Dooohhead

The youngest

dooohhead2 — Thu, 07 Apr 2011 01:37:21 +0000

Dear Dad,
Today is my youngest childs bithday. He’s 22 today. How time flies. It seems like only yesterday when he was going through his open heart surgery. It was the scariest time of our lives. It is still amazing for me to think that his heart was stopped for over 6 hours while they repaired it. Its even more amazing to think that within 48 hours he was awake and squaking about being connected up to all of those hoses and wires. He was a fighter then, i know he still has it in him now.

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Driving

dooohhead2 — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 23:37:21 +0000

Dear Dad,
I had a wierd sensation today while driving home from work. I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw a Chevy pickup truck changing lanes to the lane i was in. For some strange reason when i looked at this truck, i thought of a persons name. Not just anyone, a particular person. My brain somehow connected this truck to a person. Strange.

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More time

dooohhead2 — Thu, 24 Mar 2011 02:16:58 +0000

Dear Dad,

I have been feeling very fortunate lately, having the opportunity to spend as much time as i have been, with my son. On the one hand he totally pisses me of by being unemployed but on the other hand i am so enjoying his company. We have similar interests. Him and i went for a nice long walk tonight. It gives us ample opportunity to discuss our interests and the latest news.
If i hadn’t been hell-bent on traversing the country we might have had similar experiences. I guess that’s why i’ve been relishing the time i’ve been having with my son.

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Letters to my Dad

dooohhead2 — Wed, 23 Mar 2011 01:15:52 +0000

I have been wondering what to do with this blog. I’ve seen some people use such similar “extra” blogs as a place to showcase thier interests or thier expertise and/or skills. I’m not interested in following the crowds, necessarily.

I don’t know what it was on tv that i was watching when i thought of my idea but i wondered what it would be like to write my Dad some “letters”. Whats so fantastical and innovative of this plan you may ask? My Dad has been dead for 11 years. Sounds mushy i know. I was thinking i could mould it after the twitter phenom “Shit my Dad says” except it would be me talking to my Dad about shit i do or am apart of.

I’m hoping i can keep the posts brief but i can sometimes get a little long-winded. I’ll see what i can do.

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Another WordPress blog…what to do…what to do

dooohhead2 — Sat, 23 Oct 2010 12:53:37 +0000

I somehow inherited a second blog. Microsoft Spaces is being eliminated and they have partnered with WordPress so any existing MS Spaces can automatically be transferred to a new WordPress blog, so here it is. Now I just need to figure out what to do with it!

Dogs, Nailed

dooohhead2 — Mon, 27 Feb 2006 13:23:49 +0000

Did I ever tell you that I really love my air compressor and nail gun? I like it. I had purchased some more trim to finish off all of the doors upstairs at our house, well I finally got around to putting them up. I had about three door ways to complete and once I got all of the pieces measured and cut, it took less than 5 minutes to nail them in place. Having one of those mitre saws helps in the process too. The poor kitten, as soon as she sees me bringing the air compressor upstaires, she takes off and finds a hiding spot. Its too loud for her. Speaking of which, I was vacuuming the other day and as I’m putting it together in the hall just outside of my bedroom Rollie (our male dog) was sitting in the bedroom watching me, and whinning and wimpering like I was getting ready to beat him or something. Whats funny about that is that out of all of the animals, he’s the one that isn’t afraid of the vacuum. Cloe, the female, doesn’t like the noise and simply goes into the bedroom and hides under the bed, but Rollie usually decides that during the vacuuming is when he wants to play. After I go around the living room and puts his toys away, he goes and digs out his stuffed toys and starts throwing them around. He doesn’t like to bring a toy to you to throw for him, he likes to throw the toy into the air and chase after it, himself. All you need to do in his "playing" is to encourage him and to be all excited while he is doing it.

