Today is Monday for me I wish I did not have to go to work; this working for a living is under rated and under paid. Not much new with me been watching a lot of TV lately, watched Grey’s anatomy season 1 & 2 which was not too bad at all. Also I am in the mist of watching Lost season 1 and that one is not too bad either I have seen worse. It is kind of nice having an earlier shift having a semblance of a real life is kind of nice. I am not a big fan of getting up early but I do like getting home before 3:00 Am but you cannot have it all now can you? It is starting to get cool out lately and I hope we the same kind of mild winter we had last year, I like this time of year especially when you are walking around outside and the way the leaves crackle when you walk there is something I find deeply satisfying about that for some unknown reason. In a couple of weeks we are getting all new windows and doors which should help with the heating bill the old windows are drafty as hell. We have around 15 windows and 2 doors to replace no small feat indeed. Anyway got to go and start to get ready for work talk to you all later.

I have not been here in quite a bit it seems and I am not sure why that is but that is life I guess, maybe it is just because I do not have much to say or don’t know how to say it. Work, eat and sleep seems like we all get caught in that trap does it not? Only my days off seem to break up the monotony of the week. Other than that not much new going on in my life, I am trying to lose some of the weight I have gained from getting older and from getting a beer belly as well. The beer I have stopped drinking and I do about 5 kilometers on my exercise bike a day and I try to do about 30 sit-ups. Sucks this whole getting older deal to tell you the truth but what are you going to do right?

Last night was fun some quality time just sitting around watching good old TV while it rained outside. I am not sure about you but there is something I love about being inside and hearing the rain beat against the window. I find the sound comforting and I am not sure why strange hunh? The only thing that beats it is when I am in bed and it is dark and I can hear the rain drum on the roof and window I find that relaxing.

I have not been here in awhile but what can I say I have been a busy boy. Who ever invented this working for a living racket must have been rich and did not have to work in the first place. The last couple of weeks my days off have been busy like taking out the heavy garbage that still has not been picked up, plus I got to work at a polling station as well. That was interesting to be honest, mundane but interesting all the same. The best part was people watching and that is better than any T.V. getting used to driving again seeing how long it has been since I have actually gotten behind the wheel of a vehicle, it is hard to believe after all these years I actually have my own car. Other than that not much I new with me except I am loving the warm weather after all that rain we had. As an added bonus I have this Saturday coming up off to spend with my better half for her birthday. As well my vacation for the end of august ahs been approved and I am counting down the days. Anyway got to go and get ready to head to work talk to you all later have a good one.

Not much new with me except that I am finally getting my own vehicle after all these years. Later on today I am going in to pick it up it is a 2006 Nissan Sentra SE. So I am a bit excited over that to be sure, it was a spur of the moment decision but what the hell we only live once. Besides the car has a six year warranty still on it so it should not be hard on the wallet in that case. The previous owner only put 1900 km on it so it is basically brand new. Anyway that is all that is new with me got to go and get my new set of wheels.

My day weekend is finally here, my mind is still a bit groggy because I slept just a little bit too good I think but my body must have needed it. Not much to say to tell you the truth nothing new has happened except I am still 6pm to 3am with Tuesday and Wednesday off now could be worse in some way shape or form of that I am sure. I have got my self a fancy smancy exercise bike that I use each and everyday except Sunday past because of this little thing call a hangover. Trying to fight the battle of the bulge that happens when you get older, I usually do between 5 to 7 kilometers a day and on my days off I usually do around 10 if I can. As well I have been doing sit ups as well to help get rid of the spare tire and it is a work in progress but yesterday I did 85 sit ups in one shot which I am a bit happy about. So hopefully by the summer I will be in good shape, mind you I don’t eat a whole hell of a lot and the spare tire is a beer belly which is my own fault so I am going to give up the drinking beer or awhile to get rid of it.

So on my days off I am will hang out and watch the big screen and relax, got some new movies to watch. One being Dust To Glory a documentary based on the famous Baja race in Mexico which I think will be pretty cool that race is a grueling ordeal. As well I have a couple of IMAX movies to view and the Final Fantasy Advent Children movie to watch.

Tomorrow I will putter around the yard and clean up and fire up the barbecue and taste the ambrosia. So gotta run have a good one everybody.

