Day EightFive: The lesson for today boys and girls are people in general are complete pieces of shit and it's only getting worse... what the fuck, do people not even try to instill some form of morals in kids as they are growing up. WTF am I talking about... these are likely the kids of the same people hoarding fucking toilet paper. So we played some more of that stupid fucking game today so I could help him get back everything he had lost and try to help him get the machine he was trying to build. Now I won't buy him an account for any of these stupid games, if he wants something he has to work in the game and earn things... And I keep track of what he's doing, he likes to show me his progress and is proud of what he accomplishes... I have to come and check out the fast food store he's built or new guns he's collected or how many points he's got for running over chickens with tricycles and how much money he's earned and how he's ranked against the other players. AND He's pretty generous to others... he enjoys helping others in almost everything he does. In this particular game he has built things that create resources in excess of his needs SO he was allowing other people to collect his surplus. Now to do this he has to give them permissions in the game that also allow them to take anything they want not just the stuff he is generously letting them have for free. So... I get the question, "can I let Xplayer collect crops on my island?" - I remind him the damage they can do, I remind him that he can't even trust his piece of shit friend, and then tell him it's his game and he can do what ever he wants to do. This happened 4 times today... I rode this fucker out and just keep helping him rebuild every time some one would fuck him over and start taking all his stuff again. After about 10 hours of rebuilding and collecting materials that had been taken, I Gave the Fuck up. I had to tell him... I'm not doing it anymore... lesson for the day: People are Fucking Pieces of Garbage... Don't trust Anyone... better to come to that realization before you get older and people are screwing you out of things a little more substantial Like Money, Homes, Vehicles, Trailers, Other Possessions... Did I ask What the Fuck is wrong with people??? And why don't they cut off people hands that steal things anymore? When did that fall out of fashion? Not even sure that would make a difference anymore... there seems to be no link between actions and consequences. Maybe we should blame the internet, no the lack of supervision on the internet... not the parents not watching everything they do, I'm talking about some form of supervision at the app level... people are putting out sloppy programming shit with little to no thought about how their stuff is being used and who is using it. The sheer number of 'users' and anonymity is mind boggling BUT this is where people are learning now. Oh look they are learning on the internet isn't that wonderful... Bull Shit! Just look at what they are learning... In the last couple of days we have learned it's normal to Lie, Cheat and Steal and there is pretty much nothing that can be done if you act this way... these kids are going to grow up with no reason to think there is anything wrong with doing any of these things to get ahead or get what you want. Now don't get me wrong, this isn't all the fault of people learning stuff online... there were plenty of people before the internet that turned into the same pieces of shit. My mother in law is a fine example... oh wait and my ex's mother and step father too, oh and I have had a few 'friends' that fit in that category... but I can see things getting much worse as time marches on. Mark my words... left unchecked things are going to get ugly. Hell to most of them it's just good fun to try and screw people over. Think about that. Heather made it home and both the boy and I were in a foul mood. They went outside to play while I cut up some stuff for dinner and cooked some snausages. While they were outside they cleaned up the yard, stick and rock removal... looks like lawn mowing is on deck for the weekend.... I wonder if I can get any of them running... it's been a while. After dinner I decided that a new Minecraft server was in order... No point in waiting for fucking utopia to spring out of some programmers ass on the internet... if you want something done right, just do it yourself. He decided on a Skyblock server so we will see how that goes... no swearing, stealing, griefing, scamming... blah blah blah... You can't be a decent member of society, your going to get a huge ass boot right in the pants. Want to play all nice nice and be friendly to each other they will see a lot more perks. Well it seems to be up and running... I'm going to go build an Island. PM me if you want to play and I will give you the IP and port#.

Day EightyFuck... hang on, scrolling back... Day EightyFour: See that wasn't so hard now was it. Funny thing, Day EightyFuck just happened to ba Humpday... Yes, another Wednesday. Heather woke up, I woke up, Heather got ready for work, I went back … See More

