Hello, I'm Embarassed

This new position Kiri and I have? Yeah...just a little embarrassing.

But whateves, we ain't gonna complain. There's potential here for a pay raise!

Ping Ponged

And now, I'm back to doing what I was supposed to be doing.

One problem: I still don't know where and when I'm supposed to start. Oh, and training would be nice as well

* * *

Life sometimes throws you a curveball when all you've been getting are fastballs up until this point. Do you take the pitch? Do you swing and try to hit it? Do you just swing and miss on purpose? Or do you let it just hit you if it's coming your way?

Yes. Yes, you do

It Could Be Worse...

...I could have no job.

I guess a Rozzy walk and a sleep was all it took? Change your attitude boy, your life is great!

Well That's Frustrating Yet Again

Hate it when I'm told I'm doing something at work, and then get ready for it by clearing my schedule, and then told, "sorry, you're not doing that anymore".

I was really looking forward to the change. I hope I don't have to go back.

Crap

You Need A Supervisor?

Well, according to my division at work, I am one?

So I've been seconded to be a "Supervisor" at the H1N1 Flu Clinics. At first I thought it was going to be back-up shifts, where I'm just covering for someone who may be sick. We had a meeting today. What did I find out?

Oh, just that I'll be working on a "cycle" where it's essentially every other weekend (and that's not overtime). And how long will this cycle be for? Oh, just until Christmas.

So essentially I'm not going to be in my regular office for the time being. And the funny thing, at least to me, is that the people I will be reporting to was under the impression that I already was a Supervisor. Ha! Screw-up!

You know what though? I think I'm excited about it. Change baby, change!

Another Reason To Have Kids?

When work is really crappy and you don't want to think about it, you have a reason to come home.

At least, that's my romanticized version of the joys of kids.

Not that we're having any anytime soon or anything. We're getting a dog first. Sharon said we could get one once the kitchen is done! Yehey!

The X-Man Cometh!

So happy...we've officially entered into a new generation in our family! And not only that, the Marquez name lives on (not that there was really any pressure or anything).

Meet Xavier Frank Marquez, born Nov. 8/09 at 5:17pm at Oakville Hospital:

This type of cross-racial pollination will lead to beautiful children

For example, this guy

Please note, it's highly doubtful ours are going to look like that. We're hoping ours has a "good personality"

I'm Polly

So I worked at the flu clinic today, and felt quite like a talking parrot (in the sense I was repeating myself over and over with the same message to the over-worried crowd). It was somewhat okay. At first I was annoyed (as with most things), but eventually it died down.

I got to talking with two police officers who were young (and I ascertained at the end of the shift that the woman was gay. How did I know? She was checking out the same girl that the male cop was checking out. It was actually quite entertaining), which kind of made the time pass by.

We played a game where we predicted the people who were going to the wrong line-up, which was altogether too easy. There was an "anti-aging show/clinic" at the hall next door. The people who went to that show had a certain look to them. That look? "Cougarish"

What's On Your Forehead?

Mine says "sucker" on it.

I don't know how I got suckered into accepting this position for the flu clinics (where there is the potential to work evenings and weekends). Luckily I don't have kids? Oh well, overtime money for the kitchen in the hizzay!

* * *

Argay is coming over tonight to watch the Raps game. I wonder if he also forgot how to "hang out"...lol

(Holy crap I need more friends)

Attack Of The Solski Kids

We had a pleasant visit from these cute half-breeds last night:

I'm awesome at making kids laugh. They're laughing, not crying. Really.

Ruthie is just the crazy. How many does she have now? I think I lost count.

I'm not sure how their visit effected Sharon; whether it swung her to the "okay, let's have kids!" side or the "I'm getting my tubes lasered" side

Some?

Was thinking:

I've mostly lived my life "all or nothing". You know, part of my bi-polarness where it has to be everything or nothing at all.

Why come I can't live with "some"? What's wrong with grey in a black and white world?

What the hell am I talking about/thinking anyway?

(excuse the non-sequitur)

Omega Problem

So I've been taking these Wild Salmon/Fish Oils Omega-3 Pills for my "health" the past year or more. Three a day, to be specific. And I'm going to have to believe that it's working.

For the past few weeks, whenever I played basketball in the morning, I've noticed that some of the guys really stank. Inevitably, their sweat would end up on me, and thus, I stank.

Today, I was doing stairs (running up and down them), which lead to some crazy sweating. And then I smelled it again. This time, I didn't have anyone to blame. CRAP! It was me!

