I just left my wife…
… left her watching some stupid Grey’s Anatomy spin-off show called Private Practice about childbirth and all that other stuff.
What I really hate about these types of shows is that I watched about half of it with her and could get addicted to it… Therefore I cannot watch. Must not watch. I need to do school work. Yeah, that’s it… and blog. :)
A new feature on this blog is my restaurant review of a “family friendly” establishment which I critique based on it’s food (my kids don’t eat fries – don’t put them with every meal), access, how friendly the staff is to children, how friendly the facility is to children (like high-chairs, changing table – in the guys bathroom too), and the speed of service and cost.
Good places in Toronto include; Safari on Avenue Road. The bathroom is not convenient but they know how to keep families happy. Staff are super-friendly and food is generally out-of-this-world. Then again, my kids love their curry pasta and chicken-chipotole chowder.
Other good places in TO; Hersheys – have toys for the kids there too, and Hershey is a uber-friendly guy.
Applejacks, the Rainforest Cafe and Mandarin get top marks too.
But tonight we had an experience… Ugh. We went to a place called the China Buffet King in Richmond Hill. Got there just after it opened, so we expected it to be pretty empty, but I was SO disappointed after this meal.
- The service SUCKED! Have you ever had to ask a server to clean off your table? I asked for Soya sauce and instead of getting it for me (you know it was me, UM and the 2 kids), the server point in the general vicinity and walked away. I had to ask for napkins, the bill, then had to hunt them down to get it back. Just brutal. We actually left no tip. For what? We did everything?
- The food? Below average to average. Huge trays of food with very little on it. Selection… below average too. They try too hard to do a little of everything but do nothing well. 2-3 dim sum items, 3-4 sushi items, a huge dessert section and fresh veggie row that looked good (not for $16.99 each, though) and the rest of the food was lazily prepared. For example, the shrimp, not peeled, the mussels and squid, chewy (overcooked), the chicken with bones in it, breaded shrimp which looked like they were breaded and stuck to a potato wedge. All just weird and gross. I couldn’t find anything to put on my plate.
Urban Daddy’s recommendation on China Buffet King… Stay home and eat kraft dinner… That way if you feel gross after eating it, you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.
Is it considered politically incorrect to have a conversation with a colleague while in the bathroom – or more specifically in a stall. I know guys are different than gals since we are only in stalls for one reason, you gals are in there for everything, so when a guy talks to you from inside a stall, it’s generally really weird.
What about if the guy is talking to you and at the same time passing loud gas, grunting and moaning? Creepy? For a guy… YES. Well this happened to me Monday. A very odd colleague walked into the washroom while I was washing my hands, proceeded to get into a stall, make a TON of noises, including grunting and commenting on the noise and the smells, even when I tried to escape and had the door open he still was fighting the fight that people at the elevator (20 feet away and around a corner) were wondering what the hell was going on.
I was left shaken… Probably also because this guy never washes his hands and leaves with newspaper tucked under his arm. UGH.
Is that grounds for dismissal? Good thing I’m not in charge. :)
My boy was at the dentist this evening for a check up. Got to ride the chair, had his teeth counted (he told the hygienist he had 5 teeth, he has 20). He got checked, met the dentist, got the orange toothbrush he wanted, and berry flavoured floss. It was all really cute. When we got home I heard him thank his Mummy for taking him to the dentist… Awwwww.
… and run I did.
I’ve got a lot on my mind and I’m pretty stressed out so I needed a release. I chose to run. So out I went at 11pm tonight and I ran the farthest I have run since I herniated the disk in my back. It felt good. I’m still stressed, but I feel a little better.
A random sampling of what is on my mind today
- My last 2 MBA course which I fell a couple weeks behind in, but am trying to get current in
- Our Nanny’s last day is Friday and we have a new one coming from Hong Kong at 1am Sunday morning – we still need to get the current on packed and out and we are back to square one with the new one… so much to teach. Our current Nanny has been with our family for 2 years and she will be missed. On the other hand, there are some things we did without to please this one that we will not be doing with the new one. Can’t wait.
