My Hockey Bag

Friday
9:15- Leave house for SFCRA
9:30- Arrive at SFCRA with hockey bag.
10:00 to 11:15- Play hockey while hockey bag sits in dressing room with other hockey bags
Midnight- Arrive home. Drop hockey bag by the stairs and door of house.
12:01am- Eat snack. Hockey bag in living room.
12:30 am-Shower. Hockey bag in living room.
12:45am-Bed. Hockey bed still in living room.
6:00am- Awoken to fussy baby, wake-up wife, go back to sleep. Hockey bag in living room
8:00am- Awoken by boy who walks into room. Hockey bag in living room.
8:10am- Go downstairs with boy eat frosted flakes together. Hockey bag in living room.
8:30am Saturday- 4:00 Wednesday- Continue on with life. Hockey bag remains in living room.



4:01pm Wednesday- At work working. Wife frustrated, moves hockey bag to kitchen.
4:01:30pm Wednesday- 9:14pm Friday. Continue with life. Hockey bag in kitchen
9:15pm Friday- Leave for SFCRA

rib night

Something wicked this way comes

Wella Wella Wella... How are you all? It has been too long. Quick recap.

Food- mini wheats, some mornings I eat cottage cheese with cut up fruit. Why is it that everything tastes better when it is cut up into smaller pieces? Maybe I will try it with the mini wheats.
Wife started making veggie enchilada. It kicks ass. Other than that, nothing much different.

Work- Slowed way down. Start spending money, people! Thankfully didn't have to do anything other than cut and assemble wood. Did some timber work and exterior finishing with Andy and Cristophe (sp?).

Family- Samesies.

Friends- Not really sure. Saw Gord and Janice. Gord's hair is off the charts. Jon Hamm, Dana Hamm at the mall. Have not seen my main squeeze Neil G. though. Tragic, I know.


Moving on.

6:00 Alarm goes off. Hit snooze 3 times.
6:30 Roll out of bed. Eat breakfast, mini wheats.
7:15 Leave for work.
7:33 Arrive at site. Basement developement in Hawks Landing.
7:45 Kevin challenges me to a fight.
7:47 Kevin taps out. I put him into the crucifix and then into an arm bar.
8:00 Start laying out plates. Kevin builds walls, Derek cuts for him. Del builds stairs. Jake looking at another job.
10:00 Coffee. No coffee though. I am not allowed to have actual coffee anymore. Water is still good though. Crackers, banana, granola bars.
10:45 Back to work. Cut and assemble wood.
11:00 Kevin starts beaking off, so I had to beat him into submission.
12:30 Lunch. I ate all of my supper last night, so I took the beans that my dad made for lunch last sunday. I ate them all. Also an apple.
1:30 Back to work. Del decides to join us in the basement.
2:30 I start cutting for Del. Del builds walls. Luckily I was there, because Del made the rookie mistake of mismeasuring stud lengths, and he built the wall 3 inches too tall! What a silly goose! Thankfully I was there to fix his mistake.
1:30-4:00 Del and I make fun of Kevin and Derek. Just for fun.
4:01 Derek threatens to kill one of us to teach the other a lesson, and that it was up to us to decide which was the one to go.
4:02 Del and I go to our trucks to play rock, paper, scissors. We both chose rock. Then we high tailed it outta there before the wrath of Derek "the Cheetah" Downes rained down upon us.
4:25 Arrive home.
5:00 Eat supper. Veggie enchilada! YES! Thanks Hun. (my wife, not Atilla).
6:15 Walk to Blockbuster (TM).
7:30 Feed son snack
7:45 Give son bath
8:00 Put son to bed
9:54 Write this line
10:00 Start watching Fight Club so that I can learn some moves to fend off Derek.
11:46 Shower
12:00 Bed


Well, there it is. I'll see what I can do from here. Don't hold your breath.

Aahhhhumm...

