I, ladies and gents am sitting here typing with my thumbs. Why? Well the doctor in the emergency room suggested it may work a bit better than trying to type with my elbows. I had begun my Christmas baking. I had just pulled a pie shell out of the oven. To keep the bottom of the pie shell from puffing up, some people use pie weights. The are expensive and not necessary. I just use one of my stainless steel pots. I've been doing it this way for years. Anyway, the oven was at 400 degrees to cook the pie shell, which of course also heats the pot to 400 degrees. Today Christopher and the dog came tear assing into the kitchen. The dog wiped out the boy, the boy slid into the counter and the pot was going to fall directly onto my sons face. All 400 degrees of it. I did the only thing that I could do. I caught the pot.

I knew immediately that it was bad. I mean, I worked in kitchens for years. I have had all manner or burn. None of them prepared me for this. Chris of course wasn't home, so I let it go for about ten minutes, just concentrating on breathing in and out to try and control the pain.I had immediately gotten the boy to get me some ice in a bag, but even that was not helping. There was no way I was going to be able to drive either. I got Christopher to dial telehealth, which is a hot-line of nurse practitioners who can give advice as to what to do in certain situations, which is why I called. When I told her what happened and informed her that the skin had flat out come away when I had run water on them, and that they were weeping quite badly, instead of telling me what to put on my hands, she told me I needed to call an ambulance and go to the hospital. I told her I thought that was a ridiculous idea. Once she explained to me about my weakened immune system i begrudgingly agreed. She would not let me wait till Chris got home. So Christopher called the ambulance and away we went.

Both of my hands are horrifically burned. There is no way I am taking my restricted weapons exam tommorrow. They hurt extremely badly. When I think about what my sons face would look like had I not grabbed the pot, they suddenly don't hurt so badly.

how's your weekend going?

Things are not fantastic in the land of Stratford. Ok, as far as I am concerned, things are fine in the land of Stratford, except for the fact that I live with an insane person. In the insane persons world apparently, things are not fantastic and because he is insane, his problem has become my problem.

The economy as you know is in a bad way right now. Since our US brethrens economy directly impacts our own, ours in in the #$&@#* same as yours is. Me being the me that I am, prepared for this eventuality. I own outright two houses. No Mortgage's. I own all the vehicles. No car payments. I own all the business equipment. No lease payments. I have three freezers full of food. This is actually just a leftover from a childhood of having no food most of the time. It is a mental quirk, but it comes in handy. When I die, my sonwill be the beneficiary of a 1 million dollar life insurance policy. I do not need to leave him cash. He will also of course inherit the business, the houses, cars, quads, snowmobiles and any other assorted toys I have forgotten. I have enough money in the bank that if we were to actually retire right now, we could very easily live for the next 30 years as long as the insane person didn't do something like go buy a Lamborghini. So, what is the problem?

The problem is that the less work that comes in the more short tempered, antsy, downright foul my husband is becoming. Now, I get it that there has been a tremendous amount of pressure in this house over the last year. I got through major surgery, chemotherapy and a major heart attack so for the most part nobody was sure I was even going to be here on Christmas this year. I never doubted it, but I can see where it would be frightening. I understand that some people react to fear by becoming angry. I am one of those people so I totally get that too. I do not get the amount of insane that I am dealing with in respect to the no work right now thing. He has been having meltdowns since I got out of the hospital. My son actually had to remind him that the cardiologist said no stress. He tried to get it under control for a while. His personality dictates that he must vent however and I am even handier than usual being that I am supposed to just lay around and heal. Last night however it got to the point where I thought I might have to slap some sanity back into him.

