New post. Nothing to say.
Have a great day
Loved
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
May 1 2013
Ha! I didn't forget this time, although it may have been much later. I just laid down with Beata to put her to sleep and almost dozed off myself. No telling how long I would have been gone for.
Last weekend was a great weekend, Marty came to town to play a private party at one of the businesses here and the owner invited us to join in. We had a great visit Friday when he stopped at our place before heading to Mike's for the night. Him and Mike also visited Rob and I at a job we were doing Saturday and the four of us went for lunch together. Saturday night was his gig and we enjoyed some great music and some shuffling around to the beat.
April 30 gave us another substantial snow fall so it'll be awhile before it's totally gone but the spring is going to feel great.
Have a terrific day
Loved
Last weekend was a great weekend, Marty came to town to play a private party at one of the businesses here and the owner invited us to join in. We had a great visit Friday when he stopped at our place before heading to Mike's for the night. Him and Mike also visited Rob and I at a job we were doing Saturday and the four of us went for lunch together. Saturday night was his gig and we enjoyed some great music and some shuffling around to the beat.
April 30 gave us another substantial snow fall so it'll be awhile before it's totally gone but the spring is going to feel great.
Have a terrific day
Loved
Monday, April 1, 2013
April 1
Not so late this time.
Once again, I made it through the month without any injuries, major ones anyways. There have been a few who are expressing disapproval of me being on my roof to remove snow. They state they are worried I might fall off and hurt myself, however, if they were paying attention they would notice that my feet would hit the snow before my behind left the building. Yep, my drifts are that high.
The son has a bit of work to do around my place.
Have a great day
Loved
Once again, I made it through the month without any injuries, major ones anyways. There have been a few who are expressing disapproval of me being on my roof to remove snow. They state they are worried I might fall off and hurt myself, however, if they were paying attention they would notice that my feet would hit the snow before my behind left the building. Yep, my drifts are that high.
The son has a bit of work to do around my place.
Have a great day
Loved
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Forgetful
I was just showing Mia her birthday greeting on the blog and realized I missed a March entry. We are dealing with a little bit of snow here but I'm not using that as an excuse, I simply forgot. I don't attribute it to getting older. Age doesn't seem to have affected me much as long as you speak a little louder and stand closer so I can see who you are.
Have a great day
Loved
Have a great day
Loved
Saturday, February 2, 2013
February 2013
I hate cutting grass. I used to say I'd rather shovel snow off the driveway 5 times a week rather than cut grass once a week. That was during the winters I had to shovel it maybe a dozen times throughout the winter. This winter , now that I've been shovelling 5 times a week, and am running out of places to put it so I'm heaving it over 6 foot high banks, I'm changing my mind. I'd rather cut the grass. I'm actually looking forward to it, really, and I'm hoping it happens real soon.
Have a great day
Loved
Monday, December 31, 2012
January 1 , 2013
Happy New Year
I didn't quite make it through Dec without a mishap. I finished work in November and decided I wasn't the man my boss needed for that job, so I will no longer be driving a gravel truck from April to November. I am unable to retire so I've managed to latch onto two jobs to help make the ends meet. It was during my second job when the mishap occured. On December 3rd, two days after visiting Las Vegas (the luck I had down there should have been a clue), I was tiling a house and was carrying a bucket of cut tiles down stairs when I lost my footing at the bottom of the stairs. The brain is an amazing thing, in the micro second during the fall, my brain, being good at geometry, calculated the exact angle my foot needed to be at to land squarely on the floor thus preventing a sprained or broken ankle. Unfortunately, during that calculating it neglected to tell my arm about the unfinished newel post it was about to collide with. You guessed it, big gash from wrist to forearm, and, the house is out of town so no emergency room visit available. Not to worry, I have some clean rags for grouting and a roll of duct tape, hey, and not that dollar store tape or Canadian Tire red tag special, this is the good stuff. I have a couple marble clamps with me so they can close up the gash while I wind some tape around it. Voila! As good as a gashed arm in duct tape. I took the rest of the day off and drove myself home before my brain got over the shock and realised I was in pain. Once home, the demerol tricked it into thinking I still wasn't in pain.
Now, I knew when I duct taped my arm I would have a wee bit of trouble getting it off so was prepared to wait a few days for the adhesive to lose some of it's strength. I managed to scrape it off before midnight mass Christmas Eve, took a little bit of hair with it, that's ok, it matches my head now. The gash had welded itself shut, the arm itself looked a bit aged. If they ever use Regina to shoot an episode of "The Walking Dead" they could use my arm for a zombie arm, no make up required. I wear long sleeves now. Not because of my arm, it's damn cold here, what were you thinking, it's January for heaven's sake.
I was watching a movie the other day and a father told his son to have a great day at school, his mother said that was too much preasure to put on him so his father said...
Have the day you have
Loved
I didn't quite make it through Dec without a mishap. I finished work in November and decided I wasn't the man my boss needed for that job, so I will no longer be driving a gravel truck from April to November. I am unable to retire so I've managed to latch onto two jobs to help make the ends meet. It was during my second job when the mishap occured. On December 3rd, two days after visiting Las Vegas (the luck I had down there should have been a clue), I was tiling a house and was carrying a bucket of cut tiles down stairs when I lost my footing at the bottom of the stairs. The brain is an amazing thing, in the micro second during the fall, my brain, being good at geometry, calculated the exact angle my foot needed to be at to land squarely on the floor thus preventing a sprained or broken ankle. Unfortunately, during that calculating it neglected to tell my arm about the unfinished newel post it was about to collide with. You guessed it, big gash from wrist to forearm, and, the house is out of town so no emergency room visit available. Not to worry, I have some clean rags for grouting and a roll of duct tape, hey, and not that dollar store tape or Canadian Tire red tag special, this is the good stuff. I have a couple marble clamps with me so they can close up the gash while I wind some tape around it. Voila! As good as a gashed arm in duct tape. I took the rest of the day off and drove myself home before my brain got over the shock and realised I was in pain. Once home, the demerol tricked it into thinking I still wasn't in pain.
Now, I knew when I duct taped my arm I would have a wee bit of trouble getting it off so was prepared to wait a few days for the adhesive to lose some of it's strength. I managed to scrape it off before midnight mass Christmas Eve, took a little bit of hair with it, that's ok, it matches my head now. The gash had welded itself shut, the arm itself looked a bit aged. If they ever use Regina to shoot an episode of "The Walking Dead" they could use my arm for a zombie arm, no make up required. I wear long sleeves now. Not because of my arm, it's damn cold here, what were you thinking, it's January for heaven's sake.
I was watching a movie the other day and a father told his son to have a great day at school, his mother said that was too much preasure to put on him so his father said...
Have the day you have
Loved
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Dec 1
Deanie and I just returned from Las Vegas today. I really can't put into words the experience, we took in a couple of shows, LOVE -Cirque du Soleil and Jersey Boys, both were exciting shows. We walked a total of 47 miles along the strip in the 4 and one half days we were there, had some really great dining experiences. I admired the the amazing hotel and casino floors and envied the installers who got to work on them. We got a lot of Fun and enjoyable slot play on a limited budget and I kept an 18 cent voucher to cash out on our last morning so the slots didn't completely tap me out, but I ended up donating it to the homeless on our last stroll down the strip. So I have to say Vegas broke me, but, boy, what a great time, and the weather was super. Intense is a good word for it, it is good to be home.
Have a great day.
Loved
Have a great day.
Loved
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