Interesting post about the passing of Eddie Fatu, aka Umaga at www.daddyknowssports.wordpress.com.
Please check it out!
Got a Tiger in Your Tank?
I really don’t want to talk about what is / may / may not be happening with Tiger Woods because, really I don’t care and also because it’s his private life and really is none of my business. I don’t know what his relationship is like with his wife or kids and what the motive was for his alleged relationships and I won’t lose sleep over it. I hope this whole issue blows over for him, for the sake of his children who do not need to be dragged into this mess.
What I did find interesting is 2 things;
1) That in Tiger’s press release he used the word “transgressions” and as a result of him using this word, it was the most “googled” word for the day yesterday. Apparently very few people knew what this word meant.
2) I was also surprised by how little the mainstream media wanted to handle this issue right from the curiosity surrounding the extreme damage to Tiger’s car as it backed out of the driveway and smashed into a fire hydrant at 2am. Or that he was found by neighbours snoring on the grass beside his crashed car, or how it was reported that his wife, golf club in hand, was trying to “rescue him from the car”. I guess in order to get the story and not upset the Woods camp, you take the info you are given and put it out.
I did think it was odd that he “accidentally” reversed his car out of the driveway so fast that it smashed into the hydrant and when I started hearing rumours that his wife was chasing his wielding a golf club I thought that was even more insane. I read the headlines in the papers about how she saved him and I became even more skeptable. something didn’t appear right.
But for some reason mainstream media took initial Tiger’s silence and dropped the story. I guess in this day and age of multi-million dollar athletes you don’t want your news station to be the one to uncover a story that would damage that athlete’s reputation and become the one news outlet who his people will no longer grant him access to. Celebs sell stories. Stories about Tiger sell newspapers, commercial rates go up and he is responsible for putting the sport of golf on the front page again. People watch golf to see what Tigers does.
So should I have been surprised then when slowly over the days facts about mistresses came leaking out, each one to an onlne news provider and each one lured out with a hefty fee paid to “encourage” them to go public. The gig is up. Tiger’s “relationships” are no longer private and these women he was in relationships with are being rewarded for no longer keeping their silence… No one wants to go down with the ship. I guess this ultimately shows Tiger that none of these women could be trusted, they were in it for the money… yadda yadda yadda.
I just feel sorry for the kids and wonder what, if anything, this will do for his sponsors. Will any pull him? I can’t see that happening right away while the uncovering of exactly what his transgressions were is still underway. Once details start to arise and you know they will – true or untrue – then we’ll see who sticks around. I mean David Letterman’s ratings have gone up since he was almost blackmailed into admitting he was sleeping with his staff members while married.
I think the general public are no longer shocked by these stories and tend to assume the worst right away. But now we leave it to the online media to dig up the gory details and throw it in our faces…
And like a car crash on the highway of life, we don’t want to see anyone hurt, but we slow down to see the damage anyways.
It’s a girl!
Around 10:50pm Friday, November 27th.
8 pounds, 2 oz.
Baby girl!
So happy and relieved that mother and daughter are fine and back home.
Thursday Thirteen
Thirteen things that ‘m thinking about as I wait for child #3 to make an appearance
13. Names. For a boy, for a girl, English names, Hebrew names, will the child like it, will it get them teased…
12. Do I have all the necessary supplies as we plan for another homebirth. I look everyday, I have the list at my desk and it causes me great stress to think that once active labour begins, that something may be forgotten. Having all the necessary supplies is the least I can do. But if this baby requires a trip to the hospital, I’m screwed and should do something about that like put together a travel bag…
11. Lack of sleep. Not that worried, I’m used to it, but carrying Stewie around with a herniated a disc in my back left a bad memory for me. My wife on the other hand needs a ton of sleep, and once awake has a hard time going back to sleep. Poor her.
10. If baby is a girl WTF am I supposed to do with that? I know boy parts, not girls parts. And yes, wipe from front to back is a good start but it can’t be that easy…
9. When will active labour start? I’ve been planning for this for weeks and as work gets closer and closer to my uber-busy period, I worry that it will come at a really terrible time (but I don’t care). I’m ready to drop every thing to help out.