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First I would like to say to Facebook: FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!!!!! If you are offended by this please continue to read this it might help you adjust your sensitivity level to something more appropriate of friendship status on my account. So I will start off with Day EightyFour, write on that for a few hours and then have Facebook tell me I wrote too much and not get me an opportunity to fix that by editing my post... seems they will tell you it's too long when you push the post button... they can't post it... AND as a bonus feature apparently it's beyond their ability to allow you to actually correct the problem by simply editing your post because: it didn't post so it's not there to edit... and it's left you with only a small box, outlined in red with your 1st sentence and the ... See More box which doesn't actually work to let you see more... it does nothing. Hell I wouldn't even mind tooo much typing it all in again if I could take a screen shot and redo it... now I have to remember what I wrote and do it all over again... but this time when I write it I won't be in such a good mood. Did I mention FUCK YOU FACEBOOK!!!? When I'm finished doing that entry and loosing it secondly I will post this entry ranting about how narrow minded the Pricks at Facebook are... then I will try to re-enter that monster post about day 84. THIS I WOULD LIKE TO SHARE (As it's Facebook's Logic behind the decision to put a fucking limit to the text you post with having an option to edit said post to conform to their stupidity...) Yes... Here is their reason the limit is set how its
"If you're curious how Facebook arrived at this seemingly random number, Facebook engineer Bob Baldwin explained to ZDnet, “I set the exact limit to something nerdy. Facebook … Face Boo K … hex(FACE) - K … 64206 - 1000 = 63206." In other words, Baldwin calculated the number using the hexadecimal numeral system: The hexadecimal value of "FACE" is 64,206. Then, Baldwin subtracted "K," or "kilo-" (the prefix for 1,000), to arrive at 63,206."
FUCKING DICKS HEADS!

