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 male 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 people who 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. I suspect as with most wrestling deaths, it’s a combination of drugs, pain medication, and seteriods.
Chris… your own son, Chris. Damn!
This post is dedicated to the thief 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 watermelon to the baby, and swiped my wife’s wallet from inside the purse which was underneath a pile of kids’ related stuff, like bibs, change of clothes, diapers and blankets.
As a result, we had to cancel our credit cards, but not before there were some charges and then set off on a fast-paced trek to find receipts for, and recovers funds from, all the numerous gift cards which were given to us for the birth of out baby.
Now we get the pleasure of replacing her driver’s license, health card for UM, as well as those for the Happy Boy and for the Weed.
At this point I hope this low life, tries to use the credit card and store owner catches that it was reported stolen and calls 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.
If you need the money (there was none in the purse) or information so badly, try getting a job and earning it yourself. Asshole. Grrrrrrr.
Now I have vented, but I do not feel better…
During our outing, the Toronto Maple Leafs acquired Vesa Toskela from the San Jose Sharks. Welcome to Toronto, Vesa!! 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!
In random sports news, from thie past weekend, I have Toronto Blue Jays on my mind. I am 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.
And for piece of mind that sometimes justice is served, on Monday, a judge 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 is the clown who swiped 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. If it takes 1000 prisioners to be swapped for Gilad’s return, then Israel will do it. Unlike some nations, we actually value human life…
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 refused 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…
I’m still sore about the purse…
I need to run.
Last night. 11:30pm.
I hear a bedroom door open very quietly, then close just as silently, followed by the pitter patter of little feet, and then the sound of someone knocking on a door. Knocking?!?
Turns out that knocking was the Happy Boy. He was hungry. He left his room in search of someone he could wake up to get hime food. He’s 2 1/2 years old, but he really knows his way around our house, and how to gently wake up one of us, but not both.
So he walked slowly and quietly towards our room (we keep our bedroom door closed so the crying baby won’t wake up the Happy Boy). Which on it’s own is interesting considering the fact that the Happy Boy (Linus) slept through the birth of the Weed (Stewie) at home.
So Happy Boy knocked, and knocked, and knocked until I heard him from the basement where I was playing on the computer.
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”.
So I took him to the kitchen, gave him a big bowl of the stuff, and some slightly warmed milk (he loves that) and after 15 minutes of a midnight snack, we walked back to his bed where he slept like a baby.
So polite in the night.
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/
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.
Misadventures of Mommy Laural
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:
Mint chocolate anything
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:
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?”
T-shits with iron-ons
(honourable mention goes out to – jeans to the office, and buttless chaps)