Hello people of the world!
So I promised I was going to blog today, here I am. My reasons for not showing up yesterday were that there were some good TV shows, at least to my taste. Nature-reality shows and for some reasons the beauty of the universe and our imminent destruction. I think I'm paying extra for the doomsday channels, Nat Geo and discovery world channel. These two channels are bound to have programs regarding the universe and how everything will end up in a couple of billions years. Thus my eyes were glued to the set yesterday.
So my first show was Austin Stevens adventures. My question to you guys why go to Africa in search of deadly snakes and dangerous wildlife? So what do some people have in their heads that makes them chase danger when they could be comfortably sitting at home or working? I tell you what it is, passion. At least that's what I thought the first minutes of the show then I realized it was me. I want to see that guy get bitten by a poisonous snake and start freaking out. This would be great TV! But I guess that if this happened it would be edited out. Nevertheless yesterday I was seeing him trying to snap pictures of a black rhino all of this while showing us deadly snakes that if they were to bite him he would have a couple of minutes of life left. Stupid snake, I was rooting for you. Also, what person in its right state of mind starts handling crap? You don't see me touching crap from another person and commenting how fresh it is therefore XYZ should be near.
Then I started to see a program about stargazing and how humans have used the stars to find themselves when traveling. Even the astronauts going to the moon were doing the same thing that Christopher Columbus did hundreds of years before. Interesting! I'm seeing the show when suddenly Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz a 45 minute interlude happened. I took a nap and woke up just in time to see the end of the show. So I cannot tell you what the fuck it was about! Let's move on to the next show.
Aaaah finally a show that's really interesting! The universe and its demise. Not to scare people, but this place we call home will one day meet its doom. I'm talking fireworks from hell! Statistically we're up for a meteor hitting us, last one that made the devastation was 100 years ago: Tanguska in 1908. I don't remember how big the rock was, but it made a mess; thank God that it was a non-populated place. I know what you're thinking: "you're warning us about a meteor crashing and you don't pay attention to the size of it? Dumb ass!" Well nothing is set in stone yet, I'm just saying that astronomers believe that every 100 years we get a meteor that size that destroys a respectable area. So let's not freak about it.
I could tell you more about our doomsday situation but all of these things are bound to happen in billions of years. So unless you are someone that plans on living that long, don't worry about it. I was just commending the facts on why I didn't post anything yesterday. I tell you what this makes me become a more Zen person, here and now.
Here is now: we're going to get a NEO in the year 2029. What the fuck is that ??? Near earth orbit asteroid that if our gravitational pull adjust the trajectory of the asteroid it will come back in seven years and crash either in Hawaii or California. People who vacation there keep track of this for that year.
And now...
Politics! Not my favorite subject but since the polls put American ahead of Canadians when hitting my blog, I will mention briefly the politics of the US.
It has always fascinated me when an election of some sort is going on in the US. Lately I've been seeing KTLA a television station from Los Angeles California where there's a governor race on right now. Yesterday I found out that the ex-cleaning lady of a politician is taking her former employer to court. Why? Because for nine years this lady was employed by the politician knowing full well that the cleaning lady was illegally in the country. But once the politician started to eye the governor's position she fired the cleaning lady, telling her that from that moment on the cleaning lady and her didn't know each other. So what happens next? The cleaning lady is taking the politician to court for emotional suffering. And the race for governor is just beginning, I love the dirty politics in the states. Here in Canada they are rather boring I find.
Anyways, today I'm going to see a show called the border. It's about the border between Mexico and the US and how the border patrol tries to stop illegal immigration into the US.
Bath break-lunch break!
Okay I just finished having lunch with my brother and we were talking about my next week's schedule, I already have three appointments schedule regarding my MS condition. One of those appointments it's regarding my computer and my chair. I want to equipe my chair with a TTS voice generator just like Stephen Hawkins. Go to this site and play a text tell me what you think.
Anyways people have a wonderful day.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Tuesday update
Hello!
How are you? So last night before going to bed I looked at the stats and guess what? The US had surpassed Canada in the number of hits. Okay granted they are 300 million people where only 30 million. But even if you take the famous formula to bring everything into perspective (x/10*currency) they were still leading by about five hits. This morning to my surprise Canada was on top again. Also I am happy to say that Czechoslovakia has also visited this place. I know that in general is the US and Canada that read my blogs with South Korea in a distant third, the other countries have read my blog but have dropped out of reading it because is too locally. France, Italy, Mexico, Finland, Germany and other countries just wanted to see what the whole fuss was about. I don't hold grudges against anybody I thank them for visiting me at least once and I hope they drop-in once again in the future.
So the person that gives me bath came today and he had asked me a question written all over his face. So I did, how was your weekend I asked? and he spilled out his guts. Apparently he went to Delaware to see a NASCAR race and he started explaining to me what the big difference was between F1 and NASCAR. He was real passionate about it, I haven't been that passionate about something in an extremely long time.
When I was a kid I used to love building model fighter jets. I knew all my planes: F4, F86, F-14, F-15, SR 71, A10, Mig 21, Mig 23 and my favorite the X-15. I was also into model rocketry, I used to build models of rockets and launch them. The apex of my career in that field came when I build a rocket that could carry payload. I once launched three ants on that rocket, I'm pretty sure they had a blast.
These days I'm into astronomy and archaeology but I haven't forgotten about planes and rockets. I have mentioned that there's nothing more that I like than to watch an astronomy show on TV, at least the first 15 minutes. I'll be honest with you after that I may fall asleep. But I still like the subject.
Not much to say today, I feel rather crappy today. I don't know it might be the weather, it's rather crappy outside. This can have an affect on my MS, I know I have MS and I can tell you it does. But my neurologist thinks otherwise, he believes it might and then again it might not. He's the type of Dr. that until proven by science it's not happening.
I think that if I was a doctor and I was treating someone that has an illness where there's no cure I would suggest things that I might have heard over the years.
- "No Mrs. Mary-Juana there is no cure but I have heard from people that pigeon droppings could help alleviate the pain."
I know, I know. I'm gonna get sued right? That's the problem with this world everyone is trying to make a quick buck. If you see me the wrong way I will sue your ass. Whatever happened to peace and love?
Anyways not much to say today I'm going to try and relax, perhaps take a nap or something.
I'm a nice day
How are you? So last night before going to bed I looked at the stats and guess what? The US had surpassed Canada in the number of hits. Okay granted they are 300 million people where only 30 million. But even if you take the famous formula to bring everything into perspective (x/10*currency) they were still leading by about five hits. This morning to my surprise Canada was on top again. Also I am happy to say that Czechoslovakia has also visited this place. I know that in general is the US and Canada that read my blogs with South Korea in a distant third, the other countries have read my blog but have dropped out of reading it because is too locally. France, Italy, Mexico, Finland, Germany and other countries just wanted to see what the whole fuss was about. I don't hold grudges against anybody I thank them for visiting me at least once and I hope they drop-in once again in the future.
So the person that gives me bath came today and he had asked me a question written all over his face. So I did, how was your weekend I asked? and he spilled out his guts. Apparently he went to Delaware to see a NASCAR race and he started explaining to me what the big difference was between F1 and NASCAR. He was real passionate about it, I haven't been that passionate about something in an extremely long time.
When I was a kid I used to love building model fighter jets. I knew all my planes: F4, F86, F-14, F-15, SR 71, A10, Mig 21, Mig 23 and my favorite the X-15. I was also into model rocketry, I used to build models of rockets and launch them. The apex of my career in that field came when I build a rocket that could carry payload. I once launched three ants on that rocket, I'm pretty sure they had a blast.