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Day EightyFuck... hang on, scrolling back... Day EightyFour: See that wasn't so hard now was it. Funny thing, Day EightyFuck just happened to be Humpday... Yes, another Wednesday. Heather woke up, I woke up, Heather got ready for work, I went back <<<BTW This is how much of the 80,000+ character post I was able to recover>>> to sleep, Heather left the house and closed the door and I woke up again and thought about grabbing a shower... I went back to sleep. The alarm went off, ya, I have to get up, I went back to sleep... the boy came down stairs and I said good morning and thought that I should really make breakfast... I went back to sleep, 15 minutes passed, I woke up, AND THEN... you know what I did? Nope, I got the fuck up and took that shower I was going to take 3 hours ago. Then I made Breakfast. It was doctors appointment day, we went to pick up sidekick to take him into town. When we got to the doctor's office Lawson and I waited in the car... It was at this point that he told me that the Minecraft session with his teacher was in about a half an hour... Umm.. ok. So I made the iPhone a hotspot and got his iPad connected to the internet... he spent the first while looking up all the info for his login... looks like the teacher told him to ask his parents... lol I can't remember my own shit never mind the 10,000's of passwords and accounts he has. Pretty sure the school/teacher should be fielding account and password issues since it's the same one he uses at school. Anyway long story short... APPLE SUCKS, the connection was shit and he kept getting punted before the game could even get running. Have to try again when we got home. Eventually sidekick emerged from the doctors. Time to restock the fridge... Off to Your Independent Grocers in Timmins (they really need full credit for this)... now the boy doesn't need anymore COVID exposure. He stayed in the car, window down a crack, water bowl on the floor and iPad in hand... he's good like that, knows we are just inside and can tell strangers to go fuck themselves. Sidekick and I get to the front door... This is where we are accosted by the Fucking COVID Nazi Patrol... "Are you together?" And I'm thinking we aren't fucking each other up that ass or anything if that's what you mean... but it came out of my mouth as: "We came in the same car, why?" - Well let me tell you, I'm all for minimizing risk and following the rules but fuck... apparently they are letting mentally challenged millennials who are math impaired make rules... no logic involved, not even flawed logic... it's must have been a grouping random thought that might piss people off all put in a hat and selected one by one as random drawing and put into affect as the new COVID Policies. APPARENTLY Rule 1 states that if you drive all the way from Matheson and pickup someone that can't get into town because you are concerned for their well being... you may not enter the store at the same time... one person must do all their shopping and the other must wait at the door and then when the first person comes out, the second person can go in... OK THANKS... that Doubles our risk of getting COVID Shopping at your store... rather than being exposed to all the people that are in the store for the next half an hour while we shop, we are now exposed to all the people that are in there for the first half hour and all the people that are in there for the next half hour... fuck why don't I just shake everyone's hands on the way in while I wait. Fucktards. We didn't go there to hang out like teenagers at the fucking mall... I need to get some fucking food... and you know what... the shit that we eat isn't the same as the shit that sidekicks eats... that stuff will kill you... I don't even see him when we go in... we are both adult... and for the most part even if we don't remember where the car is parked, we know kinda what it looks like and can wander around until we find it if someone points us towards the parking lot, we will rondi-vous there as long as neither of us catch the COVID in the store and drop dead on the spot. Let's just say we, unbeknown to ourselves had the COVID and brought it to the store... same thing, only one at a time... we now have contact with twice as many people... all the people that were in the store from 11-11:30 AND all the people that were in the store from 11:30-12... fucking stupid. So if you were there between those time today you might want to get tested. OK so we've al least doubled our risk of both contracting COVID at the YIG and double the Risk of Spreading the disease, thank you very much management. We get in the door. What all that and you haven't even started to shop yet? NOPE. We get in the door I go do my shopping... I perimeter shop... basically there is almost nothing you need in the isles. However there are the odd thing here and there you have to reach in for... which leads me to the directional arrow on the floor... dear lord give me strength... and you were wondering about the half hour comment earlier... I know you were... What the hell is he buying that takes half and hour to shop for? My trips are normally 10 minutes or so tops. SO... with the Arrow gem we are increasing the Risk of COVID another three fold for ourselves and everyone else in the store. See that fucking jar of Mayo 12 feet down this isle with an arrow pointing this way? Ya, now I have to walk to the far side of the store, past all the people waiting in the checkout line (like I need that) and all the way back... now my handicap ass doesn't like all that walking in the first place but now I find myself in the Dog Food Isle... what the fuck am I doing in the Dog Food Isle... I don't own a fucking dog... great we've just doubled my risk again because I'm on some kind of magical tour of the grocery store seeing places I've never seem before like I'm on Disney's Pirates of the Caribbean E Ticket ride... ya keep your hands in the boat you are floating through the sea of COVID19. And then you have chuckle Monkey standing there reading ingredient on the back of the dog food bag like there are health issues and a dog's life at stake here... good to see he's at least concerned about the dogs health I guess... I look in his cart... fuck I was standing there for 10 minutes waiting to get by (yes he parked his cart on one side of the isle and was standing on the other side... which would normally be a wide enough isle to pass in and still leave 6 feet but not once you force people to go between your cart and yourself... likely the same idiot that took up 3 parking spaces in the lot outside), like I said I look in his cart because I have time to kill and needed to know what fuels stupidity these days... apparently it's frozen pizza, canned spam and furniture polish... because hey, what meal isn't complete without a lemony tasting treat from a spray can for dessert. So 3 hours later I finally get the fucking jar of Mayo and continue around the outside of the isles... Oh but I have to mention, they've solved the problem with shit selling out and empty shelves... not a problem anymore... if you raise the prices high enough people will leave it on the shelf and only buy what they need to get by... they use to call that price gouging... now it's a form of stupidity control. You know what they can do with ground beef at $15 bucks a kilo? Yup exactly... give me the fresh salmon, it's cheaper (I use the term fresh loosely, we have no fresh food in the north)... kinda not so much frozen anymore and only smelling a little funky would be a more accurate description. The COVID Store rant went on for a while but since this is the 2nd time I've typed this out I'm going to cut it short. TBC

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We went for lunch at The Pick of the Crop, they normally have something warm at a decent price behind the counter... for a dollar or so more than a burger joint's value meal it's much better food and you can get what ever size serving you want. HOWEVER... Sidekick made the mistake of asking what something was today... "Buffalo Chicken" - I look over at it... sorry I had to ask... "So What makes that <Buffalo> Chicken?"... the girl looked at me with a puzzled look on her face... the chef had obviously not informed the waitstaff as to the finer details of the days menu... "um... they have breading on them..." - Ya sorry sunshine, unless you are grinding up actual buffalo in the back and using that to bread your chicken with, breading is not a "Buffalo" thing and in no way constitutes the use of the term "Buffalo"... Buffalo chicken isn't breaded, it isn't little compress patties of some type of fowl and they are hot and saucy. There was nothing about these things that had anything to do with Buffalo, be it the City or the animal. 100% Fail... you want to tell me they are chicken nuggets, I'm fine with that... I still wouldn't eat them but I'm not going to lose my fucking mind over it... I got some for the boy, he enjoyed them... but they were not Fucking <<<BUFFALO>>> anything. People throw that term around here like it's some kind of prestigious thing... fuck, have you been to Buffalo? Seriously... Buffalo chicken wings were scrap food that wasn't fit to serve the customers... ya, we're all completely loaded, what's left over in the kitchen tonight? There is no prep work, they aren't breaded, they are tossed in sauce when they come out of the deep fryer, hot sauce... there are no mild buffalo wings (well no mild up here standard of mild)... and people ask you here, would you like your Buffalo Wings breaded or plain, bone in or boneless, hot med, or mild, honey garlic sauce or BBQ... it's like Fuck Off... these are not options of Buffalo Chicken... go to the Anchor Bar website and order some Buffalo Chicken if you want some... they will freeze that shit and mail it to you. And then it was noon. TBC

