I just realized the Academy Awards were on the same night as the NBA all-star game. Oops. Different genres of people, I guess.
I watched the 2nd half of the NBA All-Star game because at the end of the first half the score was something insane like 109-88 for the Western Conference which meant the Miami Heat threesome of LeBron (I am the King) James, Dwayne (I can win on my own and don’t need these clowns) Wade and… oh yeah that third wheel and former Raptor Chris (Can I please ride on your coat-tails) Bosh, were losing. Yay. so I continued watching hoping for the Eastern conference to lose even though my Raptors play in the East.
But to my utter enjoyment, the East made a game of it, LBJ was putting up 3-pointer after 3-pointer. It was incredible. Sure they were down by 20 points, but that is when LBJ is at his best, right? because when push came to shove, it was LBJ who missed a key 3, and then Wade dropped a long-bomb pass which would have been an easy lay-up and probable East win. Even on the last shot of the game, LBJ didn’t want to take it, he passed it off.
They choked. He choked.
History repeats itself.
And when the camera panned to LBJ, he was laughing and shrugging his shoulders like it was nothing. Then while being interviewed he played it off even more along the lines of it doesn’t really matter, the game is over.
It does matter. LBJ knows he is not the most popular player in the league and that he is slowly developing a reputation of being a bit of a choke artist. It’s getting to him, and it’s clearly obvious. He wants to win but doesn’t want that last shot. Wade will take it. Kobe will take it. Even Bosh is used to taking it since he was forced to in Toronto.
This is the same LBJ who was so popular in high school that either an agent or the school bought his mother a Hummer and when it was made public they denied it. He’s not cut from a moral cloth to be a role model and to be honest, he’s drinking the cool-aid about how great he is (or thinks he is).
Now having said all this, the Heat will probably win the championship this year… UGH.
On Sunday, I took Linus with me to a volunteer event – we, at the urban daddy household volunteer at least once a month with the kids to give back to the community – and we took part in an hour of yoga while at this event. Let me tell you this… Dads… It was hard. I’m sure the moms have done it numerous times and we all know woman are more flexible anyways, but for me it was tough, but as the program went on, I could really feel the stretch. I was sore after, a little bit sweaty – not like playing ball hockey – but I knew I was in a workout. So then after all the cobra’s, downward dogs, sunset’s, etc., the instructor informed me this was a “beginner” class. OY.
By Monday morning, I realized that my back was not sore when I woke up which told me need to do more yoga!
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So instead of deleting it, I read it over and decided to post it now. I have come to realize that while I am not a political pundit in any way, nor am I a prognosticator, I try to be informed and I do my research so below is what I knew and felt at that time. Have a read and tell me how true a lot of it is…
Here is my Ontario election wrap-up, urban daddy style.
First of all I want to thank the nearly 1000 people who googled “who do I vote for in the Ontario election” and came to my blog on election day. I hope you read what I wrote and it made sense. I was not endorsing the Ontario Conservatives party blindly as a life long conservative, but I felt like I really presented some key facts, not opinions, which seemed to me to be a whole lot of common sense.
I looked at the previous 8 years of Liberal rule in Ontario and I found;
An eHealth scandal in which the minister in charge fled and tried to become Mayor of Toronto
Sex Education being taught to kids in grade 2.
“Smart” meters resulting in higher hydro charges
Green energy act
Another rise in the minimum wage, this one pushing it up to $10.25/hr
Delisting of health care items like chiropractic and physio therapy when our population is aging and are going to need these services.
A whole lot of broken promises
The list goes on.
But after going through yet another Provincial election where voters in Toronto blindly voted red, I awake to the same old and I’m not feeling warm and fuzzy about Ontario. Already this morning, one day after that election news media is reporting that the unemployment rate in Ontario has gone UP. Ontario is fast becoming a have-not province. Yet another finger pointed at Dalton and Co.
But before I continue, I also want to thank WordPress, www.wordpress.com, for adding me to the list of http://botd.wordpress.com/growing-blogs/ of Blogs of the Day – the Fastest Growing Blogs on WordPress.com. I really appreciated that!
So let’s take a look at some people who were re-elected for the Liberals. This is a telling sign for me because if I’m voting for a policy, or a plan (recall: I did vote for notorious left-wing councillor Joe Mihevc as he appeared to be giving my riding what it needs) I have plenty of reasons to support my decision… So I’m not a 100% conservative die-hard. I do look at other factors and vote that way.
I don’t think voters in Toronto know who they elected and I’ll bet if I stood on a street corner and asked questions of the voters they would have no idea.
For example, did you know that;
Monte Kwinter who won in York Centre… Again, has been the MPP in that riding since 1985. 26 years. Monte, bless him, is 80-years-old. Think he’s in touch with the new generation of have-nots coming out of University expecting jobs, and a lifestyle like their parents currently have? Probably not.
