Six days to go...

For some reason people keep asking me if I am nervous. Really!!?? If I had not thought through this by now I think I would be a little whooped. Excited, sure! But nervous? Like what is she going to say? “I don’t?”… Guess it’s happened before but still! I’m hoping we are little more balanced than that.
Speaking of nicely balanced. Saturday was going to be our day to get a whole bunch of loose ends tied up. We were on the road down to Michaels (the craft and décor place) and actually discussing rings and Erika looked down at her ring and then said a bad word (don’t judge it was a pretty intense moment) The diamond in her ring was gone.
Boy did those next few minutes suck. The sucker was gone! She clearly remembers having it on the couch. But when we left she ran between the truck and the house like five different times because we kept on forgetting things. We scoured the truck and the house but to no avail. So we are assuming it is outside in the snow some place.
So we did do some wedding stuff, but it was shopping for a new engagement ring. Something I was sure I would never have to do again. I hate jewelry stores every sales person has on the most gaudy and butt ugly rings you could possible imagine so when you say you are looking for something real simple and in said price range they are less than enthusiastic. I may not be a millionaire but this is still one of the biggest single expenses I’ll have for even a few years, AGAIN!!! give me a break if I don’t blow my entire years salary!! Most places we went to figured we should be going somewhere else to have the ring fixed. The problem was because the forks were bent it would have cost just about the same and we were pretty distrustful of the ring as it had already broke once. So finally we found a lady who would help us and was actually quite nice if not the most annoying person you have ever met in your life. (Maybe it was our stress level though, who’s to say?) Anyway and we got a ring that was comparable in quality and style and such (actually it may be a touch nicer but we got a real steal of a deal on it! Sorry girls, I’m a guy, still an important factor for me). God was pretty cool and provided some cash flow just the day before this all happened, I was planning on using it for a few nice surprises but such is life. Anyway catastrophe averted. I guess catastrophe is a pretty major word. If this is the worst thing that goes wrong I think we are doing all right.
Well Kids Love ya lots.
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For Sarah

Ok this is in response to Sarah’s comments on Dave’s Blog about my hermit Crabs. They are dead unfortunately. But for the record it was not for lack of trying. I loved those little rascals. The unfortunate thing was they had a bit of a love triangle going on. Gommer (aptly named as she was the only female amongst two males) would ride on the back of Bruce Almightily – Kung-fu-Master one day then jump all over Bilidad the next. This caused a few minor scuffles and as you could imagine Bruce almost always come out on top, he’s not the kung-fu-master for nothing.
Then one day Gommer went missing, I assumed she had buried herself to molt as hermit crabs do so I sequestered the other two so they wouldn’t go all Hannibal on her crusty butt. She came out all pink and shinny and she seemed to be doing fine which was a minor miracle because molting is supposedly the most dangerous time for these little cuties.
So once her skin was hardened I welcomed the other two back, unfortunately this caused a new territory war and renewed scuffles over Gommer. Both were taking their licks pretty bad. Then one day I came home and it would seem in a final battle they had played tug o’ war with Gommer and she came out the looser as in the looser of both her major claws, she did not last long after that.
Consumed by what I assume was guilt. Bilidad stopped eating and hid under his rock for days on end. I even enticed him with peanut butter on popped corn their favorite meal but to no avail he would not eat and one day I came home to see him upside-down on top of his rock and dead.
Good ol’ Brucy seemed to be doing well and became more active but it would seem he too became overcome by his deplorable behavior, filled his burrow (under the water dish) with water and allowed himself to drown in it. So ended the tragedy of the hermies.
I need to point out Bruce and Bill got along just fine when Gommer was not present and really only fought when she played them both in the same day. I think you see my point.
Those crabs were still the coolest birthday present I have had for a very long time though, and I look forward to getting some new ones once my own living situation is a little more stable.
Sorry Sarah should have kept updated. Anyway kids catch ya latter.
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Random 5

Apparently I’m a little slow on the uptake but I gotcha now. I’m “pinch typing” for Brother Dave on this whole “tag” deal. So am I supposed to write five random things about me? Or about him? Lets start with him.

1. Dave flares his nostrils when he lies something Jen had to point out to us, and it is very true. Looks like his professional poker tour is over sory.

2. Dave has a habit of following my footsteps before I get there so it actually looks like I’m following him, though this is not true. Example I wanted to go to CLBI since grade seven, Dave not so much. However after three years of university he up and decides to go to CLBI the year before me. Again me; knew I was going to be a pastor since grade nine, Dave aimed a dozen different vocational directions all the way until the last year of his university career (seven years to get a four year education degree) then decides to enter seminary the year before I get on the “pastor track” . Ok true he is going in for the Alliance thing and I suppose its more God’s fault for calling him at such a time than it is his but whatever I’m not bitter.

3. Dave also had a nasty habit of sucking the juice out of pickles then putting them with cheese and crackers and giving them to his dear and unsuspecting siblings.

4. Dave has a hole in the roof of his mouth that he sucks on when he is thinking or bored or just plain wants to annoy someone that makes a weird squeaking sound like a mouse.

5. Last random thing about Dave though its not so random and more so incredibly impressive. He has more patience than just about anyone I know. Hence how he put up with me for many many years and helped me out of many jams. Where I would normally loose it, or knock someone out he would just take it in stride and get his revenge in some quiet and unsuspecting manner, like peeing all over my bed. Ok bad example, but he is an incredibly level and steady type guy even if I did manage to ruffle some feathers from time to time. But as far as I was concerned he needed that excitement in his life. Now the new excitement in his life with be his darling daughter Ava I’m sure that patience will come in very handy and make him a grade A father.

Anyway that’s Dave I’ll do mine some other time and tag the next unsuspecting soul then. Love ya guys
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Uncle Tim

Something funny happened to me a few months ago. I became an uncle. I am uncle Tim to three hyper little rascals. This is loads of fun and I love them to bits how could I not they are supper cute, and a ton of fun. Especially when Graydon (the youngest one with the blond hair) screams “NAK-A-BO!!!” (naked boy) and transforms into his superhero alter-ego by the same name stripping off his clothing and running around with his hands over his head yelling “Nak-a-bo!” over and over again.
But as of yesterday I am a now officially an uncle to the newest addition to the Dolsky family Ava Kathleen Dolsky weighing in at six pounds and fourteen ounces. I’m pretty psyched and can’t wait to get to know her tinny little quirks. I know it’s kinda dastardly to post about her before her proud new mommy and daddy do but they will probably have better things to do for a while. She’s a peach aint she!!
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