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I'm sure there was more to that chicken rant too but... so we went the fuck home. OK we didn't go directly home, we stopped by the farm for eggs and dropped off sidekick. Lawson was able to log in and play some Minecraft with the teacher and class... apparently there is no french word for gate... that word kept sticking out in the conversation they were having... it disturbs me when I'm listening to someone speak in a different language and then English words just appear... like at least say it with an accent so it fits in. LOL I sent an Email to Heather at work... Hey, what the hell to you marinade the salmon in? No response... apparently it's a secret OR as per usual the internet is shit up here too. Rainy Days = Shit Internet... they can't fix it, they have tried... only solution... um, try again tomorrow. But that's a rant for another day. She got home and took care of the fish and tried again to teach me to cook rice. Long story, if I touch it something always goes wrong, honest, not my fault (once I used the rice cooker, went by the instructions exactly, half way through cooking the rice expanded to the point it lifted the lid off the cooker and the rice stopped cooking... APPARENTLY when the instructions say "One Cup" they meant one of their special cups that came with the cooker, not an actual measured cup. And no the cup wasn't with the cooker by then) - I watched... I don't eat rice, why learn to cook it now... can't see it being a useful future skill. I know, I could become the next Great Rice Cook of the North... ya OK. All in all Lawson was a pretty good kid today and put up with a lot of being hauled around and left left to sit in the car too much... So I tried to make it up to him by playing some more of that game with him... once again at 8:00 he packed it in and went to bed... I might be starting to like this game... any game boring enough to put him to sleep can't be half bad. AND THEN I started to write this mess 5 hours ago... no, I'm not checking it for errors at this point, speeling or otherwise... just struggle through it, I know you can.  Did I mention FUCK FACEBOOK?

Rod Turnbull
Heather wanted me to read this to her when I was done... she doesn't seem to be awake... maybe she wanted to check the content and edit it for social issue... meh I'm afraid there isn't much hope for these posts or the person making them... not enough hours in the day to fix that kinda stuff. LOL

Day EightyThree: Breakfast [check] Garbage out [check] Play dough made [check] Helped finish Native Long House Project [check] OnLine Class for Lawson [check] Lunch [check] Wow... up until noon the day seemed to be going along just swimmingly. Then came the phone call... dear lord there is always one in the group... usually it's my mother-in-law... but I have to tell you, Lawson has a friend who is my mother-in-law in training. There is a reason these people have no friends. Well they have themselves which would be more than enough for them if they were independently wealth and could just pay people to do everything for them. So Lawson plays games online with other people from his class, most of the time things go well, most of his friends are normal when it comes to simple concepts like sharing, helping each other, getting along with each other... sure there are the screaming noises that come from the basement as smoke comes out of their avatars body from the multiple gun shot wounds (I use gun shot as a relative term, the holes could be from anything between speargun to accidental SAM deployment), they are kids, kids make noise when they are having fun, that's fine. But there is always that one "friend" that never got how to think of anything but themselves, that one that you would forget to call and invite places but they would some how show up anyway... someone must have invited them but no one is willing to admit it... they abuse your generosity... promises to pay you back on Tuesday if you buy them a hamburger today (but never pay you back)... they drink all you beer, ask for a ride to the liquor store so they can buy you some more, forget their wallet so you have to pay and then they drink that beer too. So Lawson plays with one of these people... and I have to listen to it because he uses the speaker phone, pretty much beside me. I'm going to spare you the details but after an hour of being lied to, screwed over, stolen from... some begging and back stabbing... yup that was it... hang up the phone, find a new friend to play with, this is over... not happening anymore. So I pretty much hate the game he's playing (nothing really wrong with it just not my cup of tea)... I logged in and made an account and took care of the thing this other kid was paid to do for him... that is after collecting all the resources again that were stolen... we played together for the rest of the after noon. No one needs to deal with a complete fucking dick head like that... I certainly don't want Lawson growing up and thinking that it's acceptable behaviour... Heather got home and I got a break from the game. Chicken Meatballs in Buffalo Chicken Wing Sauce... on a bun (yes one of our buns)... and then a few more meatie-balls on the side that wouldn't fit LOL. And maybe a few more passing through the kitchen out of the pot... after that I went back to playing with Lawson until bed time. Some times you need a good friend to play with... even if thy are a little older and swear and throw things on the floor because of lack of coordination... His computer crashed again at 8pm, he packed it in and got to sleep at a reasonable time. Game might have just bored him to sleep, I know I fell face first into the keyboard on several occasions. Ya, Daddy's taking a quick break while the lag catches up. LOL After Lawson and Heather fell to sleep I finish up some art work and sent it off to be made into stickers and t-shirts.

