the first sunburn of 2011

a few pics from our hike shot with my Pentax K-r.

Yesterday was the first of many photo safari's in and around the regina area with my friend @youngblood2099. we ventured out the area around the hamlet of Silton in the rm of longlaketon.
While we were there we found some old abandoned buildings and barely avoided getting run over by a cp rail service truck.i witnessed some awesome tags on the side of the train cars

a brief history of the last year?

ha ha.
i finally remembered the password for this blog!
i have one more son!
i live in saskatchewan again!
i am playing alot of online games (wow and sc2)
more in the next few days.

it been a bit

well let's see..... it's been about three weeks since i last posted.
I had a good Christmas and new year.(it's not the same when you cant wait for someone else to open their gifts) all in all, i am doing very well. My son tore open his gifts and played with the boxes. I bought a tripod for my camera and actually like some of the pictures I have taken with it steadying my hand.
My son should be walking any day know and work is going well. I have been spending my time on my snowshoes with Jesse surveying our future homestead. I took this picture on one of our morning walks. It was on dec. 17th and a thick coating of hoar frost had made everything look well, a picture is worth a thousand words......

A case of the monday's

well lets see.
1. 4 a.m. baby wakes up teething. i suggest tylenol for baby.
2. 6 a.m. wife decides that baby should take some tylenol for his teeth.
3 8.am. baby and wife return to bed. i have a cup of coffee.
4.8:15 a.m. i climb back into bed after spending five minutes pushing 87 pound dog out of my spot.
5.8:20 a.m. wife starts snoring.
6.8:21 a.m. back downstairs watching the tube.
7.8:23 a.m. 87 pound whining machine comes downstairs and "wants" to go out. i attempt the "let out" dog backs away from the cold and walks back to the living room.
8. after a while i decide that i am too "mad" to eat breakfast.
9. the rest of the morning goes well until i try to watch the episode of dexter that my father-in-law has recorded for me. it was there just being formatted so he could watch it on his psp.
10. work calls they want me to come in two hours early to set up stages at w.f. ready school.
11. quality tire calls to ask why i have not picked up my order. i inform them that when my wife went in on the previous friday and they could not find my order and moreover the staff was kind of rude in regards to that the fact that my wife used to date an employee. the car ended up with different tires at a different price and on the original rims. almost the exact opposite of what i wanted.
12. i start watching Dexter. baby cries wife misses key scenes. the episode is longer than i expected. cutting in to the time i have to make a lunch/drive to work.
13. i am so shocked by the ending that i blurt it out and ruin the surprise for my wife. I now have forty minutes to drive forty five mins. to town and make a lunch. to bad for lunch.
14. the command start has not started my car. and because i dropped my keys in the snow the day before, my ignition is frozen solid. boo urns
15. lock de-icer rules
16. on the way into work I bitch about how bad Monday has been. I then realize that i don't have a belt on and am wearing my winter boots. also i am rolling sans watch.
17. i get to the school and have to pee. the bathroom is full over tots who try to tell me i can't use the bathroom because i don't go to school there. i ignore them and as i am bigger that them i pee when and where i want.
18. after i wash my hands and find the head faculty tech, a voice comes over the intercom saying that there is a water leak in the kindergarten class.
19. the fire alarm goes off. it is the loudest noise i have ever heard. (i was raised under a flight path and used to live on an Air Force base).
20. A sprinkler head has exploded in the kindergarten/preschool boot room (i guess not having weather stripping in a door way when it's minus fifty all weekend is bad?) soaking countless pairs of transformer and Dora the explorer boots and hats. 40 gallons a minute for almost twenty minutes. wet.
21. i am told to get a mop and "clean this mess up".......o.k.
22. after the mess is clean i am asked to set up stages for the school concert.
23. a stage falls and slides down my arm, scratching the shit out of it. awesome
24. i guess i work to fast as the eight hour job only takes about forty five minutes.
25. as i did not bring a lunch, my wife had to leave work go to a McDonald's and bring my some stuff that loosely resembles food. no straw.
that is what i would like to present to you the reader as "a case of the Mondays."

