I changed my facebook status last night to reflect what I thought was a huge tragedy unfolding in the world of professional wrestling, the murder of Canadian wrestling sensation Chris Benoit. The Canadian Crippler was found dead in his suburban Atlanta home along with his wife and 7 year old son. The WWE cancelled their live "RAW" show and had a tribute to Benoit.
It was shortly there after that word started to leak out about the murder being a possible murder-suicide, when I received a comment from Laural Dawn about this situation - she remembered that I still get a kick out of the soap opera that is professional wrestling. As I prepared my witty reply, more word came down that it was almost 100% a murder-suicide and that Chris had been intimidating his wife after she filed for divorce. The thought that someone could hit a woman, let alone harm a child repulses me. I had this image of Chris as being a model citizen. I mean all the wrestlers that spoke about his death said so. They pointed out that he was all about respect and tried to instill that into the young wrestlers that came into the WWE and also with his son.
Say it aint so.
But now it looks like it is. And that leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth.
Those who read my ramblings know that I cannot stand those peoplewho commit suicide but take others with them. I feel they are cowards. I have NO respect for these people. I understand you are having a tough time... too much drugs, maybe, and you feel you would be better off this earth, then go ahead. Please. Just do it along and don't be messy. Others have to deal with the crap you leave behind.
So I took off the Chris Benoit RIP tag and my image of this guy has gone from star to loser. I'll reserve truer feelings once the autopsy comes it. Chris... your own son, Chris. Damn!
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Fuck you theif
This post is dedicated to the theif who took UrbanMummy's purse while we were with the kids at the Family Pride day on Saturday. This low-life snuck up behind me while I was feeding the Weed watermelon, and swiped it from in a pile of related kid stuff right beside me. We cancelled our credit card, and managed to recover 1 gift card, but gone are numerous gift cards, driver's license, health cards for UM, for the Happy Boy and for the Weed, as well as tons of receipts, and the sort. I hope you try and use the credit card and they call the police. I'd love to find out who you are and press charges. It's maggots like you that give this beautiful city a bad name. You need the money (there was none in the purse) or information so badly, try getting a job and earning it yourself. Asshole. Grrrrrrr.
Vesa Toskela - Welcome to Toronto!! Your 26-10 record and 2.35 GAA is most welcome. I can breathe easier knowing that once Andrew Raycroft falters, you will be there to pick up the reins and go. I give the team 5 games before you are the starter.
Belinda Stronach... I'm sorry for all the mean things that I said about you for changing from the Conservatives to the Liberals in order to take over a cabinet position. I hope your battle with breast cancer is a successful one. I wish you a speedy recovery!
I'm a big supporter of Toronto's sports teams, I like them all, especially the Raptors and Jays, but I'm having some doubts about the Jays management this year. For example, the Jays made a very few off-season signings, Tomo Okha, John Thomson and Frank Thomas. The Jays have released Okha and Thomson already. Busts. Thomas... 39 years old. Not the player he was last year. I have my doubts, but I think all the off-season moves to make the Jays better have failed, and considering the fiasco with closer B.J. Ryan's sore "back" requiring Tommy John ligament replacement in his elbow, I think it's time for J.P. Riccardi to go. The franchise will go on without his 5 year (7 year) plan. Bye bye, JP.
A judge on Monday ruled in favour of a dry cleaner that was sued for US$54 million over a missing pair of pants in a case that garnered international attention and renewed calls for litigation reform. I think the lawyer who sued the dry cleaner needs to have his license revoked. Do lawyers really want this guy representing their profession? Why can't the dry cleaner sue him for making a clearly obvious inflated claim. Another asshole. I wonder if this clown stole UM's purse? Hmmmm.
Speaking still of assholes...
An image and message of kidnapped Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit released on the website of the military wing of the Hamas movement, the Ezzedine al-Qassam Brigades, on the first anniversary of his capture.
