Wasn't going to Write!

I don't feel like writing on here! So I will wirte this. I will write this because I don't want to write. I am busy writing this to not think about the thought of writing. Professor B.Fuller calls this, "Writing in a circle of parallels with square corners in the retangular universe of hexagon women!" I remember it like I remember not wanting to write anything. I was Dancing with the Stars and doing homework!

Last night I had a dream that a wasp flew into my shirt. I woke myself up by poking my arm pit really hard to kill the wasp. I got it. It gave me a full bladder and so I had to go to the bathroom. Professor B. Fuller says, "This wasp pee is a crazy thing of which I have never experienced. But I would classify it as the yellow haze of black night which makes my tighty whities shrink when my ladies sings out loud."

Oh yes... I wasn't going to write. So now I am done!

I Long...

I am doing homework. The date is posted above this blog. I try not to think ahead. I try not to think of August. My heart hurts even more when I do. But it's hard to focus on the work. The work that needs to be completed so that date may come. I will continue to move forward, I will get it all done, and I will be home for good in August.
I have heard the phrase, "No will to live." Please don't panic or freak this does not apply to me, but I have a different feeling, "No will to do anything." After being away from my family for so long my spirit and being just aches to have them close ALL the time. I have been home and you would think I would be refreshed from them but after the year away, once you are alone again that refreshment fades very very quickly.
I long to be with my family. I long to have them distract me from studying. I long to hear their voices. There is a great amount of energy that comes from being with family. That energy I need now.

Sad Morning

Saturday. A day most people are glad arrived. I'm generally am one of those people but today I woke up missing home a little more.

I was in the middle of a great dream with my wife in it. No, it wasn't a sexual dream, but it was hot outside, and we were driving to go somewhere. From the view around the car, it looked like our old home town... Abbotsford. But the gas station was situated on a higher hill looking down at Mc Donalds, Dairy Queen, Starbucks, Tim Hortons, and Burger King, oh ya and the Super 8. Ang pulled into the gas station and actually was getting out to pump the gas. I was excited for coffee. In the dream Angie was teasing me that she had coffee yesterday, and today, and that we wouldn't be getting anymore. This teasing is very Angie, but the fact it was about coffee wasn't. She usually is right along for that. As she was teasing me I was trying to explain all the school work I need to get done this week.

Anyway, it wasn't long and ended as she left the car. I woke up to a clear sunny day and the overwhelming feeling to cry because I want to be with my bestfriend.... my wife. It has been a long journey of planning out my school work I need to do without my wife there teasing me, or wanting to go out; distracting me from my work. I wish she was here now.

Ortho. was a Blessing in Hiding!

I head back to school tomorrow. I almost called it reality but it's not very close to it. It's simply reality in the fact that it consumes so much of your time. But it's far from what happens in the world that we, as students, will be arriving in, come August.

I had a great time at the Ortho. Office that I was placed at for the week. I must admit, the first day I did find it a little boring, but that was because I was unfamilar with it. The next day I started to assist. and ask more questions in reagrds to treatment, wires, elastics, and appliances. I wouldn't say that I am now an expert on Ortho., but I can at least understand more of the reasoning behind what the hygienist were doing. 

Everyone in the office were welcoming, patient, and would answer my questions along with provide information if their case was interesting. I found it very easy to just fit right into the office and be like one of the team members.

On a family note, I actually know what Angie does when she talks about Ortho. at her office. She has been doing it for years, but I never found it interesting. It took me 3000 km's for me to learn about her work and I must say it is pretty cool stuff.

It was very gratifing to see a person come in to have there appliances removed. They smiled from ear to ear, and all the staff in the Ortho. office were smiling right along with them.

Maybe I should take a Ortho. Module when I become registered and have worked acouple years LOL  :)!!

My Package

I recieved a package in the mail today. It was very nice. Full of goodies and yummies and treats. I liked it. It motivates me to go crazy! No it doesn't, I just wanted to write that.

I will now go and enjoy my package some more.

Bye!