GoaliePow Sticker and T-Shirt
Leanne B
Which game? The girls drive me insane with Roblox and Dylan drives me nuts with fortnite. Dylan is the only one allowed playing with mics or over the phone because he’s in the basement

Rod Turnbull
The game I didn't like was indeed Roblox... I can't even see me playing Fortnite, any controller that has more than the standard one button I had when I was a kid is just too much for me to remember... ok I seem to have dropped my gun again, I see it at my feet, which button do I use to pick it up and when I pick it up do I need to push a button to load it or is that automatic and which one is fire again??? Oh never mind I seem to be dead again already. How are you dead? the game hasn't even started yet... I don't know, call me gifted or old or what ever... And when he's playing fortnite with the mic/speaker on I have to walk away some times... a few days ago there was a 6 year old trying to explain to the others about how he had a ball sack and girls don't have ball sacks they only have lines... I'm like who the hell are you playing with? He's like just some random kids online that asked him to join their group... it's like those kids are idiots... go find someone else to play with. I'm listening to them play minecraft with their teacher right now... completely different conversation thankfully LOL - Is there no french word for gate? I keep hearing that come up in the conversation... LOL

Leanne B
I forgot about that Minecraft with the teacher I’ve been busy doing everything else today. I only play call of duty these days myself but I keep in game chat disabled

Rod Turnbull
I was reminded of the Minecraft session while we were sitting in a parking lot in Timmins about 1/2 hour before it started... so I made my iPhone a hotspot and hooked the ipad up to it... and lets just say apple is garbage... nothing worked. Had to go home and log in there.

Day EightyTwo: Damn, looked in the fridge this morning and nothing... going to have to break down and actually buy some stuff this week, maybe Wednesday. Lawson had a grilled cheese sandwich for breakfast and a can of soup for lunch if that give you any idea what the fridge looks like... took some porkchops out of the freezer so we wouldn't starve to death today... Heather did find some strawberries and whipping cream to go with the rest of the cake... yes there actually was one piece left, the berries and cream just made it go a little farther. Tomorrow... I will start cutting wood tomorrow. Tidied up the kitchen (weekends are hard on it)... got some banking sorted out (that reminds me I have to go finish that, BRB)... OK Back... almost like I never left. Let's see what else did I forget to do today... man, I'm sure the list is huge. Have you ever worked on little things all day and then looked back and failed to find anything worth mentioning... ya that was today. I did sort out who Captain Isaiah Robinson is... my grandfather on my dad's side of the family, his mother's grandfather. Lawson saw his photo (yes photo) on Facebook and pondered on how someone from the 1800's had a Facebook account. Oh, More bad COVID News Today. Soccer has officially been canceled for the summer... this was going to be Lawson's 1st year on the Travel team U12 division I believe. Can't wait until this is to the point where the children aren't getting screwed over every time I turn around. I will leave you tonight with the photo of my Great great great grandfather... pretty sure he was a pirate.