We were discussing Christmas and the fact that I still had to get Sarah a couple of things. Out of nowhere in and response to nothing I said, he got up so fast he knocked the chair over (Seth can attest to the fact that these are by no means flimsily made kitchen chairs) so flipping one with his ass was no easy feat. He turned to me and screamed "&^#@*&^ cancel Christmas for &$#* sake, we can't afford ^&$!$*& Christmas. How much more !%$#@#@ money do you plan on spending for Christmas!!!!!" Yes it does need all those exclamation points to convey the smashing of his fist on the table and the foaming at the mouth that was going on as he screamed. I gave myself a moment to make sure I was not going to giggle or anything and then I asked him quite bluntly if he had lost his mind. "Have I lost my mind?" he screamed back at me, "if you haven't noticed you stupid *$#@! THERE IS NO WORK AND THEREFOR NO MONEY COMING IN!!. I nodded agreeably. I verbally confirmed that I was aware. He was actually looking at me like I was the crazy one. "WHAT PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT GET" he roared. I then shrugged, got up, got the bank statement and asked him if he remembered number placement from grade one. That little dot right there means we have 6 figures in the bank sweetie I tried soothingly. That would be dollars, not peso's. Speaking of Peso's, the American account is not reflected there. With that I assumed the conversation was finished and proceeded to walk away. I was mistaken. "WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THAT RUNS OUT, THEN WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?" He was still screaming."How in the hell, barring you buying acouple of new Lamborghini's are we going to run out of money? Are you keeping a high paid call girl in a penthouse somewhere that I don't know about?" I questioned. "If you are let me know, I think I can get a deduction for that." He didn't see the humour. It did however take the wind out of his sails for a moment. long enough to clean up the spit that now dribbled down the corner of his mouth. I'll give him credit, he did try and bring the gallop of the crazy to a halt. He took a couple of big gulps of air and went a splashed some water on his face. He then came back out into the kitchen and sat back down.

"Ok, so what else do you think you are going to get?" He asked me once he was seated. I listed off the things I had thought of and told him What I expected it was going to cost. I bought her sister a freaking television along with about $400 worth of other assorted things. I thought it only fair that I do the same for her. While I do not particularly like either of them, I have made peace with the fact that no matter what they do to him, Chris is going to have them in his life. I usually get told that it is obvious that I spent next to nothing on them which is totally not true. I may dislike them, but they belong to someone that I love so I treat them accordingly. I have never cheaped out on any event with either of them. Anyway, once I told him that he went mental all over again and then I had to calm him down all over again. I was hoping he wasn't going to ask me what I had spent on Christopher to date, and then he asked me what I had spent on Christopher to date. While he was freaking out again something dawned on me. I let him rant for a few more minutes and then I beat his crazy horse into submission. "Ok, I have a solution. In order to cut costs because we are so very impoverished, I am making a decision as owner of the business. We will NOT BE HAVING A @#$#@^ CHRISTMAS PARTY THIS YEAR, HOWS THAT FOR SAVING SOME MONEY YOU &$$70!# ?" Wow, I didn't just stop the gallup of the crazy, I think I may have killed it. His mouth closed so fast his teeth clicked. Last year the Company Christmas party cost just north of $2000. I was expecting it to be a touch higher this year and bills to date seemed to confirm that it was indeed going to be the case.

At that moment my crazy husband realized that he had managed to do one of the only things guaranteed to make me ready to fight mad. He tried to take my sons happy. NOBODY gets to take my sons happy. Christopher is one of the most wonderful humans on the planet. Notbecause he is my son. Becausehe withoutprompting gives to charities every Christmas. He spends halfof the allowance he has saved for the past 30 weeks on theBlockbuster toy drive. He volunteers to help set up and serve forthe Thanksgiving dinner for thehomeless that my ex employer is still doing. He gives to the Children's Aid andstarting in January, he and I are going to be running the newBreakfast program at his School. He quietly because he didn't want to embarrass anyone,went to the kids he knew had very little for lunch time and surveyed for me to see how great the need was. I was correct in my assumption that it would be easier for the kids to talk to another kid, not an adult. I would have let someone poke out my eyes with a butter knife before I ever admitted there was anything wrong at home when I was akid. My son totes an extra Sandwich and apple to school every day just in case. Sometimes they are gone, sometimes they aren't gone. If it were up to my son, half of the gifts I get him would go to charity. Since he is a precious beautiful thing, if I want tospend some money on him at Christmas time, I damn well will. If I want to buy him a Lamborghini for Christmas I damn well will. Knowing that he had indeed just crossed a very serious line, Chris did the only thing he could do. He backed the hell up. Sorry, sorry, sorry I don't know what's wrong with me utterances along with an attempt at hugging me. So bottom line is we don't mess with my happy and I don't mess with the Christmas party.

Hope everyone is well. Also, HOPE EVERONE SENDS ME THEIR ADDRESSES SOON SO I CAN SPREAD THE HAPPY SOME MORE. :lol:

Hi everyone. I hope you all had at least tolerable weekends if not outright fantastic. I myself have had a fairly busy and physical one. I am sure my cardiologist would be thrilled. :lol: Yesterday I helped Chris finally finish the garage reno he started in roughly 2007. Chris is not a carpenter by any standard so he realized quickly he was in WAY over his head. He has off and on been getting people to help him ever since. Because I did not agree that we needed to spend upwards of $4000 to renovate a Garage, up until yesterday I have flat out refused to help. That changedonly because he finally admitted that it has been a huge waste of time and money. You have no idea how hard it was for him to do that. I didn't do much yesterday, I did the measuring, and I hammered in a few nails. I also held a board or two when it was necessary. Today, I built a closet for the fishing and hunting gear in the garage. This was much more physically taxing and I did feel it by the time I was finished.