Road Trips

The weekend has roled around. The list of homework becomes longer and next week I go on placement. I would love to write something profound but that requires work. So I enjoy diving deep into my mind were stories can rise and reality seems to slip in and out of focus.

As a kids I was always lucky to go camping in the summer time. The camping aspect was great, but I think the trip getting there was just a little bit better. I remember fond memories of picking up cherries with Papa and Mom. I generally sat in the middle of the truck, but when cherries were present, Mom got the boot from the window seat. Papa and I would roll down the windows, throw a cherry in our mouths and then send the pit to the road side. We would eat so much that the next day we would have a large desire to use the washroom.

On road trips Papa always liked to sing his twisted military songs. Mom would give him heck, but that never stopped him. Looking back now, he refers to them as the family songs. I laugh knowing how dirty they were, and just have to say, "Sorry Papa, I won't be singing those songs to my kids until they are twice the age I was when you sang them to me!"

Papa and I also did a road trip to Ontario, Northern Ontaria, where Papa claimed the mountians were as big as BC's. Take it from me... they are like the man made mountain in Sask, "Black Strap." The things that are true; the bush is thick, the bugs could carry you away, and the fishing is very good.
One day on our road trip, Papa drove from Edmonton to Kenora, Ont. We pulled into a road side motel at approx. 2:30am, and got out of the car. We were lucky that night because we met the nice motel owner and a representative for CAA, who came and unlocked the car so Papa could get his keys. To this day he always says I was supposed to be watching the keys, but I clearly remember him saying, "I have the keys, lets go check in. Oh... and remember, lock your door because the bears around here love opening the doors and stealing valuables!" So as a great kid, ALWAYS, obeying orders and rules, I did what Papa said.  

Here's Papa in the middle of one of his classic stories.

They usually started with... "I uses to jump out of airplanes..."

Short Story & Famous Quotes of Angie

A Short for the Birthday Girl

Today is a person's Birthday. Lets call her "Grubisa the Archiver." This name didn't just fall in my lap but was developed and refined by the life of this certain person. This person has the greatest skill of depositing food on the front of her hoodie and then modelling it around for all to see. The last part comes from her great skill at photography. At any event, especially family ones, she has it there and takes many pictures. B. Fuller is always jumping in front of them, so that he can be the center of attention.

Before this girl was a high rolling office girl, she always wanted a job where she could lay on her back. Luckily life never took her that way LOL.

She once wrecked her hair so bad, that it was mushy orange.

She told us she found a great man because he shopped at her shoe store. Only to have her tell us later, by mistake, that she found him another way LOL.

She makes us laugh a lot and is a very important part of the family. I hope she has had a great day and has a blessed year to come.

Now for something completely different.

Quotes From My Wife by me

(you = Don)

1. You are awesome.

2. I love it when you clean the house.

3. You can always drive.

4.  You are always happy.

5. You are so patient, always putting up with my farts.

6. I will always be your partner in games.

7. You make the best cookies. No other are better.

8. Of course, you can buy a bike.

9. I am always listening to you when I am reading.

10. I would never want to hurt you.

11. You never bug people by telling stories.

12. Your back massages are AWESOME.

13. I only need one back massage a year from you.

14. I will never leave you out of a girly movie.

15. You are the plunger of my eye.

16. I will grow my bangs out for you.

17. Your cooking is always the right spice for me and the kids.

Alberta's Lost Story

The lost story of Alberta. It was cold outside, extremely cold. Professor B. Fuller and I looked tired and without amuze at the TV, as it replayed CTV News. We had worked a hard day at the shop. I knew this when B. Fuller said, "Where was everybody today?" I am sure he knew what I was thinking... "they were all on the virtual world expanding their work knowledge and refining their skills to be better drivers." But I responded, "I don't know, want to go get Tim Hortons?"

The road was long. But to two rough guys like us it was well worth it to have some young inexperience worker pass us our coffees and slam the window. The night life in Cold Lake was exciting. We never experienced it. Instead we would laugh at the joy of Tim Hortons, Walmart, and No Frills. Buying our food, candy, coffee, and smokes was enough excitement to send us straight to bed, when we got home. Seperate beds, thank you!

