Goin' on a trip. Sadly.

Well, for the last week and a bit, my PC at work was fucked.  We don't have XP disks because the boss had hired someone to upgrade the stuff for him.  I'm beginning to doubt the, umm, authenticity of the software used.  *cough*  So basically, no messaging software at all works on my PC and I can't stream anything worth a shit.  Thus, no site chat  :(

On a less pleasant note, I'll be flying out to Vancouver on Saturday for about a week.  Why less pleasant?  Well, I'm told my grandfather has leukemia and the rest of my family is basically ready to bury the poor guy.  Fuckers.  So I'm heading out.  I'm hoping to get my ass kicked at a few games of cribbage.  My family is known for it's penchant to over-exagerate things, but I'm not willing to take that chance.  I'm not holding out my hope that' it'll be a pleasant trip though, in the odd chance that they're not being overly dramatic about how sick he is.

I haven't seen my grandfather in about 5 years, ever since he moved out to BC.  I've never had the time and money to be able to go before now.  Technically I still don't, but I'm extremely lucky in that my boss feels that family is very important and gave me the time off and bought my plane ticket there and back.  If I didn't already believe that I worked for the greatest company, I sure do now. 

I was very close to my grandfather growing up.  He and I used to go out to the gun club twice a week, where he taught me to shoot.  He helped me practice for many competitions, driving me all over Ontario in the process.   When I joined the military, he didnt think I'd take very well to military structure and discipline, being sarcastic and outspoken, but he was the first to tell me that he was proud to see me finish my basic training.   This was all in my pre-injury days, when I still aspired to go to military college. 

Well, now I'm flying out to finally see my grandfather, and not for the best of reasons.  I'm really hoping that he's doing better than my aunt says he is, but if he's not, well, maybe it's just as important that he knows that at least to someone he'll always be remembered as he was back when I was only 12-15. 

and, on top of that, I hate flying.  If someone even so much as sneezes and it sounds like Allah, I'm punching the fucker in the throat.  And if I see a bottle of anything, it's going to be used as a supository. 

Well, that's my week so far.  Take care all, and I hope to chat with y'all soon.

Plato