes away after a while, once I start moving around. The pain is generally in my neck and lower back areas. What causes it is an overactive immune system. Not only does it attack the inflamation of the ligaments, tendons, etc., it thinks the spine itself is injured and slowly over time will fuse my spine together. I have done plenty of research, and exercise seems to be the best option of slowing this bitch down. In some cases it has actually reversed some of the effects of this arthritis. Myself, as of right now have approx. 60% of the movement in my neck. I can barely look up, and can look fairly well side to side, but not without pain. Now my mission is this: To tell the doctors that have told me that I could never to physical activity again to GO FUCK THEMSELVES AND ALL THEIR BOOKS!! Your fucked up beliefs and rules DO NOT APPLY TO ME!! Not now, NOT EVER AGAIN! For the last ten years I have been afraid to fart too hard so I wouldn't injure my spine (for the record, my spine is weaker than most due to this affliction), but living like this isn't for me ANYMORE!! Jesus, I played every sport in the book, from soccer to rugby to hockey, to anything that involved pushing yourself to the limit. I did it all, and did it well. And now thanks to doctors I have basically felt sorry for myself for the past ten years. Now, I am not going to do anything dumb, I know my limits and I do have a family to take care of, so now the gym will be my home away from home. My first day is tomorrow, and to be honest, I can't wait, I wish I could go now. I will publish my progress regularly, and hopefully I will get better and reverse what has been done. We will see.

A new era begins.

R.D.P.

And things are about 2 slow down...

2009-05-20T17:12:00.000-07:00

Wow, I can't believe that its been 12 days since my last post, and for those who read my blog, I apologize. But, finally after today, that hectic crazy lifestyle of working 12-16 hour days is finally coming to a halt. I gave my resignation at my part-time job which I have been at for the last 8 months, effective TODAY. Now, some may say, well, what about 2 weeks notice?? FUCK THAT. After 8 months of hard physical labour 4-7 hours a day, working a fulltime job after that, I get grief because I call in sick for the FIRST time!! I had basically been sick since Sunday morning, felt like a bag of shit on holiday monday, and for some reason dragged my ass in at 3:30am Tues. morning. After 3 hours, my co-workers said I looked like I was getting ready to pass out, so I went to management reluctantly and said I had to leave, and they gave me a hard time about it, but I left anyway. The following night, I woke up an hour before my start time to call in and let them know I really wasn't any better, and I get my head ripped off and told that I was expected in the next day regardless and had the phone hung up on me. Well. No "well, you just get better and we'll see you tomorrow", no I'm supposed to feel guilty because I'm sick?? FUCK YOU. A few hours later and a press of the fax button and my resignation was official. I really don't need that horseshit attitude for basically minimum wage.
Now, onto other things. I have apparently been tagged. Now this involves stating a few facts about myself, tagging other bloggers to do the same, and the cycle continues. Now to be honest, I haven't really has the chance to read too many other blogs (that is about to change I promise), so whom I would tag I have no idea. So what I will do is this. I will start the process, I will state the 7 facts required, and by Monday I will tag 7 others to do the same. Hopefully this doesn't mean that I've broken the sacred chain and have something terrible happen to me, but I WILL FINISH!!!! I just need a few days, that's all!!!! *smile*

Here we go:

7 Facts about myself

1. I am a die-hard Toronto Maple Leafs fan.
2. I consider myself to be an only child although I do have a sister
3. I can go without talking to anyone for days
4. If I don't like the food in front of me, I will not eat it regardless
5. I follow cooking instructions to the letter
6. I was a swimming star in high school
7. I hate surprises

There. It has begun.

R.D.P.

