I Would Be Pleased!

(I am keeping this one as PG as possible)

After a few talks with a few people over a few days I was asked a similar question, "How can I make my man happy?".

At first I was kind of puzzled by these questions. Since I am unaware why they are unhappy it is hard for me to answer. After getting the info about the situation I was a little more aware of what was going on. For some it was work related issues, others more personal issues, but it all came down a few simple answers.

First off if you live with this person you know what they enjoy to eat. Make them a special meal, or take them out. The quickest way to a man's heart is his stomach. A good meal will make any man happy.

Second, make sure they are able to enjoy their drink of choice. It could be a beer, a wine, kool-aid....what ever.

Third, try to get them to enjoy the night. It could be going out to movie, staying home to watch a movie, watching a sports game, or having friends over. Doing stuff with other people is always good. No matter how much he says he wants to be alone he really doesn't.

If it is you that he is upset with and you want him to be happy there are lots of things to do. Fighting does not help.......ever. Talking things out in a calm manner yes. If you let him go out with his friends watch the game, have some drinks, play poker or anything that is also good. But when he gets home make sure he is looked after and don't add any stress.

Don't get me wrong I am not saying wait on him hand and foot. Small gestures can be something they will enjoy as well.

For me I just need a few things to release stress.
- Food
- Beer
- Hockey
- Movie
- Someone to vent to helps at times

Keep in mind each person's situation is different. Some guys wouldn't like what over do. Know your man and everything should be O.K!

It's Been One Week

If you have been reading my blog then you are aware that I am hockey official. I ref and lines a lot of hockey. One thing that really grinds my gears is when people tell at the officials to "get outta the way!". If you don't know what I mean here is quick little description. When a player doesn't pay attention to where he/she is shooting the puck and hits the ref. Most people think the ref is always in the wrong.

Here is something to think about. Players have a lot more equipment on than refs. The average player will be wearing the following for protection.

-Skates

-Shin Pads

-Pants

-Cup

-Gloves

-Shoulder Pads

-Elbow Pads

-Neck Guard

-Helmet

-Full Cage/Half Visor

While the average ref will only wear a few things.

-Skates

-Shin Pads

-Cup

-Elbow Pads

-Helmet

-Half Visor

Some refs don't wear shin pads, a cup, or elbow pads. So when people think we get in the way on purpose I pose this question, Why do we want to get hit with a piece or frozen vulcanized rubber?

To prove my point I have been documenting what happens to a ref when they get hit.

  Sunday Feb. 28. The night I was hit by a puck.

Tuesday March 1.

Wednesday March 2.

Thursday March 3.

Friday March 4.

Sunday March 6.

No ref WANTS to get hit by a puck. Remember when you see a ref fall down, get hit by a puck, body checked into the boards it hurts. We are wearing less protective equipment than the players.

I'm Afraid!

We are talking about about fears on the Magic 103.5 FM today. There are a lot of common fears that I heard, but also some different fears as well. The common fears i heard are spiders, snakes, and heights. I understand a lot of these fears for the most part. It is really hard to understand the fear until you know someone with that fear.

But at the same time there are fears that I know people have that I just don't get. The biggest one that I don't understand is clowns. I have never seen clowns as scary. Even in the movie IT. Sure there is a murderous clown on the loose, but at the same time all horror movies have people killing in it. Does that mean we should be afraid or most 6'1" white men ha ha?

As for myself, well I have a few fears of my own. A lot of people most of them some people know none of them. The biggest one for me has to be deep dark water. Like the middle of a lake or ocean or large bodies of water like that. Not because of a traumatic incident of my life or anything like that, I just don't like not being able to see what's going on down there. Also the other big one for me is needles. I don't like sharp metal being shoved in my arms and injecting me with a fluid. My 2nd last needle I passed out looking at the needle. A lot of people laugh at me when I tell them the needle one because I have tattoos. But anyone who has a tattoo knows needles are nothing like a tattoo.

I think everyone has a fear of something regardless if they tell people it or not. Some of them are small but for any serious fear or phobia none of them are easy to overcome. But I fear this will be the end of my post for today. Remember no matter what your fear is, I'm sure you aren't alone. Don't hid it, it's part of who you are.

She Said WHAT At Her Wedding?!?

Over the weekend I went on a nice big trek to northern Saskatchewan again. On Friday after I left work I took off to Saskatoon to start my long venture. Once I got there I met up with a friend went out for drinks and watching a show. After leaving the show I found a parking ticket on my windshield. This is the second in 2 weeks. Starting to think it MIGHT BE my fault. The next morning I chilled out met with an old college roommate and had dinner and a few drinks before I continued on my adventures.

In the afternoon I drove to Melfort to watch my brother play against Melfort. The night before they lost 5-2. I was expecting a similar game. But what I saw was far from similar. Nipawin lost 11-0. Nothing really exciting came out of this game. That night I drove to Bellevue to my auntie, uncle, and 3 cousins. Just hung out and talked that night and the next morning.