5:45 Wake up. Mad that I only have 15 minutes until alarm goes off. Turn alarm off.
6:30 Get out of bed. Get dressed, go downstairs. Set no land speed records.
6:35 BM.
6:45 Eat breakfast. Sorry Neil, but I had a bowl of Vanilla miniwheats. I will try to spice things up tomorrow morning. Maybe Vanilla miniwheats with cayenne pepper and garlic powder sprinkled on them.
7:05 Start truck. Fiddle around with I-pod (TM) for a bit. Phone beeps. Low battery. Plug in charger to lighter. No work. Fiddle around with that until it works.
7:25 Leave for work. How time flies when you're having fun.
7:55 Arrive at site. Jake bugs me for how late I am. Derek gives me a copy of Highwaymen II. Wind still blowing.
8:30 Roll out. Cristoph (sp?) and I work on dropped ceiling.
10:00 Realize that something is wrong once it is almost done. Fascia is out of level. Jake: "it was level when I put it on". I don't give two peanuts about then, this is now. You ruined Christmas for me, thanks a ton, chisel chest.
10:10 Coffee. Cristoph (sp?) and Derek go into town to get french vanilla's. Bless their hearts. I eat some grapes, carrots, snaps, and a banana.
10:30 They get back with our coffees. Except that they are not true french vanilla's. Rather, they are coffees with the flavor shots in them! Mac's is lucky I don't sue for punitive damages. Maybe I should sue the guys, but I guess they tried their best and failed 50%. Or succeeded 50%, depending on whether you are an optimist or not. I am not.
11:10 Back to work. Start fixing Jake's mistake. Del is prepping the posts and beam, so every now and then I go over to help him flip it over.
11:45 Scottish Jon calls. He needs us back to do some more reno work, blimey boaby. Del has blank look on his face. Nods, says "I had a lovely Robbie Burns day too. Got totally stocious.
12:00 Del hangs up. We practice caber tossin the posts. Robbie knows we will need that skill tomorra.
12:30 Lunch. PB and N sandwich, untoasted. An apple, a granola bar, and some water. Discuss legalizing pot. Well, not really discuss it, more listen to Derek talk about how ballin that would be.
1:30 Back to work. Finish up fixing our little problem.
2:35 Good as new! Back to where we were at 10:00 this morning! Start standing posts.
4:15 RRRRRRRROOOOOOLLLLLLLL UUUUUUUPPPPPPP!!!!! exclaims Andy.
4:15-4:35 Stand around and talk with Del and Andy while everyone else rolls up.
4:45 Leave for home.
5:10 Arrive in Riverdale to pick up tools for tomorra. Aye. Achh. Load up cab of my truck. Wish I had a tonneau cover.
5:58 Arrive home. Put ladder in backyard so no one will take it from the back of my truck. Hope no one will take it from my backyard.
6:00 Post "Protected by Smith and Wesson" sign.
6:30 Eat supper. BBQ'd porkchops and perogies. Thanks me and Honey bunches of oats.
7:30 Feed son snack.
7:50 Give son bath.
8:12 Put son to bed.
8:30 Strip... some wallpaper.
9:30 Surf the ethernet.
10:47 Write this line.
11:00 Shower, s and s and s.
12:45 Bed.

Have a doss night. Achh.

It's a good thing it's not windy. That would make this perfect day really suck.

5:30 Get woken up by the wind.
5:45 Get dressed, eat miniwheats.
6:01 Hear alarm going off. Run upstairs to turn it off before wife turns my life off.
6:50 Start truck. Glad to see it still in the parking lot, feared it would blow away.
7:02 Arrive at Chevy dealership so they can fix my door panel. Jerkwads.
7:05 Get in Adam's 1942 Fargo Pickup. Smells like old people.
7:40 Arrive in Morgan's Rise. Windier out there. 100-105 Km/H winds. -3 feels like -18. We stand around talkin bout cars, dreamin bout women, never had a plan, just livin for the minute.
8:45 Start working. Well, some of us anyways. DEL. JAKE. ANDY. Cristoph (sp?) and I work on the barrel vaults. Derek does backing and strapping. Adam cuts for Kev. Kev works on a walkway through the trusses over the pool room so that people have a way to get to the mechanical room in the attic. Andy, Del and Jake "supervise".
10:05 Coffee. All of us drive to Tim's. Adam and I drove with Del. Some guy in front of us kept slamming on his brakes, so Del decided to teach him a lesson. Del pulled right up on his ass, the guy fingered him, and slammed on his brakes HC this time. Del hit his brakes too, coming within inches of turning this guys Mercedes into a SmartCar. I fingered him, gave him the British wave as well as we drove past him. Adam mooned him. Too bad Del has tinted windows.
11:20 Arrive back at site. Work. Del, Andy, and Jake sit in Jake's truck discussing "work stuff". I call bull crap. They just didn't want to freeze their cahones off.
12:30 Lunch. Spaghetti. Snaps, a banana, an apple, grapes, and baby carrots.
1:35 Back to work. Andy rolls out. Del rolls out. Jake talks on his phone. '
2:13 Jake cuts something with the zipper saw.
2:45 Cristoph (sp?) and I start on the dropped ceiling over the front deck so that Andy can get the timbers in. Andy and Del work the timbers like a sculptor works clay. It is like poetry in motion. They are both so fluid and graceful.
3:30 Derek asks "where is Jake?". Good question my young friend. His truck is gone. Jake has been gone for like, and hour. He better be off getting us coffees.
4:45 He isn't. He is already at home. Del lets out a disheartened "Roll up. I guess."
5:05 Adam drops me off at the dealership. Truck looks brand new. Go in and ask for the keys. They say that if I want that 2009 Duramax 4x4 that's jacked to the moon, I will have to pay for it. I said "you guys are going under anyways, and its only a matter of time before GM liquidates its stock, so lets save the hassle and the paper work and give me the keys". They say no. I say "just put the sign in my truck window and call it even". They say no. I say "fine, you jerkwads" and I storm out of there.
5:15 Arrive home.
5:45 Eat supper. Chicken pot pie. Thanks Hon.
8:00 Feed son snack.
8:20 Give son bath.
8:35 Put son to bed.
8:45 Spill water all over my kitchen floor.
8:45-present Swear. Wife cleans it up because I am blinded by fury. Remember 42 posts ago when I cut all of that MDF for my closets, and I told my wife that I was going to build them right away. Well now those pieces are soaked, because they were sitting unassembled in my kitchen instead of assembled in my closet. SON OF A KJSEf iaHfihasiugh IUHH FIUESIUEGB SDfoiweh fiaj vsdfgasoidh gv beeeeeeepppp WATER!
10:00 Write this line.
10:15 Shower.
10:30 Go to bed.