These days I'm into astronomy and archaeology but I haven't forgotten about planes and rockets. I have mentioned that there's nothing more that I like than to watch an astronomy show on TV, at least the first 15 minutes. I'll be honest with you after that I may fall asleep. But I still like the subject.
Not much to say today, I feel rather crappy today. I don't know it might be the weather, it's rather crappy outside. This can have an affect on my MS, I know I have MS and I can tell you it does. But my neurologist thinks otherwise, he believes it might and then again it might not. He's the type of Dr. that until proven by science it's not happening.
I think that if I was a doctor and I was treating someone that has an illness where there's no cure I would suggest things that I might have heard over the years.
- "No Mrs. Mary-Juana there is no cure but I have heard from people that pigeon droppings could help alleviate the pain."
I know, I know. I'm gonna get sued right? That's the problem with this world everyone is trying to make a quick buck. If you see me the wrong way I will sue your ass. Whatever happened to peace and love?
Anyways not much to say today I'm going to try and relax, perhaps take a nap or something.
I'm a nice day
Monday, September 27, 2010
Double beef burrito... s o g oo d
Hello!
I'm starting this blog on Sunday but I will probably finish it tomorrow because I like to work on my family tree a bit more. So happy Sunday!
First of all, I got some new members from Italy, Germany and France reading my blog or accidentally finding it. Nevertheless, welcome to Chuck's world.I'm a forcefully stay home dad that blogs every day or almost every day. I blog about anything that my head is thinking about that day.
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So today is Monday and yesterday night I had the fight of my life with my wife. I said I wasn't going to blog about it but I'd like the younger generation to learn from my mistakes. If you have a girlfriend or vice versa and you're planning on getting married please make sure you know them well before you jump into the marriage thing.
I'm telling you, I'm getting closer on grabbing my charger, my wallet, my passport and running away from this place. I'm pretty sure that with the charger on hand I can always stop at McDonald's for coffee and a charge. I'll just tell somebody to plug my charger to the wall and to my chair and while charging I will enjoy a hot coffee. I'll grab my passport just in case I want to visit the US or go to Mexico.
But here's the story, yesterday I was seeing TV when suddenly there was a commercial for Taco Bell. Uuuuummmm...... the double beef burrito. I got to get me one of those. Wife interrupts:
- "But they're no good for you plus they taste really bad."
What the heck!?About a month ago we had Taco Bell! I enjoyed it. I love that food plus that's the only Taco Bell in Québec. And I'm praying every night so that Fridays or TGIF or Sonic or Outback or any other fast food franchise from the US comes to Québec. What's going on? I thought you loved me? Don't say stuff like that! You know how my feelings get hurt so easily. Taco Bell doesn't taste good? Was she talking about?!?
So one comment led to another and faster than you can say burrito I was insulting her world-famous mole. So what that it's an ndian dish that goes back centuries ago, I think Mexican food sucks and I got my daughters to back me up. Between you, me and the four walls I love Mexican food. I also love Canadian, American, French, Italian, Chinese, Korean, Salvadorian, I love any food from anyplace in the world. But she was attacking the principle of me loving Taco Bell. As for my daughters not liking Mexican food, that's their loss.
At this point I feel like I have to hide to eat my favorite foods. All of these happened because I didn't get to know my wife prior to me getting married. Who am I kidding, the worst times in Québec's history were spent with her side-by-side. I'm talking about the 1998 power outage in Québec. Okay so I call this the worst time in Québec's history I might be exaggerating a bit. Nevertheless for the whole month without electricity my wife and I lived together. We saw the best and the worst of each other. So much for a fight blog, when I think about it I still wonder how after so many years I still love her like I did back at the beginning.
I guess I will have to apologize and tell her the Taco Bell sucks. That her mole is really really good and that the kids don't like Mexican food because I paid them five dollars to say that.
I will definitely start eating organic food and killing my own cows.
I'm starting this blog on Sunday but I will probably finish it tomorrow because I like to work on my family tree a bit more. So happy Sunday!
First of all, I got some new members from Italy, Germany and France reading my blog or accidentally finding it. Nevertheless, welcome to Chuck's world.I'm a forcefully stay home dad that blogs every day or almost every day. I blog about anything that my head is thinking about that day.
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So today is Monday and yesterday night I had the fight of my life with my wife. I said I wasn't going to blog about it but I'd like the younger generation to learn from my mistakes. If you have a girlfriend or vice versa and you're planning on getting married please make sure you know them well before you jump into the marriage thing.
I'm telling you, I'm getting closer on grabbing my charger, my wallet, my passport and running away from this place. I'm pretty sure that with the charger on hand I can always stop at McDonald's for coffee and a charge. I'll just tell somebody to plug my charger to the wall and to my chair and while charging I will enjoy a hot coffee. I'll grab my passport just in case I want to visit the US or go to Mexico.
But here's the story, yesterday I was seeing TV when suddenly there was a commercial for Taco Bell. Uuuuummmm...... the double beef burrito. I got to get me one of those. Wife interrupts:
- "But they're no good for you plus they taste really bad."
What the heck!?About a month ago we had Taco Bell! I enjoyed it. I love that food plus that's the only Taco Bell in Québec. And I'm praying every night so that Fridays or TGIF or Sonic or Outback or any other fast food franchise from the US comes to Québec. What's going on? I thought you loved me? Don't say stuff like that! You know how my feelings get hurt so easily. Taco Bell doesn't taste good? Was she talking about?!?
So one comment led to another and faster than you can say burrito I was insulting her world-famous mole. So what that it's an ndian dish that goes back centuries ago, I think Mexican food sucks and I got my daughters to back me up. Between you, me and the four walls I love Mexican food. I also love Canadian, American, French, Italian, Chinese, Korean, Salvadorian, I love any food from anyplace in the world. But she was attacking the principle of me loving Taco Bell. As for my daughters not liking Mexican food, that's their loss.
At this point I feel like I have to hide to eat my favorite foods. All of these happened because I didn't get to know my wife prior to me getting married. Who am I kidding, the worst times in Québec's history were spent with her side-by-side. I'm talking about the 1998 power outage in Québec. Okay so I call this the worst time in Québec's history I might be exaggerating a bit. Nevertheless for the whole month without electricity my wife and I lived together. We saw the best and the worst of each other. So much for a fight blog, when I think about it I still wonder how after so many years I still love her like I did back at the beginning.
I guess I will have to apologize and tell her the Taco Bell sucks. That her mole is really really good and that the kids don't like Mexican food because I paid them five dollars to say that.
I will definitely start eating organic food and killing my own cows.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Charts galore
Hello!
So you thought I wasn't going to blog over the weekend did you? I promise this will be a short one.
I'm just blogging because I got the results on the magic bullet express question. Apparently there's a lot of people out there that would like to have my baby. Now we can't have that can we? I'm a happily married Homo sapiens, at least that's what I think we are. Or are we Homo erectus? While I'm sometimes Homo erectus but it doesn't last that long.
So what are you guys doing this weekend? I ain't doing much the weather outside is okay, no sun and I guarantee that if I go outside rain is going to start coming down on us. So let's start with chart number one. These are the numbers that were submitted to me by my team.
Let's just say my team was coming out of a party that day and the results may vary. But at this point I've taken the masses have spoken in I will be getting a magic bullet express. This is what every normal man dreams of.
On another note, I was working on my family tree and was wondering what generation we are considered as. Guess what? I got a chart!
Yeah, I know. But if you zoom into it you will see the different names of different generations. For example my generation is known as Generation X. My kids generation however, it's known as millennia generation. And the generation names go all the way to the 1500s. You can find this article in Wikipedia.
Well that's my short blog for the weekend, hope you guys continue to enjoy your weekend.
