Like I've often said, I write to think things out. Maybe "think things out" isn't exactly the right way to put it. Maybe it's more like work them out instead. Whatever! I write and I feel better. I've done more writing in the last two months than I have in my lifetime I think. I don't know where it's all coming from, or going for that matter. I do have a piece that I've been finessing more than the rest. If I can get it to where i want it to be, I might shoot a copy out to The Good Dr. for a future edition of Truckin'. We'll see.
Other than that one piece, my writing has gone along my chosen path of randomness. With that said, here's a list of things on my mind;
1) Without question, I have the best IIF's going! Bar none! Each of you, (and I know you know, who you are!) has come up with the right words at the right time, whenever I have needed to hear them. I cannot say enough, about how much you have meant to the both us, at critical times. The word appreciation just doesn't seem strong enough for what your sentiments have meant to me.
2) I am surrounded by a group of person's that I am proud to call my friends. As with the above, you all know who you are. Whatever it takes to make a day better, be it encouragement, laughter or whatever, I can always count on my friends. You make me feel very fortunate and proud to be part of our not-so-little circle.
3) Decembers Truckin' is out. All good reads and I highly recommend you get there. If you are not familiar with the concept of Truckin' you've really been missing some excellent reads every month. I suggest you take a look at back editions when you get a chance. Whether you're a blog reader or just like to read, there are some excellent works available every month.
4) I want to say I'm sick of snow. But I am worse than a realist. I'm a Canadian kid, livin' in the country, and it's only December 3. I will wait until oh say... March, to officially get totally sick of the stuff. Until then, I'll say "it sure makes things pretty."
Yeah... That's Canadian enough for me.
5) I really missed live poker this weekend ! I missed being with my friends at both the TuckFard Saturday night game, and representing Team TuckFard at the team challenge PPP. I hope to hear some results from everyone soon.
6) We have managed to put a man on the moon. We got a rover out and onto Mars that can send feeds back to Earth. A discovery team has managed to duplicate DNA well enough, that they can in fact create life from a test tube. All incredible feats for mankind. Why the hell don't we get all of these scientists together with all of the data available, so that they can work out a cure for the common cold?
7) I've realized that the biggest difference between myself and BadBlood is...the location of the decimal point, in relation to the 0. As I struggle through my personal on-line challenge at the current levels, I am holding fast at the $5.00 games. I started at $1 and have worked my way up through the numbers to $5. Where BadBlood, has gone from the $10 games and has worked his way up to as high as $50 I believe. I think he's moved back down to the $30 games for a bit, but if things don't change a little towards the far more profitable winning side soon, I might just have to drop back to the $3 level myself in a bit.
For the record, this actually means nothing at all, I just like comparing myself in some small way to my fellow BB.
(heh)
8) Holding the love of your life in your arms while they're showing no signs of life, is something I hope none of my friends will ever have to go through. Even if it's only for seconds.
9) I'm scared as hell taking Pebbles out to Vegas this weekend, despite the fact that she say's she's fine. Until someone can explain exactly what happened and why, I think I will have this uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach at all times. I also am concerned a little in the back of my mind, that she may be putting on a bit of a brave front for me. This is not typically her style. But I know she does not want anything to ruin this weekend for either of us. We've both looked so forward to this, for so long now.
10) The Vegas Blogger Advent calendar here in the cave say's,
ONLY 4 MORE SLEEPS!
WoooooooooooooooooooooHoooooooooooooooooooooooo !!!!!!!!!!!!
I have made a list, I have checked it twice and I'm gonna be naughty, with those who've been nice. A lot of my IIF's, are about to become visible, Huggable and touchable ;o) IF's.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
12/03/2007
12/02/2007
Pebble's is home ....
We're home now and all seems fine. (I guess?)
I think we need to talk to Otis and the Mrs.!
Thanks to Otis and The Wife, for the very kind comments and concern. Also to Carson who as expected, let me know that whatever it would take, he'd be there for us. We never doubted it for a second brother!
What happened? Who knows? This could be the way Pebble's faints. It also could be some form of mild seizure. That could be the only one she ever has, or there could be more. Basically Otis' comment was repeated to us, "there really is no explanation. Sometimes, these things happen."
She was released to my care at about 11:00 am. She seems fine except for a serious case of the "tireds." I got my hug and shed my 'fear' tears and despite feeling a little un-settled and un-nerved about the event, I think I'm going to make it too.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
I think we need to talk to Otis and the Mrs.!
Thanks to Otis and The Wife, for the very kind comments and concern. Also to Carson who as expected, let me know that whatever it would take, he'd be there for us. We never doubted it for a second brother!
What happened? Who knows? This could be the way Pebble's faints. It also could be some form of mild seizure. That could be the only one she ever has, or there could be more. Basically Otis' comment was repeated to us, "there really is no explanation. Sometimes, these things happen."
She was released to my care at about 11:00 am. She seems fine except for a serious case of the "tireds." I got my hug and shed my 'fear' tears and despite feeling a little un-settled and un-nerved about the event, I think I'm going to make it too.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by ....
12/01/2007
2007 can kiss my ....
Firstly, let me tell everyone that I left her tired, but in great spirits. Considering she was in the Emergency unit of our great RVH Hospital, I felt slightly better about the most recent turn of events.