Later today, we went into town because Chris needed to pick up a check and I needed to pick up a few gifts. We went to my favorite place. Future Shop. We got Felicia (Chris' Eldest daughter) a Sony Bravia 32" television. I got Christopher 3 games and another season of the Simpsons. I also decided what his big present was going to be. A brand new beautiful LAPTOP!! I know he is going to lose his mind when he opens it. He has been begging for a computer since he was about 3. He would have settled for a desktop, but I know he will appreciate the laptop even more.

I am also preparing for yet another Birthday party. My beautiful boy is 10 this year.1 decade old. I cannot believe how fast that went. This year, just to do something different we are having the party at Whitehorse Bowling. It is actually a pretty good deal. The kids each get two games of bowling, pizza and beverages for $10 each. The Bowling Alley will allow me to bring his cake. This way, Christopher gets his party, and I don't get the cleanup from 10 kids afterwards. He is also having Aiden and one other friend sleep over. They are going to do movies and popcorn and try to stay up all night. For his Birthday I got Christopher some nightvision Goggles. He has wanted them since he saw them on some national geographic program. They were watching lions in the dark and he was fascinated by how well they were able to see. He immediately began questioning me as to whether or not they worked and then told me how cool it would be to have a pair. So, I got him a pair so we could see how cool they really are.

We have to figure something out for Sarah for Christmas and my shopping is officially done. I am way behind, but I will forgive myself for this one year due to circumstances beyond my control. :lol:

Hope everyone is good.

I thought I might share the seven signs that convinced me to start putting steel shutters up on all my windows, make a turret on my roof, make sure my machine gun(s) are in working order, purchase a gross of each kind of ammunition and prepare to weld my doors shut.

#7 - Lady Gaga- I will give her credit for teaching me a new way to store my dehydrated food items.

#6 - Tila Tequila - this, this thing is famous. Why? It looks like something Jim Henson would come up with if Muppets did porn. No offense to any muppets past or present.

#5 - The new Hawaii five oh. Just, NO!!

#4 - The remake of every single movie I have ever held dear. The new Nightmare on elmstreet almost made me take out my own eyes so very bad was it. What's next, a remake of gone with the wind? Ok if that happens seriously, seek shelter and make sure there is someone with you who runs slower than you do.

#3 - Sixteen and pregnant. Who thought it was a good idea to put at risk youth on tv and let them think they are famous. What is wrong with people? Who watches this stuff? I wonder if anyone has done a study to see how much teen pregnancy has gone up since that started?

#2- Justin Bieber. Ok, so I have a cool story. Christophers best friend Aidens cousin lives three houses down from Justin Bieber in Stratford where he is from. Aidens cousin beat him up two years ago. I confirmed this with Aidens parents. I took Christopher, Aiden and the Cousin out for dinner. Is it wrong to love that my son Hates Justin Bieber and Miley Cirus and plays air guitar in the car to AC/DC?

#1 - Sarah Palin If anyone needs to borrow my acetylene or torches please just let me know.

Hi everybody. Happy Thanksgiving to all my brethren in the US. I hope you had a great day and that you survived the food coma that is inevitable on thanksgiving.

Once again we are getting close to my favorite time of the year. Since I like to share my happy, I need addresses for Christmas Cards. PM me them please. Thank you.

I had to take my three dogs to the vet for Rabies shots tonight. I usually go to the rabies clinic in the summer because the shots are only 7 dollars as opposed to 45 dollars at the vets. Unfortunately, there was no rabies clinic this year so we had to go to the vet. It is an impossibility to fit Mushi, Bruno and Brute into the car at the same time so we took Mushi and Brute first and left my psycho Rotti for last. I don't know why Bruno has gone loopy, they have all been raised the same, but Bruno thinks that everyone on earth is a personal threat to my well being and therefore they must die. This is not good when your rotti weighs 165lbs. Dr Horton is an amazing vet and I will give him credit, even knowing how Bruno is, he looks after him as well as he looks after my other two. I wasn't worried about him getting bitten, I had Bruno's muzzle on him. That however does not stop Bruno from launching, grabbing with both paws and mashing his face repeatedly against Dr Horton in an attempt to bite him. We tried something different this year. I took Bruno to the door and simply passed him off so I was not part of the equation. It was Dr Hortons idea, he is the one that says the dog is reacting to thinking that I am in danger somehow. With me not in the room, Bruno behaved as well as the other two. I think that is awesome.

