My current reality is that I have a sleeping problem. Some people call it insomnia and others call it a “busy mind”, or “monkey mind”. Well I have been working relentlessly to train my “monkey mind”. I thought it was funny I would begin this way because it has this seriousness to it but at the same time I can have this not so serious photo of a monkey as my introduction.
Why this monkey you may ask?
Well, the expression being shown, I can relate to.
Me when I can’t sleep…
I am going to start this off by saying how fortunate I have been with employment in my life, and this is another blessing that has come my way. I worked for months on end as a groundsman and apprentice tree climber for a wonderful company called Tree Service Nanaimo. These guys treated me like I was a journeyman! Certfied ISA arborists who would look at the rookie with the intentions of helping him grow, not making him feel like he is a mouse and they are raccoons (cause I have worked in trades where that is the theme).
This opportunity taught me a lot about safety, a lot about specific tree removal procedures and services, and let me tell you something guys, that stuff is no joke; nothing but hard work as a groundsman! The only break I felt I had was when I was forced to walk the falling lines where there was no chance the debris would hit me, and once it was grounded I would be the one to haul it away! This doesn’t sound like the greatest gig does it? One thing that it really was was an honor to work with Tree Service Nanaimo. Ivan and his team of arborists made me feel at home and even though my stay was short I would recommend working in the tree service industry as long as you can find a company that is willing to treat you right.
Let me be clear when I say that the back breaking work that comes along with the job does have it’s perks, I lost twenty pounds! I managed to completely reshape my body in a very short period of time, but without the positive atmosphere I was put into, I seriously doubt that would have been possible.
Today I was thinking I would hop onto my laptop and begin sharing a unique story of when I was working for a company called Tree Service Nanaimo on Vancouver Island. Things definitely do change, my story was going to begin with the taxing jobs of a groundsman but then I realized I wanted to spice things up a notch.
Hoping my readers enjoyed my last post, some would see it as a little out of character for me, but the reality of it is that I have grown a lot since the last time I shared my words.
I really hope I haven’t!
What touch did I have though? My writing style is simple and I am just here to merely share and entertain those who wish to read further… Yes, this blog is for me to look back on and use as a tool for expressing myself honestly and such, but these words are for you as well! It has been some time and I happily followed the impulse to write today, which brings me here to share a story about Mt. Baker, in Vancouver, British Columbia.
I am ready to share an epic story of the time I went for a weekend trip to Whistler Blackcomb. Man was this trip ever exhilarating, and if you have read some of my past posts you would know I have a knack for getting in trouble on a snowmobile. It all started with a Monster Energy Drink… I had the jitters for hours and I had no way to release that energy for a number of them; of course it all bottled up and I found my way down a slope on a monster that had 650CC’s of raw power, (the daredevil in me definitely came out again). This was long after my accident and this time I didn’t plan on going off a jump blindly. Instead, I took the rush to the power of this engine, going down a slope at around 80km/hr with my balaclava barely protecting me from the wind that was hitting my face. What a rush!
Can you imagine this view? Experiencing something like this? This photo blows my mind.
I’m working on this 96′ Honda Civic, the guy who brought it in has tuned this thing to a T. It really blows my mind how much money he has put into it, some people have there picks and I’ve grown to understand that. I am an old truck kind of guy, love my old GMC’s and old Chevy’s; I could go on for hours about how much I love the old 48′ Chevy pickup.
Replaced the rad, hoses, and power steering lines on this little thing, was finishing balancing the car out and I get a phone call from my cousin Zo. Now I haven’t spoken with Zo in some time, the man is a genius and it was great hearing from him. He’s got a little guy, nine years old, and he’s talking about filling the house up with a couple more little ones. I’m looking forward to having kids, but I still think I got a long ways to go financially. When I have my daughter or son I hope to be a position where money simply isn’t an issue, to be in a state where the cost of something doesn’t cross my mind twice, (needed expenses only). Talking with Zo about kids was quite lifting, he owns a window and gutter cleaning company called Glass Guys Window And Gutter Cleaning, the amount of business that man generates has him booked almost three weeks in advance; all throughout the year.
For him to be taking such good care of his son, managing the company, employees, doing estimates, and renovating his basement while still maintaining a healthy relationship has my mind running in circles… How is that for being an expert in efficiency? I’ve read some reviews on his company website along with hearing through the grapevine that his company is top-notch; I’m very proud of him.
Now before this phone call I was in such focus, I’ve been thinking a lot about my career choice, and the amount of solitude I put myself through, well, I’m not sure if it’s the healthiest choice. Who knows, maybe this dating thing might work out!
Little bit of a surprise happened earlier this week and I thought I would pop in to tell you all a little bit of a crazy story. This one doesn’t involve dirt bikes, cars, or snowmobiles but it does involve planes!
Me and a very close friend of mine made the decision too jump out of a plane. Yes, you read correctly, jump out of a plane. Now what gave us the crazy idea? Well if you haven’t already noticed, I definitely do have a little bit of daredevil running through my veins; I get stimulated by adrenaline to say the least. Last time I was in Las Vegas I went on something called “The Big Shot”, too many times to count really. This thing basically slingshots you in the air and when your at the very peak your 1200ft above ground; this is a rush.
I highly encourage my readers to take the tour to Las Vegas, what a memorable experience (from what I can remember…)
This get’s back to my story of ‘The Jump’ :
I have more dirt biking stories than I care to remember… Spent a lot of my youth exploring the back roads and having a great time ducking and dodging throughout the trails that had little to no life on them. Hurting people on the trails wasn’t an issue (crashing into them) and thankfully I never came across any wild animals either. The trails were basically abandoned from what I could tell, every single time I was out there you could hear birds chirping and that was about it. I would floor it down these trails, sometimes I would just see branches a couple feet before they were right in front of me; this is what I meant by ducking and dodging.
Some memories just won’t leave my head; I had a couple severe wipe outs along with some memorable victories when it came to speed, coordination, balance, and timing. In fact I think it was riding on these back roads and testing mine and my bikes limits on a number of different jumps that inspired me to begin practicing tricks on an old BMX that I picked up from a local market.
Oh man oh man do I have stories about this old kit of mine… I no longer have her in my possession but I am sure who ever has her is taking good care of her. Yes, I am talking about my beautiful old GMC… I worked for a drain service company living in Brentwood Bay, British Columbia, Canada. The owner of the company owned this truck before me and I ended up snagging it from him for overtime hours! Blessed I am, this old beaut got me to music festivals, family gatherings, dates, paintball competitions, and so much more… Do you have a vehicle that brings back memories like the ones flowing through my brain right now? The amount of flashbacks I am having is absolutely insane, I knew starting this blog would be a good idea!
Oh boy did I crush my leg! I have a strong passion for snowmobiling as the art itself is so hard to master and putting in your own little twist is even more of a challenge. Accidents happen and one that I won’t forget happened in the nineties…. Definitely did not expect to be rushed to ER that day but hey, sometimes God throws you curve balls and you just have to run with it right?