I'm blaming those damn pills. It seems like I'll just have to learn to live...with the smell

What De Point Of Alarm?

I set my alarm clock for 5:03am during the weekdays. Yet, I always wake up at 4:46am.

It's very annoying

Always Kills Me

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ytCEuuW2_A

I don't know why. Maybe it reminds me a lot of my jokes?

Hurl Your Abuse At Me...

...and you'll get reported in the Brampton Guardian: http://www.northpeel.com/news/article/79611

Needless to say, it was quite a long day today at the clinic as I played the role of "communicator". What does that entail? As Tony succinctly put it (as he was also a communicator at the other clinic), "we were thrown to the wolves". We were the suckers who had to announce to everyone that the vaccine was late, the amount of time they would be waiting, getting the brunt of the complaints because the nurses/supervisors/managers wouldn't go out, etc.

Understandably, people are quite upset when they wait 6 hrs. plus to get a flu-shot. But it shouldn't be a case of kill the messenger, right? Why come they couldn't get mad at the message? Do they even realize that their "taxes they are paying" doesn't really amount to much when it comes to what is contributed towards Public Health?

Not that I cared too much. I just smiled, nodded, stayed polite and drifted off to a dreamworld in my head as I pretended I was paying attention to them.

I even forgoed a lunch, and was so tired at the end of the day that I even skipped my soccer game. Thank goodness I'm not there the rest of the week, unless I work that overtime Saturday shift

For Savings, I Think I'm Blowing It

Ever forget to turn your clocks back during this time of year, and then when you wake up you realize it's earlier than usual?

Awesome!

(Hell, I already wake up earlier than usual. And by "usual" I mean "Sharon". So now I have another hour of wasting my time/life on the Internet!)

What Up Now Check Engine Light

I love it when my car gets fixed. By me. I'm such an auto-mechanic.

(all it took was a new gas cap and taking out the battery, but still, the effort was there. And to think, Toyota was trying to charge me $350 to replace an unnecessary part)

* * *

After nine big brown bags of leaves, I've decided to chop these trees down. Well, not really, and I think I actually secretly enjoy raking

* * *

Spent the day putting up decorations that I'm hoping the kids won't break. My wife is so "festive".

Sharon just gave candy to a kid that was wearing a Rona Leaf Bag. Apparently it brought back bad memories of when she was a kid and her costume consisted of a garbage bag (which, by the way, I'm never supposed to mention because it's a really, really sore point for her in her life. Now that I just mentioned it, I'm pretty sure she's gonna be a little upset with me. But I can't help it, it was so funny to me and still is...I haven't stopped chuckling yet)

There Goes The Season!

So the Raps lost again. And...deflated.

(I don't overreact at all)

* * *

Sometimes, errrr, most times, I daydream too much. What happens when fantasy becomes all too real?

Sometimes, it's not what you think and it actually turns out crappy and you're left feeling disgusted.

Which is why living in the reality world is much better for everyone involved.

(What the crap am I babbling about? Man I'm tired...I better sleep)

It's Just One Game

But man, if the Raps play like the way they did yesterday, two things would be certain:

1. I'm going to have a heart attack quarter by quarter

2. They would be 82-0 (perceptive, I know)

Sorry Bubba, the season will be done in, ummm...7 months or so

It's Rapture Time Again

So tonight is the season-opener for the Raps, and marks my 15th year in a row I've been addicted to them.

Sure they're gonna lose, but I'm a ride or die dude.

One catch: I'm gonna watch them after I take my weekly walk with Rozzymaboo

H1N1 PUNCH

So I gots myself the H1N1 flu shot today.

And now? Feels like someone punched my arm. Or it's like a pig kicked me on the arm. Really hard.

But I ain't complaining cause I don't want this swine to kill me

Wow...When Work Sucks...

...sometimes it really sucks. I hope I'm jumping to conclusions here, but if the person whom I think is taking my partner's mat leave is indeed that person, then CRAP.

I need to win the lottery or something

Yum Yum Dim Sum With Some Chinese Drama

Met up with Kiran, Aly, Trannifer and Mikey at Sun Sun Dim Sum, where we had an MSGrrrrrreat time.