I don't even want to say good night because I am in such a bad mood, but looking at this screen and picturing all of your smiling faces makes the rage melt away. Sunshine and buttercups.

Will cut and assemble wood for food!

6:00 Alarm goes off. Do the unthinkable. Hit snooze 3 more times.
6:30 Rush around downstairs, pack lunch. Receive text from Del, and I quote "Tims Westhills". NICE!
6:60 Start truck. Scrape windows, face nearly freezes right off. The wind bites and the air burns. And not a warm burn either, but a freezing, nasty burn.
7:32 Arrive at Tims. Andy and Kevin already there. Adam pulled in ahead of me. His 1972 Gremlin looks pretty good in this light.
7:35 Breakfast. Sausage breakfast sandwich and an apple juice. Thank you Mr. Horton.
7:45 Kevin regales us with tales of the Dominican Republic, most of them started with "I was so smashed, but not as smashed as everyone else though...". (Do I need a period after that?). Talk about this and that. Realize that Derek isn't here. Andy calls him, he is at the site. Whoops. Jake was supposed to call him, but apparently Jake had more important things to do.
9:45 Conclude that it looks warmer outside now, so we should head to the site.
10:00 We were wrong. -28 with the windchill. I of course said that it was no problem, and that we should work, because we are men, and we are tough. Response: Guitar Hero! Guitar Hero! Guitar Hero! Guitar Hero! chanted over and over. So we headed to Del's for a rock off.
11:00 Arrive at Del's. ROCK!
12:00 Eat some of my lunch. Grapes, carrots, and a PB and N sandwich.
12:01-4:30 ROCK!
4:30 Call Wife. Tell her I am on my way home, and ask if she could have a nice warm meal ready for me, because I was so exhausted from working all day out in the cold.
5:15 Arrive home. Nice warm meal cooking.
5:30 Eat supper. Baked teriyaki chicken and rice and broccoli. Thanks Snookum Pie.
6:30 Take wife out for a surprise. Drive to YMCA, get gym membership. Nothing says I love you like "hey baby, here's a gym membership".
7:45 Arrive home. Feel in better shape because I now have a gym membership.
7:55 Feed son snack.
8:10 Give son bath.
8:25 Put son to bed.
8:35 Do some dishes.
8:59 Watch some A.D. Only a few episodes though, because I am not in any rush anymore, DEL! (Tears, sobs). Now that your NBF Andy has loaned them to you!
10:00 Surf.
10:48 Write this line.
11:00 Go to bed. That's right, I am not showering because I did not work today. Although, I did break a sweat rocking my face off.
11:30 Shower. Wife says I better, or else find somewhere else to sleep.
11:45 Bed.

Auf Wiedersehen!

P.S. Thanks to all of you who are writing comments. NOT! Only Mysterious Russell, Nacho, and Neil G deserve recognition here.

Another sweet sunday drifts into memory.

7:00 Son wakes up. Try to ignore him. Shut off the monitor. Put in ear plugs. Nothing seemed to work. Persistent little gaffer.
7:45 Get out of bed. Feed son and self and wife. Cheerios and miniwheats. No O.J. today.
8:00-10:30 Play and get ready for church. Wife will not let me wear my Metallica shirt and light jeans with the knees worn out and my plaid shirt tied around my waist. Whatever. I said that I would rather go naked than to go on denying what I truly am. She said fine.
10:40 Arrive at church. People are staring. Give me a break! It is -20 outside! See Neil G. He sees me. Give him the "hey" nod. He returns it. We had a moment.
12:30 Arrive home. Eat lunch. Corn Chowder Soup! Thanks Babes!
1:00-5:00 ????
5:30 Eat supper. Spaghetti witha the meata saucea. Thanks Snuggle Bunches of Oats.
6:54 Wife feeds son snack while I run bath. Need to speed things up in order to avoid a meltdown.
6:56 Wife baths son as I run around like an idiot looking for all his bedtime stuff.
7:06 Put son to bed. Hardly any screaming, on my part.
7:15-8:10 Surf the interweb.
8:15 Watch some A.D. That GOB cracks me up. Will he ever win?
9:00 Get email from my friend Colin. Told me how to get my little blinky thing back. The one on the computer, sicko's.
9:59 Write this line.
10:05 Do my Core Blaster workout. That's right Del. I will take your taunting no more!
10:30 Shower.
10:45 Receive text from Del. Working in Morgan's rise tomorrow. Well, at least I don't have to see Scottish Jon.
11:00 Go to bed.
2:16 Wake up in a panic. Hopefully Derek woke up from the 2x4 to the face, so that I can work him over tomorrow. Thank you, Core blaster 3000!


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