So you thought I wasn't going to blog over the weekend did you? I promise this will be a short one.
I'm just blogging because I got the results on the magic bullet express question. Apparently there's a lot of people out there that would like to have my baby. Now we can't have that can we? I'm a happily married Homo sapiens, at least that's what I think we are. Or are we Homo erectus? While I'm sometimes Homo erectus but it doesn't last that long.
So what are you guys doing this weekend? I ain't doing much the weather outside is okay, no sun and I guarantee that if I go outside rain is going to start coming down on us. So let's start with chart number one. These are the numbers that were submitted to me by my team.
Let's just say my team was coming out of a party that day and the results may vary. But at this point I've taken the masses have spoken in I will be getting a magic bullet express. This is what every normal man dreams of.
On another note, I was working on my family tree and was wondering what generation we are considered as. Guess what? I got a chart!
Yeah, I know. But if you zoom into it you will see the different names of different generations. For example my generation is known as Generation X. My kids generation however, it's known as millennia generation. And the generation names go all the way to the 1500s. You can find this article in Wikipedia.
Well that's my short blog for the weekend, hope you guys continue to enjoy your weekend.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Clinically dead I tell ya!
Hello!
Well the week is done and I just had my last medical visit of the week. Another nurse came by today to take some blood out and urine samples. Next week appears to be free of appointments. Now let's blog!
I woke up at 4:30 this morning and started moving my right leg just to make sure it wasn't a dream yesterday. Happy to say I could still move it. Why did I woke up at 4:30 in the morning? Good question, ever since I've been under pressure from you guys I wake up this early and start a brainstorming session figuring out what I'm going to blog about. This morning I had different ideas, different theories and it's always the same I have to backtrack in my mind to make sure I haven't used it before on previous post. I swear there must be an easier way to keep track of what you say, perhaps I'll start indexing my posts.I think I have said everything about my life so far. I don't know if there's anything else to say!
You guys are like a psychologist, a psychiatrist, a psycho something to me. Ever since I started to blog I feel better. If you go through my posts you will see that my first posts were all doom and gloom, now they all read like I've been smoking pot or something. You do know that there is such a pill that I could take that has cannabis as a main ingredient, a pot pill. I could get a prescription and start selling this shit make me some money on the side. But I won't do that, I'm too much of a straight shooter. I think my life has been programmed since before I was born. I mean learn to walk, learn to talk, die in the operation table, play mommy and daddy with the maid's daughter, shoot my...
- "Hold on a sec Chuck! What was that?"
- "learn to walk?"
- "No, the other one."
- "learn to talk?"
- "are you fucking stupid?!?"
Aaaaaah, dying in the operation table! Yes well this happened to me when I was about four. You see my godfather is a doctor and on a visit to his town he propose that I get circumcised that weekend. It was going to be a DCD routine, you know drug, cut and done. So my mother agreed to this and the operation was a success. But when it was time to come out of the anesthesia old Chuck here got stuck. Clinically dead for eight minutes! So I've been to the other side, not much to see. I personally think that this is the root of all my problems: MS, high blood pressure, diabetes, ugly kids, no friends, looser... Etc.
That was an innocent era, my mother didn't sue for any malpractice whatsoever. If she was in America she could have easily gotten a couple of million dollars. But in El Salvador the logical thing would have been to shoot the Dr. Well that didn't happen either.
I tell the story all the time to my girls the first time it was interesting but the second time, third time, they ignore me. Let them go to the other side and come back, I saw the beeping light. Not a pretty sight!
- "Okay now you're going to tell me that you also worked on TV!?! "
As a matter of fact I did! When we came to Canada, a friend of my mother offered a TV gig to one of my brothers. He was too shy so he turned it down, so what's next? Me! We had only been a couple of months in Canada and I was going to be on the tube. Needless to say I didn't speak any French or English, but that didn't stop me. I went and signed a contract with the TV station that was promoting the event and showed up the day that I had to record the program. They gave me $90 dollars. With this money I bought my first three speed bike. I think I was the first artist who started lip-synch on a TV program. I still have the contract somewhere and I don't know if they are still showing the program, but I haven't seen any royalties. Then again, maybe that's where my mother's getting all her money and I am suffering trying to make the end of the month. Or perhaps they caught up to my lip-synch and therefore are not paying me anything.
So as you can see I have been through several experiences that have molded who I am today.
And I haven't told you the ones that are more X-rated and probably would be banned in China.
Have a nice weekend everybody!
Well the week is done and I just had my last medical visit of the week. Another nurse came by today to take some blood out and urine samples. Next week appears to be free of appointments. Now let's blog!
I woke up at 4:30 this morning and started moving my right leg just to make sure it wasn't a dream yesterday. Happy to say I could still move it. Why did I woke up at 4:30 in the morning? Good question, ever since I've been under pressure from you guys I wake up this early and start a brainstorming session figuring out what I'm going to blog about. This morning I had different ideas, different theories and it's always the same I have to backtrack in my mind to make sure I haven't used it before on previous post. I swear there must be an easier way to keep track of what you say, perhaps I'll start indexing my posts.I think I have said everything about my life so far. I don't know if there's anything else to say!
You guys are like a psychologist, a psychiatrist, a psycho something to me. Ever since I started to blog I feel better. If you go through my posts you will see that my first posts were all doom and gloom, now they all read like I've been smoking pot or something. You do know that there is such a pill that I could take that has cannabis as a main ingredient, a pot pill. I could get a prescription and start selling this shit make me some money on the side. But I won't do that, I'm too much of a straight shooter. I think my life has been programmed since before I was born. I mean learn to walk, learn to talk, die in the operation table, play mommy and daddy with the maid's daughter, shoot my...
- "Hold on a sec Chuck! What was that?"
- "learn to walk?"
- "No, the other one."
- "learn to talk?"
- "are you fucking stupid?!?"
Aaaaaah, dying in the operation table! Yes well this happened to me when I was about four. You see my godfather is a doctor and on a visit to his town he propose that I get circumcised that weekend. It was going to be a DCD routine, you know drug, cut and done. So my mother agreed to this and the operation was a success. But when it was time to come out of the anesthesia old Chuck here got stuck. Clinically dead for eight minutes! So I've been to the other side, not much to see. I personally think that this is the root of all my problems: MS, high blood pressure, diabetes, ugly kids, no friends, looser... Etc.
That was an innocent era, my mother didn't sue for any malpractice whatsoever. If she was in America she could have easily gotten a couple of million dollars. But in El Salvador the logical thing would have been to shoot the Dr. Well that didn't happen either.
I tell the story all the time to my girls the first time it was interesting but the second time, third time, they ignore me. Let them go to the other side and come back, I saw the beeping light. Not a pretty sight!
- "Okay now you're going to tell me that you also worked on TV!?! "
As a matter of fact I did! When we came to Canada, a friend of my mother offered a TV gig to one of my brothers. He was too shy so he turned it down, so what's next? Me! We had only been a couple of months in Canada and I was going to be on the tube. Needless to say I didn't speak any French or English, but that didn't stop me. I went and signed a contract with the TV station that was promoting the event and showed up the day that I had to record the program. They gave me $90 dollars. With this money I bought my first three speed bike. I think I was the first artist who started lip-synch on a TV program. I still have the contract somewhere and I don't know if they are still showing the program, but I haven't seen any royalties. Then again, maybe that's where my mother's getting all her money and I am suffering trying to make the end of the month. Or perhaps they caught up to my lip-synch and therefore are not paying me anything.
So as you can see I have been through several experiences that have molded who I am today.
And I haven't told you the ones that are more X-rated and probably would be banned in China.
Have a nice weekend everybody!