I love the hypocricy that is the United Nations. Let's blame Israel, let's blame Israel. It's been a year since Hamas kidnapped an Israeli soldier and have refised to give him back. They want like 1000 terrorists, er, prisioners returned to them. I got an idea, Hamas, give back the soldiers, turn your reign over to Fatah and let them work out a peace accord with the Israeli's and the UN, and, oh, that does mean stop firing rockets into Israel. Funny how that is not top news, that rockets get fired in every day, but when Israel does it, it's front page news.
But that is another story...
Vesa Toskela - Welcome to Toronto!! Your 26-10 record and 2.35 GAA is most welcome. I can breathe easier knowing that once Andrew Raycroft falters, you will be there to pick up the reins and go. I give the team 5 games before you are the starter.
Belinda Stronach... I'm sorry for all the mean things that I said about you for changing from the Conservatives to the Liberals in order to take over a cabinet position. I hope your battle with breast cancer is a successful one. I wish you a speedy recovery!
I'm a big supporter of Toronto's sports teams, I like them all, especially the Raptors and Jays, but I'm having some doubts about the Jays management this year. For example, the Jays made a very few off-season signings, Tomo Okha, John Thomson and Frank Thomas. The Jays have released Okha and Thomson already. Busts. Thomas... 39 years old. Not the player he was last year. I have my doubts, but I think all the off-season moves to make the Jays better have failed, and considering the fiasco with closer B.J. Ryan's sore "back" requiring Tommy John ligament replacement in his elbow, I think it's time for J.P. Riccardi to go. The franchise will go on without his 5 year (7 year) plan. Bye bye, JP.
A judge on Monday ruled in favour of a dry cleaner that was sued for US$54 million over a missing pair of pants in a case that garnered international attention and renewed calls for litigation reform. I think the lawyer who sued the dry cleaner needs to have his license revoked. Do lawyers really want this guy representing their profession? Why can't the dry cleaner sue him for making a clearly obvious inflated claim. Another asshole. I wonder if this clown stole UM's purse? Hmmmm.
Speaking still of assholes...
An image and message of kidnapped Israeli soldier Gilad Shalit released on the website of the military wing of the Hamas movement, the Ezzedine al-Qassam Brigades, on the first anniversary of his capture.
I love the hypocricy that is the United Nations. Let's blame Israel, let's blame Israel. It's been a year since Hamas kidnapped an Israeli soldier and have refised to give him back. They want like 1000 terrorists, er, prisioners returned to them. I got an idea, Hamas, give back the soldiers, turn your reign over to Fatah and let them work out a peace accord with the Israeli's and the UN, and, oh, that does mean stop firing rockets into Israel. Funny how that is not top news, that rockets get fired in every day, but when Israel does it, it's front page news.
But that is another story...
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Knocking in the night
11:30pm.
I hear a door open quietly, then close, followed by the pitter patter of little feet, then the sound of someone knocking on a door. It was the Happy Boy. He was hungry. He left his room - quietly opening the door, then quietly closing it (I guess in case we came by his room we'd think he was still in there, or maybe so we wont see the mess - nonetheless, it's really cute). Walked slowly and quietly towards our room (we keep our doors closed so the crying baby wont wake the Happy Boy up) and knocked, and knocked, and knocked until I heard him from the basement.
I called his name, met him at the top of the stairs and he sat on my lap, head in hands and just sighed, said nothing, but sigh. He was very sleepy, I thought he was going to fall back asleep right in my arms. Instead he perked up when I asked him if he was hungry. He said he wanted "cottage cheese". Yup. Cottage cheese. So I took him to the kitchen, gave him cottage cheese and milk and after 15 minutes took him back to his bed where he slept like a (baby - but not our baby).
Cutie.
I hear a door open quietly, then close, followed by the pitter patter of little feet, then the sound of someone knocking on a door. It was the Happy Boy. He was hungry. He left his room - quietly opening the door, then quietly closing it (I guess in case we came by his room we'd think he was still in there, or maybe so we wont see the mess - nonetheless, it's really cute). Walked slowly and quietly towards our room (we keep our doors closed so the crying baby wont wake the Happy Boy up) and knocked, and knocked, and knocked until I heard him from the basement.