Brute is doing fantastic, Mushi is still a big slobbery happy dog and Bruno is a great dog as long as he isn't around other people. I love him anyway, even if he is insane.

Christopher wants to go Christmas shopping tomorrow, so I guess we will.

Hope you are all well.

If you are wondering where exactly I've been after just getting back into the swing of things, I have been flat on my back in ICU in the Simcoe General Hospital. I had a great big huge heart attack right out of nowhere. No idea why. Doctors have no idea what caused it, but it was a doozy. The cardiologist who has been looking after me, after reviewing my entire medical history imformed me with what seemed like more than a little annoyance to me, that I am going to live forever. When I asked him why he told me that he could count at least 10 different instances over the course of my lifetime where I should have absolutely one hundred percent been dead and yet here I am, still. So apparently, I'm like luggage. You keep that **** forever. I am sure my husband will be thrilled.

I have to tell you guys, when the law first came out saying texting while driving was illegal I was shocked. Shocked that anybody would actually be foolish enough to text and drive. I found out today first hand that not only are people foolish enough, the laws are not stringent enough. This blog is going to be graphic and it does not have a happy ending. If you have lost anyone to a vehicle accident, I do not recommend you read it. I am writing it because I want you to know from someone who has seen what can happen and also because I need to unburden myself of what happened today and writing is the only way I know how.

I had an appointment with my head doctor/torturer today for another round of "Maintenance" I wasn't feeling great on the way home. I never do, but I have hours before I am to the point where I have to lie down or anything. There was a white car in front of me. I was behind by about two car lengths. All of a sudden a red SUV blew a stop sign at the corner of 6 and 2nd line. He didn't even slow down and he plowed directly into a pickup truck. I know the speed was high because the SUV pushed the truck off of 6 and onto a lawn. The white car in front of me performed some of the most impressive defensive driving I have ever witnessed, but then he just kept going.

I pulled my car off the road as far as I could and ran to the pickup. I knew as soon as I got there the man was dead. He was an elderly man, about 70 I guess. I climbed on the step and stuck my upper body in through the broken window. I tried speaking to him and got no responce. I checked for a carotid pulse and there was nothing. It wasn't until then that I noticed the brain matter all over the cab. I got 911 as I was running to the SUV. I told the 911 operator where we were and what I had just done and told her I was now with the SUV driver. He was pinned in the vehicle by the steering column. He had a compound fracture to his right leg and his left foot was turned pretty close to backwards. The driver was 20 years old. He was absolutely losing his mind. He kept screaming I can't move my legs. He was whipping his head from side to side. I reached in and took his head on either side and told him to look at me. I asked him his name. His name is Mike. I said Mike, I know you can't move your legs, and I know you are scared but tell me can you feel if they hurt. He tried to calm himself a bit and said yes they hurt so bad. I kept looking in his eyes and told him that his legs were pinned under the steering column and that's why he couldn't move them. I told him he needed to be still as he could so I could tell 911. I told the operator that he was responsive, had a compound right leg fracture, his left ankle was broken, but there were no other injuries visable. I also told them i had reached inside the vehicle and turned the ignition off because the vehicle was leaking fuel. The SUV wasn't running, but I felt better with the ignition off. They told me to stay until the police got there which I would have done anyway, but I guess they are supposed to say that. I turned back to look at the truck and some **** had a cell phone out and was taking pictures of the dead man. His head was busted open like a melon and she was taking pictures. I ran back to the truck, knocked the phone out of her hand and took my shirt off and put it over the mans head. I just really needed for him to be covered and it was all that I had. I picked up her phone and then went back to the kid in the car. A petro Canada tanker had pulled over and he came to see if he could help. I asked him if he had anything for fuel leaks in his truck. They are supposed to carry it and he did. I asked if he would put some under the SUV because the fuel was a concern. He did that and then he said he'd try and direct traffic until the cops came. I told him to keep everyone away from the pickup if he could. Two more truck drivers came along and they also helped. They were great. They kept traffic moving and didn't let people pull over to stare. I stayed with Mike. He grabbed my hand when I went back to the SUV and just kept saying please don't leave me here, please don't leave me here over and over and over again. I told him I wouldn't. I told him to keep talking to me. I told him it was important that he try and be still. He was scared and in a hell of a lot of pain. I was worried he might have a neck injury is all. The police were first on scene followed very quickly by two ambulances and finally fire rescue. One of the officers came over to me and got a quick synopsis of the entire thing. He said I needed to give a statement. I nodded and said as soon as they get Mike here out I will. I held his hand until fire rescue was ready and then I went with the cop. He asked me about my shirt and I remembered about the lady with the camera. I handed it to him and told him why my shirt had ended up where it had. I asked him if he could charge herwith anything. He said no but he wished he could. I asked him if he could at least make her delete the pictures and right in front of me he erased them himself. He asked me if I was injured. I was confused. I said no and he asked if I was sure. No I'm not injured I assured him, why. I had blood all over my arms that was why. I hadn't noticed until then.I gave my statement and he asked me if the kid had said anything about a cell phone. I nodded. He asked me to get it out of the backseat for him I told him I would call whoever he wanted but there was no way I was going to be able to get in to get it. Why I asked the officer. It had not crossed my mind that the cell phone was important. It didn't even fizz on my brain that the cell was opened in the back seat. It was a keyboard phone, the one like my son has where you slide the keyboard open. As soon as I asked the officer why he wanted to know about the phone I realized why he wanted to know. The phone was opened because the kid had been texting. He confirmed that it looked like that was the case.