Two times we did expand our horizons and headed to the local gambling facility. B. Fuller always walked in with a twinkle in his eye. No one else saw it, but I could hear it! He was a big roller. I asked him how he was going to do at the table. He responded with, "Well, the atmospheric pressure is high today, and the humidity is low. The ball will be effected just slightly by this alteration. I will also have to account for the pressure excerted by the bodies around the table, and the sound waves cascading through the air. If I square root these calculations and +/- about .0000005 p.s.i, I should know where the ball will land 50% of the time. I said, "aren't you usually playing the 50/50 odds?" He looked at me, "yap." He was a man with a mission. He had game.

That night I walked out with dust in my pockets and B. Fuller walked out with a little more than me. Another successful night for two hard working BC boys who came looking for a dream, and left Alberta, still looking for the person that killed JFK.

Ninja Pickle and Peanut Butter Walls

The mind is cloudy. I must have contracted it from that strange man, on the train, that smelt like pickles and peanut butter. He looked like superman, but without the super.

The sandwich was awesome. The pickles and peanut butter tasted great. When I woke up the man’s jacket was nicely chewed and wet. He smiled and I sheepishly straightened my back and moved to my proper seat. Making no eye contact I just stared out the window. A piece of paper tickled my nose. The bill was $5.00 for a head rest and a chew. Paid 1/2 price because the sandwich wasn't real. The man chuckled... "A half a loaf is two prices to high for the fish and five corn bread baskets served with a side of fires." I replied, "Half of the loaf and 3 turnips, once laying down, plays a key role in the government when I get the fish and grab the otter." We coloured one of my Ninja Turtle sheets and talked about the time we didn't know eachother. Than the man said, "Turtles make for hairy shoes when cows are dining with the cabbage." I responded, "Rats are friends when cabbages attack for the fur of my cat Ezra."
The train ended it's rattle to battle and I crawled off the platform. I waved and shouted and held my breath for the paper was catching my banner.

At school our teachers continue to give us tonnes of paper. Instead of a quilt I sleep under the paper we receive. It also works great as toilet paper, nose paper, and information on assignments that need to be done. My desk is adequate. Not for all the papers. Instead I use my wall as a vertical desk. In order to avoid damage to the vertical desk, I use a high strength, white elephant, gooey pogo, sticky tack. This serves as the binding force between the wall and the paper.  It is called, "Vertical Incapsulating White on Multi Super Fly Paper Place with Hovering Rememberance of Better Days."

Now my mind is not cloudy.

Bonding When the Cats Dance

My son is a hard worker. I really have to pick up my slack because the way he works with his Grandpa is crazy. My mom always wanted a hard worker, one who can build things, and she didn't get it from me but from her grandson.

On the other hand my daughter is creative. This is not to say my son isn't but with her it comes out in action. Drawing, baking, working with puddy, and putting together dance routines. She seems to just know the flow. Even after a long day of walking and playing, she is still ready to pose for her Tanta in a picture.

While on a walk, Livi and I put together a routine, of sorts. It was a one time deal and we nailed it right off the bat. I like to call it, "People on Wood by River-Lake Escaping Rocks." It sounds crazy and it was. To achieve the right balance, hand placement and distance from eachother was complex. Livi and I didn't even talk to eachother about the routine, but through some father-daughter bond we aligned like the stars back on July 14th, 1788.  Our magnetic poles off set eachother allowing our faces not to meet. This is critical because you never want the face rays to cross or complete disaster could occur. Some may say it was the photographer, others may say it was planned, but science says it was love and the bond of a father with his daughter that stopped time and gastrointestinal movements.
Professor B. Fuller in his book called, "Teaching your Cat to Dance and the Bond between Father-Daughter Quantum Physics," explains that he has only seen the phenomena once and that was in March, 2010. He does remarks that, "I didn't actually see the event, but I knew it took place the moment my cats danced" (Fuller).