Pebble's, not-so-Mini-Peb's and I, were sitting in a restaurant for lunch. When suddenly Pebbles started to complain of some serious heartburn. She had only eaten some soup at that time. She then said something that I didn't quite comprehend.
(or hear! I am partially deaf and this is not too un-common around me)
When I asked her to repeat it, she said something like, "I'm going to black out."
Before she finished the sentence, her head was heading for the table. I managed to catch her in time to prevent any contact, but was completely shocked at the feel of her lifeless body in my arms. I did pulse checks that scared me a lot, but I discovered that she was breathing. I could not look directly at her in the position we were forced to be in. But a quick look across the table at my not-so-mini-Peb's expression, told me something was seriously wrong.
Pebble's eye's had rolled back in her head, (I was told later) and she suddenly started a violent breathing pattern. Then all her muscles tensed as if she was trying to put her right thumb way back into her right elbow. Then the shaking started. It wasn't violent or aggresive in any way, just shaking. All of this took place in about two minutes, maybe three. At the time it seemed like an eternity to me, I can tell you that.
She came around, (of sorts) and was trying to ask what had happened. We slowly settled into a comfortable hug and had a momment of realization together. We needed a Hospital. We dropped off not-so-mini-Peb's and headed over to our R.V.H. in Bedrock.
I do want to say, I not only love my not-so-mini-Peb's for being the perfect partner when we needed her, in what was an incredibly scary crisis for both of us. But I am so very proud of her maturity and composure in this situation, for her meahger 17 years on this green earth. I needed you and you were there. I love you!
It appears that Pebbles has had some form of seizure activity. We won't know much more about it until the AM. As I said earlier, when I left the Hospital I had no concerns with her spirit and devotion to life going on. But I have just read everything available on seizures and the like, and I am not too fond of the picture it paints for us moving forward.
She scared the 'it' out of me today, and I had actually thought I'd lost her for just a momment there. If our lord considered this practice for the big day, I'd better go first. Even better, we should both go together. No one should have to ever get that feeling of instant lost love. I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy, even in our most heated battle.
I need a good cry. As soon as she's home in my arms and doesn't need me to be strong and un-afraid, I'm pretty sure I'll have it.
For those wondering why I'm sitting here posting this at 1:02 AM, after all that has occured, I say we all deal with situations in differant ways. I have found respit in writing out my thoughts. Lord knows Pebbles sense of humour through the whole thing cannot possibly be explained either. The fool kept screwing with her heart monitor to get a reaction out of me, only to laugh at the reaction that she had gotten as a way to kill the time in the emergancy room.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
Pebble's, not-so-Mini-Peb's and I, were sitting in a restaurant for lunch. When suddenly Pebbles started to complain of some serious heartburn. She had only eaten some soup at that time. She then said something that I didn't quite comprehend.
(or hear! I am partially deaf and this is not too un-common around me)
When I asked her to repeat it, she said something like, "I'm going to black out."
Before she finished the sentence, her head was heading for the table. I managed to catch her in time to prevent any contact, but was completely shocked at the feel of her lifeless body in my arms. I did pulse checks that scared me a lot, but I discovered that she was breathing. I could not look directly at her in the position we were forced to be in. But a quick look across the table at my not-so-mini-Peb's expression, told me something was seriously wrong.
Pebble's eye's had rolled back in her head, (I was told later) and she suddenly started a violent breathing pattern. Then all her muscles tensed as if she was trying to put her right thumb way back into her right elbow. Then the shaking started. It wasn't violent or aggresive in any way, just shaking. All of this took place in about two minutes, maybe three. At the time it seemed like an eternity to me, I can tell you that.
She came around, (of sorts) and was trying to ask what had happened. We slowly settled into a comfortable hug and had a momment of realization together. We needed a Hospital. We dropped off not-so-mini-Peb's and headed over to our R.V.H. in Bedrock.
I do want to say, I not only love my not-so-mini-Peb's for being the perfect partner when we needed her, in what was an incredibly scary crisis for both of us. But I am so very proud of her maturity and composure in this situation, for her meahger 17 years on this green earth. I needed you and you were there. I love you!
It appears that Pebbles has had some form of seizure activity. We won't know much more about it until the AM. As I said earlier, when I left the Hospital I had no concerns with her spirit and devotion to life going on. But I have just read everything available on seizures and the like, and I am not too fond of the picture it paints for us moving forward.
She scared the 'it' out of me today, and I had actually thought I'd lost her for just a momment there. If our lord considered this practice for the big day, I'd better go first. Even better, we should both go together. No one should have to ever get that feeling of instant lost love. I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy, even in our most heated battle.
I need a good cry. As soon as she's home in my arms and doesn't need me to be strong and un-afraid, I'm pretty sure I'll have it.
For those wondering why I'm sitting here posting this at 1:02 AM, after all that has occured, I say we all deal with situations in differant ways. I have found respit in writing out my thoughts. Lord knows Pebbles sense of humour through the whole thing cannot possibly be explained either. The fool kept screwing with her heart monitor to get a reaction out of me, only to laugh at the reaction that she had gotten as a way to kill the time in the emergancy room.
My sincerest thanks for dropping by....
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