<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:07:23.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep go to Heaven... Goats go to Hell</title><subtitle type='html'>Boringman, curing insomnia everywhere.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-111828757495179529</id><published>2005-06-08T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:26:14.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>I ask myself sometimes why I bother with this thing. Does anyone but my girlfriend read it? If they do, they don't make any comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually think I have something interesting to share. Though I guess it depends on your point of view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the conclusion that I am hopelessly addicted to video games. My age group, males between 20 and 30 have grown up with the birth of the video game and computer age. Does the fact that I enjoy virtual destruction, simulation, strategy, role playing, shooting, etc... make me a nerd/geek/wierdo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really care to be honest. Is it cooler to be into fishing? Golfing? Tatoos? There are tons of people who do all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw the birth of Nintendo, Sega, Playstation, hell... even Atari. Computers have become a huge part of everything now, so obviously someone knew what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a whole lot of rambling with very little purpose. Were you paying attention?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-111828757495179529?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/111828757495179529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=111828757495179529' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/111828757495179529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/111828757495179529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/06/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-111751268384569043</id><published>2005-05-30T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T21:13:45.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Bird</title><content type='html'>No comments on my rant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its good to be proved right by corrupt politicians about how badly a change in leadership is needed. Whoever said "if we want world peace, kill all the lawyers" was wrong... should have been politicians. For some reason they can't seem to figure out that as an elected representative, they are supposed to represent their constituents, who may very well have voted for a party and not the person running for that party. So when you jump the fence, you not only betray the supposed convictions you had, you betray the people who got you elected in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its called honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look it up in the dictionary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-111751268384569043?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/111751268384569043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=111751268384569043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/111751268384569043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/111751268384569043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/05/yellow-bird.html' title='Yellow Bird'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-111586819635496894</id><published>2005-05-11T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T20:23:16.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha cha cha</title><content type='html'>I'm posting here, for the first time in months. Do you care? Does anyone actually read this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its a good place to vent, I can say what I like and no one will read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can share my view on politics... for example, all the morons who think that an election in Canada is not a good thing, should be booted from this country. We are the nation with the highest taxes in the G-8. In other words, of the 8 other countries considered to be world leaders in the economy, our taxes are the highest. Our military is the lowest funded, and our education standards are not as good as 50% of the other countries, so where is the money going? We pay billions in taxes and it disappears.&lt;br /&gt;People like Bono (yeah the guy in U2) criticize our government for cutting back on foreign aide. My opinion is they didn't cut back enough. We spend hundreds of millions of dollars in health programs and economic aide for third world countries and it doesn't do shit for the people paying for it. "But we as Canadians have always had a international responsibility". Responsibility for what? Saving people from their own stupidity? I'm not saying don't help people who need help, but when it becomes a pattern and there is very little effort being made to help themselves, why should I feel responsible?&lt;br /&gt;Our nation defined itself in the 1940's during WW2 as one of the most formidable and resilient nations on earth. A country of only 12 million at the time, we made huge contributions to establishing freedom in europe. Canada was considered tough then. Strong.&lt;br /&gt;Now Canada is the country thats government rips off its citizens, couldn't defend itself if it had to, and won't stop letting in people who make no contribution to the country in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the Liberal government has done over the past 13 years, and we don't need an election?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-111586819635496894?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/111586819635496894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=111586819635496894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/111586819635496894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/111586819635496894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/05/cha-cha-cha.html' title='Cha cha cha'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110833508760766218</id><published>2005-02-13T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T14:51:27.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberate</title><content type='html'>Well once again I've done a poor job of maintaining my blog. It's been nearly 3 weeks now since my last entry, a disappointing one at that. Fact is no one is reading this so it really doesn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say things like "Government Sucks" "taxes can kiss my ass" or "bite me.... officer" and no one will read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be controversial, but would anyone care? Some questions that need to be asked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are asian women such shitty drivers? Ok asians in general?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to get a f'n arabic translater to order a pizza?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't I lick my own elbow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can some people possibly be as ignorant as they act?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it take to get some decent service at an auto mechanic's?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When does my girlfriend get home so I can stop posting inane idiocy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contemplate these questions they are the deep thoughts of today. Least mine anyway, which perhaps is prematurely displaying my brain capacity. Ah well....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110833508760766218?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110833508760766218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110833508760766218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110833508760766218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110833508760766218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/02/liberate.html' title='Liberate'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110661770233045553</id><published>2005-01-24T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T17:48:22.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is there anybody out there....</title><content type='html'>I'm getting even worse at updating this thing. Seems like lately I don't have any thoughts to share. I'm back working constantly, and when I'm off work I'm too sore to really be motivated to do much else. Maybe in another week I'll have something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110661770233045553?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110661770233045553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110661770233045553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110661770233045553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110661770233045553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/is-there-anybody-out-there.html' title='Is there anybody out there....'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110568349964858610</id><published>2005-01-13T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T22:18:19.