8. I think about clothes. We have tons of boys clothes, but if it’s a girl, I don’t want her wearing blue… I want her in pink.
7. I wonder about family. My mother and sister don’t see the kids that often as it is and if we really need the extra support will they we willing to pitch in for long periods of time? I have no relationship with my Uncles and on my wife’s side all relationships have been getting better and better over the past 5 years. Still not close, but improving!
6. Meconium poo. That sticky, tar poo that you have to scrape off baby’s bottom. I dread it and my wife has never cleaned one.
5. What is this baby going to look like? Pointy chin, big ears? droopy left eye? I’m betting on black hair and squinty eyes.
4. Will anyone care besides us? 3 kids, geez. That’s more kids than there are parents. Are we being socially responsible having 3 kids? I feel better since we live in an above average neighbourhood, used cloth diapers and drive a hybrid vehicle…
3. The delivery. I hope it goes well and we can have this baby at home and the mummy will be able to walk around after in as little pain as necessary. I hope both mummy and baby come out of this delivery in the best shape possible.
2. How gutsy and courageous my wife is – and no, not for marrying me in the first place – but having to put your body and life on hold for 9 months prior to the birth and for 2 years after the birth. The delivery, contractions, pain, all that stuff. It’s inspiring, and amazing. Totally not for everyone (like men).
1. I think about my Dad and my Grandfather (Zaida) both of whom would have loved to have met my children. I am lucky to have them named in part after both of them but it does not and will never fill that void left by their passing.
The end of the world must be near…
I think the end of the world is near. It makes me sad, but I think this is it. What else could explain the absolute shit that is on TV these days. Celebrity Rehab, Sex Rehab, Paris Hilton’s BFF, Tila Tequila and fuck, even P. Diddy, or whatever the fuck his name is, has a “reality” show. It’s all friggin crap. Hogan know’s best, the Hills, people with 8 kids, 16 kids, 32 kids, geez. What makes this Tv? It’s like being at the circus watching the freak-shows.
Right now on showcase there are 2 men in thongs tied together by a harness in the 69 position and they are pounding the shit out of each other’s ass cheeks. UGH. Then the guy drools on the other guys leg. UGH. It’s as bad as watching poker on TV. (turned off after 20 more seconds).
It’s no wonder I just stick to sports, Grey’s Anatomy, Ugly Betty, and a ton of cooking shoes and news.
Please, someone come up with something original!!!
A Crystal Meth Lab, you say???
Where? Some crappy little town somewhere, right?
What? Around the corner from my house, backing on to the park that all the local kids play at, and what is this I hear about the backyard being booby-trapped. A neighbour was told by the police this afternoon that the backyard – whose gate was open – was booby-trapped in order to keep trespassers out. Turns out the police scared a squirrel that was in the yard before they walked in, and the squirrel did not make it.
Nice. Safe. And to think I actually had one foot in this backyard picking up my neighbours soccer ball.
So this is what happened last night that lead to the surrounding area being roped off by the cops.
A suspicious chemical odour (acetone – which smells like nail polish remover) led authorities to a meth lab inside a home in one of the city’s most sought-after neighbourhoods.
Toronto police closed off a block of Woburn Avenue near Avenue Road, located in Toronto’s quiet Bedford Park community, while they investigated the duplex. The street address was 438 and 440 Woburn. These properties were sold in 2008 for $810,000.00 each to a developer who was going to tear them down and put up three houses. The economy went south and the developer rented them out, in this case to an individual met over the internet.
“This was a full methamphetamine lab,” Staff Sgt. Jim Qualtrough of the Toronto Police drug squad told reporters on Wednesday.
“What is particularly disturbing in this case is this lab is right in the middle of a residential neighbourhood,” said Staff Inspector Mario Di Tomaso. “Because of the volatile chemicals that are used, they are a great danger to neighbours.”
If you look in this picture you see the house on the left and behind is the “chicken park” called that because of the KFC right beside it. Pretty much anytime you are in the park, you can smell the fried chicken. Local kids play there during the day with their parents and nannies.