1995- 2009 i should be a doctor

On the 19th of August i had a job interview with the Regina Public School Board. The interview was for a custodial position with a starting wage of about 17 dollars an hour. The interview went well; I had all the necessary experience for the job. And i got along well with the three men that interviewed me. At the end of our interview when we stood to shake hands, one of the interveiwers said in passing that he would need to see a transcript of my grade twelve marks. My heart sank and i shook hands and left.

It was easy for me to leave school. I started high school in 1995 at Sheldon Williams Collegiate. I immediately was more interested in the social aspects of school than the subjects. At the end of grade nine i was smoking pot two or three times a week and had failed all my classes. It was the same for grade ten. After my fourth year of high school i still needed to get 11 credits. i was already the guy in the back of the class that everybody knew. And i was eighteen in a room full of fifteen year olds. I got a job delivering pizza and that was the end of high school for me.
Leaving school didn't put me at an immediate disadvantage. I was working full time while my friends were in university. I had lots of money and was able to drive a nice car. It wasn't untill my friends finished university that i realized i wasn't ahead at all. I was stuck working as a concrete labourer out side year round with no real future. It took the birth of my son for me to realize that i didn't want to live like this forever. I was tired of telling people that I was a high school dropout and hearing them say " You're a smart guy, How come?"
i needed to get a career instead of a job. I couldn't do this without a grade 12 diploma. After the job interview i went down to the office of the Minister of Education and applied to write my GED. About a week later i got a phone call from the School Board saying that i had got the job. I explained how i was signed up to write my grade 12 but did not yet have it. The man i spoke to said that once i had showed him that i had passed, I could start working. So here i am. It was easier to come back than i thought.

morning brain

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I am an early bird, up before the sun most days. I am a greens keeper and riding my bike to work at 5:45 am is a wonderful thing. I love when my bike reaches the point where i don't have to pedal anymore. Work is about two hundred and fifty feey lower than by house. I just have to pedal up my block and around the corner. when i get to the corner of the trans-Canada and Kenogami street i just coast and listen as the wind changes from a low whisper to a full out howl.
The downhill portion of my trip has three distinct stages. Number one is the initail speed gathering stage when i am flying past the house with the beautiful giant Alaskan Malamute. Every morning i wake the outdoor guard dogs of terrace-bay. stage two has be leveling of after about six blocks of mid range speed. i race past the abandoned apartment buildings and the empty Navy scouts hall. Stage three involves the most interesting part of the ride. After i pass the Scouts hall I get a real good view of the Slate Islands but I can't look to long as the road turns and really starts to drop fast. At this point i estimate i am travelling at about sixty- five kilometers and hour. On wed morning while traveling my fastest i had to swerve around a rather large black bear. the road is paved as it is the only access to the Terrace bay Beach. if it was gravel i would have a very intimate relationship with Ontario's king of the jungle. The bear was only there to eat wild rhubarb that grows on the side of the road.
After the hill there is about a five hundred yard slowdown zone. it is in this area that i see the black and grey fox who steals golf balls from work. I then spend my day returing the golf course to the way i left on the previous day( that pesky Mother-Nature keeps changing things). During my day I see the two foxes who live on the course. I give one dog cookies, he has earned the name Foxy foxerson. ( dont ask as he is probably a she). The vixen is Red and suede coloured and Hauntingly beautiful as all wild animals are. As i cut the greens I gradually end up with wet feet from the heavy dew that soaks the morning grass. After i have mowed my nine i often stop to enjoy a drink as a large white tail deer runs and bucks in the ninth fairway. after i am done cutting back what grew overnight I get on my bike and start the long and slow ride back up to my wife and son. This trip has only one phase, heart pounding cardio. one the way up I always get angry as i pass the small brook that runs through a culvert under the road. there is always garbage in the water. I stop and pck the bottles out and throw them in the waste bins up the road but every few days there is more. I wish everyone would stop and look around before they threw crap into the tributaries of north-america's largest fresh water reserve. Stupid humans. Animals are so much nicer to mother nature.

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I have been thinking allot about whats in a name. I have a four month old son and he of course carries on my last name. I watched a special on the discovery channel a while ago about tracing the human Genome. The show mostly focused on DNA passed down from mother to daughter. This made me wonder about my last name. How important is it to the world who my father is if the unbroken line of DNA goes back through the mothers side?
It seems like humanity has made a mistake as to which name should be dominant in our family tree.