Luckily Tanta, Professor B. Fuller's lady, had just returned through the "Star Gate" from 1992 to capture the epic moment on the Digital. She explains, "the picture looks old because I wanted it too!" B. Fuller remarked, "While passing through the gate, there must have been a verbal cliche' which distrupted the Nikon processing, enhancing, and technicolour dream boat formation."

It all sounded right to me. For we were the artists, the inspiration behind the shot. The two people that took up that space at that time.

Tired of the Plan

Sometimes the planning of life is actually harder than doing it. I have been organizing school work, placement and Health promotion schedule, and figuring out all the paper work that needs to be done and I am tired already.
I am sure the doing of it all will be tiring but I am familiar with that. Working at the hotel there was always something that had to be done. I quickly realized, working there, that the end never comes. I have been able to tranfer this over to school. Each semester has been filled with something. 1st sem. was reading and head knowledge. 2nd was still reading and head knowledge with the introduction to hands on work. 3rd sem. is mostly the doing with aspects of head knowledge.
My motivation level has not jump up as of yet. I have been slowly getting myself geared up and will be ready to roll come my 3rd week. That week I start my first placement at a Ortho. Office.

Anyway... not much else to say. Time for me to get my beauty rest.

Pick it like it's the last day to live

My kids have a routine. Kaeden picks his nose and Livi tells him to stop. I remember driving home with them one day. We did some shopping and ate at Wendy's. On our ride home Kaeden asked why he still had Ketchup on his hand. I was shocked; we had eaten at Wendy's 2 hours before. After the amazement passed me, as to the strength of the ketchup to stay on skin and it's ability to flee detection, I realized that it wasn't Ketchup, but blood. I guess if he were mining for gold, he would have struck it rich.  Livi quickly panic at the sight and I grabbed a napkin to pass to Kaeds.
Ang and I have been working on his obsession to pick, especially in public, but I must admit there is a great sense of pleasure picking ones nose. There are the hard small ones that come out, the soft white ones, and the ones that tug at your tonsils as you drag them from your nostrils. Yes, there is a problem of discarding the pretty item, but as you get older you become wiser. Like now I know not to pick in public, but there are times you try to get away with it. I was with family, which isn't really public, and I picked a handsome little devil. I quickly rolled the sucker up; getting him ready for his launch; Pulled my armed back and let'er fly down the stairs to the basement. I got caught, like North Korea getting caught by the USA, but the act turned into wonderful family laugher and competition.  Others in my family started to pick and throw there bundles of joy down the stairs. Erv was extremely disgusted by this, but Ev was having a blast. She pulled out the longest and beat us all. Lisa and Ben actually picked eachothers nose to make it more romantic and than smeared them together as a picture of their love.
Growing up my Mom never purchased toilet paper or kleenex, so Krista and I had to be very creative. When Papa (Ken), entered our lives then sanity quickly followed. He atleast gave us one square of toilet paper to wipe with, and a kleenex that had to last a week. I always wondered, growing up, why my pocket always grew interesting things and why my one finger was always brown.
Anyways... picking our nose it a proud Cundiff trait that has been adopted by the Janzen family. Papa brought civilization and reform, without him I still would be using not toilet paper.

Do the things will come

Things I would like to do:

1. Finish School

2. Own our own house

3. Travel Europe with Angie

4. Go to Disneyland with Family & Friends

5. Go camping with friends

6. Own a Volvo XC

7. Spend a week in NY

8. Drive across Canada

9. Cycling up some Tour de France Mountains

10. Have more date nights with Angie

11. Go boarding with family

12. Work so Angie can be at home

13. Try speed skating

14. Finish biking the Kettle Valley

15. Watch my kids grow up

16. Plan other things to do with Angie

17. Stop chewing my fingers

18. Laser my eyes

First of 2010

Today I finally experience my personal freedom. The temp. was 9 degrees, the sky was overcast, and there was a easterly wind, but I stuck to my plan to ride my bike.

