I have got the call...

When we got married (our first anniversary is on June 25) we stopped using protection and decided to let nature take its course. The first few months were fine, but soon after worry set in. At that point we actually tried planning it, to no avail. Now just last week we had seen her doctor who told us that her tests showed an extremely low chance of conceiving. As you could imagine
she was devastated immediately she was devastated thinking the worst.

Jump to yesterday when my cell rang in class. Over the past month I had also been teaching my wife how to use text messaging and instant messenger with much success (as she is technologically challanged) and now she even enjoys using it so we can talk when I can't answer the phone, and catching up with her friends. It seemed funny that she would call so I left class after a couple minutes of worrying. When I called she was crying, and my heart sunk; however, when I asked what was wrong she said it was nothing, ... but that she thought that she was pregnant. Now I don't remember much of the call after hearing the news but it wasn't fear, or panic like I had always imagined this call would be. I must have been in denial, actually I think I still might be. We were worried of a false positive and couldn't get into her docter for a couple weeks so we just took another test. This second test didn't take long to confirm what we hoped for, she is, actually quite, positively pregnant. Like I said, I'm not afraid, just worried. I'm worried that it will be healthy, what sex it will be (even married, I know nothing about girls) and if I can be a good father. It feels good, different, I'm not sure what's different but good...

Let's go Oilers... clap... clap... clap. clap. clap!

Finished that assignment with 5 minutes to go! I feel soooo much better. Now on to better things to worry about like finishing the final round of the playoffs and clinching the cup back for Edmonton. It's amazing driving after winning the western conference final last night, the city has gone absolutely insane, it's fucking awesome. I'm definately hitting whyte ave to catch the games during this round, it's gonna be one hell of a party....

...hope you can make it...

everybody, who's anybody will be there, just don't fall from the light posts it's quite a drop.

CC-C-CCCoffee...

Sitting at Bogani's on my third large coffee, I am trying to finish my marketing assignment that's due tomorrow at 2pm. Of course that's when it hits me...there is less than 4 weeks left in this term and I'm struggling to keep up! Damn it now how am I supposed to get anything done! Well off to the Greeds moms for dinner, and out to a party. Maybe I'll be able to force myself to work tomorrow before I head to my actual job. Who knows maybe I'll make it...

It's Good!

Just got my national exam results for last term back and it's a pass on both!! Not honours or anything but I'm happy with anything over 65%. It's just such a relief to know I don't have to look forward to re-writes with my three new nationals this term.

Serenity now...

Last weekend, friday, 10:45pm, I stood at my front door, tired, angry and evicted. The slumlords evil sidekick (Apt. Manager) and I tangled in a flurry of comments and anger. You see a month or so ago we put in a check in the mailbox for laundry tokens. Four days later we call him... Do you have our tokens yet. To which he replies no, but you'll get them tomorrow. Okay, another day passes and no tokens so we call and he delivers 5 out of the 45 needed to get us by and he'll bring the rest tomorrow. Another day passes and no more tokens, so she calls again... "do you have them now?" and he has the nerve to ask if we paid or put in for tokens! After a week of asking he has no recollection of our troubles with him. Very frustrating.

Fast forward to last friday, noon, and I call ahead to make sure he has tokens.
me: Are there tokens available for today?
him: the procedure hasn't changed, put it in the door and I bring them. I'm very busy and with 71 families I deliver them all at once.
me: I know but I'm just making sure I can get them today, I can't wait 4 days this time, or I'll go to the laundrymat.
him: Yeah, yeah...you'll get them just put your check in.
me: Okay it's in now.

The clock throughout the day crawls by at a blazing speed and 10:00pm finally hits. After a long day stewing about all the promises to the greeds I would not be following through. I call him:

me - "Hello, I was wondering when you were delivering todays tokens to everyone?"
And you know what he tells me
him - "Oh, I don't work weekends from 4pm until monday".
Snap.
me - "That would have been great if that was posted somewhere! But that's why I called you earlier."
him - "Oh, did you put in your check?"
me - "When I called... this morning."
him - "Well I just spent the entire day snaking electrical wires, but I get right on that!"
me - "Great".

Twenty-five minutes later he shows up to my door obviously pissed off. How many do you need he asks, and when I reply with fortyfive dollars worth he blows. He puts the 5 tokens he brought back in his pocket. You know with 71 families bugging me at all hours for these things I don't have to put up with smart ass remarks from some punk. I tell him (loudly) he sould post his hours and give some expectation when someone can get tokens or anything for that matter from him he might not have such a problem. Some louder words were exchanged both ways and he leaves down the hall. Just before I go into my apartment he mutters something about me being an asshole. And the last restraint in my body goes. I yell back at him "Well If you can't manage the building, maybe you should find a new job!". So he screams back with "You want to see how I manage my building, as of tomorrow morning consider yourself evicted!

So that about tells it. I was sick to my stomach with mid terms that week (last week now, they went fine), the Greeds birthday on the 14th, and the chores I promised to do not done I spent the night tossing and turning. After 2 hours of that looked for new apartments, packed up the laundry for the trip to the laundramat, and tossed and turned waiting to hear the notice slid under the door and hoping to grovel to get our place back for a few more months. When the greeds arrived home after her 12 hour night shift, I did what I usually do when I screw something up...I made breakfast! After finally getting around telling her what happened, she laughed and ran to call her mom with the "great" news and we finally get to move out and buy a place. So she was happy and shocked, you see it's usually her that gets angry and blows while I sit back and relax.

By the way, the next day late in the afternoon I got my tokens without the notice...and two days later he apologized!