Around noon on Sunday I drove back to Saskatoon to attend a high school friend's wedding. I was going alone to this wedding so I wasn't sure if I would really know anyone there. After showing up to Saskatoon early I stopped by a pub near the hotel where the wedding was to take place. After a few quick pre-wedding drinks I made my over to the hotel. The first person I saw was a guy I went to elementary school with. He moved out of Radville when we were in grade 8 or so. So it was nice to catch up with him.

A little while after talking we were asked to meet for the ceremony. While this was all great and lovely, like most weddings are, there was a bit of entertainment as well. The bride said something you would only hear in a comedy. Since it was a civil service it was fairly lax. The bride was asked to do the 'repeat after me' part, which is standard and not exciting. But she made it fun. When asked to repeat 'take the lawfully wedded' she said 'take the awfully wedded'. After a few moments of laughter she was asked to repeat the correct words 3 times.

The rest of the night was very fun and entertaining. We had a few drinks and unlike other weddings I was able to sit down with the groom for a few minutes and actually have a conversation. This is something I was sure wouldn't be able to happen with how busy weddings are.

The next day I was going to make a stop in Regina then go home since I worked Tuesday. But before I left I was told I need to make a detour and visit another friend of mine. I said I would love to, since we never to get hang out. After some birthday cake and a drink I carried on my way. Once I reached Regina I was able to wrap up my trip. Had a great chat with a friend followed by a relaxing hot tub experience before I went home.

All in all it was a great, long, long weekend. Visiting with friends is something I enjoy more than anything. Being so far away from so many great friends it was hard to pass up any opportunities to see as many as I could. I can't wait until the next trip north. I hope it won't be long.

I Want My Time Back

So the other day I went to the ER. It wasn't for anything major just what I figured was a broken finger. I have broke a few fingers in my time and it felt like the other times so I did what anyone would do. Go and see if the doctor can do anything.

Upon arriving at the hospital I gave them all my info. Health card, next of kin, address, all that stuff. After waiting what was only 5 minutes or less I was called back to the room. The man who took me back there seemed like the nurse type and was very dismissive of my condition. He looked at me and said "So?......What do you need?" After being shocked that this is how our conversation started up I replied. "Well, I think I broke my finger." I figured it was a pretty simple answer for his nonprofessional question. To which he answered "Oh? So you went for X-Rays and you know that it's broken and what do you want us to do?" After being baffled that this person could work in a hospital let alone be a nurse I simplify said "No. That is why I said I THINK".

After a few more pointless questions and him telling me I don't know what I'm talking about we went for a walk to the X-Ray station. Upon arriving the ladies who were in this unit were very nice. All were very polite and even asked how the pain was. Something the other guy never once asked me. After my X-Ray they asked "Did Dr. (bad doctor name) tell you to just wait here?" It was at this point when I realized the 'nurse' I was dealing with was actually a DOCTOR.

When he came back he looked at my X-Rays and said there is a little bone where it hurt the most but he quickly dismissed this. He said it is probably just a bone from my pinky. After looking at him like he had 2 heads and missing a brain in both he turned around and walked out. I asked him what I should do. His reply floored me. "We are done. You can leave now."

Needless to say I will no longer be going to this Doctor ever again and making the 30 min trip, each way, to Radville.

I'm Offended!

The way this world is going lately everything has to be so politically correct. And it seems like everything you say on the radio or in life has be to said just right. One of my co-workers asked our audience if anyone had Obsessive Compulsive tendencies. After a few people called in and told him about eating the red Smarties last or putting on the left sock before the right one he received a phone call. A listener was offended by how he was "making fun| of people with OCD. Which was not the case at all.

I'm sure there are people who are reading this who have older family members who use old style terms that would be frowned upon now days. People aren't handicapped anyone. They are disabled challenged. These terms change so quickly that people who have certain conditions can't even keep up with them.

People can't take anything lightly anymore. There is no sense of HA HA left in this world. Looking around a bar to see if you can tell a joke. repeating something in your head before you say it out loud. If everyone would just lighten up a bit more there would be more laughs and who knows maybe fewer wars.

But what do I know? I am just a guy. I am not offended by much. Maybe it is because I do not have any challenged to overcome. But when I (a 6'4" white male) call someone (a 5'4" black female) short, I'm being offensive.

If everyone is supposed to be equal and we are supposed to be able to laugh at ourselves then why can't we laugh at each other?

I'm In Need Of Ink

I have always enjoyed tattoos. I have 4 right now and it has been kind of an expensive obsession with me. I got my first one when I was 17. It's a hockey puck with hockey sticks behind it and flames coming out the sides of the puck. A few years later I got 2 more tattoos above my elbows. They are both stars. One blue and one red. then 2 years ago I got my latest tattoo. It's script that says "You'll never make everyone happy it just won't happen".

I am still trying to think about what I want for me new tattoo. Do I want something that is crazy and off the wall or something classic. Maybe even something that has a major impact on my life. But what it really comes down to is something I can that will let me say "ya, I paid for that".

As I think more about the classic tattoo style the one that sticks out in my head is a pin up girl.

But who knows. All I do know is I need to get a tattoo soon.