Captain Robinson

Day EightyOne: Someone from out of country asked if our quarantine was over... I thought to my self quarantine? Umm... are you asking if we are allowed to play hockey yet? That's pretty much the gold standard of life returning to normal as Canadian's know it... No, we are not allowed to play hockey yet. A slow start to the morning, no one went out of there way to wake anyone up, I woke up and fell back to sleep a few time before we actually hauled our asses out of bed and made breakfast... eggs, omelettes, cake... yes cake, apparently I wasn't fast enough at the stove this morning... Heather ate half an omelette and stopped... too full... can't eat anymore... yes, she got into the birthday cake while waiting for the eggs. Meh, her birthday weekend, pretty much free to do as she pleases. She made Lawson a smoothie to go with his breakfast. Had a coffee and made plans for the day... she was going to clean out the lower cupboards in the kitchen and I was going to make doors for them... I got out the tape measure and wrote down some number as to how big the holes were and how much Maple I had in the basement. I then took all the data and headed off to the computer, I'd sketch up some doors, take some measurements from the parts and go cut some wood... oh sure if I had enough Maple I would have just gone down and started cutting pieces... but honestly that crap is expensive not like the cedar and pine I have lying about everywhere. First thing I changed to save wood was the type of joints from lap to dowel, the insets got 1/4" smaller all around as did the bevels they were going to set in... the goal was to cover the hole and have enough extra to allow for adjustments, I cut doors to fit the hole once... sure in a prefect world that would work but having a little wiggle room will look a lot more professional than gaps showing. I made a layout, a parts list... added up the sizes of the parts, laid them out on the wood I had, double checked them... they were wrong... did it again, laid it out again, checked the amount of wood, too little, changed the design to get a few more inches in there, laid it out again, the numbers didn't match, a fourth time... no luck... by dinner I almost had it... Heather had made stuffed mushrooms for dinner, they were wonderful but not the boy's cup of tea, he got sausage and perogies because he likes that. Back to the computer... You know I think I finally got it... and then I realized the drawer fronts were too thin and after all that I'm still going to have to buy more to finish 2 drawer fronts. I'm starting to realize why it's so hard to find solid wood cupboards and doors now... everything at Home-depot is press-board/ fiberboard/ cardboard/ lotasboard but not real solid wood... I guess it's a dying fad. Pretty sure I could put a big block Chrysler motor in my kitchen cupboards though without anything adverse happening... wouldn't want to do that with particleboard. Just like the good old days when things were designed with overkill in mind... so are the cupboard strong enough to hold all my dishes? Er, I don't know how I'd figure that out exactly, how about I just make them strong enough that I think they may hold an elephant... then I will be sure it will hold all your dishes. Now it's like: "...and make sure you read all the instructions that come with the set before, after and during use, if you don't load them properly and keep only the recommended number of plates on your shelves it will void the warranty and will likely fall off the wall. Feels like I got nothing accomplished today but I do have a cut list and will likely be heading into the basement tomorrow to start making sawdust. Didn't even have time to play any games today or read squat on the internet. Tired of thinking must quit now.

Day Eighty: Well the birthday weekend continued... Got up and made heather and the boy breakfast, boy wanted pancakes and girl wanted omelettes (cheese, ham, shrooms) a little bacon on the side... we went through 2 pots of coffee today (likely why I'm listening to her stomach make monster noises right now)... And after breakfast settled, we started in on the Frosting... honestly I know Heather didn't trust me because it's kind of finicky... it started out with an argument over which pot would be best to use for a double-boiler, I won. Then she kinda took over, I'm not overly fond of marshmallow type frosting so it's not something I normally dabble with and if you want something done right you do it yourself... it's Heather's favorite, she was willing to do it herself... I helped stir... when and how I was told to. LOL I did show her how to keep it from separating while mixing in the butter... setting the mixing bowl in a larger bowl of ice-water keeps it cool even when you mix the hell out of it with the electric mixer.   Once finished Lawson and I set out to decorating the cake. (See below) He's getting better at making stars with the cake decorator... he placed the candles in a small grouping in the middle of the cake. When I questioned him the reasoning behind it was that mommy always spaces his out on the cake and they are almost impossible to blow out... and then you need to wait a whole nother year at the chance of a wish coming true... thinking about it it's kinda harsh. I told Heather she has to be a lot nicer to Lawson next year because he did that for her... and if he is doing it for her, I'm sure that's what he would like you to do for him. Lawson lit the candles and we sang Happy Birthday to Heather... followed by mid afternoon cake eating for everyone. No one did a lot today, we watch a bit of tv... did some online banking... played a few games and did Pizza and Wings for dinner because it Saturday night. Lawson ate while playing games on the xbox with his friends. Heather and I started to watch a series called History 101.... it was apparently written by morons who couldn't fact find their way out of a wet paper bag... 5 minutes into season 1 episode 2, we stopped and found something more based in reality... ya, we watched a few episodes of The Ranch... and because it's her birthday weekend I even let her listen to the song at the beginning I normally skip over... I'm not a big country fan. Somewhere we got side tracked and bought $100 worth of nail polish on line... not sure how that happens, might have had something to do with my thumb but this stuff was for Heather... afterwards Heather crashed and I send Lawson to bed and then I played on the internet a bit, trolled some friends on facebook... wrote this and the fell to sleep myself. (foreshadowing) LOL

