If you look at my last blog post it has been a while.
If you look at when I signed up for facebook it should match up pretty close to when I last blog'd.
I wonder if other blogs have seen the same fate.
Or is it Ijust ran out of things to say.... hmmmmm.....
Have you seen this web site that scans your face and shows you what Celebrities look like you? If you want to try it out it's at MyHeritage.com.
So yours truly did a test drive and here is what it came up with;
Very nice - I am in some good company but I wanted to do a test to see the program accuracy and here are a few of the results.
Test 1: Pirate Flag
More great useless information form Hugo. Thnx for sending it to my wife but she has one question – “What if you're a Brazilian????”
Ever had that "leaving a job" feeling?
Its when you have just days left before you are to leave and you start thinking about the things you are going to miss about your old job. Most times when you leave a job there are reasons for your departure but there are always goods thing and good people you wish you could take with you. That was the case at my last job - I wont name names but I know for a fact that a few people from my past employer will read this and to those people I would like to say thnx for being part of my 20 month run there(wow only 20 months - it seems a lot longer). I will miss you but will not miss the late night camp checks and the haunted SSJV (always felt like someone or something was watching me go into the Fire Hall...) There were good time had with many.
Now a note to all friend and foe of my last employer - If you feel the need to spread vicious rumors about me, tell and make up lies about my sexual orientation, and/or just plain curse me out - by all means have at 'er. The bigger and the more witnesses the better. But make me one promise - let me know what the rumors are so I can confirm them all. And also - if something goes wrong over shutdown - blame me. It's always the fault of the guy who just left
But with every ending there is a beginning and the new job is looking to be a good challenge - I already have homework!! I am treated with respect and given freedom to let my skills prove themselves - it feels good. And it will not take me long for me to get back to real world hours. I think the biggest challenge Kellee and I face is the purchase of a home . We should have no problem selling our current house in Athabasca but the hard part will be finding a place in the greater Edmonton area at a half decent price. We are finishing up the renovations that we started and after that we will list it. Know of any body interested please direct them to us.
To all my friends at Alpac - keep in touch!
I knew it!! Check this out...
Scientists in Austria say sharing a bed with someone temporarily reduces men's
brain power.
When men spend the night with someone their sleep is disturbed,
whether they make love or not, and this impairs their mental ability the next
day.
According to the New Scientist study, women who share a bed fare
better because they sleep more deeply.
Professor Gerhard Kloesch and
colleagues at the University of Vienna studied eight unmarried, childless
couples in their 20s.
Each couple was asked to spend 10 nights sleeping
together and 10 apart while the scientists assessed their rest patterns with
questionnaires and wrist activity monitors.
The next day the couples
were asked to perform simple cognitive tests and had their stress hormone levels
checked.
Although the men reported they had slept better with a partner,
they fared worse in the tests, with their results suggesting they actually had
more disturbed sleep.
But women apparently managed to sleep more deeply
when they did eventually drop off, since they claimed to be more refreshed than
their sleep time suggested.
Dr Neil Stanley, a sleep expert at the
University of Surrey, said: "Historically, we have never been meant to sleep in
the same bed as each other. It is a bizarre thing to do.
"Sharing the
bed space with someone who is making noises and who you have to fight with for
the duvet is not sensible."
If you are ever bored and want something to entertain you, take a look at this blog I came upon.
For those that do not know me , I have done a lot of work picking people up off the ground, the snow, and off rivers over the last 7 years. It seems that I gravitate towards helping broken people (just ask any X). My jobs throughout the years have included ski patrol, river rescue, emergency medical response , fire fighting and the like. I just completed yet another first-aid re-cert course and while sitting there letting my mind wander, some of the more memorable calls I have attended came to mind. One common thread though all my training and responses is that you need to determine how bad off a person is and pain is usually a pretty good indicator. If you have ever had an ambulance ride or tried to check into an ER you most likely had to communicate to someone how bad is your pain was. To help you out this you may get a question formated something like this
With 0 being no pain and 10 being your worst pain EVER what is your pain from a scale of 0 to 10?Now to judge how much of a wimp you are, this follow question usually follows
What was your worst pain EVER?Now some people, during a painful episode, are incapable of answering this most seemingly simple query. This inability may be caused by a few things such as extreme pain, no lower jaw, a smuck to the head and even sometimes death - most dead people tend not to answer.
While your at it, why not print out the rest of these charts too and whenever you're asks a pertaining question use the appropriate chart and point.
Charts used without permission form BLOGOGRAPHY.COMWell we all know what day it is today and I have something planned for me and my wife but I wold like to us my blog as kind of a Valentine's Day Card to say I LOVE YOU. Back in the day Kellee and I used to watch movies on the PC from a program called Maven. Not sure if the program is still around but these 3 videos below kind of reminded me or those times.