Soon it will be my weekend and I am looking forward to that, mind you it has not been a bad week at work but you know how that song and dance goes. The weather is warming up which is awesome after the deep freeze we go through in the winter time. I love the spring time I like the fall as well but not as much as I enjoy the spring. In the spring everything seems so cold and desolate at first, then like someone that has been asleep for a long time the earth stretches and yawns and life and color begins to bloom once more. Although with all the snow gone now I can see all the garbage trapped under my rose bushes that I will need to extract before all the thorns start sprouting, plus I need to invest in a hedge trimmer this summer I guess. Every time I try and mow close to the bushes in the mist of summer all the thorns threaten to pull me in and to punctuate the point they rip the shit out of my arms to taunt me, well the battle line has been drawn and I will prevail. We have to get our yard sprayed by someone because I am not dealing with all the ant nests this year like I had to last year because if so I have already threatened I would burn them out and my wife was lest than impressed with that idea (visions of her pyro husband burning the house down I guess). So other than that that is all that is new with so I gotta go and get busy living and I will catch you all later, be good everybody and if not be vary bad indeed.

Been awhile since I have written anything I know but what do you do right? Not much new in my world except I am a supervisor full time now which is pretty cool although I gave up a hell of a good shift to do so. The pay raise is nice when I get it; they fucked up on my pay scale yet again and if it is on the next pay all the retro pay is going to be taxed to death. My friend on the other hand has been waiting five weeks for his pay to be changed so he is going to get totally fucked when his pay goes through.

Got myself a new tattoo on the back of my arm it is a koy fish and yes it hurt like a son of a bitch but it is very nice job. It means fortune or luck or meeting your goals in life pick your poison. Me I have gotten married, been happy and have a have decent job does not get much better than that. Considering when I was younger I though I would drink myself to death and die in an alley or a ditch somewhere. God looks after fools and drunks they say and I guess I have full qualifications I guess. This Monday I am getting another tattoo then I have 4 or more to go then I will be done, but! Tattoos are very addictive so who knows right? I know me and my wife are both going to get a matching one with our names under it. But anyway enough of this rambling got to go the race is coming on (Bristol Baby!) and then I got to get ready to head to work have a good one talk to you all later.

I wonder if the society in North America is obsessed with death as a whole. This idea has been bouncing around in my head lately because all you see on TV Is violence and death. Think of all the action movies that are released. I wonder if this stems from the fact we have no idea what will happen to us when we die. When you die do you teeter on the edge of that big black abyss and fall down into the darkness forever? Hopefully there is something more, I have a couple of people I would like to come back and haunt periodically. Speaking of haunting I do believe there is something extra in this house.

When we first moved in I was up late having a few beer listening to some music with my headphones on and over the music I could swear I could hear the cupboards in the laundry room opening and closing. So I chalked this off as new house noises and cracked another beer and went back to my business. Another night I was here at the computer with a wicked buzz on listening to music with the head phones on (this is when I was on the 6 to 3 shift and I did not want to wake my wife) and I was sitting there playing spider solitaire while sipping on some suds. All of a sudden I had this feeling that there was some one there. Quick glance and a shrug nope no one there, then I got this image in my head that there was an old man standing behind me staring at me. I can see him now when I think back but I cannot describe him to you written words would not be suffice. So I got totally weirded out and got sobered up really fast. So I turned everything off and said good enough you win I going to bed.

The next time my friend Paul came over after work to borrow some DVD’s, when we entered to porch we both head some one walking across the floor over heads, then coming down the stairs. Looks like we woke someone up he said, so we walked to the living room no one there. I went up stairs and my wife and son were asleep, very strange.

So my wife kept telling me she hears someone walking around downstairs when I am not home I figured it was bass from car stereos when they are driving down the road because that gets loud sometimes or something similar. Well I heard it as well one night so I do believe her now. There are a couple of more things but I am not going to get into it, it does not to seem to be as active when I am around which is kind of perplexing to me. I do not feel like it means any harm which is a relief. The house is only 60 years old but who knows if there was another house on this foundation or the history of the land. I just wish it would behave itself in the night so my wife would not get freaked out.

