Halloween!

Trick or treat! what fun what fun. My first halloween with Roan (last year; his first year out, I missed due to work on the rigs) It was great until he mowed down on the chocolate and then pure hysteria set in. In its up swing there was crying, as he despritly wanted candy and over abundant energy. Then on the down swing, more crying and lethargy.... again with the crying. Gage and Blythe kept up with the other kids we went with (approx. 30 in all). We raided and pillaged houses for all they had. It was hard to keep track of all the kids running at various speeds. We may have lost a few... but mine are acounted for and really... its all about me anyhow.
Nothing broken or stolen from my house... as of yet, the night is still young. A few nights ago kids decided to use our lot as a hiding place from the cops as they were throwing rocks at the police station from just behind my house...

New job?

Well, nothing is going right at work as usual. Can't finish one job as there is lack materials yet again. Other job sucks and losing out money now. I contiplaited walking off the job today and just not bothering to go back. It really is that stupid, and the numbers arent adding up yet again. My crew after this next job is officially shut down and now there is only one crew.... Even for next year. Options... work for myself or find something new to do. I suppose this shouldn't surprise me at all, it seems to be an annual thing for me to do now... as it has happened every year from high school. What next... operating excavators and heavy machinery? maple reinders? some options... nothing that hooks me though. I wish I could just shoot people for a living... that sounds fun. Plus its something I'm good at (shooting things, not people as of yet, anyway). And there truly is a lot of stupid people out there... now how to get paid to do it?... hmmmm.....

we must count ourselves the lucky ones

this will take me a while
cause I miss your smile
I guess I knew your time would come
but for now, I miss your smile

trapped and enclosed... feeling very claustraphobic lately, green spandex doesn't seem to help. I need more uplifting music I think.... Maybe a cool sun lamp or something.. zoloft?... rage against the machine? hmmm.. we run away from our issues instead of facing them and fighting them through. Why did we create depression and the problems it causes? Inventing ways of taking care of them, sweeping it under the carpet and blaming it on our mother. Suck it up and feel the pain. real life. Deal with it. Stop hiding and come out and fight.
heres a pic of last years pumpkin... new will be created!
Better multitasking skills through massive caffeine consumption

decisions

Should I go or should I stay.. that is the question. Do i go up north to hunt or stay here? Or more likely can I afford to take time off work and travel or keep going on the weekends? It's more likely that not only will I see more deer but actually be able to fill my tags up north. on the other hand I'm so broke. Sebass are you up for a road trip? kent? we head out on wednesday... nov 8th I think and are back in sland on the sunday. Leaves us 3 days to hunt. or head out on the tuesday and go with john to get his buffalo.
Here is my daughter driving a bobcat... I have some video of her driving the excavator and loader as well. Knocking over trees, throwing rocks and brush around etc. Gage just sort of slammed the machines around but Blythe will be an operator for sure

Bueno!

I am slowly trying to add more people to the list of contacts of other bloggers, it will take some time so bear with me. I am slow when it comes to technology... I hate computers as they make no sense to me. Though without one I dont seem to keep in touch with everyone. I will attempt to fill the deer tag (and my freezer) this weekend yet again. I think that everyone has lost faith in my ability to get one. something... is going to die this weekend... I dont much care what. I hope that I can finish the job tomorrow as then I'll get paid as I'm very broke right now. Sebatian we need to start a batch soon as I can't even efford beer. I'll even come up with the name and make a label for the bottles.
Explain to me why I shouldn't eat my young?

Its all fun games until someone loses a cat

I have found the most wonderful way to pass the time....
http://www.addictinggames.com/kittencannon.html
it is by far the best video game I have ever played... my highest score is 1314 ft with 113 ft vertical. but sebastian has informed me that he just got 1471.... so I'll be short and swwet here as I have some kitten cannon to get back too
Here is a pic of a maple leaf that has falled off my maple tree.
Anyone that can beat these scores leave a comment of the new record to beat

yet again....

well, I forgot to mention that I could not get into my truck as the doors have steel plated welded inside to support the side mirrors. And of course at work I backed into the timbermart truck... ouch... Why does every thing that could go wrong happen at once? Is this building caracter or forcing me to cry like a little school girl... Or maybe its just that for the past two days I've actually cared? Again, I couldnt leave jsut the picture of the one lawn gnome so here's the other

Why were aviator glasses invented?