JOKE OF THE DAY:

A mother and daughter were riding in a cab through New York City. The daughter noticed some scantily clad women loitering on a street. "Mommy," the little girl asked, "what are all those ladies doing?"

"They’re waiting for their husbands to come home from work." the mother answered.

"C’mon lady, they’re hookers!" retorted the cab driver.

After a stunned silence, the daughter asked, "Mommy, do hookers have children?"

"Of course," the mother replied, "where do you think cabbies come from?"

goto my other blog for this entry

dooohhead2 — Tue, 21 Feb 2006 15:15:57 +0000

GOTO my other Blog for this entry
For some reason Msn Spaces has determined that there was language in this entry that it didn’t allow. It doesn’t tell you what parts of the entry are bad, but just that there is something wrong with it. I tried changing many aspects of it to no avail, so I am just providing a link to my other site where, apparently, it was just fine. Way to go Microsoft!

UPDATE: Apparently what it didn’t like about this entry is the title…

Movie Revues

dooohhead2 — Fri, 17 Feb 2006 14:12:23 +0000

I totally suck at giving movie reviews. I’m not as critical about them as one needs to be to do a good job of revuing them. I typically more or less like all movies I goto. Unless they really really blow do I ever have anything nasty to say about it. There’s been a few movies where my wife and I have sat through and by the end we look at each other say, "that really sucked". My son was really interested in seeing the movie "Annapolis" and since my wife isn’t around, we thought it might be a good one to see because its the type of movie she might not be interested in seeing. Its about a recruit at the Annopolis naval academy and the things he has to struggle with in life in addition to his military life at the academy. Its the typical macho-guy type of situation where everything anyone of them does has to be proven and in competing fashion with everyone else there. Its got all of the expected practical jokes between people who like and dislike each other, and the same old "you fail and your whole team fails" type of stuff. The whole movie is a lead up to a big boxing match between the main character and his superior officer with whom there was conflict with throughout the entire movie. As you can imagine, you know who wins. It was expected. It was inevetible, it was kinda boring in the end. If you’re into those kinds of movies, its ok. There’s no suspense, there’s no great high drama or action just a thorough gritty display of what they would like everyone to think is the way it is going to be going to such a school. Of course, who am I to suggest that it isn’t a true-life protrail of the place. I’ve never been to such a school, nor is there anything like that here in Canada, as far as I know.

Onto another movie. Whenever my wife isn’t around, my son and I like to watch the dumbest, cheeseyest, stuipidest movies just so we can say we saw them. Well, last night while we were out doing our laundry (we goto a laudromat to conserve our well water) we decided to rent a movie, one that we knew for sure my wife would never want to see. We picked out, and rented "Team America". What is there to say about this movie. Its dumb, its crazy shit, its stuipid, yet my son and I were laughing our guts out at the stupidity of it all. It was typical "South Park Stuff". Offending everything and evryone as much as possible and take all of the stuipidness that could be imagined and put it in. Unfortuneately its the low-brow humour that we enjoy, just for the stupidness of it. I really appreciated the work involved in creating all of the models and sets that they used. They were pretty detailed and in most cases pretty accurate in their portrayal of whom-ever, or where ever. I would never recommend it to anyone, yet I enjoyed it.

JOKE OF THE DAY:

One day a Pirate and a bartender were talking to each other in a bar. The Bartender asked the pirate "Where did ya get that peg leg from?"

The Pirate responded "We were sailing the seas when a big ol’ shark came up to me while I was swimmin’ and bit off me leg."

Later the Bartender asked "Where did you get that hook then?"

The pirate responded "Well, me crew and I were in a battle and it got cut through the bone."

The bartender then asked "Then where did ya get the eye patch from?"

The pirate said "In a harbor I looked at a gull flying over head and it took a dump right in me eye."

The bartender was puzzled and asked the pirate, "How would that make you get an eye patch?"

The pirate responded, "First day with the hook."