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Magic bullet and my life plan
Hello!
You guys are sick! Yesterday I put a post with sexual connotations to it and guess what? It got more hits than any other post I have written so far. I do have to say that the one country that jumped the most was the US, basically putting it within striking distance of Canada. Sick, sick, sick!
Now the pressure's on me to come up with something more poignant that will break this record or I'll simply stop looking at the statistics. Now blogging has put stress back into my life. I have to keep the masses happy. So what will I write about today? I dunno, you guys are putting me under tremendous pressure. But you know all of those people who are watching my posts have given me a sense of power mixed in with a sense of responsibility. I feel I can dictate orders to you and you will comply. As an example, I could tell people in the US to flush their toilets simultaneously and they would do it with my orders thus creating floodings in their region. But then I would have homeland security knocking on my door and I don't want that to happen. Last time I got searched in Chicago wasn't that fun. But you know why I blog? Apparently when you get 1000 hits on a post the international Internet Association sends you a magic bullet express. So I will be able to do exotic drinks and chopp vegetables in seconds. Isn't it exciting?
You know what? I will perform a survey right here right now. How many of you think that getting a magic bullet express is worth it? Leave me your comments and I'll draw s chart for my next post so we can talk about it.
On the MS front, today I had my Thursday bath, it was a good one. There were some things that happened that threw me off. I noticed that my right leg has a bit of movement now and thatI am able to sit down straight on my wheelchair. The person that gave me the bath also noticed this, I will have to take it day by day because I don't know if this is a remission or a fluke, God forbid I have to go back to work!
So this is my blog today, what would Chuck do if he got better!
You guys are sick! Yesterday I put a post with sexual connotations to it and guess what? It got more hits than any other post I have written so far. I do have to say that the one country that jumped the most was the US, basically putting it within striking distance of Canada. Sick, sick, sick!
Now the pressure's on me to come up with something more poignant that will break this record or I'll simply stop looking at the statistics. Now blogging has put stress back into my life. I have to keep the masses happy. So what will I write about today? I dunno, you guys are putting me under tremendous pressure. But you know all of those people who are watching my posts have given me a sense of power mixed in with a sense of responsibility. I feel I can dictate orders to you and you will comply. As an example, I could tell people in the US to flush their toilets simultaneously and they would do it with my orders thus creating floodings in their region. But then I would have homeland security knocking on my door and I don't want that to happen. Last time I got searched in Chicago wasn't that fun. But you know why I blog? Apparently when you get 1000 hits on a post the international Internet Association sends you a magic bullet express. So I will be able to do exotic drinks and chopp vegetables in seconds. Isn't it exciting?
You know what? I will perform a survey right here right now. How many of you think that getting a magic bullet express is worth it? Leave me your comments and I'll draw s chart for my next post so we can talk about it.
On the MS front, today I had my Thursday bath, it was a good one. There were some things that happened that threw me off. I noticed that my right leg has a bit of movement now and thatI am able to sit down straight on my wheelchair. The person that gave me the bath also noticed this, I will have to take it day by day because I don't know if this is a remission or a fluke, God forbid I have to go back to work!
So this is my blog today, what would Chuck do if he got better!
- Go back to work at the company I used to do technical support. They will see that technology has surpassed me and probably fire me with an adequate package, so adequate that I'll be able to do the following points.
- Get a divorce and give half my package to my wife, sorry ex-wife.
- Have that midlife crisis everyone talks about but I haven't had the time to do it properly.
- Travel to Nepal and climb Mount Everest.
- Fall down Mount Everest and killed myself.
- Daughters get the other half of my package making them extremely wealthy.
- Go to heaven
- sorry, become dark matter
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Just a blog
Hello!
Applauses to all of you! Kudos! Applauses all around! I was looking at the statistics for my blog and I am impressed.
The darker the color, the more hits I got. So as you can see Canada and the US are neck and neck, I got hits from Mexico, El Salvador, Finland, Denmark, South Korea and China (???). I got another chart displaying the number of hits I got from each country and is not bad, at least I don't think it's bad. The numbers are broken down as follows:
Canada 332.. how is it going,ey?
United States 290... good day fellow Americans
South Korea 28... Hyundai rules
China 13 ... mao rules
El Salvador 7... we rule
Denmark 3... I've been a very naughty boy and deserve a spanking please
Mexico 2... yo quiero Taco Bell
Germany 1... Guten Tag
Finland 1... see Denmark for more explanation
United Kingdom 1... God save the King
So to all my English-speaking followers, thank you! And to my non English-speaking followers, gracias!
Oh yeah and to the girl from Finland, Olen ollut erittäin tuhma poika ja ansaitsevat selkäsauna!
Today was the CLSC day. The nurse and the then the bath.
At 8 AM exactly the nurse was knocking on my front door. This is the monthly visit I get from them so they can do a checkup on me. My wife opened the door and went on doing her stuff. So first things first, get naked. I'm a man of the world don't get me wrong, I'm used to getting around. I once did a porno movie so being naked is no big deal.
She starts analyzing my body, making sure I had no bruises. Poking me on the left, poking on the right, taking sugar readings, taking blood pressure... Etc
Once she finished asking questions, we go to the uncomfortable side for them...umm... my lower part!
So she takes out a sterilized ruler and starts measuring stuff. Same old, same old.
- "I see it's still the same size."
- "Yes it's still the same size"
- "well let's make sure of that"
she starts measuring me and yes it is still 9 inches x 2. She tells me I'm a very lucky man but that surgery was still an option to make it smaller if I wanted to. I told her it didn't bug me at all. Seeing that it's the first time I see this nurse she starts asking questions of my past. You know the usual ones, where are you from? How old I was? What was my previous job? Every time they come here it's the same thing: probing, poking, checking, measuring, talking, nurse stuff you know.
But I'm thankful that they come every month to check on me, to use me and abuse me. I never had so many women see me naked in all my life. Seriously!?! I'm used to it by now. Last time a woman came by to give me a bath and when she got to the lower parts she opened my trousers and let out a small OMG. I'm not lying, she did. But then she immediately recuperated the situation by saying that she had never seeing a trouser liked that. Okay, maybe it should have that checked. So I did and every time since then the nurse comes with a ruler to make sure it's still 9" x 2. You never know how big a bruice can get. WTF did you guys think I was talking about?
Applauses to all of you! Kudos! Applauses all around! I was looking at the statistics for my blog and I am impressed.
The darker the color, the more hits I got. So as you can see Canada and the US are neck and neck, I got hits from Mexico, El Salvador, Finland, Denmark, South Korea and China (???). I got another chart displaying the number of hits I got from each country and is not bad, at least I don't think it's bad. The numbers are broken down as follows:
Canada 332.. how is it going,ey?
United States 290... good day fellow Americans
South Korea 28... Hyundai rules
China 13 ... mao rules
El Salvador 7... we rule
Denmark 3... I've been a very naughty boy and deserve a spanking please
Mexico 2... yo quiero Taco Bell
Germany 1... Guten Tag
Finland 1... see Denmark for more explanation
United Kingdom 1... God save the King
So to all my English-speaking followers, thank you! And to my non English-speaking followers, gracias!
Oh yeah and to the girl from Finland, Olen ollut erittäin tuhma poika ja ansaitsevat selkäsauna!
Today was the CLSC day. The nurse and the then the bath.
At 8 AM exactly the nurse was knocking on my front door. This is the monthly visit I get from them so they can do a checkup on me. My wife opened the door and went on doing her stuff. So first things first, get naked. I'm a man of the world don't get me wrong, I'm used to getting around. I once did a porno movie so being naked is no big deal.