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simulation</title><content type='html'>I've been doing a piss poor job of maintaining this blog, but life just doesn't slow down really, so usually I'm not inclined to spend 15-20 mins to type up my thoughts of the day. The more you've got going the harder it is to devote to everything else you'd like to be doing. Time management in my personal life has never been a strength. I can estimate out construction projects to very, very close, (when I don't forget the taxes), and I can run the job site efficiently enough to accomplish daily goals, yet I can't find appropriate time for friends, girlfriend, family, and alone time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between work, my loving girlfriend, and hockey, I haven't talked to my friends in several weeks, since well before Christmas actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't watched 4 of the movies I got as gifts, and haven't even installed the one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110568349964858610?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110568349964858610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110568349964858610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110568349964858610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110568349964858610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/simulation.html' title='Simulation'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110516644149024554</id><published>2005-01-07T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T22:40:41.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Picture</title><content type='html'>Whew what a week. Got a boatload of work done on my reno project, and have definately taken some large steps forward in the house. it's going to look a whole lot nicer when I'm done, and will be far more functional as far as heating the house. Going from absolutely no insulation (yes I mean none) to 3 inches in the basement walls, first floor walls, and possibly second floor walls, and 8 inches in the attic is  miles ahead of before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen my lovely girlfriend since Tuesday either so I'm missing her. I'm gonna make dinner tomorrow I think, and we'll figure out something fun to do. I just want to spend time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110516644149024554?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110516644149024554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110516644149024554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110516644149024554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110516644149024554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/take-picture.html' title='Take a Picture'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110480925526312612</id><published>2005-01-03T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T19:27:35.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gene pool</title><content type='html'>Well its been a long time since I last blogged. Since Christmas Eve to be exact, and much has happened of course Christmas, New Years, and back to work. Got some great gifts, gave some great gifts, spent New Years Eve with my g/f and had a great time.... yes we did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm hearing about the chronicles of a lousy addition to the human gene pool, Holly's ex-roomate. I've known several people in my life who're simply stupid, but this girl seems like a total waste of brain matter and blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right Happy New Years folks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110480925526312612?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110480925526312612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110480925526312612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110480925526312612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110480925526312612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2005/01/gene-pool.html' title='Gene pool'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110395222454252623</id><published>2004-12-24T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T21:23:44.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Humbug everyone. So begins the madness, and fun, that is Christmas Day. Hope everyone had a great Christmas Eve, whatever they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did the gift exchange with my loving girlfriend this afternoon, she seemed to really like the gifts I came up with (which were for the most part inspired by comments from her while shopping, so no huge surprises), and I love the gifts I got..... not exactly sure what to do with the nuudles, but I'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have accomplished the tradition of watching Christmas Vacation again tonight, movie always makes me laugh. Next year we'll have to pick something new watch, but I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110395222454252623?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110395222454252623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110395222454252623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110395222454252623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110395222454252623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!!'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110369163026973198</id><published>2004-12-21T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T21:00:30.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 more sleeps...</title><content type='html'>I'm done my Christmas shopping finally. Still not sure why I insist on waiting until the last week to go. Its all done regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kudos and three cheers for my lovely girlfriend for finishing her last exam, and completing her University education. Yay Holly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110369163026973198?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110369163026973198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110369163026973198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110369163026973198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110369163026973198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/4-more-sleeps.html' title='4 more sleeps...'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110335231753101678</id><published>2004-12-17T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T22:45:17.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madly completely</title><content type='html'>I am madly and completely in love with my girlfriend. She is absolutely one of the best people I know. She can be silly and make my laugh, she can be sweet and make me smile, and she can be sexy and..... well.....you can figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to her work Christmas party tonight and it was alot of fun, some drinks, some food, some dancing, and then home for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself missing her company when we're not together. We don't spend every day together, but when we don't see each other for a couple days, I definately notice. So when we get to spend an evening like tonight together I really enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110335231753101678?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110335231753101678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110335231753101678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110335231753101678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110335231753101678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/madly-completely.html' title='Madly completely'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110309258580535718</id><published>2004-12-14T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T22:36:25.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in a thing called love....</title><content type='html'>So I did the b/f thing and went with my lovely lady to see a movie she really wanted to see. Bridget Jones' Diary 2. I have to say it wasn't that bad, it was entertaining. It also got me to thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I really bad at reading women before? Seeing in their face, or their body language what they wanted? Was I just not good enough at talking with them to figure it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point there is only one person I need to do those things for and thats what really matters, but it did make me wonder about those things. Guys as a sex, just must not get it sometimes. Maybe its both the guys and the gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Holly so very much. Can't predict where life will take you sometimes. I wouldn't give up the way things are for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110309258580535718?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110309258580535718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110309258580535718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110309258580535718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110309258580535718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-believe-in-thing-called-love.html' title='I believe in a thing called love....'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110283344446828137</id><published>2004-12-11T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T22:40:48.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down with the Sickness</title><content type='html'>It's been several days since I posted anything.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have caught or re-caught the same sore throat, coughing bug that I got like 2 weeks ago. Maybe it just never went anywhere. I did feel half decent for a few days. Was a little over zealous on the Disturbed singing in the car and now am losing my voice. The sleep deprivation over the course of this week probably didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is progressing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly and I have spent some quality time together.