Bitterness and resentment

dooohhead2 — Thu, 16 Feb 2006 02:02:26 +0000

Apparently I am deep in the throws of bitterness and resentment. Not
with any family member but with a colleage at work. I realised today
that I can barely stand being around the person. Just about every word
out of his mouth is like finger-nails being scraped down a chalk board,
to me. Its starting to piss me off too. With the help of one of my
coworkers, I tried to figure out why I am feeling like that, and why
its so bad. Words like "smugness" and "arrogance" came up describing
thisperson, so I’ve been trying to determine what this person did, or
actively does that irritates me so. I’ve also been trying to figure out
a way to resolve this with myself as I know this person will never
change. In our marriage course that we’ve been taking, the last days
teachings described that one of the hardest things to do in attempting
to resolve any long standing conflicts is to forgive the other person.
Coming from the church it all sounds kinda high-and-mighty, but I’m
starting to see how actually forgiving "someone" might actually work.
It almost sounds too easy of a thing to do but I am seeing why they say
it is one of the most difficult things to actually do. Its more than
just saying the words "I forgive you", its beleiving it. Once you do
though, I can see that whatever the issue was/is, its completely gone.
There’s the rub. The person with whom I am in conflict with, doesn’t
deserve it, but if I don’t let it go then it will just continue to
destroy me. Plus its not one of those issues that can be talked out
with the person. Its behavior, its a work colleage, this person is not
my wife. I shouldn’t have to do that. People should just be able to
work and leave all of their ignorances and petty arrogances’ and smug
behavior at the door. I’d like to think I actually do, but I’m sure my
coworkers may have something different to say about that.

This
all leads my thinking off into another completely different, but
related direction. Its starting to feel like the work environment is
more of a social gathering of people rather than a work place. How
lucky is that you say, well thats all fine and dandy if all of the
people with whom you work with you actually can stand being around.
Every conversation, it seems, is somehow always interrupted or wasted
with some kind of personal-story or some other non-work-related
blathering of verbal expulsion that the work aspects seems to get lost
in. I couldn’t give a damn if you got a new dog and the paint hasn’t
quite dried yet when all I really need to know is whether the code has
been released yet. As a result of feeling like this, I have been
attending our actual scheduled social time less and less. I think
mostly because of this one person, or another. No wait, thats not fair.
I have missed a few of these gatherings, but for some other,
non-related reasons. I have never purposely missed one because I didn’t
want to spend any time around someone. I would never let that person
prevent me from having some fun. Although I guess it is all affecting
me because of all of this bitterness and resentment that has become
more and more apparent. A few others have noticed and have said things
to me about it. I guess its time for action

JOKE OF THE DAY:

Two co-workers are leaving the office. “I can’t wait to get home,” says one of them.
“As soon as I walk in the door, I’m going to rip my wife’s panties right off.”
“I know the feeling,” the other says. "I’ve been working so much lately
sometimes it feels like I’m not even married any longer."
“No, I’m serious,” says the first. “They’re killing me.”

Exclusive Photos

dooohhead2 — Fri, 10 Feb 2006 14:54:23 +0000

These are exclusive photos sent to me by my Brother in Law. They are of the new airbus A380 landing, I’m assuming by the tundra-like appearances, in Nunavut here in Canada. I had heard that they were interested in landing there to test the new airplane in extreme weather conditions. Can’t much more extreme than there!

A crowd gathers to watch it come in (its just a speck on the horizon)

JOKE OF THE DAY:

An attractive woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Texas when her car broke down. An American Indian on horseback came along and offered her a ride to a nearby town. She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes the Indian would let out a “Ye-e-e-e ha-a-a-a” so loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills. When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final “Ye-e-e-e ha-a-a-a!” and rode off.

“What did you do to get that Indian so excited?” asked the service-station attendant.

“Nothing. I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so I wouldn’t fall off,” the woman answered.

“Lady,” the attendant said, “Indians ride bareback.”