She starts analyzing my body, making sure I had no bruises. Poking me on the left, poking on the right, taking sugar readings, taking blood pressure... Etc
Once she finished asking questions, we go to the uncomfortable side for them...umm... my lower part!
So she takes out a sterilized ruler and starts measuring stuff. Same old, same old.
- "I see it's still the same size."
- "Yes it's still the same size"
- "well let's make sure of that"
she starts measuring me and yes it is still 9 inches x 2. She tells me I'm a very lucky man but that surgery was still an option to make it smaller if I wanted to. I told her it didn't bug me at all. Seeing that it's the first time I see this nurse she starts asking questions of my past. You know the usual ones, where are you from? How old I was? What was my previous job? Every time they come here it's the same thing: probing, poking, checking, measuring, talking, nurse stuff you know.
But I'm thankful that they come every month to check on me, to use me and abuse me. I never had so many women see me naked in all my life. Seriously!?! I'm used to it by now. Last time a woman came by to give me a bath and when she got to the lower parts she opened my trousers and let out a small OMG. I'm not lying, she did. But then she immediately recuperated the situation by saying that she had never seeing a trouser liked that. Okay, maybe it should have that checked. So I did and every time since then the nurse comes with a ruler to make sure it's still 9" x 2. You never know how big a bruice can get. WTF did you guys think I was talking about?
Monday, September 20, 2010
Freaky, no?
Hello!
How are my favorite imaginary friends? I call you this because before the Internet that's what you were. Think about it, before proving your existence you were nothing but in my head. Then came the Internet age and poof your existence was proven. Now we could interchange messages, you could leave comments, you could probably even sent me a personalized message something that before you couldn't do. Therefore you exists! Freaky, no?
But enough about proving your existence. Last week Mr. smarty-pants here decided to submit a theory to one of the most brilliant minds in the universe: Stephen Hawkins. Yeah, Mr. I have a shit load of time in his hands decided that he had such a brilliant theory that Mr. Hawkins was going to drop everything and work on it right away. Not so fast Mr. looser wannabes! Tell me your theory first and then I'll tell you if I have enough time on my hands.
Okay Mr. Hawkins, it has to do with dark matter. Scientists out there don't know where this thing comes from, they just know it exists. I figured that out! Me with time on his hands and with a post-doctorate degree in imaginary science have figured it out. Yes, yes, I already see my picture on books, newspaper; hear my name on television shows, radio shows.
- "Cripple guy in a wheelchair discovers origins of dark matter"
I am going to change my name to Prof. Guzman. I am going to endorse the bullet express and get millions of dollars. Wow! I didn't know it was easy. I'm sure Mr. Hawkins is going to flip, why couldn't he figure this out? Although he too is in a wheelchair, he is lacking one factor that stopped him from discovering such an amazing theory: Time on his hands!
The guy is left and right, up and down, all over around. While yours truly has nothing better than to blog, research his family tree, watch TV and occasionally have naps. So I'm much more advanced than he is and therefore working on new theories is my domain. Mind you, they still have to be confirmed by people like Stephen Hawkins. People who have nothing better to do than to prove me wrong.
So my theory was sent to Stephen Hawkins to which his assistants promptly replied with a "get a life loser" type of e-mail. Obviously it was much more refined but nevertheless it had the same effect. I'd like you to know that if ever you hear something regarding dark matter from Stephen Hawkins it was probably my theory.
My theory is that everybody, everything that is alive carries some sort of energy in them and when we passed away or get destroyed the energy is released back into the universe. I know, I know, it's very Avatarish of my part and granted the theory derives from it. But it makes sense, everything leaving is energy. When I first got sick they did a shit load of exams on me and one of them was sticking 2 electrodes in my body to electronically stimulate my muscles. Holy frijoles! Every time they pushed a button I would get an electric shock that would make my hand move. I'm freaking energy!
We're freaking electric motorized thingamajigs! So what happens to us when we die? I tell you what happened to us, to fluffy, to stinky, to a red rose to everything that has energy, to everything that's alive: we become dark matter!
This is my theory. I no longer believe in the afterlife but rather that I will become dark matter when my body can no longer breathe. Freaky, no?
I know you guys will be saying that I probably smoked pot or something but the truth is that what I say makes perfect sense, at least to me. You guys are only imaginary.
Have a nice existentialist day imaginary friends!
Prof. Guzman
How are my favorite imaginary friends? I call you this because before the Internet that's what you were. Think about it, before proving your existence you were nothing but in my head. Then came the Internet age and poof your existence was proven. Now we could interchange messages, you could leave comments, you could probably even sent me a personalized message something that before you couldn't do. Therefore you exists! Freaky, no?
But enough about proving your existence. Last week Mr. smarty-pants here decided to submit a theory to one of the most brilliant minds in the universe: Stephen Hawkins. Yeah, Mr. I have a shit load of time in his hands decided that he had such a brilliant theory that Mr. Hawkins was going to drop everything and work on it right away. Not so fast Mr. looser wannabes! Tell me your theory first and then I'll tell you if I have enough time on my hands.
Okay Mr. Hawkins, it has to do with dark matter. Scientists out there don't know where this thing comes from, they just know it exists. I figured that out! Me with time on his hands and with a post-doctorate degree in imaginary science have figured it out. Yes, yes, I already see my picture on books, newspaper; hear my name on television shows, radio shows.
- "Cripple guy in a wheelchair discovers origins of dark matter"
I am going to change my name to Prof. Guzman. I am going to endorse the bullet express and get millions of dollars. Wow! I didn't know it was easy. I'm sure Mr. Hawkins is going to flip, why couldn't he figure this out? Although he too is in a wheelchair, he is lacking one factor that stopped him from discovering such an amazing theory: Time on his hands!
The guy is left and right, up and down, all over around. While yours truly has nothing better than to blog, research his family tree, watch TV and occasionally have naps. So I'm much more advanced than he is and therefore working on new theories is my domain. Mind you, they still have to be confirmed by people like Stephen Hawkins. People who have nothing better to do than to prove me wrong.
So my theory was sent to Stephen Hawkins to which his assistants promptly replied with a "get a life loser" type of e-mail. Obviously it was much more refined but nevertheless it had the same effect. I'd like you to know that if ever you hear something regarding dark matter from Stephen Hawkins it was probably my theory.
My theory is that everybody, everything that is alive carries some sort of energy in them and when we passed away or get destroyed the energy is released back into the universe. I know, I know, it's very Avatarish of my part and granted the theory derives from it. But it makes sense, everything leaving is energy. When I first got sick they did a shit load of exams on me and one of them was sticking 2 electrodes in my body to electronically stimulate my muscles. Holy frijoles! Every time they pushed a button I would get an electric shock that would make my hand move. I'm freaking energy!
We're freaking electric motorized thingamajigs! So what happens to us when we die? I tell you what happened to us, to fluffy, to stinky, to a red rose to everything that has energy, to everything that's alive: we become dark matter!
This is my theory. I no longer believe in the afterlife but rather that I will become dark matter when my body can no longer breathe. Freaky, no?
I know you guys will be saying that I probably smoked pot or something but the truth is that what I say makes perfect sense, at least to me. You guys are only imaginary.
Have a nice existentialist day imaginary friends!
Prof. Guzman
Friday, September 17, 2010
Nakedness of life
Hello!
So this morning was another existentialistic morning. My wife was talking to a customer whose mother suffers from MS and it's living in a long-term facility. Then one thing led to another and suddenly my wife is moving back to Mexico.
Now don't go partying yet, she basically believes that once I am ready for a long-term disability facility, due to the cost of this, she will have no other option but to move back to her country of origin. Come on! It is true that a long term disability place could be expensive, I never looked into it. Maybe because my brain still thinks I'm healthy and young and strong and blah blah blah... I then thought about it for a second and I have said this before in my posts, I am actually in a place where most of you will get there eventually. And you too will need help, I wish you all the best and hopefully you will be as independent as possible.