I called his name, met him at the top of the stairs and he sat on my lap, head in hands and just sighed, said nothing, but sigh. He was very sleepy, I thought he was going to fall back asleep right in my arms. Instead he perked up when I asked him if he was hungry. He said he wanted "cottage cheese". Yup. Cottage cheese. So I took him to the kitchen, gave him cottage cheese and milk and after 15 minutes took him back to his bed where he slept like a (baby - but not our baby).
Cutie.
It's about time!!!
Imagine starting your day at 6:30am, starting work at 8am, working until 5-5:30, coming home for a nice dinner with your family (thanks hun), getting the kids ready for bath and bed, then at 8-9pm, juggling housework, spouse time, and school. Crazy, huh? I get asked all the time how I do it.
Well I do it because I have to... I want to.
But the real problem I have is with this issue... The herniated disk in my back.
With all that is going on around me I have little time to tend to my back exercises and stretches, and since my employer (6 months later) has not provided me with my ergonomic needs, I spend every other day in pain. I stopped taking meds a long time ago - I'd rather be a whiner than a druggie.
So over the past 6 months I have witnessed my ever expanding waistline as I work on my core, and abs, and I see the fat being replaced by muscle (still covered in fat though) and all my clothes are getting tight on me. I can stretch, and do very few exercises, like walking, but even that hurts some days. UGH.
The whole thing, excuse my expression, fucking sucks!
I was caught offguard at my last physiotherapy appointment when my therapist told me that I should be stepping up my stretchng and do actual exercising because of my advancement. I can work on my abs, legs and now arms too. She taught me how to work my superficial abs, which is also called the 6-pack, and that makes me happy because I'm a superficial guy, eh UM?
I look forward to setting aside lots of time to exercise. Shit. When would that be? Hmmmmm. Oh, I know, in July after my two present MBA classes end and before my last two begin to work out like a fiend and show the wife that hot bod that she has heard stories about and saw, well, before kids.
I just can't seem to lose that pregnancy weight. Damn.
Pass the rice cakes please/
Well I do it because I have to... I want to.
But the real problem I have is with this issue... The herniated disk in my back.
With all that is going on around me I have little time to tend to my back exercises and stretches, and since my employer (6 months later) has not provided me with my ergonomic needs, I spend every other day in pain. I stopped taking meds a long time ago - I'd rather be a whiner than a druggie.
So over the past 6 months I have witnessed my ever expanding waistline as I work on my core, and abs, and I see the fat being replaced by muscle (still covered in fat though) and all my clothes are getting tight on me. I can stretch, and do very few exercises, like walking, but even that hurts some days. UGH.
The whole thing, excuse my expression, fucking sucks!
I was caught offguard at my last physiotherapy appointment when my therapist told me that I should be stepping up my stretchng and do actual exercising because of my advancement. I can work on my abs, legs and now arms too. She taught me how to work my superficial abs, which is also called the 6-pack, and that makes me happy because I'm a superficial guy, eh UM?
I look forward to setting aside lots of time to exercise. Shit. When would that be? Hmmmmm. Oh, I know, in July after my two present MBA classes end and before my last two begin to work out like a fiend and show the wife that hot bod that she has heard stories about and saw, well, before kids.
I just can't seem to lose that pregnancy weight. Damn.
Pass the rice cakes please/
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I've been tagged...
A few days later and I am finally getting to the meme that Laural Dawn tagged me for!!!
Instructions: Remove the blog from the top, move all blogs up one, add yourself to the bottom.
Jersey Mum
Full Plate
Misadventures of Mommy Laural
Urban Daddy
Five people to tag: Urban Mummy, Here Kitty, Kitty, Cheaty Monkey (Haley), The kids are alright (Penelope) and Girl "x".