Afterwards, we went into one of the shops there because Sharon wanted to buy flip flops for our house for guests. While there, all of a sudden there was this loud screaming; we looked up and saw this 80+ year old man screaming at the lady owner at the top of his lungs. Oh, and he wasn't screaming in Chinese...he was screaming in Engrish. "F$#$% YOU YOU STUPID B$#@! YOU ARE A F@$%#$ STUPID B$@#^#$%!!! GO CALL THE POLICE! ARE YOU SCARED YOU STUPID F@#$%^$# B%$#@^?!?" He then proceeded to almost hit her, but one of the guys there was restraining him. He was apparently really upset he couldn't get a refund. The lady started screaming back at him, "YOU ARE A DIRTY MAN WITH A DIRTY MOUTH!"

At no point did it occur to me that I should've videotaped this incident with my cell phone, because the sheer entertainment of it is something I won't forget. Of course Sharon wanted to leave, but how the hell could I walk out on that? Eventually, the owners gave him a new product and he left. It was quite, quite awkward in the store afterwards with all the other customers (obviously), but I was still left entertained.

So anyway, we went to Canadian Tire afterwards to buy some stuff (fire extinguisher for the kitchen and I finally got myself a cheap Santoku Knife) and then to Dixie Mall where we bought, well...nothing much (as an aside, I didn't realize how ghetto that mall was. Have you seen the people who shop there? And then I realized, wait, that means we're ghetto too). Well I did get a big feedbag of kettle corn popcorn. Yup...ghetto

Rakeish

(Stop me if you've heard this before)

Nice thing living in an older neighbourhood: big, beautiful mature trees

What kind of sucks: raking four big bags of leaves, and realizing that half the leaves still haven't fallen yet

* * *

Just went to Swiss Chalet with the fam for Conrad's birthday. Holy crap, just realized that in a few weeks from now, a new member will be joining us. Can't wait for Gil and Marie's baby to arrive!

Funny How Life Goes

You meet people through fate and circumstances beyond your control. Some come, most go, either way they become some sort of influence on your life whether good or bad.

Why am I being contemplative right now?

Perhaps because I'm gay. Not in the homosexual way, but just gay.

Gotta stop daydreaming...

Is It The Pig Flu?

Muscles sore, fatigue, slight cough...wouldn't be surprised.

Or maybe I'm just really tired and the soreness was as a result of working out and the cough due to something in my throat. I'm pretty sure it could be that as well.

* * *

Dang "check engine" light just went on. I wonder what it could mean

Overworked, Underpaid

Oh, you didn't think I was talking about me, did you? Please, if anything I'm Underworked, Overpaid.

I was talking about my wife. I feel so bad for her...she works so many hours. For instance, she is currently on her way up to Kincardine because she has a program there early tomorrow morning. I mean, sure, it lets me be a "bachelor", but it sucks when it's at her expense.

We did, however, take advantage of one thing from her work: since it's considered she's traveling, she was able to buy us dinner on their expense. Mucho-Burrito-Score!

I'm Not Good At Naps

So for one reason or another, I took a 38 minute nap this afternoon. I woke up in a daze, groggy, stanky breath, arm numb, feeling gross because I was still in work clothes.

And then I remembered why I'm not good at taking naps anymore.

I am a little disconcerted though that my ability to go with little sleep (5-6 hrs./night) may be diminishing as I get older. But I think it's all in my head, despite all the yawning and general feeling of lethargy.

It may have something to do with the fact that it's still dark at 7:30am, but the good ol' Canadian winters are a coming. Damn SADD...

Rakeish

Know what I find taxing sometimes about owning a home (aside from the actual property taxes)? Raking leaves. It seems all so...futile. Much like shovelling.

* * *

Soccer game at 10:40pm tonight. Yargh

Mexxed Out

Looks like I went a shopping again, but I'm gonna blame this one on Melodie (as I always have to find a scapegoat).

Was bored, so I called my go-to (as Argay is in Montreal). We were supposed to go to PacMall, but went to Eastgate instead (arteries clogged as a result of Shrimp in Lobster Sauce on fried noodles). Mel was saying she wanted to look for computer speakers, so we ended up at Winners (of course).

Bought shoes there. So I figured, "hey, let's go to Dixie Mall!" While there, we went to the Mexx Outlet, and I found three blazers at $19.99 each (regular prices: $229.00, $129.00, $129.00). Score! But now I have to get the sleeves shortened at almost the same price as the blazers (damn short, stumpy limbs).

So after feeling bad I spent all sorts of money, I do what I always do afterwards: tried to be productive when I got home. So, I cleaned my car, caulked the laundry tub and declogged the bathtub (hair + old shampoo + old soap scum = all sorts of horrible smells).