- We are having a mini-renovation done in the basement… Always stressful
- Apparently now is the time to look for schools and camps for next year for the kids… Are you kidding me???
- My back still gives me a little pain/stress and I need to lose weight and keep an eye on it. But I really need to lose weight. I’ve dropped only a few pounds, but a few inches just from exercise
- Urban Mummy… enough said
- Dentist appointments for the family
- My working future… I’m wasting away at my current employer, they fail to utilize my strengths and one I complete my MBA I’ll have to shut up or move along… still undecided.
- Some fucking insect that bit me and drew blood in my vegetable garden. I was picking, like 30 tomatoes, and something latched on to my finger until I pryed it off. I now have a slight rash on my wrist. I think it was a spider. Waiting for my super-powers.
- Why my son cries when I take him to school on Tuesday’s and why he keeps hitting and kicking and making his little brother cry. He knows better, he really does.
- Office politics. A very good friend of mine at the office once got upset with a few of us because she thought we were not being considerate of her around our group coffee breaks. Fast forward 2 months and this same friend breaks our coffee club and goes whenever she wants with whomever she wants… So why does it bother me??? Can’t decide. Common sense tells me to forget it as being childish and move on, but part of me feels slighted as the organizer of breaks when after, like 2 years, it changes this way… Truth be told, I’m kind of glad it happened this way. The group was getting too big and since a bunch of them started hanging out after work, I’ve really realized that as a Dad, I don’t have that much in common with any of them. I can’t go out drinking after work and staying out until 1am, I don’t have the flexibility to disappear on weekends and as for clubbing, well, I’m not 21 anymore… Been there, done that. So this has allowed me time to realize that I have to worry about me and my family and take care of my courses… My meal ticket. Nuff said.
- Clothes… I need new clothes… Nice ones. I’m tired of the same crappy clothes. I want to be taken shopping by my wife and have her pick some stylish clothes for me… If I’m going to be worth a million bucks, I need to dress and feel like it.
- Why it’s midnight and I am no closer to bed than I was at 9pm.
And other stuff that crossed my mind this Tuesday:
- My youngest son’s passport (expired)
- Pregnancy photos from the day UM gave birth that we still need to pick and I think about every day!
- Care and nurturing leave
- A too good to be true potential career move
- Where are my recruiters?
- Taking both cars in for service
- Phoning our grandparents
- Returning stuff to Staples
- Buying a bathing suit for Saturdays first swimming class
- Fixing the printer I somehow broke without even touching it
- Washing the dirty windows on the inside of the car
- Putting air in my bike tires and the strollers
- Taking pictures of the many stuff we are trying to sell on Craigslist.com
- Getting my motorcycle license
- Boating license
- My work team in which we no longer have a team leader but I somehow have filled in that void in an informal manner… As expected.
- and so much more
I like that Hornswaggle is Vince McMahon’s son… Makes me laugh.
The Blue Jays are so .500 it makes me sick. .500 winning percentage and 15th place in a 30 team league. Geez. I can hear the chanting now… “We’re average… We’re average”.
Can anyone give me one good reason to vote Liberal??? Didn’t think so. Besides being responsible for Ontario dropping to last in many significant categories, I find it just insane that Dalton McGuintey – Ontario’s premier, keeps advertising how great he is and has to use biased people in these ads, like the current boss at the Daily Bread Food Bank where his leadership colleague worked – Gerard Kennedy – worked. And don’t forget my MPP who Dalton kicked out of cabinet, but still finds no shame in running. Mike Colle, give it up… even if you do win, you’ve embarrassed your constituents… Go away gracefully.
Yom Kippur is coming up and I wish all my Jewish readers an easy fast… May you be enscribed in the book of life! And break fast is at our place! Woo hoo.
UrbanDaddy’s baseball 3 stooges for the weekend.
Ramirez, Soriano and Drew…
Ramirez and Soriano play baseball for the Chicago Cubs and both did something this past weekend that really got my goat. They both hit home runs. Why is that a problem??? It’s not that they hit home runs that bugged it, it’s the way they hit them that has me annoyed. You see, both players, upon hitting the baseball, stood at home plate for a few seconds to watch the ball travel and also made some stupid-ass gesture before tossing their bats aside and trotting around the bases.