Now I told her that that we were together and who knew if I needed a place like that. But then she said something else that is very relevant to our relationship, what happens when she gets tired of taking care of me? Riiiing! Someone's at the door!
This is true. Taking care of people is rather demanding, especially if you have to do this after work. I now acknowledge the fact that I will eventually require the services of such a place.
Life sucks doesn't it?
I now understand her point of view, while I'm with them I can pull my own weight economically. But once my disability gets harder and harder on them, I will have to move out and the economically will follow me. Leaving her to mend for herself.
It is a rather sad fact of life. I don't know what to tell her to make her feel better. I wish I had a normal life where I would grow old with her and we would both slowly but surely fade away, after a very long time.
The fact is that I am in a place where there are lots of questions and sadly I know all the answers to them. And yes I will eventually move out on my own to a long-term care facility where eventually I will fade away, sorry.
So this morning was another existentialistic morning. My wife was talking to a customer whose mother suffers from MS and it's living in a long-term facility. Then one thing led to another and suddenly my wife is moving back to Mexico.
Now don't go partying yet, she basically believes that once I am ready for a long-term disability facility, due to the cost of this, she will have no other option but to move back to her country of origin. Come on! It is true that a long term disability place could be expensive, I never looked into it. Maybe because my brain still thinks I'm healthy and young and strong and blah blah blah... I then thought about it for a second and I have said this before in my posts, I am actually in a place where most of you will get there eventually. And you too will need help, I wish you all the best and hopefully you will be as independent as possible.
Now I told her that that we were together and who knew if I needed a place like that. But then she said something else that is very relevant to our relationship, what happens when she gets tired of taking care of me? Riiiing! Someone's at the door!
This is true. Taking care of people is rather demanding, especially if you have to do this after work. I now acknowledge the fact that I will eventually require the services of such a place.
Life sucks doesn't it?
I now understand her point of view, while I'm with them I can pull my own weight economically. But once my disability gets harder and harder on them, I will have to move out and the economically will follow me. Leaving her to mend for herself.
It is a rather sad fact of life. I don't know what to tell her to make her feel better. I wish I had a normal life where I would grow old with her and we would both slowly but surely fade away, after a very long time.
The fact is that I am in a place where there are lots of questions and sadly I know all the answers to them. And yes I will eventually move out on my own to a long-term care facility where eventually I will fade away, sorry.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Technician my ass
Hello!
Time out, timeout, timeout...Really?!!
While working on my family tree I got an e-mail from a second or third generation cousin informing me that the father and mother of my great great grandmother were not really my great great grandparents but rather the son and daughter. WTF! My world came crumbling down, I was devastated, no point on going on. How was I going to tell this to my wife? she that had finally come to understand my family background. I will probably have to get color crayons and paper to draw the new family tree to her. In other words I don't give a flying beep! No really! I respect the person that provided me this information but at this stage in the game they could have been cousins of my great great-grandmother. All that matters is that they were related to me.
Hang on Chuck! Weren't you the one working on this tree trying to be objective and getting the proper information was essential?
Well yes, I am the one who wanted to work on the tree and make it as truthful as could be. But this is before changing data beeped up my database and I had to rebuild it from scratch. Do you know how painful this is? I rather have a root canal than to troubleshoot a computer problem. The first thing you do when something like this appear is reboot the computer stupid windows never works anyways. But the problem still persists, so what next? Is a beeping virus! Scan the beeping computer! Do you know how long this takes? I had time to get a bath while the PC was being scan. No, no virus.
Okay, is the stupid Microsoft Windows patches I installed yesterday. Okay, let's restore to when the computer was working properly. Beep no, it's not that. Okay, I can always shut down the computer and do a proper reboot. Guess what? No way José! I checked everything there was to check and I couldn't find the problem. Then a light bulb went on in my head! The changes I made to the database corrupted the application.
Okay so I didn't have to rebuild my family tree I had a backup. And faster than you can say eat shit and die, my system was working.
How the hell was I a top-notch technician with speech recognition software I have no clue.
I'm not going to change my family tree, I will just amend the information to these people. So much for objectivity and truthfulness.
Have a nice day!
Time out, timeout, timeout...Really?!!
While working on my family tree I got an e-mail from a second or third generation cousin informing me that the father and mother of my great great grandmother were not really my great great grandparents but rather the son and daughter. WTF! My world came crumbling down, I was devastated, no point on going on. How was I going to tell this to my wife? she that had finally come to understand my family background. I will probably have to get color crayons and paper to draw the new family tree to her. In other words I don't give a flying beep! No really! I respect the person that provided me this information but at this stage in the game they could have been cousins of my great great-grandmother. All that matters is that they were related to me.
Hang on Chuck! Weren't you the one working on this tree trying to be objective and getting the proper information was essential?
Well yes, I am the one who wanted to work on the tree and make it as truthful as could be. But this is before changing data beeped up my database and I had to rebuild it from scratch. Do you know how painful this is? I rather have a root canal than to troubleshoot a computer problem. The first thing you do when something like this appear is reboot the computer stupid windows never works anyways. But the problem still persists, so what next? Is a beeping virus! Scan the beeping computer! Do you know how long this takes? I had time to get a bath while the PC was being scan. No, no virus.
Okay, is the stupid Microsoft Windows patches I installed yesterday. Okay, let's restore to when the computer was working properly. Beep no, it's not that. Okay, I can always shut down the computer and do a proper reboot. Guess what? No way José! I checked everything there was to check and I couldn't find the problem. Then a light bulb went on in my head! The changes I made to the database corrupted the application.
Okay so I didn't have to rebuild my family tree I had a backup. And faster than you can say eat shit and die, my system was working.
How the hell was I a top-notch technician with speech recognition software I have no clue.
I'm not going to change my family tree, I will just amend the information to these people. So much for objectivity and truthfulness.
Have a nice day!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Champions league turmoil
Hello!
I just finished eating lunch and talking to my brother and one of the subjects we touched was the champions league and its soccer players.
It seems there's a whole brouhaha going on in England about one of his star player Rooney. Apparently he's been spending his money on prostitutes while his wife tends to the house and the kids. He even has a 60-year-old prostitute in his payroll. So my question was to my brother, why?
I understand if you're single you can go around partying but prostitutes? Why would you waste money on stuff you can get for free? I mean this guy has everything! He has a soccer field in the back of his house and I'm pretty sure that's not his only house.
Then my brother said the magic words, what else can he do with his money?
It kinda got my brain into thinking mode, yeah what else does he need? I mean you can only have so many houses, so many cars, so many lovers etc... I mean I don't have this problem and I'm pretty sure lots of you don't but if I had the same problem what else would I do with my money?
Rooney makes easily 100,000 pounds a week, so he makes a shit load of money. I'm sure he has charities, houses, cars and all the toys you could want. So getting a 60-year-old hooker is the next logical choice. After all it is his money and if he wishes to get a lavender oil enema that costs $2 million dollars more power to him.
I just wish I had that problem.... no not the enema, the money problem.
I just finished eating lunch and talking to my brother and one of the subjects we touched was the champions league and its soccer players.
It seems there's a whole brouhaha going on in England about one of his star player Rooney. Apparently he's been spending his money on prostitutes while his wife tends to the house and the kids. He even has a 60-year-old prostitute in his payroll. So my question was to my brother, why?
I understand if you're single you can go around partying but prostitutes? Why would you waste money on stuff you can get for free? I mean this guy has everything! He has a soccer field in the back of his house and I'm pretty sure that's not his only house.