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it.... you're caught up. Tune in next time... same Sheep time, same Sheep channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baaaaa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110283344446828137?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110283344446828137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110283344446828137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110283344446828137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110283344446828137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/down-with-sickness.html' title='Down with the Sickness'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110248831665122879</id><published>2004-12-07T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T22:45:16.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another birthday has come and gone, I'm officially 23 now. While it started out somewhat lousy, my beautiful girlfriend used her charms on me and did her best to drag me from the funk I'd slipped into. I appreciate everything she did, but I think I was a downer for her, which really sucks. Its hard to get excited about your birthday when you've never had any experience at being excited on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of, if not the best birthday I've had. I'm certainly glad Holly is in my life, very glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my family.... thanks for the usual whole lot of nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Holly... thanks for being the great person you are, I'm sorry I wasn't hugely enthusiastic, I hope it didn't bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110248831665122879?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110248831665122879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110248831665122879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110248831665122879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110248831665122879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-birthday-has-come-and-gone-im.html' title=''/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110239678240386596</id><published>2004-12-06T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T21:19:42.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my birthday....</title><content type='html'>Well I tried the other day to post something in here and the damn thing didn't want to come up properly so I gave up. Seems to be working now... Test....Test....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my b-day.... whoopity doo......apparently I'm supposed to be excited about it, or at least so Holly tells me. After the last several b-days of my life, I don't think I have any reason to care. I'm more excited about her b-day the day after mine really. I'll work during the day, then maybe do something in the evening. Having a hard time concentrating at the moment due to only getting 4 hours sleep in the last 48 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I glad I have Holly around this year on my b-day? Damn right, its even more special since her b-day is right there with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to fall asleep......zzzzzz........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110239678240386596?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110239678240386596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110239678240386596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110239678240386596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110239678240386596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my birthday....'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110170294266115026</id><published>2004-11-28T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T20:35:42.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting the days....</title><content type='html'>I really need to put more effort into keeping this thing up to date I suppose, but for the most part I've been too busy living life to write anything about it. Can itemize the week pretty easily though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Time with Holly&lt;br /&gt;- Work&lt;br /&gt;- Hockey&lt;br /&gt;- Trip to London&lt;br /&gt;- Time with Holly&lt;br /&gt;- Get home&lt;br /&gt;- Oh and sleep on ocassion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it really. The trip to London turned out alright, though when one of the people you're hanging out with isn't very friendly or open, or even remotely conversive, it makes for a bit of a damper on the evening. Maybe he was shy, I'm certainly not very outgoing, but I'd certainly talk more than not at all.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping on the floor in a room close by the front door of the house is also not exactly very smart either. Oh well, its over and done with now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure glad I got to spend this weekend with Holly though, it was fantastic to get the consistant time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a road trip is in order in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110170294266115026?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110170294266115026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110170294266115026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110170294266115026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110170294266115026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/counting-days.html' title='Counting the days....'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110144124901809579</id><published>2004-11-25T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:54:09.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a hard days night.....</title><content type='html'>Well this work week is over. Don't think my shoulder could handle another day anyway, its already hurting. Did accomplish alot this week though, have almost entirely fixed the floor framing in the basement, and will likely be able to get the walls up next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heading out tomorrow with Holly to visit her friend. I hope she's looking forward to it. Me... I don't really care as long as I get to drive. I personally think I'm the perfect road tripper, I could drive for hours and hours no problem. If there is a hotel room with a jacuzzi tub waiting when I stop I'd be even happier. But I can make do with good company and a warm bed (least now with winter setting in...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of cool places to go, but have to have the time and money to do them. Gonna work on it though, I really want to head out west and see the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to have a place of my own. Kids of my own. A wife. A cool outbuilding workshop (like a barn) to work on carpentry stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll work one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110144124901809579?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110144124901809579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110144124901809579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110144124901809579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110144124901809579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-been-hard-days-night.html' title='It&apos;s been a hard days night.....'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110109929130541011</id><published>2004-11-21T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T20:54:51.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypocrite</title><content type='html'>Another good weekend bites the dust. I didn't solve world hunger, or broker middle east peace, I didn't get the NHL and NHLPA talking. I did however solve the question of whether fast food is time saving. Plus you have to admit KFC is yummy. Even the salad was good... wasn't deep fried enough though, I was hoping for some of that crumbly skin on the leaves.... oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So begins another week. The lesson for this week....? I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110109929130541011?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110109929130541011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110109929130541011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110109929130541011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110109929130541011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/hypocrite.html' title='Hypocrite'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110090655269550775</id><published>2004-11-19T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T15:22:32.