Now then, I will continue watching "Zack and Miri Make A Porno" (which, like "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" is already quite funny)

That's Wii-eak

So I went to my parents house yesterday, and found out they got a Wii. Man, even they have one? We did have one (briefly, for 1 day and it wasn't even taken out of the box), but our bank account thought the better of it.

Then I found out why my parents got one: for Wii Fit. Good first start. The problem though? They haven't actually gotten the Wii Fit yet, and they've had the Wii for a while now. Very typical of my parents

Window Installer I'm Not

After spending a day installing the garage window (thanks to some miraculous weather on my day off...last day off of the year at that due to this whole H1N1 Crap. That's right, with a capital "C"), what did I learn?

-it's prolly better to have someone else install it

-or rather, it's prolly better to have someone else measure the damn window measurements to ensure that the window fits so that you don't have to make all these alterations

-wearing protective goggles is not overrated. Let's just say I was about 2 mm away from losing my left eye. No joke; I have a scar to prove it. And here I was thinking my glasses would do the trick. But seriously, I totally saw it coming, and then it happened. And why the hell does small metal fragments always seem to end up at or near the eyeball? wtf?

-everytime I think I got something down pat (as in fixing something), there's inevitably a little blip. For example, after thinking I measured the frame for the window correctly with enough space for expansion/contraction between it and the window itself, what happens? the top is snug (thereby I can't put any of that foam in-between it). Oh well, let's just really hope the glass doesn't crack

-oh, and why the hell do I always get hurt when I'm doing something like this? Banged my knee against the ladder pretty hard, the aforementioned eye-incident, and my thumb getting the brunt of a collision between it and a drill bit

-spray foam: says not to get it on your hands as it could get messy. My hands: got spray foam on it

Either than that, I'm not quite done yet; I still have to caulk around the outside. Hope the weather holds up tomorrow

Quite The Anniversary Knight

Cause we went to Medieval Times! (Get it? Clever, I know)

Luckily my wife really enjoyed the surprise. Couple of things I wondered while watching the show:

-how exactly do they recruit these guys that play the knights, and is growing your hair Fabio-style a prerequisite?

-how much do they get paid?

-was that black dude that played a Knight considered historically accurate?

-imagine how much better the atmosphere would've been if the arena wasn't only half-full?

-was that photographer who kept asking us to buy his crappy photos considered a Medieval Latino?

-when the horses were doing their tricks, did anyone else think that they looked like they were having seizures?

-do the people there like their jobs, or do they feel ridiculous/degraded play-acting?

-did I really just eat half a chicken?

Either than that, good times!

So When I Get My Own Dog...

...does this mean my weekly walks with Rozzymaboo will come to an end?

Nonsense! I'll just walk the two of them at the same time.

Mind you at the rate I'm going, Rozzy will be 9 years old?

(Sharon, I want a dog)

* * *

What says anniversary better than ordering in Pizza Hut? They should put a warning label on it though, cause the damn pizza will kill you. Do you know how oily it was? I couldn't wake up this morning because all that oil made me sluggish. Reminded me of, well, me, all those years ago. Ridonk!

But the anniversary ain't done yet: tomorrow comes the surprise portion of the celebration

Happy 2 My Love

Can't believe we're at 2 as we both agreed...it feels so much longer.

Love you Bubba

Eating Like It's 1999

Crap, I ate way too much this weekend. Sure it was Thanksgiving, but this was just ridicurous.

Just to put it in perspective: I ate three turkey meals today alone. I think I'm going to fast this week and hit the gym/run. Ummm...yeah, let's see how well that goes

* * *

What says Thanksgiving better than putting up Christmas lights? Nothing, apparently, in our household

* * *

Found out Gord and Hannah are moving by the end of this year. Crappers...they were nice ones. We are helping them move already: we bought their old bikes.

Hope the new neighbours are just as nice

Window To Oh Crap

So I bought this window from the Ho Depot for my garage that I thought I could install myself. I think I can, but dammit, it's gonna take a whole lot of extra work to get it done.

Fargin-hargin...it's going to involve me reframing the entire opening for the window. So I had to go buy extra materials, make all these measurements (again), ponder and think how I'm going to actually go abouts doing it, etc. and now I can't actually get to it because we're going for Thanksgiving dinner at my parents place (well, a Chinese restaurant anyway; what says Thanksgiving better than Chinese food?).

I really hope it doesn't rain tomorrow

Thanks Happygiving!

So we whited it up last night for Thanksgiving with a few peeps: Mistie, Arfeli, Merv, Hershey and the baby Mateo. Had a stuffed turkey, veggies, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberry sauce, freshly made multi-grain bread (with butter, of course), salad and an ice cream cake to boot. The only thing missing was macaroni and cheese, but you can't have it all.