Then my brother said the magic words, what else can he do with his money?
It kinda got my brain into thinking mode, yeah what else does he need? I mean you can only have so many houses, so many cars, so many lovers etc... I mean I don't have this problem and I'm pretty sure lots of you don't but if I had the same problem what else would I do with my money?
Rooney makes easily 100,000 pounds a week, so he makes a shit load of money. I'm sure he has charities, houses, cars and all the toys you could want. So getting a 60-year-old hooker is the next logical choice. After all it is his money and if he wishes to get a lavender oil enema that costs $2 million dollars more power to him.
I just wish I had that problem.... no not the enema, the money problem.
Blog.that
Hello!
How are you all doing? I know I don't blog as much as I used to but I been kept busy with my family tree. I know, you don't give a flying beep about it. But I found so many stories about my family, it's like a soap opera. How one person slept with another and the other killed another, it's really interesting. Reason why I have not paid attention to my blog. Plus it's September: girls are back in school, wife works every day and I have all day to research my family genealogy.
It's not because I'm getting worst or something, it's just that I found another project in which I'm interested. I still have stories I have to say about my illness and how I am coping with it, but I like to find out about the family's dirty little secrets. You know, the skeletons in the closet!
For example, my great-grandmother married a man and had kids with him, yet the kids carry their mothers family name and not the husbands like custom has it. Makes you wonder,ummm.... I wonder if they got divorce or the guy just left her with three kids?
Another one is that my grandfather's family name is different than what I know, than what I am called.... in this case I have to believe history, I am called like this therefore my grandfather's name was never changed.
I know it's complicated, when trying to explain this to my wife this morning she got the dumb puppy eyes look.
- "Wait, wait, wait! So your grandmother had a half-sister with a man who was your friend's uncle?"
- "No, no, no! My grandmother had a sister that doesn't appear in the family tree of a relative of mine. Because in 1771 there was a family member that was kidnapped by aliens Gypsys, get it?"
All of this to say that is very complicated as you backtrack in time and everyone has their own opinions. Now I am going to try to get in contact with the oldest cousin of the clan, it seems she's a very secluded person and it's going to be difficult but everybody's telling me that if anybody knows the story of our family it's her.
Who knows, maybe she'll tell me that I'm related to the friend of a cousin who used to date her garbage man's friend and that we originated from China and not Spain like everybody thinks.
At the end all I know is is that I don't know anything.
sayonara people
How are you all doing? I know I don't blog as much as I used to but I been kept busy with my family tree. I know, you don't give a flying beep about it. But I found so many stories about my family, it's like a soap opera. How one person slept with another and the other killed another, it's really interesting. Reason why I have not paid attention to my blog. Plus it's September: girls are back in school, wife works every day and I have all day to research my family genealogy.
It's not because I'm getting worst or something, it's just that I found another project in which I'm interested. I still have stories I have to say about my illness and how I am coping with it, but I like to find out about the family's dirty little secrets. You know, the skeletons in the closet!
For example, my great-grandmother married a man and had kids with him, yet the kids carry their mothers family name and not the husbands like custom has it. Makes you wonder,ummm.... I wonder if they got divorce or the guy just left her with three kids?
Another one is that my grandfather's family name is different than what I know, than what I am called.... in this case I have to believe history, I am called like this therefore my grandfather's name was never changed.
I know it's complicated, when trying to explain this to my wife this morning she got the dumb puppy eyes look.
- "Wait, wait, wait! So your grandmother had a half-sister with a man who was your friend's uncle?"
- "No, no, no! My grandmother had a sister that doesn't appear in the family tree of a relative of mine. Because in 1771 there was a family member that was kidnapped by aliens Gypsys, get it?"
All of this to say that is very complicated as you backtrack in time and everyone has their own opinions. Now I am going to try to get in contact with the oldest cousin of the clan, it seems she's a very secluded person and it's going to be difficult but everybody's telling me that if anybody knows the story of our family it's her.
Who knows, maybe she'll tell me that I'm related to the friend of a cousin who used to date her garbage man's friend and that we originated from China and not Spain like everybody thinks.
At the end all I know is is that I don't know anything.
sayonara people
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Another boring day in planet Earth
Hello all!
Well is one of those days again, the ones when I don't feel up nor do I feel down. It's just a blah day when I have a lot of questions and very few answers. I don't know what triggered this type of day, maybe it was the doomsday TV shows that I was seeing yesterday about how if the universe wanted we could all be destroyed in seconds and how there wasn't nothing we could do; or and a big OR, it was the conversation about my kids I had with my wife this morning. You know, the one where you're realizing that they're growing faster than you wanted to.
My youngest one is in fourth grade and by the time she gets to high school my oldest one will be finishing high school; and that's not mentioning my niece that at that stage in life, if all goes well as planned, she will be finishing university. Just not so long ago I was playing baseball in the park!!! My older brother, and it will be sooner rather than later, will be a grandfather.
So I say it's a combination of both that triggered this existentialismist (I wonder if it's even a word) question. In one hand my head is debating the existence of humans in this planet and on the other I'm examining how fast my life went and I got nothing to show for.
I know, I know, seems I'm wasting my time on questions I cannot change the outcome to. But what can I do I have a lot of time in my hands and a computer with speech recognition.
It seems my life is in the stalemate, not going forward and not going backward. Well backward is another story. I am still working on my family tree and every day there's something new. Last post I revealed that in my family there was general that started the death squad in my country; today I can reveal that there was also a Jesuit priest who was a dear friend of Msgr. Romero. His name was Rutilio Grande and if you type his name in Google you will find many websites. Funny enough, well not funny, he was killed in an armed ambush probably set up by my other relative. My family is one fucked up melting pot. In one side the rich and powerful and on the other the poor and struggling; and I'm stuck in the middle.
Seriously, seriously!?! How in heavens name did my father married my mother, I have no idea. Two complete opposite sides got together and decided to start a family; and let's not even go to some other members that got into the family because my ancestors decided to have love affairs.
Well I guess if you guys dig long enough you too will find skeletons in your closet!
Well is one of those days again, the ones when I don't feel up nor do I feel down. It's just a blah day when I have a lot of questions and very few answers. I don't know what triggered this type of day, maybe it was the doomsday TV shows that I was seeing yesterday about how if the universe wanted we could all be destroyed in seconds and how there wasn't nothing we could do; or and a big OR, it was the conversation about my kids I had with my wife this morning. You know, the one where you're realizing that they're growing faster than you wanted to.
My youngest one is in fourth grade and by the time she gets to high school my oldest one will be finishing high school; and that's not mentioning my niece that at that stage in life, if all goes well as planned, she will be finishing university. Just not so long ago I was playing baseball in the park!!! My older brother, and it will be sooner rather than later, will be a grandfather.
So I say it's a combination of both that triggered this existentialismist (I wonder if it's even a word) question. In one hand my head is debating the existence of humans in this planet and on the other I'm examining how fast my life went and I got nothing to show for.
I know, I know, seems I'm wasting my time on questions I cannot change the outcome to. But what can I do I have a lot of time in my hands and a computer with speech recognition.
It seems my life is in the stalemate, not going forward and not going backward. Well backward is another story. I am still working on my family tree and every day there's something new. Last post I revealed that in my family there was general that started the death squad in my country; today I can reveal that there was also a Jesuit priest who was a dear friend of Msgr. Romero. His name was Rutilio Grande and if you type his name in Google you will find many websites. Funny enough, well not funny, he was killed in an armed ambush probably set up by my other relative. My family is one fucked up melting pot. In one side the rich and powerful and on the other the poor and struggling; and I'm stuck in the middle.