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while.... (again)</title><content type='html'>Once again I've slacked on my updating this thing. Not that I have much in the way of fans I don't think. Since its been a week since my last entry I figured I'd update on the events that are my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly, work, and hockey, seem, for the most part, to be what my life consists of. More Holly than most other things. We organized her scrapbooking stuff on Saturday, and relaxed at my house after I made her dinner. Steak, potatoes, and broccoli. Was a good meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I took her out for dinner after she got home from school because she wasn't feeling well and I wanted to do something for her. I've been told it was very sweet, I just thought it was the least I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week has been kind of a mash of various things. Have been accomplishing a number of things at work, but not as much as I'd like to. Thats mostly my fault. I need to get my ass in gear and start getting things done. I got the beam in and set up, and also made repairs to the concrete wall where I had to punch holes in it, but if I'd worked for the last two days I'd have accomplished alot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to come up with some numbers for my client to figure on how much extra the material would be to strip the bottom floor of the house and reinsulate and drywall. I've got to get the measurements so I can get the estimate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of work to do, gotta start doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110090655269550775?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110090655269550775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110090655269550775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110090655269550775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110090655269550775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-been-while-again.html' title='It&apos;s been a while.... (again)'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-110032504266483778</id><published>2004-11-12T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T21:50:42.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel like I do?</title><content type='html'>I have a fantastic girlfriend. On a day she could have (and should have) slept in she drove up and helped me do some work on my renovation project. Climbing around in the dusty attic, cleaning up crappy old wool insulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I drove her to school. Was pretty cool, is one hell of a big school. Plus I got poutine before hand at the mall, so I liked that. Mmmm Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's just a really great woman, and I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. No more poking me in the ribs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-110032504266483778?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/110032504266483778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=110032504266483778' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110032504266483778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/110032504266483778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/do-you-feel-like-i-do.html' title='Do you feel like I do?'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109988810968019018</id><published>2004-11-07T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:38:19.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>Has been a strange weekend. Hockey on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights tied up my evenings. Holly is sick and has had homework to do, and I am getting anxious about my work, I really need to get some major things done this week to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;Having my car act up has not helped, especially since no one has been around to get me around when I don't have a vehicle. I need a damned truck. I also don't need this crap of my Dad taking off for the cottage in the middle of the week when I'm paying him to work for me, I can't get shit done that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to spend more time with Holly too, but her work schedule is wierd, and she's got school. She works when I'm done work, and she's got school till late as well. I can't really do alot of my work any other time than during the day either, cold, and lighting become problems if its not during the day. We'll figure something out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109988810968019018?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109988810968019018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109988810968019018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109988810968019018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109988810968019018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109970580425342702</id><published>2004-11-05T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T17:52:39.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the moment</title><content type='html'>Beginning to get frustrated with mechanics. After having work done on my car, part of which was supposed to be a check of the e-brake/parking brake, and a fix if it was broken, ended up in my nearly spinning my car out last night on my way to Mainway arena for hockey after the back brakes locked up.&lt;br /&gt;Burlington is a curse for my car, seems every problem I have with it has been there. If I had the time and tools to do my major car repairs myself, I would, but I have to be content with doing small things that can be done in the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;Got it home tonight though and seems that the brake has released somewhat. Will get me around town tonight, and once I take the wheels off tomorrow and mess with the e-brake connection at the rotors, it should be good to drive to Burlington for hockey Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus bringing me to my next point. Why is it that people are so totally inconsiderate of others? Even after those people just paid them a large amount of money for a service? The league manager hasn't managed to come up with s schedule for the year, and has scheduled us into a game on Saturday night, which on two days notice, is likely going to result in more than half the team being unable to make it.&lt;br /&gt;I made the commitment to play goal, and I don't like to break my commitments unless its something unavoidable, so I'm not going to miss the game, but its jsut ridiculous to do that to people. I know Holly isn't very happy about me having to play, but I knew when I signed up there would be at least two Saturday nights that we would have to play. I think everyone expected more than two days notice. We also don't have any idea when we play during next week. It could very well be on Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say I wasn't in a good mood last night at 1am as my car's rear wheels start locking up. The funniest part is the mechanics who were supposed to fix it, have said "you told us not to worry about it." Yeah maybe not worry about it if it's fixed, which is what they told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109970580425342702?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109970580425342702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109970580425342702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109970580425342702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109970580425342702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/for-moment.html' title='For the moment'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109954191046631040</id><published>2004-11-03T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:18:30.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things aren't what they used to be....</title><content type='html'>Well I finally cleaned out the attic.... ok not my attic, the house that I'm working on's attic. Damned wood and crap was everywhere. Was really cool though to find newspapers from 1945 under the insulation (what little of it there is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last entry I was talking about a window into a simpler time, well this was another really cool window. I haven't read much of the papers yet, but there are articles about the Nuremburg trials, Canadian casualties from oversea's, KIA and MIA lists, several Saturday comics with Superman in them. It's almost as cool as when I found the newspapers at the last job I worked which were from 1911. Even found a timecapsule with family photos on that job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These newspapers date from 1944 - 1946 so from before the war was over, to just after it was over. I'm going to sit down and look at them at some point over the next little while. I love history so finding stuff like this is really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down and spent time with my kitten last night too. We don't get to see each other as much as we were before, but then we both have steady jobs now as well. I guess having money is good, provides for a lifestyle, but its nice to have the time to do things as well. I miss her when I don't see her in a couple of days. Always makes me smile. When I'm not getting jumped on, or dumped off my own bed onto the floor that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109954191046631040?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109954191046631040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109954191046631040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109954191046631040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109954191046631040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/things-arent-what-they-used-to-be.html' title='Things aren&apos;t what they used to be....'