Hope you enjoy Kellee - I LOVE YOU!!
Bean Dip & Cat Food
Love Corner
How to Shower: Women vs Men
I love it when an email sucks people into believing it just because it's in writing. Case in point, take the article below that appeared in the New York Times back in December 2001.
While reading, what was your initial response? Disbelief? But then you read on and put aside your skepticism and said "Wow that would suck!" Well that was my experience. But then I did what any internet savvy person would of done - I Googled it - and here is what I found.
Poor Mr. Turklebaum - he just wanted to be left alone...
The Rhetorical Letter Writer is an amusing Blog I came across today. Some times it pays to hit the "NEXT BLOG" button.
...ground-breaking feature length movie presentation reveals The Great Secret of
the universe...
… unlimited joy, health, money, relationships, love, youth: everything you have
ever wanted...
To make a $1,000,000, you need to start visualizing you already own a $1,000,000. The feelings you generate while visualizing you already own $1,000,000 will ‘project’ $1,000,000 thought energy which in turn will actually bring about situations or opportunities that will help you become a millionaire.Interesting???? Of course it is. Skeptical??? A little.I am already a firm believer that you are able ‘choose’ what happens to you in your life and that you always have the power to change anything about yourself by simply making the choice to do so. I also have long identified that the platitude “Good things happen to good people” tends to be more true then it is false so I find it an easy transition understanding the Law of Attraction and its proposal of 'positive thinking gains positive results'.
The Reverend John Fluff was the pastor in a small town in Ireland. One day he was walking down the high street when he noticed a young lady of his congregation sitting in a pub drinking beer. The Reverend wasn't happy.
He walked through the open door of the pub and sat down next to the woman.
"Miss Fitzgerald", he said sternly. "This is no place for a member of my congregation. Why don't you let me take you home?"
"Sure", she said with a slur, obviously very drunk.
When Miss Fitzgerald stood up from the bar, she began to weave back and forth. The Reverend realised that she'd had far too much to drink and grabbed her arms to steady her. When he did, they both lost their balance and tumbled to the floor.
After rolling around for a few moments, the Reverend wound up on top of Miss Fitzgerald, her skirt hiked up to her waist.
The pub landlord looked over and said, "Oy mate, we won't have any of that carrying on in this pub." The Reverend looked up at the landlord and said, "But you don't understand, I'm Pastor Fluff."
The landlord nodded and said, "Ah well, if you're that far in, you might as well finish."
The nun teaching Sunday School was speaking to her class one morning and she asked the question, "When you die and go to Heaven...which part of your body goes first?"
Hello to all 2 of my loyal fans out there! I was going throught my old bookmarks I found one for my fist blog. It has pics of Kellee and my wedding and a few cute ones of Rown.
The end was near, the count down of the all too familiar 10... 9... 8... was soon upon me and I was feeling a little melancholy.
This New Years Eve was spent at home with my family – who all happened to be asleep as the countdown quietly rang in my head. Feeling that I had to some how mark the transitions between old and new, I poured myself a Guinness, woke my dog and pulled her outside to sit on the back porch to watch the winter moon. With one hand wrapped around a pint and the other scratching Nikka’s ear, I toasted the waxing winter moon welcoming in the newest year yet. Thoughts of debauchery and craziness of past New Years raced in my head as I could not shake the feeling that I was some how missing out this time 'round. The crisp winter night air quickly chased me back inside so I followed the very willing Nikka back into the house only to hear the beeping of my watch marking the official Timex 0000 hrs. Seemingly, another sad reminder of the fact that I was “not doing anything for New Years”. I felt the erg to give my Nana a call thinking that she would answer with the always expected cheerful “Happy New Year!” When she was alive, it did not matter where I was, I always knew that I could call Nana just after midnight knowing she was waiting for a call. I miss that. Still feeling down I decided to do the rounds in my house to get my New Years kiss fix. First was Rownan, he didn’t even budge when I wished him a Happy New Year. I startled Braun with a kiss on the cheek but he stayed sleeping. Kellee was so tired I am not sure it even registered what I whispered into her ear. When I was done I retreated back to the kitchen to finish my pint and sulk some more when I heard foot shuffles down the hallway. Rownan was up. He walked right past me with a “just woke up – eyes still adjusting to the bright lights look”. I called to him and he sleepily informed me that he had to pee. After he was done, I carried him to bed and laid him down whispering to him again “Happy New Year Buddy” and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Now remember he is three and we have never wished him a Happy New Year before while he was awake nor had we talked about it to him. 
His response with hugging arms was
“Happy New Years to you Dad.”
Now THAT was the New Years Eve something special I was looking for.
Two things I had leaving his room - a big smile and a tear in my eye.
Five minutes into 2007 and I already have had a Happy New Year - not bad...
Thnx Rown
