So I just bought a new house.  As long as the inspection is clean I'll be a slumlord as of mid-June.  It's a duplex right across the street from my folks back in Montreal.  It's was pricier than I wanted to pay but at the same time well worth the money.  I'll have people renting it out while I'm still away in Alberta, so that will pay for most of the mortgage and associated expenses. 
The best thing about living across from my parents when I move back is that I won't have to cook for myself anymore, not that I do much now. 

Pictures coming soon

Ziggy

I've been up to a fuck load of nothing recently.  Lots of video games and... well... nothing. 

There have been a few days of note, though. 

St-Patty's Day:  Lots of incriminating pictures, 7 people in a Civic, open beers in a Civic, green beers in a Civic, me sober and on call, more incriminating pictures, 1 ho-bag, plenty of drama, 1 horse whip, a "few" drinks, too many cigarettes, 2 bars, 3 house parties, some unsolicited groping, darts mixing with drunk people, 1 man-whore, 1 eviction, 1 awkward moment, followed by other awkward moments, me sober, 1 very pissed off roommate, 100+ kms of rides to and from various locations, some more drama, 1 sprained ankle, several red asses.  The memories:  Priceless.

This weekend in Grande Prairie:  1100 kms,  1.5 tanks of gas, 299 dead spartans, many a beer,  3+ dumb-ass bouncers, 9 hours of sleep over 3 days, 1 night at the Corral, too much money spent, 1 sore back, 2 hotel rooms, 1 lumberjack slam, 1 box of donuts, 1 Timmy's coffee,  1 roll up the rim, nice weather, and more.

8-3?  8-3?  Goddam.

Since the last time I posted the following things have happened to me:

Lost half my demerit points
Quit smoking
Broke my laptop
Quit smoking
Watched  lots of porn
Fixed my laptop
Quit smoking
Watched some more porn
Kicking ass in the hockey pool with people I don't even know
Been on call 20 out of 31 days
Quit smoking

Well that's all I can think of for now so... yeah... that's it. 

Ziggy

Glenn Healy should be punched in the face.  Multiple times.

Well, I finally did it, I got my license.  That's right after driving illegally for over a year, 25,000Kms, 2 accidents, 1 speeding warning (why I didn't get busted I don't know but... yay), countless hours behind the wheel, 1 dead deer, 3 road trips, 2 flat tires, 4 provinces, lots of burnouts, and the list goes on.

Now I can speed and not worry about getting my truck impounded. 

Next step:  new car.  I've finally decided to get rid of my piece of shit truck and buy a brand spankin' new car.  My choice you ask?  A 2006 Honda Civic EX.  All the options and triple the gas mileage.  Can't wait. 

Oh, and Jon, if you say "told you so" I'm gonna make a trip to VanCity just to bitch slap you.  

Booooo domestics, yayyy imports.

Ziggy

I am completely and utterly devoid of any inspiration for this blog.  I'll post again when I have something.

Fuck Microsoft.  Fuck' em.  I tried to cancel a subscription through them and lo and behold they don't like it when you do that.  The links they have to the cancel page just bring you back to the same pages all the time.  Then when I finally found the right page, it said I needed my account info to call them with but they didn't have a phone number posted.  Fuckers.  So I sent them an e-mail telling them that if they didn't cancel my suybscription I was going to lodge a complaint with the Better Business Bureau.  I probably will anyways just for the hell of it.  Fuckers. 

So my boss is retarded.  She called me at 12:30 to confirm that no I wasn't going to the conference, as I had expected.  So, I cancelled all my reservations and cursed her a few times.  Five minutes later, guess what?  That's right.  I can go.  I had to call the hotel and beg for them to uncancel my reservations which fortunately enough they did.  Now, it's nearly 1 pm and I have a 12 hour drive ahead of me.  Fuckin A. 

A few thousands dead bugs, 2 tanks of gas, 1100kms, and one dead black furry thing (sorry buddy) and it's 1 am and I'm just getting to my hotel.  The only good thing about the whole ride was the hitchhiker who rolled a joint and passed it over.  Hit the spot it did. 

On a happier note, I saw The Da Vinci Code today.  It has confirmed my suspicion that Ron Howard has yet to make a movie worth watching.  I laughed when I should have been on the edge of my seat, guessed the ending before half way through the movie (without having read the book), was not at all impressed by the corny special effects, and so on.  The retarded plot was beyond, well, retarded.  I'm just glad I saw the movie.  It saved me the extra hours it would have taken me to realize the book sucked ass.  Only 2 and a half hours wasted as opposed to days. 

202.  I still like onions.
203.  I was supposed to get tattooed this weekend, but alas.
204.  I need a vacation.
205.  I no longer have dreads.  Now I'm bald.
206.  I miss getting stoned with Avere. 
207.  Lebyn is an awesome dog. 
208.  I'm still an insomniac.
209.  I hate the town I live in.
210.  I drive a 99 Durango
211.  I miss Churchill
212.  I'm done

Half the reason I left Churchill was because I was on call 24/7.  And now, it's happening again. We are so short of staff these days that I've been on call more than twice as much as I should be.  And I've had to work in Fort Vermilion.  Nice. 

I have to admit I don't mind the extra cash but this sucks.  I'm on call for the long weekend which means no partying.  And it's gonna get worse.  Another one of the techs is going to be quitting soon and that means I'll be the only x-ray tech left.  Again. 

So Touls, learn from me, again, call sucks.  Not getting paid for being on call sucks worse.  And wakeing up in the wee hours of the morning to talk to a hysterical patient sucks worse than being on call. 

On a side note:  to all the nurses out there who call in techs, if you want to keep them happy give them a little phone sex before they have to come in.  They'll appreciate it.  Ignore this if you're a dude.  They will most definitely not appreciate. 

Ziggy

Don't get me wrong, I love summer.  But damn the sun and it's long hours.  The sun is just setting here and its almost 11 pm.  It's impossible to sleep when it's broad daylight out.  I'll be watching tv, look outside and think to myself it's only like 8 but, oh no, it's fuckin 11. And it's light by 4.  Fuckin hell.

I've always had trouble sleeping and the sun is just making it worse. 

Ziggy

So now I have 4 days off.  After working 4 after being away for 10.  Is life sweet or what. 

Plans for this weekend?  Watching the Edmonton-Anaheim series with the usual copious amounts of beer.  The I get to go over to Steve's, probably hung over, and help him landscape his backyard.  He's renting a bobcat and doesn't want to drive it himself so I get to.  I'm looking forward to getting behind the wheel (or in this case levers) and see how long it takes me to destroy something.  Cuz you know it's going to happen. 

Props O' The Day:  The Oilers.

Douchebag Du Jour:  People who say "no hard feelings?"  Of course hard feelings, douchebag.  You're a douchebag, Douchebag!

Ok.  So my internet is up and running again after nearly two interminable months. 

Update:  Hockey rocks.
Carolina can suck my balls. 
The Oilers rock. 
Karla is Props O' The Day in Permanence #3.  Mostly cuz I can't say no to a sexy lady.  It's not physically possible.
Summer rocks.
Mosquitoes suck balls, not just blood.
Gas prices, booooo.  Biking yeaaahhh.
And so on...

I'll come back with a real post in the very near future.