No one was inside the home at the time of the discovery and as of Wednesday evening, no arrests had been made.
I guess there are some lessons to be learned from this fiasco.
1) Never rent to someone you meet over the internet
2) If you are going to run a meth lab, please keep it away from parks
3) Know your neighbours!
4) This area has been called desirable and ritzy. What do you think that will do to my property value?
I’m sick
I’m so sick.
I went to the doctor this morning – fell asleep in the waiting room. I had a mask on, the doctor put a mask on. It’s all very bizarre.
Anyways it turns out I have a virus – a “very very minor one” but in this day and age they are all serious especially when your wife is 37 1/2 weeks pregnant. So I’m on antibiotics and wiping down everything I touch at home. Sometimes I feel great and sometimes I feel like death.
Here’s to hoping it goes way by the weekend. Heading into the tax season means I have a LOT of work to do!
Excuse me… Time for more tea.
Lest We Forget
Lest We Forget: Remember our veterans and their sacrifice today.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
- Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
If you see a vetern… Thank him!
Sewn to the ground
I love my family. The make me laugh. Especially my kids, Linus and Stewie, or monkey-see, monkey-do. If one does something the other must do it.
The only place where they completely differ is around how they interact with each other, obviously, considering the ages. Linus is going to be 5 soon, and Stewie just turned 3. So here are some of the things I’ve had to deal with as these two grow up together;
Stewie: Crying
Me, “Why are you crying… Come here”
Stewie, “I can’t… Linus put me in a time-out”
Or…
Stewie: Crying
Me, “Stewie! Come here”
Stewie, “I can’t… Linus sent me to my room”.
Or just last week… Linus, Stewie and myself were playing in the basement when all of a sudden Stewie is laying on the floor on his back not moving a muscle and all of a sudden Stewie is crying. I ask him to get up but he said that he cannot. Why??? Because Linus sewed him to the ground.
Oh yes!
His brother had sewn him to the ground.
I tried to convince him that there was no way without thread and a needle that he could have been sewn to the ground and his brother even tried lifting him off the floor by his head, but that little boy was not going anywhere. Then Linus let go of his head and it thumped back down to the floor. Ouch. More crying.
After laughing a little and trying to get him off the floor it was Linus that solved the problem by jumping over his brother and un-sewing him from the floor.
With that Stewie got up, stopped crying and the two boys went back to playing.
Oy vey!
It must be Monday
For a month (and probably all of last year) I really wanted to get my winter jack dry cleaned. The once while collar was greying and the jacket as a whole was getting a little on the, say, ripe side. Totally not cool.
So last night I decided on the plan. I was going to stop for a Tim Horton’s this morning and right beside it is a dry cleaner. While I’ve never been in there I see him putting his sign on the main street, shooing cars that park in the cleaners spots and passing out flyers for discounts. He even offers to do minor alterations for free.
But an odd thing happened along the way. I bought my large double-double, and when I carefully went to put it in the car (sorry… My wife should stop reading at this point)…
… and when I reached across the seat, it spilled a little puddle onto the seat. With no napkins in the car and either too fucking dumb or lazy to go back into the coffee shop to get one I reached for my jacket and used it to wipe of the spil. I mean, geez, it’ll be in the cleaners in a few minutes, right?
So I walk into the cleaners with a proud grin on my face, drop my jacket on the counter and the guy behind it looks at me and says this;
“Sorry. I cannot clean your jacket. I’m closing up the business in, ummm, an hour because no one come to have clothes dry cleaned”.
So I stood there… Thinking about how “wisely” I wiped up my coffee spill with my jacket and how inconvenient this was. It’s supposed to be 18 degrees today. Probably the warmest day before winter and everything was aligned to have this jacket cleaned…
… It’s Monday. If had brought my jacket in before and maybe a couple dress shirts here and there, the dry cleaners might still be in business. Now all I have is a coffee smelling jacket and I’ll have to wait another year before getting it cleaned.
I’m not sure how I feel…