Heather's Birthday Cake

Day SeventyNine: Happy Birthday Heather... Got up and made breakfast at stupid o'clock for Heather because it's her birthday today. As she rolled out of the driveway for work... hey, aren't they supposed to give you your birthday off work? anyway as she set off, the boy woke up and set to work on finishing up the birthday card. Now we did it on an 8.5x11 inch piece of paper, which was a mistake as it turns out so the first trip out of the house to get oil and print off the card at the corner store ended in failure. Apparently the little self-serve photo printer there only prints up to 6x8... and with a lack of editing/cropping capabilities it had... well we needed to go home and try again. OK, divided it into 4 photos, and bought a glue stick... that solved the problem. It actually turned out far nicer on the photo paper than anything we would have gotten it printed off at home, so I'm still not missing having a top of the line colour printer here. A little chop chop with the paper cutter and some sticky sticky with the new glue stick and it was lunch time. Now making cake was on the agenda for this morning... it didn't happen, which is ok because I still have all afternoon. I apparently took my lunch to eat it in bed. Now with the 3am bed time and the 5am wakey wakey time I could really use a break in the day, a none planned unsanctioned event if you will... someplace near the end of eating, my system shut down. Fell to sleep for a nap, face down, glasses on... plate of half eat food curled up beside me... when I woke up the glasses were enveloped part way into my head like someone had smacked me in the face with a baseball bat and the glasses where forced inside my skull... anyway as my vision started to return and the blood flowed back to that half of my face the clock on the wall was nearing 3pm... at 2 hours to bake a cake... lord knows how long to do the icing... yup, cake is a tomorrow thing, had to focus on Dinner. I tried to find something Heather would like... I did my best with what was in the store... a few steaks for the BBQ and some little green trees, topped with shrooms all cooked up in butter and wine, a bottle of Champagne on the side... at least got that covered. Lawson gave Heather her birthday card which will now replace the mother's day card that was on her desk at work. I think I posted a copy of the card on Heather's Facebook page, you can check it out there. After the meal was gone and dishes cleared we all worked together on that cake... Lawson got at it first, grating up ingredients and taking care of the prep, putting parchment paper in the bottom of the cake pans, Heather measured stuff out and got it in the bowls and I did the mixing, dumping and baking. I takes a while for these things to cook... Lawson got ready for bed, eventually went there... we took the cakes out of the oven to cool a bit before being taken out of the pan after Heather falling to sleep... Friday nights normally end early as the work week takes it's toll... A but I had a nap so... wide awake. Apparently someone down south is looking to do some t-shirts and stickers and was looking for some artwork that ended up on my desk-top... I worked on that a while and sent it back south for some feed back. I'll post something when it's done. Too involved in Art Work... didn't get a chance to finish this... but now I have... I guess... Today I might just write about how I wrote about yesterday.