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109935534900119511</id><published>2004-11-01T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T16:29:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling</title><content type='html'>Once again its been a few days since I put anything here. Always something to do that keeps me away from it. Or I just don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a good weekend, Holly and I did the somewhat regular Saturday date, where I make her dinner, and we, watch a movie or TV or scrapbook or.... well somethings can be left to the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked her up and drove her home both nights, and listening to the old radio programs on AM 900 on the drive home Sunday was cool, epsecially since it was Hallowe'en. Was a looking glass into a simpler time. I've always thought it would have been cool to live in certain times of human history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was back to work today, bit of digging, bit of garbage dumping, bit of concrete mixing... wasn't in the house long today, but actually accomplished a fair bit. More to come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109935534900119511?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109935534900119511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109935534900119511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109935534900119511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109935534900119511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/11/crawling.html' title='Crawling'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109892805858684717</id><published>2004-10-27T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T18:47:38.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Things</title><content type='html'>So another day rolls by. Hockey last night resulted in a 4-2 loss for my team. I had a lousy game, and gave up 3 goals I should have had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has started to get more involved, though I'm losing my worker bitch this week when my Dad goes back to work, and when he takes off for the cottage next weekend. But I've managed to accomplish a fair amount in only 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Holly called me upset by something that Taxi-cab did. I can't fathom her patience with him. She claims to have none, yet has put up with his bullshit since the beginning of school. You're more patient than you think. I'd have long ago either... 1. Punched him in the face, or.... 2. Told him to go fornicate with farm animals.... But thats just me. See my dimplomacy skills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109892805858684717?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109892805858684717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109892805858684717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109892805858684717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109892805858684717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/little-things.html' title='Little Things'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109867411682728815</id><published>2004-10-24T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T20:15:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whenever I'm alone with you...</title><content type='html'>Been a great weekend. The lack of sleep and poor quality of sleep is just a inconvenient hiccup in what turned out to be a fantastic couple of days. Didn't really go anywhere, didn't technically do anything, but spent both Saturday, and Sunday with Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note I really like chinese food, its just really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thats all.... there is nothing else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109867411682728815?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109867411682728815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109867411682728815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109867411682728815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109867411682728815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/whenever-im-alone-with-you.html' title='Whenever I&apos;m alone with you...'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109851284291410130</id><published>2004-10-22T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T23:27:22.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glass Shatters...</title><content type='html'>I figured I'd best put something down since it's been nearly a week since I last produced anything. Its been a memorable week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent all day Tuesday with Holly, after she woke me up. That was great, nothing like getting that kind of wake up. What a great day... just...Wow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started working on my project on Wednesday, although it turned mainly into a shop for tools I need to do the job day. The next day was a work day, and came across some scary bad electrical... Some serious work needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent tonight after work with Holly and her best friend and former roomate Megan. Went out for dinner, and picked up a couple movies, watched one before I had to go for hockey, The Core, then they watched the second one (Ella Enchanted, thank goodness for hockey) while I was out. When I got back we all went out again, I ended up at some of my old stomping grounds, the drinking park, the hide from the cops cemetary.... Seems like a million years ago, but it was only like 7 or 8.... Good memories, still seems wierd that it was so long ago now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems alot of my good time lately have involved Holly. I like the person I am when I'm with her, I can leave my bitterness about my family aside most times and just have a good time, she can make me smile, and I actually am happy. Not just smiling to not look like an ass. She makes me laugh too, and has pushed me on ocassion to do things I likely would have just left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats why I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109851284291410130?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109851284291410130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109851284291410130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109851284291410130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109851284291410130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/glass-shatters.html' title='Glass Shatters...'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109796400231635133</id><published>2004-10-16T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T15:00:02.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn the page.</title><content type='html'>Well its another Saturday. Though this one has been slightly different than usual. Have begun the first of the planning for getting started on this work project. Ordered the first of the material, and have it coming Monday morning. Will likely get into full swing on the basement on Tuesday. Lots of work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly may be coming up after dinner. Not sure what the plan is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to call my Dad at the cottage, and he's coming home early to work for me. Everyone is none to pleased about it, but I need the help for certain things. Plus seeing as my car broke down, I need his truck as well. Just makes for a less enjoyable time at home thats all. Which really sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109796400231635133?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109796400231635133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109796400231635133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109796400231635133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109796400231635133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/turn-page.html' title='Turn the page.'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109780060827235362</id><published>2004-10-14T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T17:36:48.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while....</title><content type='html'>Haven't posted anything lately, but its been an interesting week. Got the job to work on the house I'd quoted a price for, I spent a fair amount of time with Holly, I played hockey, and my car broke down. The week isn't even over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went and had dinner with Holly last night as well, which was really great. She called it a celebration dinner for the aquisition of a job. I just enjoyed being out with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wonder why things happen the way they do. I never make any sense of it though. Shit happens on its own schedule and there seems to be no predicting it. Good things happen too. I'm excited about the job. I've gotten the go ahead and will be getting a check shortly to get the first of the materials I need to start the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't need my car to die on me. Thats just not helpful at all. Went down this morning to see Holly and went to pick her up a hot chocolate before I arrived at her house, and ended up having to get her to pick me up in the parking lot, as I stood next to my dead car. Time for a truck soon I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself preoccupied by various things though, which is making it somewhat difficult to concentrate on certain things. Partially fueled by the realisation today that I'm a complete and utter relationship idiot sometimes. I haven't been successful with relationships in the past, so I'm trying to learn on the fly. I have made, and probably will make lots of mistakes. I don't pretend to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully whats left of this week won't be a disaster, but things aren't tracking well at the moment, and once the thing is in motion it takes a while to dissipate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109780060827235362?