The weekend is here finally; my new shift has me working 10 hours days with Friday, Saturday, and Sunday off. I am not complaining about the new shift mind you my job is really not that hard at all. Mostly all the people who I get are computer technicians which makes it easier for me to do my job with out pulling my hair out. As well we are troubleshooting notebooks which makes it even better because there are only so many things you can trouble shoot for before you have to send a part and a tech to put in said part. Plus as an added bonus at the end of the day I sign off the phone and just leave no bullshit to put up with. So on the home front everything is settling down thank god because if not I was on the verge of freaking out or walking into traffic, grinds you down after awhile I guess. So I am looking forward to relaxing this weekend and spending some much needed quality time my the love of my life.

Getting very tired of this whole situation the last couple of weeks everything I do seems to scrutinized and if I go near the computer I have an audience every single god damn fucking time. I feel like a ball of seething rage that is starting to build up inside of me. I am very tired of be accused of something that I have not done and if it keeps up I may just start doing these things so then I guess the other person will have justification. So in short you call all fuck off.

Well now I am in training for a different contract now that my stint as a temp supervisor is over and I am bored out of my skull. Mind you the idea of going to a new contract does not bother me nor does the fact I have this week and next week to sit in a class room and get paid to do nothing. It is just the boredom and the people I am forced to endure, why is there always one of two people who has to make a comment on every single thing the instructor says? I hate those people maybe that is the only way they can get attention. There are bunch of them whom we have called the hens, and the area they sit in is now dubbed the hen pen.

Other that that everything is going good in my world, it soon be time for Daytona to kick things off so Sundays will be good old watching the race day again. Cannot wait actually some people like football and we like racing go figure hunh? Hopefully we will get to go to a race this year but if not next year for sure I hope.

So the other night I had a nightmare of sorts and here it is,

I was in a house and I was going down to the basement (possibly cellar) with a woman who was my wife although it was no body I had ever seen or recognized in my life. We had to go down an old set of wooden stairs to get to the basement and the wood had that old faded weathered look to them like they had been bleached in the sun for years. When we got to the bottom of the stirs that rich earthly smell assaulted my nose. That deep smell you get sometimes when you are digging a hole for example so rich and deep it had made my head swim. So we were going down there because our daughter was down there swimming. Now there was no pool down there but a big pit dig in the floor and the water she was swimming in was looked like hot chocolate and she was so pale swimming around in there. We the woman I was with told her she had to stop and get out because she had a temperature and need to get out before it got worse. So the young girl got out and dried off and pouted. The woman went up stairs for some reason or another leaving me alone with this young girl. She begged we to let her go back swimming for a little while longer and I was adamant I could not and picked up a long piece of wood sort of like a two by four and I had to uncontrollable urge to bring it upstairs. While I was walking up with it I heard her say she was going to tell on me, and when I reached the top I heard a mummer of her talking to someone. I stood the piece of wood upright in the corner and turned towards the door going to the basement and paused. I had a sense that there was something deathly wrong down there and I should not go. I moved towards the door slowly and stepped to the left slowly so I could get a look at the stairs. When I got close to the door a garden rake came through the air at my face. One of those flexible leaf rake but instead of being a jolly green color it was pure white. To me it looked like a hand grabbing at me. So when I ducked I felt the wind its passage go over my head and ripple the hair on the back of my neck. Down at the bottom of the stairs near the wall was a man? Standing there with a buck skin colored jacket and a back hat pulled down over his head and his collar was pulled up so I could not see his face except his Cheshire cat type of grin and the silver glow of its eyes. The handle on the rake was impossibly long and it would have been comical had it not seemed so terrifying. The little girl was looking at me solemnly and said see I told you I was going to tell, you should have let me go swimming. Then that rake/ hand reached for me again and I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on my dresser 4:00 am. My heart was beating like a bass drum and I had a full body suit of goose bumps. When I closed my eyes again I felt the warm comforting feeling of sleep steal over me again and when I looked up in my dream I was standing at a angle of that doorway to the basement again. I knew I had to move but I dreaded the though of looking down there again. Finally I lurched into movement and headed to the door and looked down there. Nothing, I took at step down and grabbed the railing in my right hand and felt the wood throbbing in my hand and a sense of dread stole over my body that was so palatable I could taste it. I knew if I went down those steps I would never return and that would be the end of me. My eyes snapped open again and the clock said 4:30 am this time I was covered in a cold sweat. Not sure why this dream was so scary to me but it was strange but there you go.