We even had Beevy hang with us via Google video chat. I thought it was funny when Nina and Ryan came over and saw us doing that. Ryan must've thought, "wtf? is this how they party? With a computer? My girlfriend has the coolest friends." At least, that's what I was thinking he was thinking.

Good times!

Oh, and Argay: welcome to the club that I thought only BeeJ and I populated...LOL

(let's be honest here, I'm not that surprised that one of these days he'd eventually catch on that we're big jerks to him. I won't even try to defend my actions because it's not like I could say/do anything that would make it seem that I was anything but. He makes it easy with the way he acts, and quite frankly I'm not a bigger man to overlook it. I do feel bad that I hurt him, but what's done is done and the only thing I could do is try to go forward being more "nicer" if I ever see him again)

There Goes The Neighbour(hood...Well, Sorta)

So thus far we've been feeling pretty lucky having some pretty good neighbours. They are both retired and somewhat approachable; which can be both good and bad.

Good: they are always home. We (naively) feel like our house is constantly being "watched after". One of them approached us about doing this fence replacement, which we jumped on (it's always good when your neighbours are willing to spend money to make the surroundings look better.

Bad: they are always home. Bad in the sense that at least one of them has "too much time to think".

Here's the gist: we had old landscaping rocks that we gave to one of them (think 85 x 20 lbs. rocks), as he said he was going to use them. Well, our fence thus far is 95% complete (bad weather makes it hard to finish up). I think he was expecting it done the day after the posts were dug (which is retarded). He also fought with the fence builders over stupidness because he felt like they were trying to rip us off (they weren't).

So seeing as how it's two weeks in to the fence build, we hypothesize that he is at home, impatient, and had too much time to think. To the point that he got so annoyed he threw all the landscaping rocks over the fence into my backyard.

Needless to say, I was quite pissed off when I got home and discovered this. I had to move all those rocks because this old stupid retard was prolly acting really childish and threw a hissy fit. wtf? We've been nothing but perfect neighbours to them. They should be so lucky.

So I was talking to the wife about it and how I was going to essentially be childish myself and make enemies with him. She told me, rather rationally, that thus far they have been good neighbours and that one incident like this shouldn't spoil it. Plus, we haven't exactly talked to him yet, so we don't know what his thought process was behind his stupidness. Damn logic.

Blah. If only we had neighbours who were like us (at least, that's what I would like to think). At least the other old guy is perfectly normal

* * *

The Doctors Mistie is coming to town. We're gonna have a traditional manga-cake Thanksgiving party tomorrow, complete with turkey, stuffing, gravy and bread. Dandy!

Let's Break Other People's Houses!

So I decided to take my very limited handyman skills and my tools (think Dr. Huxtable in the Cosby Show) to another person's house. In this case, it was Paresh, as he had caulking to do in his tub (he didn't know how to) and he needed a ceiling fan installed.

Six hours later, it was actually done. I really wanna do my kitchen now; I think the renovation bug is really back

Let's NBA!

It's the start...Raps ball is back! Well, pre-season anyway, but I hope it's not going to be a long season. So far, Reggie Evans is the new JYD and I'm liking his hustle.

* * *

Why are onions so harsh? Cutting them, I cry. Eating them raw, it's stingingly bitter. Only thing they're good for is sauteing them in butter or deep frying them with batter

I'm Physic

So I had this premonition this morning that I would be spraining my ankle pretty soon. I played basketball afterwards, and sort of tweaked the right ankle.

Then I just played my soccer game and not only sprained the same right ankle once, but twice (bringing it up to three sprains in one day). Argh.

Why can't I have a premonition that I am going to win the lottery?

My Father Is Funny Pt. 56

Talking about Joshua, our family friend going into University: "He looks like a Korean"

Me: "Why?"

Dad: "Because all his friends are Korean people"

(I wonder what my Dad would say he looks like if he hung out with Jamaican people)

Good Times With The Camara's

Went to Team Tabico's new place for dinner. Holy crap, can you say awesome-nice house? It's given me a few ideas for our house.

Oh, and he had lobster and crab and shrimp there. Hucking good

Working At Reality

Trying to quell the daydreaming for now, not being too successful.

And now, just found myself watching three hours of Forrest Gump. What a Friday!

Daydreaming And I'm Thinking Of...

How about living in reality?

Revelation: I altogether daydream too much. Must pay attention to life at hand