An opportunity wasted

2009-05-08T14:15:00.000-07:00

G'day all!! Finally the end of the work week and for the first time enjoying a weekend at my new apartment. No unpacking, no nothing. It feels great.
But now to my title. The situation is ironic to be honest with you. The main reason we moved away from our house was because of our hellish neighbours. We had lived in a small town of approx. 22000 people and the only places to really get anything was either Walmart or Giant Tiger, which were both located basically on the same main street. Really. That was it. And in 3 years there, not once did I ever see any one of the inbred clan in either store. I know they went there because of the bags they came back with, but we luckily never crossed paths. Now, we live in a city approaching 1 million people, with roads coming out of my ass, and three days after we move, my former bitch neighbour walks in front of my car at a stop light in the middle of the city. What the fuck.
After I recovered from the shock, I quickly realized that here was my opportunity for an "accident". However, I came to my senses and basically sat there and prayed that she would not look at my car and recognize me. She didn't. I drove away quickly when I was able, and as I passed a big government building to my right, I realized with horror that the she-devil works 3 blocks away from my new place. And I can see it from my balcony.
That night as I sat on my balcony and stared at this building, I came to terms with 2 things.

1. I should have gunned it when I had the chance (or at least blasted the horn)
2. Irony is also the result of inbreeding.

Seriously.

R.D.P.

The change is ALMOST complete....

2009-05-03T06:18:00.000-07:00

Ah!! That's all I can really say right now two days after finally moving in to our new place. Everything is in the apartment, put away, well, not so much. We are getting there, slowly but surely.
The stress level from living next to Inbred Inc. is finally gone, and to be honest the quiet on the 16th floor is quite unsettling. Not used to it, so the first night I hardly slept. Second night was much better. Being able to sit out on the balcony and not have people sneer at you and throw comments at you constantly is weird. I almost wish that the bitch would find a way to climb up the balconies to our floor so I could send her on her merry way back down again......
Anyway, everything went well and the only problem so far is the fact that our oven doesn't want to work.....for now I accept it........for now......
Being 10km away from both jobs is going to be great, a mere 6 1/2 minute drive home after work is much better than 40 - 60 minutes. Not having to cut the grass, shovel the driveyway or having to fix stuff constantly is fantastic. Not that I mind doing those other things, but working 12-14 hour days makes it a little difficult.
Our friends are mere blocks away, so we will finally be able to see them more often. I have a feeling today may be one of those days.............

The insanity is slowing down.

Finally.

R.D.P.

Awards and windstorms.........

2009-04-25T17:53:00.000-07:00

Wow, what an interesting 2 weeks I have just experienced. From awards to windstorms as the title says.
Let me begin with a little history: Back on Sept. 22 of last year, I had just finished picking up my wife from work, and had her in the car along with my little guy and we were maybe 10 minutes from home. That was when we noticed our erratic driver in front of us, all over the road, the gravel, basically everywhere but between the lines which us drivers follow daily. It became apparent that this person was either a) drunk b) on an extremely heavy dose of medication c) receiving oral sex, or d) giving oral sex. Turns out it was a). Hence a phone call to 911, and after giving the operator the info, told her that I would follow him until police arrived. Well, 10km later and several close calls involving gas stations, other cars and several people, he was arrested as he tried to hide from the police by leading them on a short chase to his home. Needless to say he was charged on several accounts.
We received thanks from the police like you wouldn't believe, and now 7 months later both my wife and I received letters from the city police service that we are both to be awarded certificates of merit for helping to catch an impaired driver. It felt great to read, but bittersweet for it does nothing to help my 24 year old cousin who was killed almost 2 years ago by an impaired driver. I would trade that award for her life in a heartbeat.
And now to work. As I am pretty sure I have stated before I work 2 jobs, and starting Monday I am on holidays from one of them. What I will do with myself only having to work 40 hours this week I have no clue (Oops, sorry I lied, only 32 hours this week as Friday is moving day!!!). Anyway, on Friday we had employee recognition ( we have it every 2 weeks) and for the first time I was recognized!!! Actually, I wasn't really excited about it, I deserved it in my opinion...........I would have been pissed had I NOT been recognized. Why?? That is for another blog.....
And now to the windstorm. Only 5 days left in this hellhole, my asshole neighbours have been very calm the last few weeks, no issues to bitch about them other than I really fucking hate them, and now this. Turns out Mother Nature has a sick and twisted sense of humour which resulted in destroying 5 sections of my fence, one of which narrowly missed my car by a couple of feet as it came toppling down. 5 FUCKING DAYS!!!! Hence, 5 sections of fence??? Heck, I don't know, but at this point I do not giving a flying fuck........
It sure will make the last few days interesting......