To protect the sun from Chuck Norris, of course. Well, I have just clued into the fact that it is fall now and in a few weeks it will be snowing most likely. It is too bad as fall is my favorite season and it seems to be flying by and me struggling to keep up. I love fall not just for the hunting but for the colours, cosiness, and just being outside soaking it all in. Today i worked on my truck, as every rendeck should. Yesterday being one of the worst day of my life, getting stuck in penticton, battery dying, no wipers in the rain, truck leaking, locked out, etc. So today I fixed all these problems and now its like driving a new truck again. I realise this has made me look even more like an apparent redneck working on trucks, blue coller work again. I have also come to the realization that I'm a lousy hunter, when it comes to deer anyway, coyote, rabbit, grouse seem to land in my lap. I have not filled a deer tag to date, depressing I know. It occured to me, sitting very cold under a bush for protection from the freezing rain and wind that my mysterious cervid friend was spotted just as much from the cosy confines of my truck. Other smaller fair game are fine to trapse around in the woods in pursuit of, but more and more it seems, well a nicer way to hunt deer from the truck... I suppose I reasoned that every one else seems to be able to do it, why shouldnt I? Well this does not bode well in the fact it has the distinct image of a typical redneck trait branded all over me; truck hunting that is. But as my friend sebastian and i have talked over, we started down that slippery slope when we both decided to go to alberta and work on the rigs. Initially our cars; my ford 'red rocket' and sebass's VW 'poncho' (now both deceased) were more than adaquate. In fact now that we drive the very vehicles that we made so much fun of whilst in the flat land are now the very ones we drive. These factors have seemed to have an impact on the appearance of redneckednes. There still may be a tune of AFI or NOFX or Guttermouth in the air but now it is mixed with the corb lund band and the likes (well at least they were once punk to, but it seems rigs change that). In parting (before I go do some paking lot drinkin) here is a picture of my lawn gnome (what redneck do you know of that takes pictures of his lawn gnome? or owns one for that matter?) Well know you can say that you know of one.

oh ya!

Well, stuffed still from thanksgiving meals, left overs and the mass quantity of consumed alcohol. But still feeling good. Short work week and another weekend of fun and adventure to too far off. Not much to say except a very nice quote I heard the other day....
"The real work of men was hunting meat. The invention of agriculture was a giant step in the wrong direction, leading to serfdom, cities, and empire. From a race of hunters, artists, warriors, and tamers of horses, we degraded ourselves to what we are now: clerks, functionaries, laborers, entertainers, processors of information."
- Edward Abbey

failure... when your best just isnt good enough

Fall seems to strike a cord, change, different colours, different mood. Reflection and an out look on what I'd like to see my life, or at least my thoughts, should be. Summer has most definately been about me. Bought a truck, etc... stuff... for me, work... me. Even this fall its hunting season and ... me. But as I look to thanksgiving and all that I'm thankful for, rather than all my possessions I own; its the people, family, friends, that are still here beside me. Whether they are moving off again or moving back. We all do our own thing but we're still connected. One of my best friends is leaving back to the rigs. I dont wish that on anyone. Honestly I wish you'd finish school and move on, but I know you have to do your own thing. Some friends from england, germany and elsewhere moving back. But over all its my attittude over the last few years that shocked even myself. I've moved from working with kids whether with supported child development, kids groups, youth groups, camp, etc; to working on the rigs to better my family to being my own contractor. Where did I loose sight of the bigger picture? I miss the stiving to better humanity and the passion for others. So in retrospect, this thanksgiving is dedicated to spending quality time with friends and family and this up coming Christmas we decided as a family instead of giving gifts we would send money to clean water projects in Africa. We are going to tally, or guesstimate, the ammount we usually spend on decorations, holiday shit and gifts that we normally have and send that to others instead. I hope this is a new tradition that breaks away from our old habits of selfishness and restores my hope in humanity and that we are good people, we just need to start helping each other out. I start to wonder what if we all contributed to the world... what would it look like? Maybe next year I can go help dig a well, roof, build places for others, oversees, here in Canada...
I know I make enough, it seems like living paycheck to paycheck but I know I should be able to send at least 1000 bucks for a good cause... I still wonder what if everyone in Canada who could not only afford to but are able to give up, 1/40th of what they make, come on, thats even less than we pay our own government, and I know how most of us feel about that! So why is it so hard to give to those who we have faith in and love? Whats wrong with peoples thoughts process today. Maybe , hopefully, the paridigm will shift from selfishness to selflessness
I just need to stop thinking about me