Dead…

Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett…

The best quote I heard about Wacko Jacko is…

“At least your kids are safe”.

How sad.  Good musician, total freak.  Horrible role model.

Oh well.

It’s been a quiet posting week…

Lots going on…

Lots.

 

But with UM feeling better, we’ve both been able to get to bed a little earlier.  A couple nights ago we both flaked out watching Law and Order on or PVR.  Last night while UM was studying for a quiz, I got caught up on some work emails, played Jedi vs Sith on Facebook, then more Law and Order, and sleep.

While I feel more tired in the morning, I totally feel better overall…

Living on 5-6 hours sleep a night, everynight, really is not that much fun.

I can cook too…

With UM on the shelf – after 4 days of being sick in bed with a fever, coughing her brains out at all hours of the day – I set off tonight to make dinner tonight for myself and for our nanny.  The kids had already eaten and for UM all I had to do was heat up some chicken soup with matzo balls. 

So this is what I made… and it was yummy good.

half an onion cooked up in a frying pan with a touch of oil.

Added broccoli stem diced into small pieces tossed into the pan once the onions were opaque.  Cooked it until the pan began to dry up them squeezed in half an orange and cooked it some more.

Tossed in some garlic, herbs de Provence and basil added

Cooked it all up nicely until the broccoli began to soften.

Added 4 eggs with fresh ground pepper

tossed in some shredded marble cheese

cooked it all up.  A giant super-yummy omelette.  WOW.  So, so good.

Yum.

Why I love the logic of a 2 1/2 year old.

Friday night dinner this week was pizza.

The kids love pizza if in the right mood, but usually have yummy homemade or only at a birthday party.

Stewie likes his pizza with Olives.

Linus likes his pizza plain, although he’ll sometimes eat the crust first.

 

So after finishing 2 slices of pizza Friday night, and having taken a few bites of his third piece, Stewie breaks down into tears…

Why you ask?

Well, he was crying and saying this… “I don’t like cheese”…

I pointed out to him that he has already eaten 2 full pieces of pizza, each one covered in cheese.

 

Didn’t matter.  He was, at that moment, done.

Hasn’t touched the left over slices either…

OY.  Kids.

 

Then this morning, him and his brother ate bagels for breakfast.  After eating all but 2 bites of his bagel, Stewie looked at me and said, “I don’t like bagels”.  I was putting cream cheese on a bagel for his mummy, who is sick, when he says, “I want bagel and creme cheese (creme, not cream).

He he he.

I guess the secret is out…

Looks like my big secret is no longer a secret.  I’ve been outed, or rather we’ve been outed, by no one other than my own wife… UrbanMummy (UM for short).

If you pop over to her wonderful blog, www.urbanmummy.com, you will be able to read her tale of the amnio appointment she had Monday of this week – the pain from the needle an the stress her (and I) had prior to this procedure.  Not only are we both uneasy about needles, but the thought of checking for genetic defects in our unborn child makes so much sense but also could result in real decision being made soon there after.

She was so brave.

I am SO proud of her.

 

So yes, we are pregnant.

And the genetic tests came back normal.  WHEW.

Baby #3 is due on what would have been my parents anniversary, November 28th.  My father passed away in 2002.  Stewie, #2, his Hebrew name, is named after my Dad.  He would have been so proud…

How do you apply for this job?

I know a guy who borrows a lot of money from a bunch of different people.  He gets to know them, then once in, he asks for money – portrays himself as a poor needy guy – recently divorced, bankrupt, living from hand-to-mouth.  But he always has the latest technologies – ipods, cars, always with a cup of Starbucks coffee in his hand…

When I met him, he was “working” for a technology company that wanted me to be their CFO.  I was just finishing my MBA and the thought of such a title made me giddy for a few weeks until I realized what a joke it was since the “CEO” was a control freak and knew EVERYTHING.

This guy was that companies  “COO” or something like that.  He really didn’t do much and received pay for doing just that.  I often found it odd how one day he’d be focused, super eager and a real go-getter, then the next day he’d smoke 50 cigarettes, and wander around like a panicked chicken with his head cut off…

It donned on me.

He’s a professional borrower… The guy is a friggin’ ponzi scheme.  He borrows from one to pay another.  I remember one day he was coming to the office and showed up late claiming he was “robbed”.  Said he stopped at a stop sign, 2 “Russians” leaned into his window, punched him in the head, took his laptop and other “valuables” from the car, then disappeared into the night. 

I actually believed him.

He never reported it… He did have a bruise from the punch to the face but it was probably a message from someone he owed money to.

So this guy keeps in touch with me here and there and tells me how he’s so broke and needs a break, and after months of him telling me he’s not working he tells a mutual acquaintance that he is working.  Tells this kid he’s a “Junior Partner, Managing Director”…  Even posts this title on a website where he’s trying to brand himself as a consultant.