What were you doing 10 years ago?
Wasting my time up in Richmond Hill, Ontario at my Uncle's office trying to determine whether I could make a go of it selling promotional items or whether I wanted to get a "real" job somewhere in the city and play like a grown-up. I chose the grown-up. I applied for a few jobs, broke up with both of the girls I was "seeing" and started seeing someone else. Time for change. It was a turning point in my life, pre-Urban Mummy.
Five Snacks You Enjoy:
Fresh fruit
Fresh veggies
Ice ream
Mint chocolate anything
Peanuts
Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To:
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
Heaven - Bryan Adams
Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard
Doesn't Really Matter - Platinum Blonde
Standing in the Dark - Platinum Blonde
Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire:
Hire a personal trainer
Travel a lot
Buy vacation properties all around the world
Buy a sports team to run - baseball, lacrosse or hockey
Buy a grand piano and get classically trained
Five bad habits:
Bite my nails
Wasting time surfing the net
Taking on way too many tasks at once
Waiting a week to sift the litter box (sorry dear)
Having to finish food
Five Things You Like To Do:
Gardening
Play sports
Cook
Listen to music
Thumb wrestle with Urban Mummy (although she cheats)
Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:
Anything to which my wife comments, "You are wearing that, in public?"
Cowboy boots
Pink
T-shits with iron-ons
Neon
(honourable mention goes out to - jeans to the office, and buttless chaps)
Instructions: Remove the blog from the top, move all blogs up one, add yourself to the bottom.
Jersey Mum
Full Plate
Misadventures of Mommy Laural
Urban Daddy
Five people to tag: Urban Mummy, Here Kitty, Kitty, Cheaty Monkey (Haley), The kids are alright (Penelope) and Girl "x".
What were you doing 10 years ago?
Wasting my time up in Richmond Hill, Ontario at my Uncle's office trying to determine whether I could make a go of it selling promotional items or whether I wanted to get a "real" job somewhere in the city and play like a grown-up. I chose the grown-up. I applied for a few jobs, broke up with both of the girls I was "seeing" and started seeing someone else. Time for change. It was a turning point in my life, pre-Urban Mummy.
Five Snacks You Enjoy:
Fresh fruit
Fresh veggies
Ice ream
Mint chocolate anything
Peanuts
Five Songs That You Know All The Lyrics To:
Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
Heaven - Bryan Adams
Pour Some Sugar On Me - Def Leppard
Doesn't Really Matter - Platinum Blonde
Standing in the Dark - Platinum Blonde
Five Things You Would Do If You Were a Millionaire:
Hire a personal trainer
Travel a lot
Buy vacation properties all around the world
Buy a sports team to run - baseball, lacrosse or hockey
Buy a grand piano and get classically trained
Five bad habits:
Bite my nails
Wasting time surfing the net
Taking on way too many tasks at once
Waiting a week to sift the litter box (sorry dear)
Having to finish food
Five Things You Like To Do:
Gardening
Play sports
Cook
Listen to music
Thumb wrestle with Urban Mummy (although she cheats)
Five Things You Would Never Wear Again:
Anything to which my wife comments, "You are wearing that, in public?"
Cowboy boots
Pink
T-shits with iron-ons
Neon
(honourable mention goes out to - jeans to the office, and buttless chaps)
Friday, June 08, 2007
I am the worst Daddy in the world...
At least last night I was.
You see, the Happy Boy's bedtime, for the first couple years of his life, was at 7:30pm. Recently, he has decided that he wants to stay up and play, eat, sit on my lap, etc. This has resulted in bed-time being 9pm. Not cool.