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109780060827235362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109780060827235362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109780060827235362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109780060827235362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while....'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109743703397582833</id><published>2004-10-10T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T12:37:13.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exit light... Enter night...</title><content type='html'>Got home late last night after saying goodnight to Holly. Damn near died after some dipshit ran a stop sign in front of me. I missed them by 10 feet. I had half a mind to turn around and chase them down.... but common sense prevailed and I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a heart pumping end to a pretty fantastic day. Brought Holly a hot chocolate and bagel at work in the morning, and due to the somewhat lacksadaisical job she was working we hung out &amp; scrapbooked until she was done. Went out again after we dropped her car at home, and she ended up winning a bag of scrapbooking doodads at the store, which she was pretty happy about. I guess my somewhat patient and understanding take on her scrapbooking habit some people may not understand. For some strange reason its not "manly" or something to spend time with her while she does something she enjoys. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I don't care. My first girlfriend tried to tell me I had to stop playing so much hockey because seeing each other everyday for several hours a day wasn't enough time together. I think being able to enjoy time with her while she does something she loves is a huge plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another plus yesterday was getting home and having my Mom tell me the Vet dropped off some food and pills that will help my dog feel better. She hasn't had anymore accidents in the house, and she seems alot happier. She's old. Thats the prognosis. For a dog to reach 16 is impressive. Thats 112 in human years. If I'm still alive chasing squirrels at 112 I'll be pretty damn lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another plus. My Dad left to go up to the cottage and may not be home for 2 weeks the tension level went down, and the fun level went through the roof as soon as he was gone yesterday morning. I don't know how to feel about it. Is it right to be happy when your Dad is no longer around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well. Another day. Happy Thanksgiving folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109743703397582833?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109743703397582833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109743703397582833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109743703397582833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109743703397582833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/exit-light-enter-night.html' title='Exit light... Enter night...'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109720326695900306</id><published>2004-10-07T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T19:53:43.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Levitate</title><content type='html'>Well another day goes by, and the rifts in the family just get bigger and bigger. I'm so tired of it. Eventually it'll all come to and end, but it'll likely get ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent pretty near all day yesterday with Holly. I got suckered into helping her clean her room, while she played hookey from school. No big deal, though the logic of not cleaning my own room escapes me. Just can't be bothered. Just sitting around talking was nice. Went and got ice cream too. Can't go wrong with ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;We went apple picking on Tuesday afternoon, and it was alot of fun. The trees were pretty picked over, but we still came out with 20lbs of apples, and several pictures of the afternoon, including the romp through the corn maze. Had some thieved corn for dinner that night too. Though not all of it was corn fit for human consumption. Poor Andrea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The work thing has come to a pivotal point now. I meet with the client tomorrow, and she will then make decisions on whether things will go forward. Its not a small project, even though it really doesn't involve constructing anything new. I'll see how things go. Have spent a fair amount of time on this thing, so it should be pretty honed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109720326695900306?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109720326695900306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109720326695900306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109720326695900306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109720326695900306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/levitate.html' title='Levitate'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109678453957281403</id><published>2004-10-02T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T23:22:19.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miserable Bastard</title><content type='html'>All things considered it was a fantastic day. Helped Holly with her scrapbooking, made her dinner, and watched two movies. I think thats pretty good. Spending time with her always seems to make for a good day, not sure how she does it. Its certainly not me, I'm boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again my Dad's idiocy marred an otherwise unblemished day. My dog, who is having some bladder problems, pee'd on the floor. Well he decides to smack the dog around as usual. No matter what I've said he does it anyway, its getting to the point where I'm going to have to physically push him away from the dog. Shadow is nearly 16 years old. For a dog that is pretty damn impressive. When he gets to 105 years old then maybe he'll know why the dog is having trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish he would just leave. I guess he's miserable with his life, my sister, my Mom and I must be a pretty horrible family. Fact of the matter is he is fixated on money, but doesn't spend wisely. Then it becomes my Mom's fault because she bought some shampoo and soap or something ridiculous like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't know what to do anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109678453957281403?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109678453957281403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109678453957281403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109678453957281403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109678453957281403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/10/miserable-bastard.html' title='Miserable Bastard'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109659746296288172</id><published>2004-09-30T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T19:24:22.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wunderbar</title><content type='html'>I had a great day today. Spent a large chunk of time with Holly. Got caught up on the goings on, and worked on her scrapbooking stuff with her. I just love the person I am when I spend time with her. I actually smile because I'm happy. Call it corny, but its the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work seems to be going alright, spent another couple hours on the fence to finish off something and pack up my gear. Took back some of the materials which makes the job slightly more profitable for me. Still have to buckle down on the estimate for my buddy's step Mom's place. Looking like its not going to cheap with what I've gotten so far. Which isn't a big surprise to me. Whether she wants to spend the money is another matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hours with Holly + Getting paid tomorrow = A great day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109659746296288172?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109659746296288172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109659746296288172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109659746296288172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109659746296288172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/wunderbar.html' title='Wunderbar'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109643640775523069</id><published>2004-09-28T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T22:41:11.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can be said about Tuesday's....</title><content type='html'>Worked today on a project of my own organizing, and of my own aquisition. Got basically 75% done in one day so will be making a good wage for less than 2 full days work. I do however need to sit down and come up with some numbers for another potential project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played competitive league hockey tonight for the first time in nearly 5 years. Boy have I missed it. There is nothing like competition to get the juices going. Turned out to be a 7-1 win for us as well, so a pretty good night, and a decent day all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing like the feeling of competition though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109643640775523069?