So, let us recap. Because someone was texting while driving, there is a person dead and another person who could in all reality be going to jail for six years. As long as he doesn't have any internal injuries that kill him first.

As for myself, it is going to be a very long time before I forget what I saw today. My heart is broken for that mans family, and for everyone else involved. I also realized that just when I think that humans cannot disgust me any more than they already do, some ass sees a horrific accident, evades and then just keeps going and some sick **** comes along and tries to take photos of a dead man withhis head all over the inside of a truck cab. I wonder what she was going to do with them. Frame em? Maybe send them with her kid for show and tell at school. What the hell is wrong with people?

Hey everybody. Long time no blog. I'm sorry I've been away for so long. It is unfortunate that real life, or lack of one gets in the way sometimes.

I purchased and beat Halo Reach. It is to date the shortest single player campaign I have ever played. Even though I was not surprised, I was annoyed that it was so. I beat the game in just under 8 hours. Which is pathetic. The only saving grace for this one is I purchased the CE and the stuff that came with the game made me happy I'd purchased it. That and the fact that Christopher and his friends are having much fun with it.

I think the end of single player games may be at hand. Of course I don't mean entirely, but for those of us who only like to play single player or the almost non existent two player co-op, gaming as we know it is over. That my friends, really really pisses me off.

I have been excitedly waiting for Batman: Arkham City updates.Then I discovered something that made me angry to the point of snarling. Co-op. Batman: Arkham City now has Co-op. Why,for the love of sanity why must every single game franchise that I am interested in be infected with multiplayer? Save the damn multiplayer crap for the MMORPGS. Myself and Dan (johnsteed7) cannot possibly be the only two people on the planet that DO NOT WANT!! I want to play MY games. I don't want to have to play with someone else in order to extend the length of the game. It is unfair, unnecessary and ANNOYING.