I put on my padded biking short, capri shorts over top. A T-shirt and hoodie and rode down town for lunch and coffee. I had a great visit with myself and than rode around town a bit and headed home. Unfortunitely, I forgot my camera and was not able to grab a pic of me and myself out to lunch. It was a little Italian place down at the St. Lawerence Market. I than went for coffee, since it is Roll up the Rim to Win, and shared a coffee with myself. We didn't win anything.

My butt hurt, my legs burned, and my lungs felt a little stiff, but to have the sound of the wheels on the road and the wind whipping passed my ears was worth all the little pains of starting a new season.

Loner and My Son

OK it's late and I haven't written in a couple of days! I am back in Toronto. The weather is not as gloomy and that gets my spirits up. I spent most winter days in my rooms reading, homework, and watching TV. With sunny weather comes walking, biking, and being outside a lot.

Since first semester I like to consider myself "a rock, a island." I am a loner in a sense of it, except when it come to school. On days I am there and with clients I enjoy the presence of people and my classmates.

It's a strange feeling when you are surrounded by so many people, yet you know non of them. You are all humans but different by culture, speech, beliefs, and experiences. Many would say they don't like being surrounded by unknown people, but to me it is one of the safest feeling, beside being with my family. I don't have to express myself, my feeling, or my thoughts. I live close to people, yet live within my walls of skin. I make no one laugh, cry, mad, or angry. This may sound sad, but I have found it very interesting.

On a totally different message. I had a break through while at home for the two weeks. The break through came with my son. Since he was born I've always become easily frustrated with him. He loves to tease, make wierd noises, and just do things that make you go hun! Now that I type that, it does kind of sound like me, and that is probably why my frustration grows easily. But while at home something clicked, and a connection with Kaeden happened. I know that it happened on the day his sister went shopping, and I believe the exact moment was when his sister came home, put her clothes by the fire, and then I heard Livi say, "Don't touch it Kaeds." But instead of getting mad at him, I simply said to Livi that Kaeden was excited to see what you got, he is not trying to bother you. That was it! After that my frustration level dropped. I started to listen to him more and give him more attention than I had given him in the past. I also realized that I can be totally comfortable with him wanting to be with his mom and that this doesn't decrease my love for him, and or the amount of attention I should be giving him. He needs it, and I need it to. I also saw that I have been a little one sided, Ang always told me that Livi was not innocent when it came to pinching or teasing, but I never clued in until that night. Kaeden simply wanted to be with his sister and see what she got, she wanted nothing of this, and wanted him to leave her alone. It may sound weird but in this single moment something happened, and the bond with my son grew a lot closer, and stronger. This is not to say I will never get frustrated with him, but I will hopefully better understand him.

 

 

Define

Define

The Defining of myself

Takes Many Years

The Jobs I've Had

The Words I've Said

The People I've Known

The Sports I've Played

The Faith I Have

The Family Around Me

The Ability to Laugh

The Ability to Make a Fool of Myself

The Ability to Stick my Foot in my Mouth

I get along with many

but belong on the fringe

that is where I fit

Strange I behave

And Strange I am

I like to make people wonder

I like it when they don't get me

because maybe I can't be defined

Serious

No a Joker

Smart

Maybe dump

Professional

Not Professional at all

Clean

No Disgusting

Proud

Or just Shy

Helper

Selfish

The Words are Endless

Many Things I like to Do

But not One is my Definer

Many Interest just as the Same

But the Same as I Require

Defining Me

are Many ways

And I hope that stays the same

If you are one who wonders

Please do not change the view

No technical difficulties present

Just One Guy Without a Clue.

I Don't

I Don't Miss You

I have to go back

People on every Corner

Cars, Trains, and Buses

Building Small and Tall

Colder Weather

Muggy Summers

By Myself

I Don't Miss You

I Don't Miss You

Commute

Early Mornings

Sitting, and Listening

Uptight People

Rude People

Not being able to Use Debit at Tim Hortons

Eating by Myself

I Don't Miss You

I Don't Miss You

I am with you for a reason

And soon that will be done

I may come to visit

But I Don't Miss You

I Don't Miss You at All