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109643640775523069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109643640775523069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109643640775523069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109643640775523069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/what-can-be-said-about-tuesdays.html' title='What can be said about Tuesday&apos;s....'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109624772850657279</id><published>2004-09-26T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T20:54:18.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Sunday</title><content type='html'>Dropped off some of my tools in preparation fo working on this fence project I picked up through Tim Hortons. So when the lumber finally gets delivered (sometime before 4pm, really narrowed it down), I can get working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly came to see me today too, which was great. Came straight from St. Catherines to here, and we got something to eat. Then I took her to the new Wal-Mart. Apparently my choices in scrapbooking ribbons are not the choices she would make. I guess I don't have the touch. Sure is alot of stuff to choose from though. Good for crafty people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home and relaxed for a bit and then She had to go home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be a busy day all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109624772850657279?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109624772850657279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109624772850657279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109624772850657279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109624772850657279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/another-sunday.html' title='Another Sunday'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109609427724056619</id><published>2004-09-24T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T23:37:57.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Day Today</title><content type='html'>Well finally got the $100 for the car stereo I sold, and with the GST check deposited I have just shy of $300!! Woo hoo. It sucks having no money, making d0 from month to month is not my idea of fun. But the good ole shoulder can be thanked for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the night with Holly and had a relaxing evening. I made her dinner, chicken caesar salad, and a steak, then we watched some TV and vegged. Really glad she came to see me today. She even brought me a present! Juice and water to put in my fridge instead of Coke, which I've now not had any of for 11 days. It was really sweet of her to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109609427724056619?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109609427724056619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109609427724056619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109609427724056619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109609427724056619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/great-day-today.html' title='Great Day Today'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109582401178668086</id><published>2004-09-21T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T20:33:31.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work? Perhaps so..</title><content type='html'>So today I went and checked out my buddy's step Mom's place just to get a rough idea what she's after. Looks like I could end up doing a large job here, if she's so inclined. It may be beyond my means to accomplish with my current resources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking a complete excavation of the exterior of the foundation, the demolition of the garage and the bedroom above it, a fair amount of repointing of the brick, paint stripping, repainting, installing a new cieling on the porch, re-stuccoing the porch beams, repairing the stucco on the 2nd floor.... there is more, but suffice it to say, I may be unable to accomplish it even if she wants to go ahead with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the stage now where I need to get a report going on all the things needed to bring this house up to par, them bring in subcontractors and get them to quote me on how much certain things are going to cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long and complicated it can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another trip to Burlington tonight to see Holly as well, and after cleaning her wheels.... on her rollerblades.... we went for a roll around the block. A great end to a decent day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109582401178668086?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109582401178668086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109582401178668086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109582401178668086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109582401178668086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/work-perhaps-so.html' title='Work? Perhaps so..'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109574251987679117</id><published>2004-09-20T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T22:01:45.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Days</title><content type='html'>My Holly inspired, personal quest to give up Coke has hit 7 days. Not sure if I can trust my self to have one anymore, its like an addiction, once I started I just kept on going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a lazy day today. Did get out walking with Holly tonight. Hadn't seen her since Saturday evening before she took off to St. Catherines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this house is so much better when my Dad isn't home. Everyone is relaxed, and talk with one another. But when he gets home (whenever that may be, from wherever that may be) it'll just turn into one big knot of tension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109574251987679117?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109574251987679117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109574251987679117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109574251987679117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109574251987679117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/seven-days.html' title='Seven Days'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109564033403153840</id><published>2004-09-19T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T17:32:14.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The point was.....?</title><content type='html'>Another wasted weekend really. Seeing as I'm unemployed everyday is a weekend though. I suppose the time spent working on my two cars doesn't count as wasted, but I likely could have found something else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have gone to St. Catherines with Holly last night. I especially regretted not going after getting several text messages and a drunken phone call about how worthless she was feeling, and that her friends were ignoring her, and that Taxi Cab (Tavi) was being indifferent.... Might have just been the alchohol but she still seemed upset, and I should have been there for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just really glad to have someone like Holly in my life who I really care deeply for. Makes my current professional, and family life bearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109564033403153840?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109564033403153840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109564033403153840' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109564033403153840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109564033403153840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/point-was.html' title='The point was.....?'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109547474062592366</id><published>2004-09-17T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T21:10:36.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Day </title><content type='html'>Well spent the vast majority of the day with Holly. We picked up EJ and went rollerblading in Hamilton. 8km along the trails at Bayfront park. Was alot of fun, and a pretty good workout. I think Holly was ready to die by the time we got back though, and I'd pulled or pushed her for at least a km or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to EJ's house for lunch, good food. Holly seemed to enjoy the time spent with her friend, though I had no idea about anything they were talking about sometimes. The two of them talking about highschool days, made me think about some of the silly crap myself and my friends did. Kind of miss it sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got home tonight I was in a bad mood. Have what seems like my e-brake slightly stuck on again. On the newly done rotors and calipers, which were forced down my throat by my Dad. Who even as I type this is being a dickhead. He's so selfish and self centered, its beginning to bother me alot. We'd went out for dinner earlier and I had finally gotten over my shitty mood from earlier tonight which was caused by not just the brakes but, the quote I put in for a job was apparently like $50 more than someone else and they're trying to get me to go lower. I went about as low as I can go really. I'm not dropping my labour below $18/hour. Might sound concieted but my work is worth at least that much. Now back to the shit mood after my Dad's latest tantrums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, just tired of dealing with everyone being stressed out by my Dad. I think I'm reaching my breaking point. Its a good damn thing for the time I've spent with Holly or I'd have snapped already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109547474062592366?