I don't recall what the main coffee franchise in the US is although starbucks comes to mind. In Canada we have Tim Hortons. Tim Hortons has great coffee and not bad donuts. They aren't like Krispy Kreme or anything but not bad. Strange thing about Tim Hortons. You apparently have to have an IQ roughly equal to your age in order to work there. I order the same thing every single time I go there. If it is morning I get an onion bagel with butter and plain cream cheese heated not toasted because I despise all things toast. With that I get a large coffee with 4 cream and 3 sugar. If it is after 10am I get the coffee and an apple cinnamon donut. No deviations. Not ever. Now, I realize I am not the most patient or understanding person in the world. I tried to take that into account the first two or three times they messed up my coffee. Do you have any idea how much it sucks to expect a decently warm but not hot and very sweet sip of something and to get a burning hot and completely sugar free sip in its place? Like I said, the first couple of times, I had a sort of sense of humour about it. I simply took it back inside and got it fixed. Then the day came wihen they started messing up the bagels. The first time I got it toasted. I will not eat toasted bread. I took it back in and got a new one. The very next day I got herb and garlic cream cheese which I also will not ingest. I took it back inside and got a new one. I had less ofa sense of humour. The third time, I actually got a raisin cinnamonbagel with herb and garlic cream cheese and completely cold. I was not even remotely amused at this point. I honestly was starting to think they were just messing with me. Yesterday I got a regular coffee and some blueberry donut thing. I went inside and threw the donut thing at one of the workers. (Yes, I really did.) I am aware that is probably not the most mature thing to do but dammit, this is getting to the point ofbeing ridiculous. I demanded a manager. I got one. I explained the entire situation from beginning to end and do you know what she said? Well, these things happen. I was actually speechless. Then, the gentleman who was standing behind me and who had watched me pelt someone with a donut spoke up and said "wow, I thought it wasjust me that happened to." I turned around and yelled into the store, who else has had their orders screwed up on a regular basis? Four hands went into the air. I turned back to the manager and told her to tell them all that these things happen. So in total there were six of us at that moment that had major complaints. I ended up with a 10 dollarTim Card and so did the other five people which is great, but doesn't really address the problem. The fact that the manager was so flippant about it also blows my mind. The crappy part is that there is no other place to go for coffee in Waterford. That seems to be the crux of the problem. I think that Tim Hortons thinks that they have us by the curlies because there isn't anywhere else to go. I wrote a letter totheir head office last nigh tand I suggested that those other 5 people do the same. I hope they do because I really like apple cinnamon donuts.

Hey everybody. I just wanted to drop a quick note and let you know I am still around. I'm having some problems domestically right now, so I read a lot but I'm not talking so much right now. I'll blog once it gets resolved one way or the other.

I hope everyone is ok. Has anybody talked to Scott? I can't even get him on the phone.

I'll be back, I promise, I just don't have much good to talk about right now.

I got my televisions calibrated today. Corey called me at 9:25am to tell me he'd be here at about 10:45am. He called me at 10:30 to tell me he was running late (the bridge went up at the Welland canal) so he said 11:30. At 11:25 he called me to tell me he was at the funeral home in Waterford. Main St Waterford. It happens to everyone. Nobody for some reason can understand that my address is Main Street Rockford, Waterford, Ont. So he's like "um, should I be going South or North. So I said, go South to Blue line, veer left, turn left on 11, cross county rd 5, villa nova road and just past that you will see a sign that says Rockford. Main St Rockford is just past the sign. Turn Right and I'm the first house. He says Ok. At 11:45 he calls and says is Oakland anywhere near you and I start to laugh because Corey just went North instead of South. I tell him this. He's like, hang on i will google you. I'm like but we just met and he starts to laugh. He googles. I've never googled Rockford so I google. I have more information because he gets Rockford Il. I google Rockford On, Townsend Twnshp and I get a map to my villiage. I tell him that obviously I have far superior googling skills. He concedes and I give him the address to pull up Mr. Map. He gets here at 12:00pm.

While I was waiting i discovered that on the other end of Main St Rockford besides a Dairy farm there is a cemetery with 72 stones from the 1800's. None of the people in said cemetery are over the age of 17 years. Most of the people were only months old when they died. I decide that after Calibration dude leaves I must go see this cemetery. 17 years I have lived here and I had no idea. The things you learn when you google.

So Corey finally gets here and I tease him unmercifully because he has a worse sense of direction than I do which I didn't actually think was possible. I have never googled worst sense of direction on the planet because I was sure there was a bad picture of me there. Anyway, Corey calibrates the new tv's. Then he calibrated every console in the house. Then he calibrated the old TV. I like Corey. He is an awesome guy. He played with Brute, He saw Bruno when he waspulling in, so he went and played with him as well. no fear what so ever, just hey big boy, wanna catch your ball. I told him not to throw it, or he'd be playing ball for the next hour, but he threw it. I offered him money for calibrating everything else in the house and do you know he wasn't going to take it? Seriously. All he wanted was my tags on the 360 and the PS3. So , I gave them and then gave him a hundred bucks. I told him he had to take it or I'd feel bad. He finally did. He told me that he was going to add me when he got home. He told me about all the televisions he 's calibrated and I'm the first woman gamer he's ever met. I wasn't really that surprised. He gave me his card, his cell phone number and his home phone number and told me to call him if I had any questions or I thought the televisions didn't look right or anything. He must have a huge clientele with service like that.

My televisions look so freaking awesome. Everything looks sofreaking awesome. I am so happy. So very happy.