Insanity Revisted.

Daily.

R.D.P.

Playoff time!!

2009-04-16T14:56:00.000-07:00

Woot woot!!! It's play-off time(hockey is the sport)!!!! One of my favorite times of the year.
Mind you, my team failed to make it in for the fourth year in a row, and the team that I LOVE to hate and cheer against failed as well. So, technically, I have no real team to cheer for. However, this isn't a bad thing, for now I can actually just watch it without the emotional attatchment that either makes me really happy, or incredibly pissed and stressed. It shouldn't, but it does.
I realize that the playoffs started last night and being Canadian you think tht I would cheer for a Canadian team, but I have never suscribed to that philosophy. My team is the ONLY Canadian team worth cheering for, regardless of the situation. And for all those wondering, my team is the all-powerful, has the never die never surrender mentality, IS without a doubt the center of the hockey universe, the blue and white, the Toronto Maple Leafs.
Now back to my point, what I really wanted to do was predict my Final Four. And in no particular order: The Boston Bruins, The Pittsburg Penguins, The San Jose Sharks and The Chicago Blackhawks. There. I said it. Let it be said, let it be done!!!!!

Follow the INSANITY!!!!!!

REVISITED!!!

(for the next few weeks, anyway!!!!)

R.D.P.

28 days and counting....

2009-04-02T15:42:00.000-07:00

Ah, moving day in 28 days.
28 days until hopefully, and I mean HOPEFULLY, my family and myself will be somewhere where peace and quiet is the norm and not a once in a while thing. I usually hate moving (to be honest, I don't really know anyone who enjoys it and if they do need to see a shrink) but this time I AM LOVING EVERY SECOND OF IT!!!!! Let me explain.
I have had pretty shitty luck with neighbours over my last few residences. First when my now wife and I moved into our first place, things started great, the landlord lived upstairs and he was great. Then he sold the house and the new landlord was into watching movies with her home theatre system VERY LOUD. She started nitpicking about everything after we threatened to call by-law (we tried to be polite at first, but after a few times you get really irritated), so instead we moved into a nice garden home. Perfect. Until school started, and then we found out that the owners beside us didn't actually live there, but rented it out to college kids. FUN. You can imagine the parties and police we had to deal with there, but thankfully the other neighbours backed us up. At this point, our little Hurricane had been born, so a quiet neighbourhood was not an option. Eventually we gave up and were able to find a detached home. Perfect. No walls to share with anyone. Huge yard. Out of town in a small little town but with bus access. Awesome. Sounds great, right? Little did we know that we were moving literally into the pits of hell.
Apparently with small town living comes inbreeding and lack of brain development. Our neighbours across the street (a divorcee with 3 sons, 25, 27 and 30 years old who ALL STILL LIVE AT HOME) became my worst nightmare. A mother with zero parenting skills, a pitbull and three souped-up cars thrown together in a pot, add a generous amount of alcohol, disrespect and cowardice, and VOILA!! you have my neighbours.
The pitbull is now gone, thanks to constant hounding of local officials (including the mayor) by moi after this dog came onto my property after my wife and dogs. Thankfully, everyone escaped unharmed. To make a long blog short, loud music at all hours, constant racing of their cars up and down to street and all sorts of things which can drive a person mad has resulted in several visits from by-law and the police, all with the same result: NOTHING. The mother (or anti-christ) defends them to the end, and nothing every happens. They get a slap on the wrist and everything is quiet for a couple of weeks and then it starts up again. We have been verbally harrassed to no end, and yet there is nobody in this shit little town that is wiiling to do anything. No cops, no by-law, no mayor, hell, even the neighbours have stopped complaining about them because they were getting tired of their property being "mysteriously" damaged. I personally have come close to physically confronting these little chicken shit bastards, but apparently 3 against 1 wasn't fair enough for them and they have always tucked tail and hid behind mommy. Little fuckers. LITTLE CHICKEN SHIT FUCKERS!!!! There, I feel better now.
And now we are 28 days from moving on May first, an they have NO CLUE. Nobody does. No neighbours, nobody at my work, NOBODY. And this way it will stay until May 1st when these little bastards come home from work and probably only realize after a few days that we are gone. 4 EVER!!!!!!!
And then finally some well earned peace and quiet.
Hopefully. :)