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109547474062592366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109547474062592366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109547474062592366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109547474062592366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/super-day.html' title='Super Day '/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109539779822299342</id><published>2004-09-16T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T22:09:58.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was Thursday</title><content type='html'>Started the day rollerblading with Holly again. She pushed it a little harder today, must have got a good workout. Then we went for lunch after picking up Holly's friend EJ. Those Pita's are starting to grow on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've hit 4 days without drinking a single Coke. Personal record for me. Most days I'd have downed 4 or 5. Trying to be "healthier" whatever that is. Personally I think anyday you don't wake up dead is healthy, but I don't mind getting back in shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had hockey tonight, and was not very effective. My mind wandered and I lost concentration at times. Will hopefully get back into a groove in the next little bit, since it seems the league I signed up for starts Sept. 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109539779822299342?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109539779822299342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109539779822299342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109539779822299342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109539779822299342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/it-was-thursday.html' title='It was Thursday'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109528503069447165</id><published>2004-09-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T14:50:30.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollerbladage</title><content type='html'>Went for a rollerblade with Holly today. Was good to get out and do something again. Contrary to popular belief there was no showing off done on my part, I simply needed to go a little faster at times. Been so long since I'd gone blading though, took a little while to get used to it again. Ice skating for hockey is a completely different style sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally heard back from one guy I'd sent my resume to. Wasn't much of a response though... "I haven't forgotten about you"... thats super. No response from two others. Don't expect to hear from the one now since its been nearly 5 days since the response was sent. The other has only been a day, but still... Would be nice if people would respond promptly to e-mails, especially if you're going to give the address as a way of contacting you. Common courtesy would seem to apply here in that, a response, even a negative one, is better than not hearing anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dropped a quote off for a section of fence with my Mom's manager. Was kind of surprised how much it ended up being, but the materials weren't cheap. I kind of dropped my labour rate a bit as well, just because I could use the job to make some money. I'll see what happens tomorrow most likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109528503069447165?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109528503069447165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109528503069447165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109528503069447165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109528503069447165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/rollerbladage.html' title='Rollerbladage'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109519429601924757</id><published>2004-09-14T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:38:16.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tinfoil Room</title><content type='html'>Well starting one of these share your life, and thoughts and dreams things. Suggestion is a useful tool. We'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent sometime over the last couple days looking at finding some work. When you don't want to be someone elses bitch, its not that easy. Need to make some money though. Seems to make the world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Holly finds some work to do that she enjoys and wants to do. Stop doubting the skills, and don't let other people inflame doubt. You either know you're good at something, or know you're not. You can get better at things, but doubting something you're good at is foolish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109519429601924757?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109519429601924757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109519429601924757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109519429601924757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109519429601924757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/tinfoil-room.html' title='The Tinfoil Room'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109519573429141493</id><published>2004-09-12T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:08:27.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>Well the camping trip was great. Had alot of fun. Noteworthy though... use sunscreen... bring an axe.... and make sure to put the drain plug back in cooler before sitting it in your trunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, was something I'd like to do again. Though I think maybe next time two nights is plenty. Three was still good, but am totally beat from the sun, and the lesser quality of sleep you get on a camping trip.&lt;br /&gt;Was alot of things still that we could have done while we were there, but it was great spending time with Holly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109519573429141493?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109519573429141493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109519573429141493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109519573429141493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109519573429141493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109519561295758985</id><published>2004-09-08T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:09:50.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a bad day... not at all</title><content type='html'>Just about everything is arranged, ready, and loaded in the carfor camping tomorrow. Talked to Holly about her job interviews before she left for them tonight. Then went to Tim Hortons for hot chocolate after she was doneto talk some more. Its great spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its great that she will likely be making $12/hour for nannying, but it just shows what a moron I was for being loyal to my former "boss" and working for $10/hour doing some hard labour on the construction site for 3 years and ruining my shoulder in the process.... ah well....cest la vie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109519561295758985?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109519561295758985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109519561295758985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109519561295758985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109519561295758985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/not-bad-day-not-at-all.html' title='Not a bad day... not at all'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8328268.post-109519537081887751</id><published>2004-09-07T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T15:09:21.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping is Fun</title><content type='html'>Have had a boatload of fun just organizing to go camping this week. Will hopefully be even more fun once we get out and go. In the mean time I continue my stagnation on the career front. Should just cut my damn arm off then the shoulder wouldn't matter. Unfortunately the neck bothers me just as much at times, and decapitation isn't an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8328268-109519537081887751?l=apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/feeds/109519537081887751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8328268&amp;postID=109519537081887751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109519537081887751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8328268/posts/default/109519537081887751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://apocolypseyesterday.blogspot.com/2004/09/camping-is-fun.html' title='Camping is Fun'/><author><name>[ doug ]</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17443265598363839603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
