Randomization

Not too much exciting things happening this week other than making Capone very grumpy by hanging out with Pilot on Wednesday night who was in town for work. We had some supper at Cactus Jacks Club (delicious) and then headed over to the Blackrose Whiskey Club. It's a nice little place. Unfortunately there were only four people to play some music, two of which were setting it up. Oh well. I still got to see Pilot play some sick riffs. He nailed it! "But, Navigator!" I hear you saying, "What did you guys talk about the rest of the time?" Well, lucky for you, I recorded the whole meeting and have created a transcript. Pilot: Hello. Navigator: Hello. P: You? Family? Dogs? N: OK. Belligerent. Good. Yours? P: Fine. Incapacitated. Reckless. N: Noted. P: Indeed. N: I have enjoyed this discussion. P: As have I. Till next time. N: Indeed. - End Scene - Every time I listen back it sends shivers down my spine. We had so much fun! But, joking aside, it was fun. As much as I

 Been a wild and crazy week. Been off work since Wednesday for some much needed vacation. That day we also took Dash to doggy therapy at the U of S to get some advice on his behaviour. It was a long, three hour meeting and I feel was already worth it. We won't see any results for a long time though. Yesterday I spent the morning seasoning some cast iron and then started to feel a dry throat in the evening. I was hoping it was just from the little bit of smoke caused by seasoning but this morning my throat is on fire. Hooray. Grumble. That all is very minor compared to talking with the two women in my life. With the recent win by the SaskParty, Donald Trump and the assumed win that will come about for the Canadian Conservative party there are some emotions going around. It is becoming very apparent to them that this world doesn't give a fuck about women or their rights and I can't find any logical counter to that. The closest I can come to is "they don't hate you. T

Election night was too stressful so instead I'm going to talk about my Sunday. I had one hell of an exciting Sunday. I bought two big enameled cast iron pots for the house and sharpened all the cooking knives. Yup. Life is alright I suppose. The post were getting to be a must. We've been looking for awhile but the set we want is about 500 bucks so we have to save up. In the meantime, food has been sticking to...Tower Controller's(?) non stick pots bad. They've been getting rough. Plus we wanted something that we can toss in the dishwasher cause doing dishes sucks. So, when I saw the large and medium size pots at Costco I figured I'd grab them. They're nice and will last us till when we get the set we have our eyes on and past to the point where the universe is collapsing into a single black hole and they hit it at near light speed and just bounce off. As the main cook in the house, I'm happy to have them. I need to get my wrist strength up to dump anything o

Not gonna lie, I miss when it was just Capone and I. We used to go play and walk all the time and we RULED the house. Nobody stood in our way except ourselves! Capone is a big love bug though without a mean bone in his body. Him and Sadie started wrestling the moment they first met and completely love each other. I've talked about it before, but Dash is a fucking issue. He's on meds at the moment, unfortunately when his dad forgets to give them to him he goes off the deep end with the withdraw. It's frustrating but I don't want to blame him too much for that. We've had to change the way we do a few things, like he has to be locked up when he eats, and that has eliminated most issues. I do currently have an open wound on my elbow from him going after Capone in bed last night. I ended up having to sleep with one on each side of me which absolutely killed my hips (Dogs on each side of me, not arms. Those are always left outside the room to prevent......incidents). All

Ugh. The old blog. I supposed I've got to do one of these things. I don't regret starting the blog back up to go back and forth with my brother from the same mother, Pilot, but some days my brain just really isn't up for it. I've been working on a backlog for days I'm busy or don't want to blog but they are currently all in the draft stage and not ready. Just topics really. Haven't been having an exceptionally good brain week if I'm to be honest. Nothing bad happened or anything but some weeks, you just gotta feel down. I should probably get back into meditation and stuff like that. It always helps. I always struggle with talking about my brain health for multiple reason. It's not so much the current stigma, though that doesn't help, but I'm naturally a private person that doesn't talk about that stuff much. Not to mention the fact that I never want to make it seem like I have it hard. I've gone to a therapist, take drugs, do exercise

One of the downsides of my lovely wife is that she is a big Nickelback fan. It's not the only band of hers I'm not a fan of, and to be honest, there are worse bands, but it is the most noticeable. I've been known to wade into the debate of if they are good or not before but these days I mostly just say I don't like them and leave it at that because people can like what they like. AC(lightning bolt)DC have been playing the same song for decades and I enjoy their music so I'm not one to talk. One of the things that I never enjoyed about Nickelback, and many of the other bands at the time, is that they were copying the popular bands from their time. Nickelback came out of Pearl Jam. Limp Bizkit came out of Rage Against the Machine. And so on. With my wife's music tastes though, and a few of my own, I've discovered something new about copying the old bands. There are groups that are coming out now that are stealing that same Eddie Vedder voice, but it's done

Well, well, well, if it isn't the anniversary of my birth. Again. It tends to come around at least once a year (Earth year......happens a lot more times in a single Neptune year). I'm 37(?) this year and definitely have a higher load of stress than when I was four. At least I'm not two again. THAT was a stressful birthday. Pretty sure my brother chopped off my head the day before and gave it back to me as a birthday gift. I can certainly say I was relieved to get it back. I think anyone who would dare read this blog is either a friend or family who are all older than me, even if by just a few months, and therefore have already been through this. My wife is hitting 40 this year so I'm not even gonna dare to say I feel old. I don't feel old though. I just feel out of shape. I had lost a bunch of weight before I got Capone shortly after I got him but I've packed it all back on since I moved to Saskatoon. I struggle to go out for walks because three dogs is too many