Insanity Revisited.

Daily.

R.D.P.

WTF!?!?!?

2009-03-23T14:07:00.000-07:00

I had something else planned ahead for this blog, however a certain FOX News host derailed all of that.
For anyone who doesn't know, Greg Gutfeld (or Gutless, which ever you may prefer) decided to use his show as a stage to lambaste, insult and basically kick sand in the face of every Canadian soldier and their families. Screw that. He kicked sand in the face of every Canadian with his remarks!! We are a proud people, a proud nation, and even though not everyone may support the mission in Afghanistan, I would safely bet that everyone felt the sting of those ignorant remarks. Apology be damned, nothing he can say can retract the hurt he has caused to those who have lost sons, daughters, fathers, mothers, husbands, wives, etc. On top of that, the day these remarks were made, four more of our soldiers were making their way down the Highway of Heroes back here in Canada.
What asshole needs to understand, is that we are ALL involved in the war on terror. Do we all want to be, probably not, but in this day and age (in my own opinion), we do not have a choice. That choice was made for us 8 years ago. And because of that, Canada has been on the front lines in Afghanistan for years now, doing our part. We as nations have all sacrificed and will continue to do so in the years to come. All we can do is support our troops, and for those like Greg Gutless, send them a one way ticket to Afghanistan to the front lines and watch him cower and cry in the corner as our boys defend his sorry ass.

Insane comments.
Revisited.

Unfortuantely.

God bless all our allied troops!!!!

(For those who wish to hear his and his fellow hosts insensitive remarks, here's the link:www.youtube.com/watch?v=tcJn5XlbSFk)

R.D.P.

Welcome all!!

2009-03-15T06:02:00.001-07:00

I would like to start by saying that this is not my first attempt at blogging. I tried several months ago, but soon after starting, my job situation changed, requiring 36 hours in a day to accomplish everything I required to do. So unfortunately, my blogged died. Now, however, I have been able to juggle everything reasonably well, and figure that I should be able to post something at least once a week, and within two months after I move closer to my job (which will shave approx. 1 hour off total travel time daily) possibly more. THANK GOD!!!!!!!
This morning, I am sitting here watching my son Hurricane (no thats not his real name, it was what he was dubbed by Jobthingy after he entered her daughters room and within minutes you couldn't see the floor) waiting for a call from my wife who spent the night at her friends house. For those who would question this, we have a tightly knit group of friends with whom I would trust my life, and when one of us is in need, we will always be there for them.
Anyway, my son is playing with his Lightning McQueen cars and watching Scooby-Doo (already learning the art of multi-tasking). I can't believe how quickly he has grown up, for this September he starts school. He speaks both english and french, and frenglish as well. Last night he stayed up until 9:30 due to a friends birthday party and thankfully slept in. I was proud of him last night for he behaved very well, considering he was the only child there, but it makes it easier when everyone adores him, so what he got away with when I wasn't looking I hopefully will never know! *smile*
He has already learned the art of manipulation, sarcasm, and of looking absolutely innocent, which makes it SO HARD to be mad when he does something wrong. I wouldn't want him to change. EVER.
He drives me crazy half the time, but when he looks at me and I see my own face staring back,
I know what my parents went through, and OH GOD!! know what I am in for!!!!! Irony is a bitch.
Insanity Revisted.
Daily.