Thursday, March 23, 2006

One of my favourites

1994 in the spring, at a hospital in Toronto.
Was in the delivery room and was told to leave because they had to do a emergency c-section. Mil was there and she is a nurse so it was reassuring that she said it would be alright.
20-20 hindsight, I was kind of glad not being there, I had a really weak stomach for blood.
Anyway in the waiting room for the duration with my Mom and mil.
The're yapping away and I'm nervously pacing the hallways.
One asks if we picked a name, which we did on the way to the hospital.
They then ignored me and started yapping again.
About 1 hour had passed, but it seemed like forever.
The nurse that kicked me out walked by and I flagged her down.
"Well what did we have?"
She would of walked right by if I didn't get her attention.
She told me a healthy boy, 8lbs 3oz and they would bring him out in a few moments as they had to clean him up.
As my wife was completely out in recovery, I was the first to hold him.
They brought him to me and the first thing I thought of was "I have to hold a baby."
I then held him and looked at him, he looked exactly like me.
A tear welled up in a eye and a big lump in my throat.
Wow, love can be that strong.
I found out that holding your own baby is easy, as is being a parent.
My wife had a rough first week or so and a slow physical recovery to get to her somewhat normal self.
That baby is now my almost 12 year old it manager and almost the same height as his mother.
Oh yea, he still looks like I did at that age.

Friday, March 17, 2006

Happy St. Pat's

I'm not Irish but I enjoy beer, so I had one with dinner. My Irish descent wife is out this evening but she has to drive so I imagine I'll have a sober wife return in around 2 hours or a phone call to pick her up.
I'm betting on the first one!
I've done a family history on both my fathers and mothers' side of the family.
From what I've learned I'm alot English and Scottish, with alittle Welsh thrown in. Grandmother's maiden names are Ramsey and Lockwood, not too Scottish eh?
On the Greatfather's side is Richardson, Crebbin, and Gibson. Just alittle English!
I can't give the wife's ancestory names but I'll give a hint, there are common Irish.
So our son has Irish, Welsh, English, and Scottish. I think that covers the British Isles!
Damn, we even gave him a very Scottish first and middle name and he has a tint of red in his hair.
Anyways I wore a nice green shirt today to celebrate this day. It matches my hazel eyes!

The sportsman show was good and alot of people there wore green. Maybe that was camouflage I saw in the hunting section.
We enjoyed the part on the peregrin falcon and we also saw the largest eagle from around three feet away.
It was also nice not to get up so bloody early and get waken up by my son instead of an alarm.
Tomorrow my wife and her friend (one of the nice ones) go shopping all day and I have free time. I have plans to straighten out the garage and work in the basement alittle.
And sleep alittle, you know a nice little power nap, around 2pm.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

One more work day

I booked Friday off to be with the kid, it is March break here. So tomorrow is my last day of the work week and I'm glad.
I haven't had a long weekend since new years weekend and I'm kind of burnt out.
On our day off, the two of us are going to the sportsman show. We went last year and really enjoyed ourselves and plan to see even more this time.
That and sleep alittle more!

As far as Montreal goes for a tournament, most of the guys who will go are faithful. They just want to drink more than their wives would approve of and maybe go to the ballet.
During these tournaments, it's hockey, drinking, eating, and more, not always in that order. Sometimes the wives don't like the schedule and we don't want to listen, so that's our reason and I'm sticking to it.
We also have to get enough guys there to enter, not as easy as you may think.

I stopped a puck with my bicep yesterday and now I have a purple bruise the shape of a puck. Hurts like hell and I didn't get any sympathy, go figure!

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Trouble with typing

For some reason I'm having trouble typing today.
It's always poor anyways but for some reason it sucks extra today.
I took typing in grade 10 and my teacher was this really gay dude. Until I met his beautiful wife. A cover or the guy is straight, either way I couldn't care. I think he pass me so he wouldn't have to teach me anymore.
In college we had a typing course we had to do and I cheated so I could pass. Didn't break any rules, just bended them to pass and get out of there alive.
So my maximum is 20, maybe 25 words a minute. Thank god for spell check and the computer.

My work week was long, almost 59 hours. The beginning was brutal, I wasn't feeling well and I still managed to make it to work.
On Thursday in my area that I drive, they received alost a foot of snow, which made driving difficult. In the place I pick up my truck, not a trace of snow.
Ahhhhh....... Only a couple of weeks till spring.
I don't care about cold weather for the most part, but snow and ice make my job alittle harder. I do like easy work days, you know , few calls, delays and a nap here and there.

I kind of feeling normal now. Last night my 11 year old came into our room at 3 in the morning complaining of being warm and having a headache. My wife gave him something and he went back to sleep. This morning he's doing a science project at my bil's house (who is a teacher) but I think he may have what I had last weekend.
My wife is at the accountant's right now, which means all will be negative this weekend.
She has to stay positive, otherwise she will drive me nuts.

This week she must have blamed me for all things wrong in her life. After pretending to listen I said to her that I must be evil.(I like that line)
Anyways she's got the winter blahs and it doesn't help when I work as much as I do. She feels overwhelmed with her work load and all things going on during the week with the house and son.
To be honest, I would change positions with her in a minute, not our jobs though.
I like being home and she doesn't as much.