Two things come to mind in this instance.
- If the ball does not leave the yard, these guys are going to have to run their asses off to get to second base as opposed to those players who run full out right away and could land on third or home
- After watching this display I really hate the rule MLB Commissioner Bud Selig put in which penalizes pitchers from throwing at batters, because if I’m the pitcher who just gave up those homers, my next pitch is right in the middle of their backs to let them know that I don’t appreciate they lack of professionalism…
Who? This guys is an ass. All I remember of this clown is that he refused to play for the Philadelphia Phillies – who drafted him – because he was “too good” for that organization. You see J.D. told whomever that would listen that he was going to be the best baseball player ever (snicker, snicker). He said he was going to his .400, and lead the league in hits, runs, home runs, and bullshit.
So here were are, like 10 years later, J.D. is on his 4th team I believe and he is… well… average. But every time I see him, I hope someone will smack some humility into this clown. He probably has his own hall of fame in his basement. Loser.
1997: Drafted by the Philadelphia Phillies
Drew was the second overall pick in the 1997 Major League Baseball Draft by the Philadelphia Phillies. Drew and his agent Scott Boras elected not to sign with the Phillies, sticking to their guarantee that they would not sign for less than $10 million dollars. The Phillies had no plan to pay an unproven player this amount of money, and despite Boras‘ warnings, drafted Drew nonetheless. Consequently, Drew ended up playing for the St. Paul Saints of the independent Northern League.
1998-2003: St. Louis Cardinals
After playing for St. Paul in the 1997 season, Drew was selected fifth overall in 1998 by the St. Louis Cardinals. His first at-bat, in the 6th inning, ended in a strikeout, and he finished the night 0-and-2. In Drew’s first appearance at Veterans Stadium in Philadelphia, he was booed loudly, and even had batteries thrown at him by two fans. Drew struggled to stay healthy, landing on the disabled list every season he played in St. Louis.
2004: Atlanta Braves
Drew was traded to the Atlanta Braves in December 2003, where he had the best season of his career while finally managing to stay healthy.
2005-2006: Los Angeles Dodgers
In December 2004, Drew signed a 5 year, $55 million dollar contract with the Los Angeles Dodgers, which included an escape clause after the second year. In 2006, Drew exercised his contract option clause, forgoing $33 million over the next 3 years to become a free agent. The Dodgers’ General Manager Ned Colletti said in a teleconference that he was “surprised how it came down. Everything we had heard, everything that had been written led us to believe the player loved being here.” This was especially a surprise since a few days before, Drew had told an LA Times columnist on how happy he was in LA and that he was looking forward to the upcoming 2007 season.
2007: Boston Red Sox
On January 25, 2007, Drew officially signed a 5-year contract with the Red Sox worth $70 million. Drew’s revised contract has a clause that allows the Red Sox to opt out of Drew’s five year contract after three or four years if Drew has extensive injuries due to a previously existing problem in his right shoulder.
Drew has played poorly so far in his debut season with the Red Sox, experiencing one of his worst career offensive seasons. Through September 9, Drew is batting just .252 with 7 home runs, 96 hits and 49 RBIs, far below his normal production.
In his book Three Nights in August, Buzz Bissinger mentions St. Louis manager Tony La Russa’s agony over Drew’s lack of passion. La Russa tells Bissinger that it seems Drew has decided to “settle for 75%” of his talent, in large part because of his enormous contract.
To all my Jewish readers, I hope you all had a wonderful New Year and are prepping up for the big Yom Kippur fast – pregnant women aside – Friday night.
Did you end up going to family for dinner Wednesday night? Thursday night? Was it ok? Check out what happened to us…
Wednesday night, dinner at my wife’s Grandfather’s condo. Dinner called for 6:00pm, why? because we have 2 children who go to bed at 7:30 and we hate having to put them to sleep there, or having cranky kids crying and being very unhappy. While not that unreasonable, the moving of dinner time from 7:30 to 6:00 did not happen because “we” had kids, but rather because her cousin (the oldest grandchild) had a daughter and since she thinks dinner should be earlier too, it was changed. We all win.