Seriously, seriously!?! How in heavens name did my father married my mother, I have no idea. Two complete opposite sides got together and decided to start a family; and let's not even go to some other members that got into the family because my ancestors decided to have love affairs.
Well I guess if you guys dig long enough you too will find skeletons in your closet!
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Family tree
Hello!
So I've been working on my family tree for a while now and I found some stories that I'm pretty sure all of you have in your families but you don't remember your mother telling you about or you never know they existed.
I found out that my great great grandfather on my grandfather's side had an affair with a market lady that gave birth to a cousin of mine who lives in Montréal and I often see her. I told her about her background and she was real happy about what I have told her and confirmed the names in the story.
I also found out on my wife's side that her great grandparents were over 2 m tall. Reason for my wife and one of my kids being quite tall. Apparently there's a picture there somewhere that shows them standing besides a fence and other people and they surpass everybody in height.
I also found out that my great grandfather had a stepbrother the gave birth to a lady who had a son that started the death squad in my country. He was a general feared by everybody, apparently he was in the CIA payroll. People that come from my country and know a bit of its history will surely remember the name José Alberto Medrano, Chele Medrano. You can even look it up on Google and you will find many documents about him. Not exactly proud about it but hey, he's family. I remember I met him when I was a little boy but to me he was only an Army person, no more no less. It is until recently that I discovered his dark side and the fame he had in my country.
I am trying to get in contact with other people, other members of my family who can provide me with more information about my family's past. So far I've gotten pictures of my great-grandparents and I hope I can get a picture of my great great grandmother and dates of people that were my ancestors.
So far I haven't found anybody that had MS like I do. It's funny because the further you get from the equator line the more chances you have of getting MS. The weird thing about it is that I come from El Salvador a stone throw away from the equator. Even the doctors were surprised when they diagnosed me with MS, they asked me where I was from. When I told them where I was from they immediately told me that it was strange that a person from that region would have MS.
I know the rumors that have been running in my family and other relatives put my mother's family origins somewhere in Spain. I have not been able to confirm or deny this, apparently I have a cousin that has a family tree so complex it pushes my grandmother's family all the wy to the Queen's court where one of my ancestors played the organ for her. I haven't been able to get in contact with this cousin. She doesn't believe in Facebook or any other social sites. Hopefully I will find her before she gets to be at tad too old.
I wonder what else I will find?
So I've been working on my family tree for a while now and I found some stories that I'm pretty sure all of you have in your families but you don't remember your mother telling you about or you never know they existed.
I found out that my great great grandfather on my grandfather's side had an affair with a market lady that gave birth to a cousin of mine who lives in Montréal and I often see her. I told her about her background and she was real happy about what I have told her and confirmed the names in the story.
I also found out on my wife's side that her great grandparents were over 2 m tall. Reason for my wife and one of my kids being quite tall. Apparently there's a picture there somewhere that shows them standing besides a fence and other people and they surpass everybody in height.
I also found out that my great grandfather had a stepbrother the gave birth to a lady who had a son that started the death squad in my country. He was a general feared by everybody, apparently he was in the CIA payroll. People that come from my country and know a bit of its history will surely remember the name José Alberto Medrano, Chele Medrano. You can even look it up on Google and you will find many documents about him. Not exactly proud about it but hey, he's family. I remember I met him when I was a little boy but to me he was only an Army person, no more no less. It is until recently that I discovered his dark side and the fame he had in my country.
I am trying to get in contact with other people, other members of my family who can provide me with more information about my family's past. So far I've gotten pictures of my great-grandparents and I hope I can get a picture of my great great grandmother and dates of people that were my ancestors.
So far I haven't found anybody that had MS like I do. It's funny because the further you get from the equator line the more chances you have of getting MS. The weird thing about it is that I come from El Salvador a stone throw away from the equator. Even the doctors were surprised when they diagnosed me with MS, they asked me where I was from. When I told them where I was from they immediately told me that it was strange that a person from that region would have MS.
I know the rumors that have been running in my family and other relatives put my mother's family origins somewhere in Spain. I have not been able to confirm or deny this, apparently I have a cousin that has a family tree so complex it pushes my grandmother's family all the wy to the Queen's court where one of my ancestors played the organ for her. I haven't been able to get in contact with this cousin. She doesn't believe in Facebook or any other social sites. Hopefully I will find her before she gets to be at tad too old.
I wonder what else I will find?
Thursday, September 2, 2010
September
Hello!
My first post of September! What will I talk to about today?
Well the girls are back in school, I got the place all to myself but it doesn't feel like it. While been in the computer I often get phone calls from telecommunication companies offering me a better deal than Bell in my long-distance calls. Depending on how I feel I will either make the call short or extended. Let me explain.
When a short it's because the question they ask first is:
"what country do you make calls to?"
"I don't make any long-distance call, my families in Canada"
"Thank you very much Mr. Guzman"
when it's extended is because I want to fool around with them. I dragged on the call sounding interested by what they're offering and then I say no.
I think I do this because I have time on my hands, a shit load of time! Worse, winter is coming and I'll be forced to be cocooned inside my place. Going out only to medical related appointments. It's a real hazard to wonder in the snow on my wheelchair. When I first got it the occupational therapists bragged about how my chair was made for Canadian winters, B.S.! Last winter I went out on the chair and from my door to the bus I had to drive very carefully.
And I still have some adjustments to make on the chair in the coming weeks, we'll see what that gives. Okay, let's move on.
So these last couple of weeks I've been working on my family tree. I have finished it but now I have to put the final touches. A picture here, a picture there, a date here, a date there... But I even have uploaded the information to ancestry.com so that future generations that are instead will just have to go there and look for us and not to searches like I did hitting people left and right for documents. I think it was worth it I went all the way is back as my great great great grandparents on my mother's side. A my father side, I just went as far as my great-grandparents. Well I still have to work on it to make it better.
So, this is what I did last couple of weeks and the reason for me not posting on my blog. You guys take care yourself and enjoy life.
Another boring post from a guy in a wheelchair with a shit load of time on his hands!
My first post of September! What will I talk to about today?
Well the girls are back in school, I got the place all to myself but it doesn't feel like it. While been in the computer I often get phone calls from telecommunication companies offering me a better deal than Bell in my long-distance calls. Depending on how I feel I will either make the call short or extended. Let me explain.
When a short it's because the question they ask first is:
"what country do you make calls to?"
"I don't make any long-distance call, my families in Canada"
"Thank you very much Mr. Guzman"
when it's extended is because I want to fool around with them. I dragged on the call sounding interested by what they're offering and then I say no.
I think I do this because I have time on my hands, a shit load of time! Worse, winter is coming and I'll be forced to be cocooned inside my place. Going out only to medical related appointments. It's a real hazard to wonder in the snow on my wheelchair. When I first got it the occupational therapists bragged about how my chair was made for Canadian winters, B.S.! Last winter I went out on the chair and from my door to the bus I had to drive very carefully.
And I still have some adjustments to make on the chair in the coming weeks, we'll see what that gives. Okay, let's move on.
So these last couple of weeks I've been working on my family tree. I have finished it but now I have to put the final touches. A picture here, a picture there, a date here, a date there... But I even have uploaded the information to ancestry.com so that future generations that are instead will just have to go there and look for us and not to searches like I did hitting people left and right for documents. I think it was worth it I went all the way is back as my great great great grandparents on my mother's side. A my father side, I just went as far as my great-grandparents. Well I still have to work on it to make it better.
So, this is what I did last couple of weeks and the reason for me not posting on my blog. You guys take care yourself and enjoy life.
Another boring post from a guy in a wheelchair with a shit load of time on his hands!
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