We Could Get Drunk & Fu’N'ck But I Have A Better Idea!!

 Ah Shit Son…

 

It is colder than a Witch’s Nipples out there right now.

 

I currently find myself lodged up in Red Deer hiding from adverse weather and treacherous highway conditions. In fact I have just officially become a wussy to this northern climate as my new affliction has also become overly sensitive to cold. Bah Humbug! So I’m just drinking some cold coffee and getting over being a little stir crazy i thought I just might write to you good folks out there on the interweb.

 

So I should start somewhere, howabouts the beginning of my crazy little adventure.

 

Last week I started a new job with my previous company securing the great white north in a place known as Firebag, roughly a 2 hour drive north of Fort McMurray. It all started out pretty fine and dandy, quickly noticing I was fond of my new co-workers and the respect recieved from the residents of this dry camp. Er… moist camp. No alcamahol….. no problems. Well I found the majority of my new duties involved copious amounts of walking. In fact if considered you were expected to walk roughly 16 km a night in heavy ass steel toe shoes. There were roughly 63 buildings with 390 marker points you had to use an electronic wand to scan as proof of patrol. You did this 4 times a night. As a further note you were expected to remove your shoes once inside each of these buildings/trailers, to walk through carrying these boots, only to lace up and travel outside of icy and snowy terrain to the next building. Truth to your mother I was quite fond of the exorcise and still had the legs for it. Apparently my shoe placement and removal muscles were not up to par but quickly became placed in the ‘No Worries’ zone. However the same could not be said for my feet. The places on my feet with Lychan Planus were to weak to properly callous making terrible skin trauma, swelling, bruising, peeling and maybe a little bit of bleeding. Each day became progressively worse until I finally went to see the medic out there who told me plainly that this issue would not get better until my skin was fully treated. So with many hard decisions I talked with management and agreed to stay out the week, putting in as much as I possibly could. Mind you I think I really delved through a few degrees of hell in doing so. I was told I had the heart for the work and was well recieved in all ways but it was in general agreement that health must come first. I was told that to continue on would be to risk severely damaging all the epidermal layers on the bottom of my feet in areas, and this could be very debilitating for quite some time. So as quickly as I came i was out again (That’s What She Said!!!!). Truth be told I am pretty damn upset about this because i was just getting into a groove out there. I was finally hoping to escape the greedy talons of government funded poverty…… shit. Maybe it was a bit too soon to take on such a daunting task, but I really don’t want to accept that I have to live any differently. Maybe that is immature of me.

 

Good news is that my feet are already looking quite a bit better. I’m glad that it isn’t taking as long as they suggested but unfortunately in spite of a better appearance the sensitivity and uncomfortableness is still no gravy boat. At least it beats the feeling of walking on acidic porridge (er Red River Maybe).

 

So once returning from camp to Fort McMurray I was well recieved by my very good friend ‘Grandpa’ Abdul. I got to spend 2 days at his place, catching up on a lot of sleep. While their I was treated so very well, his family feeding me like it was going out of style. I really liked the Somali dishes, but found that even though they would fill you until brimming, a few hours later it would be emptiness and dealing with the exit path. Spices were mild but delicious. After much time talking about old aquaintences, old adventures, religeon, politics and even ‘Jiggy Jiggy," I was back on the road homebound once more.

 

However stopped short was I as due to some very malevolent December Rain the highways became unpassable at Red Deer. One of my Headlights went out and now snow and deep freeze is in the full effect. Lucky am I that I was taken in by Amber and Colin, keeping my poor ass in shelter and warmth. Amber must think I be looking like a sad MoFo as she keeps feeding me. Damn good girl that one. Colin even cooked up some fine stirfry the other night. So for the last few days I have been biding my time, resting up and thinking upon the uncertain future. Well not to mention conquering the entire 2nd season of "True Blood." Fuck me, I love that show so hard I am beginning to hate it. So terrible they are to these characters that I can’t stop. Hey, you Nerd friends…… sound familliar, Hmmmmm? I still definately dugg the first season more but they already have me at there whim with the hook for season three. Do what you will you greedy bastards, you win.

 

With that out of the way I find myself playing with more musics, catching up on e-mails and waiting for something to happen. I hear good news that i may perhaps an interview as early as next week. Here’s hoping. While waiting though my mind turns to the things that the people of my homeland do when it is cold out and there is nothing to do. That is get shit-faced and skronk the shit out of each other. Well after being committed into a rehab dry camp, even upon my freedom I still can not enjoy the tastes of an ice cold lager or a nip o rye whiskey….. damn medication and as of a result, terrible liver counts. When someone tells you that you can not do something, it makes it all the more necessary. Damn. As for the nookie, the closest at Hand is lonliness and an unhealthy dose of viewing vampire sex. Well, I have a better idea then…… I will write this blog and plan a music disk for the rest of my postponed trip home…..yeah that would be way more fun!!!! PLEASE DO NOT DISTRUPT ANY OF THE AFOREMENTIONED DELUSIONS, THANK YOU.

 

Well I can not justify presenting any more words in yellow script to my avid readers, even though I was hoping they might bring the illusion of warmth with them… It has still failed. Damn you font, I had higher expectations. So take care out ther ya’ll, and I guess…… wish me luck?!?!

 

Listening to: "Bad Things" by Jace Everett (ha ha ha, that is the theme to True Blood, even though it finished while i was writing ‘listening,’ I thought i would share that with you. Actually listening to "Fireflies" by Owl City as we speak. Shit, neither puts my rep to be all that hardcore…. damn you random, damn you!

 

Reading: "The Dragonbone Chair" by Tad Williams, Book 1 of the " Memory, Sorrow and Thorn" Series. Not bad so far. Honorable mention however for my last book "Jericho Moon" by Matthew Woodring Stover. Wow, it was fantastic…. even though I got tired of some of the stereotypical feminist crap overplayed by far too many female lead characters, the rest of the story brought all the cast to life as is present in all of Stover’s books. How often does a woman actually contemplate whether she can do something or not based on the fact that she is a woman, then actually feels like she must overcompensate for it….really? Once again Whitey, as you can see I pretty much listen to you on what to read but I notice once again you make me read the 2nd novel in a Stover series first…. like shit, what is up with that? Still, Thanks

 

                                                                                                                                -L’M'B