So last night, I'm in my Finance class, listening to the professor with my headphone and the Happy Boy is going nuts... wants to sit on my lap, sit under the table, go behind me... So as he tries to go behind me, I hear, barely audible, through by headphones, "excuse me, Daddy", so I go to pull my chair in and drop the back corner right on his foot, catching the last two toes. He screamed, UrbanMummy appears, and I threw off my heat set... No blood, just a scrape. He was not happy. Real tears,
I explained to Urban Mummy what happened and she looked at me and said, "You're lucky you didn't break his toes". Our son then spun towards me and sad, "Daddy, you break it... you break my foot". Nice... Chastised by an almost 2 1/2yr old.
So we got him to bed, he said it was feeling better and he was out the second his head hit the pillow.
End of the story???
Not at all... read on.
So normally in the morning when I am in the kitchen and the Happy Boy wakes up, he tip toes out of his room, comes to the very open staircase, and yells downstairs, "Hi Daddy, Hi, Hi Daddy". I ask him to come downstairs, and he is as happy to see me as I am to see him.
But not this morning.
This morning he came downstairS, walked into the kitchen, right over to me with a very serious look on his face, came right up to me and said this... "Daddy, no put chair on toe again. OK. No hurt Happy Boy. OK. You broke it. Fix it. OK. No hurt Happy Boy.. OK.. OK... OK."
Yikes!
It was an accident. I told him that. I apologized, again. Told him it was an accident... again. I already feel like crap.
I scooped him up and gave him a big hug and kiss.
He smiled at me.
Then he opened his mouth and said, "feels better Daddy".
Awwwwwww.
To think he spent all night worrying about chewing me out this morning to make sure I never do that again. He must have been searching for another family. Geez.
When did the almost 2 1/2 year old grow up?!?
You see, the Happy Boy's bedtime, for the first couple years of his life, was at 7:30pm. Recently, he has decided that he wants to stay up and play, eat, sit on my lap, etc. This has resulted in bed-time being 9pm. Not cool.
So last night, I'm in my Finance class, listening to the professor with my headphone and the Happy Boy is going nuts... wants to sit on my lap, sit under the table, go behind me... So as he tries to go behind me, I hear, barely audible, through by headphones, "excuse me, Daddy", so I go to pull my chair in and drop the back corner right on his foot, catching the last two toes. He screamed, UrbanMummy appears, and I threw off my heat set... No blood, just a scrape. He was not happy. Real tears,
I explained to Urban Mummy what happened and she looked at me and said, "You're lucky you didn't break his toes". Our son then spun towards me and sad, "Daddy, you break it... you break my foot". Nice... Chastised by an almost 2 1/2yr old.
So we got him to bed, he said it was feeling better and he was out the second his head hit the pillow.
End of the story???
Not at all... read on.
So normally in the morning when I am in the kitchen and the Happy Boy wakes up, he tip toes out of his room, comes to the very open staircase, and yells downstairs, "Hi Daddy, Hi, Hi Daddy". I ask him to come downstairs, and he is as happy to see me as I am to see him.
But not this morning.
This morning he came downstairS, walked into the kitchen, right over to me with a very serious look on his face, came right up to me and said this... "Daddy, no put chair on toe again. OK. No hurt Happy Boy. OK. You broke it. Fix it. OK. No hurt Happy Boy.. OK.. OK... OK."
Yikes!
It was an accident. I told him that. I apologized, again. Told him it was an accident... again. I already feel like crap.
I scooped him up and gave him a big hug and kiss.
He smiled at me.
Then he opened his mouth and said, "feels better Daddy".
Awwwwwww.
To think he spent all night worrying about chewing me out this morning to make sure I never do that again. He must have been searching for another family. Geez.
When did the almost 2 1/2 year old grow up?!?
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Happy Birthday UM
June 1st was UrbanMummy's birthday (I wont say what number but she still looks like she's in her 20's and her skin is still super-soft)
So here is what we did for her...
Breakfast - she doesn't eat breakfast first thing in the morning, but I wanted to make sure that when she was hungry that there was food there for her, so I canvassed the team, and as a result, at about 11:30pm I made triple chocolate and raspberry pancakes for her, to be served in the am with a side of fresh berries. Yum.