I emailed him and told him to trying something more believable, like consultant…

So this is probably why in his early 40′s he’s still begging for money and can’t find a job.  He makes stupid shit up and thinks the rest of the world are morons.  I’m not sure what is a clearer sign of illness… Him for making up this title, or anyone who believes that it exists?!?

I’m concussed…

So every week Stewie and I do SportBall.  He loves playing the games but I suspect he really likes cleaning up after, when each game is finished.  Lately he’s been cleaning up super quick and then running the length of the activity room towards me (I’m sitting against the wall), then putting his arms by his side and propelling himself into my hands as I catch him before he kills; me, him, both of us, anyone else.

Today he did it 3 times.  I caught him the first 2 times… How could I not.  He giggles as he picks up speed.

 

The third time… Not so much…

I was talking to the father-son combo to my left when all of a sudden out of nowhere I feel this bang, like a 35 pound boys head crashing into my right temple…

He cried.

I swear I blacked out for a minute, because once I came to my senses, the pain we intense and my poor little boy was crying in my lap holding his nose.  I was sure it was broken.  I looked for blood.  There was none.  My temple began throbbing.

I checked him out, while the rest of the parents watched, mouths still wide open – I suspect because we are both still alive.

I made it through the day.  There was some tenderness.

It’s bed time.  My temple and head are throbbing and very tender.  I have a goose-egg sized bump.  My jaw hurts and I cannot open my mouth all the way.  Feels like that little bugger broke my jaw.

We’ll see what tomorrow brings, but this may help me lose weight, if I cannot eat…

OY.

L.O.S.E.R.

Yup.

Me.

LOSER.

Big loser, actually.

Tonight we were at my son’s new school (for next year) as they had a fun fair.  It was… Interesting.

Anyways.

There were some kids playing basketball and I decided I was going to walk under the basket and either block the shot or casually catch it as it missed the basket.

The kid threw the ball.

I looked up.

It didn’t miss.  It went right in.  I was looking up the bottom of the hoop.  It smashed down onto my face.  Crunched my nose.  Smooshed my glasses.

The kids were horrified.

I looked, with tears out of my eyes and said, “no worries… I’m fine”.

Then I walked far away before checking for blood because I didn’t want too many people to see that I’m a big freaking LOSER.

Bread and Honey Festival

Went to the Bread and Honey festival in Streetsville, Ontario today – with friends of our who live in nearby Mississauga.  What a blast!

We had the… bread and honey, a mini-train ride, tons of fun in the little kids area, heard some great live music, ate a little, walked a lot and basically hung out with them at the festival before heading back to their place for chatting over a bottle of wine and dinner for all. 

The 2 things that will remain with me about today are; 1) the number of times I’ve been to Streetsville and 2) the people I saw there and my reaction to them.

1) I had a friend… He was a mooch.  Sorry.  He lived in Streetsville with his Mom and mother’s boyfriend whom he detested and visa versa.  The 2 would often fight, sometimes quiet violently.  The last time I was in Streetsville was after midnight in about 1997 when my friend called to ask me to come get him.  His mother’s boyfriend had attacked him with a hammer while he was sleeping.  He then put this jerk through the ceiling.

Police were called.  Instead of pressing charges he left with me… Only to move into my house.  He lived there for quite a while, in the basement which meant lots of ball hockey and sega NHL hockey.  I used to destroy him!  I got him to move out by daring him to date a “unique” woman that I used to work with at the government.  She used to tell people that her and I would one day be married.  Once I found out I asked her to stop.  UGH.  Anyways, I introduced them and several years later they married.  WHEW.  Got rid of 2 birds with one stone.

The second reason, I’m sure frequent followers of this fine blog (GAG) would remember a friend of mine passed away from cancer at the very young age of 33, not too long ago.  He left behind 2 very young children and his brother didn’t come to the funeral… Well the brother – who used to be my friend – was at the festival with his wife (who blocked me on facebook because I still talked to his brother).  I always wondered how I’d approach him if I saw him, alone or with her. 

I saw them.. Glared at them from a far… Grumbled obscenities at them under my breath… Then felt REALLY sorry for the losers and walked away.  I feel better, although I didn’t say a word.  I saw him.  He looks miserable… Good on him!

Saying “Hi” may cause injuries

I almost killed a woman at work…

She was walking up the stairs in the office, my going down the stairs to a meeting.

I looked at her, made eye-contact, smiled and said, “hi!”

She smiled (maybe a little too much) then missed a step, slid to 2 steps and landed on her knee.

Trying to look cool, she bravely kept smiling, tried to stand back up, then missed that step and wiped out, down 4 steps.

I turned to watch her grab onto the railing and – still smiling – walk back upstairs.

I turned to one of my colleagues and said, “that would be the last time I greet someone on the stairs… Could be deadly”.

How embarrassed would you be – wiping out in front of a manager.  LOL.