So we arrived Wednesday night just past 6pm, and there were already a few people there, and almost everyone else showed up before 6:15 so we were ready to eat, except that my wife’s Aunt had not showed up yet and we decided to wait for her. UM’s Aunt has 2 children and no grandchildren, so I think the concept of eating early for the sake of the children is lost on her. She is a very dominant personality who knows pretty much everything and is not afraid to tell everyone just that. Remind me one day to post why her daughter does not talk to us… something about getting married 3 weeks before her… 6 years ago… Something about “stealing her thunder”. I know. Childish, eh?
So while waiting – now 6:45, UM decides to feed the kids and has plenty of help from my mother and sister, and her mother and father. The kids eat, and play. One of the big toy attractions is a wooden Rosh Hashanah play set that UM bought for the kids which possesses among other things, 2 wooden round challah breads which the Happy Boy loves to carry around with him. How is this relevant… read on…
So it’s is now 7:10 and the kids are getting cranky and so are the adults… No sign of UM’s Aunt and there are 16 other people waiting to start.. dinner was, after all, called for 6:00. So we decided that we need to start and when they show up they can join us… I’m sure they’ll understand, right? They are over an hour late and there are kids waiting to eat.. No problem right?
So we all get to the table and are set to begin when we realize that we have no challahs – you see her Aunt was bringing the challahs. So while UM’s grandfather reluctantly agrees to begin, he sees that everyone is smiling and laughing and having fun and ready to go, so he spots the 2 wooden challahs in front of the Happy Boy and he invites my son and his 2 wooden challahs up to the front of the table to have a prayer made over the bread so we can begin. Together great-grandfather and great-grandson make the prayers over the challah’s and smiling and laughing, they share a moment and we are ready to eat.
First comes the chopped liver and gefilte fish, then comes the soup… But as the soup is being served, guess who comes into the condo… without the challahs, and PISSED OFF.
She walked in with her husband (puppet), daughter and son-in-law, and housekeeper, and without even an apology for being over an hour-and-fifteen minutes late, but instead bitching and moaning about not having seats saved for herself – you know, she’s 61 years old, has been coming to dinner for 61 years, and how dare we not leave her a seat, blah, blah, blah… at this exact time, the Baby freaks out and UM takes him to walk and feed him in hopes he’ll clam down and we can stay and, you know, eat dinner. She passes her Aunt and says to her – in a probably pissed off tone – that she can have her seat because now she needs to take care of the baby, when her Aunt loses it. She comes at my wife yelling and screaming at her – something about her shit not stinking and how important she is… My wife, never backing away, but trying to step away, tells her Aunt that it was not her decision to begin eating, but everyone decision, you know being that there were 16 other people she left waiting. So her Aunt, still with no apology in sight, walks away, mumbles to her family and they sit beside the rest of the family at a small round table (how embarrassing, eh?) take all the bottles of wine – including the bottle my mother brought – open them up and start eating and drinking without talking to anyone. They ignore the rest of the family, are rude to everyone else and quite frankly ruined what was shaping up to be a fun evening.
Our kids lasted only 1/2 more, so we left, without eating more than appetizer and soup – and I so badly wanted to go give her Aunt a piece of my mind.. selfish bitch. But I declined… it is the new year after all and I want to be inscribed in the book of life… yadda yadda.
So our new years starts in a unique way. I despise her Aunt and her family and their holier-than-thou attitude. They ruined our evening while at the same time showing the rest of the family what asses they are. so I guess it was a good evening after all.
I apologized to my mother and sister for their behaviour… like making tea for everyone but not offering it to my mother and sister long after we left.
Bad things come to bad people… wait, they already a miserable, unhappy people without kids/grand kids… now the rest of the family hates them… it does work…
The rest of the holiday was AWESOME… good food, good fun, good family.