For gifts, she wound up with some beautiful aquamarine earrings surrounded by itsy-bitsy diamonds (thanks to the Happy Boy for picking the more expensive earrings than the ones we had set out for her), some foot relief cream, massage oil, dark chocolates, fat free potato puffs, and yummy vanilla bath bubbles.
Not a bad haul, eh?
On Friday night, my mother and sister came over for a nice sabbath dinner chalk full of Indian Food from a place called Agra (Yonge and Sheppard). Always yummy.
I think she had fun.
Tonight, while warming up some food in the toaster, my lovely and in this case talented wife managed to set our toaster on fire. Hmmmm. Can I still use it? Good thing we have another. LOL.
Looks like we have major success with the Happy Boy and potty training. It's been days since he has had an accident and he even held his pee for 20 minutes today so we could drive into Burlington and head out. It's gross when he poo's into that mimi-potty, but it's all great. Especially since he empties his pitty into the toilet and flushes it away.
Got my first half class marks for my Finance class. 3 marks, 2 A's and a B. Not bad... Not great either. Have an assignment due this Wednesday.
At the office we are having a large re-organization but refuse to move my computer to my new desk. I might have pursuaded them otherwise, but when I get to the office after SportBall tomorroe, I don't know what to expect. If it's there, I'm happy. If not, it'll be dealt with through managers and possible higher up too. fuckers!
So here is what we did for her...
Breakfast - she doesn't eat breakfast first thing in the morning, but I wanted to make sure that when she was hungry that there was food there for her, so I canvassed the team, and as a result, at about 11:30pm I made triple chocolate and raspberry pancakes for her, to be served in the am with a side of fresh berries. Yum.
For gifts, she wound up with some beautiful aquamarine earrings surrounded by itsy-bitsy diamonds (thanks to the Happy Boy for picking the more expensive earrings than the ones we had set out for her), some foot relief cream, massage oil, dark chocolates, fat free potato puffs, and yummy vanilla bath bubbles.
Not a bad haul, eh?
On Friday night, my mother and sister came over for a nice sabbath dinner chalk full of Indian Food from a place called Agra (Yonge and Sheppard). Always yummy.
I think she had fun.
Tonight, while warming up some food in the toaster, my lovely and in this case talented wife managed to set our toaster on fire. Hmmmm. Can I still use it? Good thing we have another. LOL.
Looks like we have major success with the Happy Boy and potty training. It's been days since he has had an accident and he even held his pee for 20 minutes today so we could drive into Burlington and head out. It's gross when he poo's into that mimi-potty, but it's all great. Especially since he empties his pitty into the toilet and flushes it away.
Got my first half class marks for my Finance class. 3 marks, 2 A's and a B. Not bad... Not great either. Have an assignment due this Wednesday.
At the office we are having a large re-organization but refuse to move my computer to my new desk. I might have pursuaded them otherwise, but when I get to the office after SportBall tomorroe, I don't know what to expect. If it's there, I'm happy. If not, it'll be dealt with through managers and possible higher up too. fuckers!
Friday, June 01, 2007
A change will do you good...
To all my loyal readers, please take note...
I just finished an assignment on "branding" of private label products, such as Wal-Mart's 'Ol Roy dog food which has become the world's most popular dog food. Cool eh?
So what is my point???
Well
I've been re-branded!!!
Come see the new me... the real me... sort of. My new URL is www.urbandaddy.blogspot.com. You will see lots of changes over the next couple weeks and please feel free to let me know if you like them or hate them.
Cheers,
UrbanDaddy.
I just finished an assignment on "branding" of private label products, such as Wal-Mart's 'Ol Roy dog food which has become the world's most popular dog food. Cool eh?
So what is my point???
Well
I've been re-branded!!!
Come see the new me... the real me... sort of. My new URL is www.urbandaddy.blogspot.com. You will see lots of changes over the next couple weeks and please feel free to let me know if you like them or hate them.
Cheers,
UrbanDaddy.
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