Day SeventyEight: A day of work a day of pain... pretty much par for the course. Still managed the basics today... eggs and toast for breakfast, thinking back I ate a shit load of cereal growing up... boxes here get opened and then sit on the shelf until they expire. Today we worked on learning some more PhotoShop. He's doing pretty good at manipulating pictures he finds on the net to fit his needs, I little from this picture, a little from that... and he's not afraid to draw in what he can't find else where. Today we worked a little on layer styles, they add a lot to the text... oh and other text features like bending the words to a curve or stretching it into other shapes... the end project tomorrow will be printed off and folded up into a Birthday Card for Heather. Apparently she's getting old... 32 I think if my memory serves me correctly. SideKick came by and I secured the nut on the axle... pretty she the depth of the bearing is slightly off, the sensor isn't picking up info for the ABS and other systems... I'll poke at that later... might just have to ream out the hole it sits in so it points in the right direction... it got bent a little bit when beating on it with the press. LOL Sammiches for lunch... a little pedestrian to most but we don't have them a lot, it's kind of a treat... unless you are Lawson... he pretty much hates them, they are so restricted at school as to what they can bring in that he only gets shitty sandwiches, a lot of shitty sandwiches. Choices are cheese or fake peanut butter made from soy or something like that... everything else he can't have or doesn't like. When Heather got home she had designs on some type of chicken stir-fry, I cut up stuff, she cooks it... by 9pm I was hungry again... just like real Chinese food.   Lawson managed to get some of his Long House done today, pretty sure it is due for next class... make out of grass, pine-cones and aluminium cans, all ingredients we have in abundance. might have to make the ends of the house out of wood... I'll change the blade on the band saw tomorrow and see what he can manage to do with that... been a while since he used it. After Lawson went to bed, Heather made the last bun into garlic bread with cheese... only problem was we both had half the bun and agreed that what it tasted like was more... damn now I'm hungry. Going foraging. GN

Day SeventySeven: Got up pushed an Egg McMuffin in the boy's PieHole... Headed over to SideKick's place to pick him up and head into Timmins for a doctors appointment. The bad day I had yesterday was now plaguing SideKick... as I pull up I notice the truck in the middle of the field between the house and the trailer. Sure driving across the field is fine when it's dry (I use the word 'fine' in a relative term) but when it rains all night... how do you get it back out of the bush? Answer is: You don't... Hence why it was in the middle of the field. Going to have to figure that dilemma out another day. All went well in town, made a few stops for essentials. BulkBarn for our sugar stuff and a few more canisters since I broke that one... the gloves and escort to touch things is still in affect. ShoppersDrugmart is a little more lackadaisical, sure the tellers are behind glass but it might just be because it's in a bad section of town. The grocery is about the same but they have an employee cleaning carts full time and keeping track of the people in the store at all times... Coco-powder and Steaks for Heather's Birthday, no the coco is not going on the steaks, it's for the Chocolate Cake. Grabbed a nut from the auto place and Timmies Drive-thru on the way home... news flash the Boy like Muffins. We went home and grabbed some lunch. Obviously I was putting off that job on the car that still needed finished... after lunch I ran out of excuses, got on some work clothes and headed out to put the car together. SideKick got the spindle out of the freezer, we persuaded it into the bearings and proceeded to put everything back in place. First run failed, the axle had, unbeknownst to me, has slipped out of the transmission, the boot had failed. I realized that at about the same time I went to tighten the nut on the spindle... I pondered what gear it was in since the wheel turned fairing freely... DOH!!! I looked farther into the darkness under the car. It was poking out of the boot... so much so that it wouldn't go back in from where I was... took it all apart again. Pulled out the boot and stretched out over the end of the shaft and stuffed it back in where it belonged. Then proceeded to put it together for the 2nd time. So the only issue now is the fact that the nut was too big, I had sent him in to get another from the auto place with the old broken nut to make sure he got the right one... they didn't. I scavenged a nut from else where and we will replace the less essential nut at a later date, it's easy to get to. It actually worked... no more horrible noises, no more threat of wheel coming off and killing someone. Ya for some reason the speedo doesn't work now... not like he ever looked at it before... frankly it could have been shot for years, doubt he'd have seen it. LOL So I will rummage around online and see it I can figure out that problem... tach works fine, might just tell him to use that. Got home at 4:20pm... Heather and Lawson had already eaten dinner. I got the left overs of left overs. It wasn't enough to sustain life... I ate 2nd dinner a few hours later. Project for tomorrow... try to glue nail back together... might have to use some witchcraft. GN

Day SeventySix: A complete F'ing garbage day... too damn sore to move. Lawson managed to log in for his online school thing... half way though they had the kids load a educational version of Minecraft or something like that and they played Minecraft with the teacher and other kids in the class... And I'm thinking, see... he's been doing school work all along. ROTFLMAO. I was able to feed him, breakfast: Pancakes as requested - Lunch: Grilled Cheese, just easy to eat while watching videos and playing video games... Heather got home made fresh buns to make turkey and bacon samiches on... I ate one (very good) then crawled back into bed... I couldn't even manage to play video games much today... tried to play scrabble... most words were 3 or 4 letter long tops. GN