What about Mike Colle? He’s been in office since 1999. He was born in 1945, so that makes him a 66-years-old. Is this the future of the Liberal party of Ontario? Yet these guys got in easily because the older voters recognize the names, see the pretty pamphlets and just robotically fill in “Liberal” at the ballot box.
The reason I bring these gentlemen up is not to pick on people for their age. I’m 40, and if I ever chose to run in an election would be doing so later in life, but I know first hand having been in Colle’s riding, beside Kwinters and in the riding of Dr. Eric Hoskins, that these people are invisible to Torontonians. They show up at election time with pamphlets and because they know there are going to get elected. The rest of the time, you could ask 50 people on the street who their MPP is and I’ll bet you 48 of then shrug their shoulders. It’s ridiculous. Invisible.
What’s worse is that by re-electing McGuinty, voters are signing up for more taxes, more user fees and at some point Dalton has to realize that he cannot keep spending, errr, wasting money on stupid projects because the taxpayer is not going to be able to pay for this year over year… Money is tight and once people realize the waste and cuts and costs they’re going to flip out ala the anti-Rob Ford, anti-Stpehen Harper rhetoric in the news every day. So either taxes are going up, or more cuts will be coming, and based on Dalton’s need to have a high minimum wage, I’ll bet he de-lists more items from OHIP. That’s easy, right? Or more user fees (fancy description for taxes).
Let’s just hope he makes the right choice when the City comes to him for subway funding and cough up a ton to create lots of subways and bring Toronto into the 20th century. I doubt that will happen, to be honest.
He’s just not that good of a leader.
But hey, you guys voted for him! Enjoy. Just hope you don’t need a hospital…
Remember, when the Conservatives suggested a two-tiered healthcare system all the people freaked out. Well Ontario, it’s here and not by the Conservatives, but brought in by the Liberals. Now I see why they refuse to fund IVF… It would save the system money year-over-year. Liberals can’t save money. It’s not the way they do things. They de-list and keep things de-listed.
I’m shaking my head.
You should be too.
- C-sections won’t be delisted by OHIP, Health Minister says (urbandaddy.wordpress.com)
Because I’m a giant loser, I find myself not needing to dip into the almost 80 blog posts sitting in my draft folder for this weeks Thursday Thirteen, but instead I felt compelled to reach out to my readers with kids and form a bond.
Below you will find the 13 ways in which I realized I have lost touch with the adult world.
Sit tight and here we go.
13. I saw what appeared to be 2 hookers walking through the side streets near Eglinton and Allen Road last night in mid-town Toronto, on my way home from the office – probably heading to one of the many massage places with neon lights that light up on the very quiet Eglinton strip (pun intended) after dark.
For some reason even I cannot explain, I began singing this following song – out loud – in my car, to the tune of the Dora the Explorer theme;
Do do do DO do DO do… Hookers.
Do do do DO do DO do… Hookers.
Hookers, hookers, HOOKERS on Eglinton.
If you know the theme, you know what I mean.
12. I sit down in front of the television infrequently and instead of checking out the regular stations, Ch22 – Sportsnet, Ch30 TSN, Ch53 Headline sports and Ch 418 the NHL network, my fingers immediately press ch65 which is Treehouse TV. A bad habit indeed because once the kids catch a glimpse of one of their shows the begging begins.
11. Like my kids, I have found myself not caring about the colour of my socks when I head into the office. It used to be black socks for everything unless I’m wearing blue pants, then it would be blue socks and brown socks for brown pants but because my kids regularly wear, for example, an orange shirt, with green pants and red socks, I’m feeling their vibe. I’m not sure those without kids would understand other than to think I’m losing my mind.
10. I heard a song by Anthrax called “I’m Alive” which I really love right now but instead of singing that I find myself singing a children song that has words in it like, Syria, Oman, Pakistan… and what’s worse about this is that Stewie played it for me on my birthday saying “It’s daddy’s favourite song”. He knows it and I don’t. DOH!
9. I needed to move an icon from my iPad into a folder and ended up giving it to Linus to close off once I finally figured out how to move it – UrbanMummy showed me how to move them but not how to turn it off. He knew without hesitation.
8. I needed to get through a level of Plants Vs. Zombies but couldn’t figure out how, so I gave it to Linus and Stewie and they had it done in 2 games. That used to be me…
7. I need to make more guy’s nights out to talk about real world topics not having to do with, or involving diapers, trips, programs or any more to deal with a vasectomy.
6. I have read over 1000 children’s books in the past year, and precisely 1 pleasure book for my interest and it was a Dan Brown book which I polished off in just under 2 weeks.
5. Before my ball-hockey game on Monday night, instead of my normal pre-game ritual of pasta, Advil, tums/rolaids, stretching and very loud aggressive rock to get my mind focussed, I took tips from Linus (who hates hockey and has seen me play twice) and his tips WORKED! In honour of Ron Simmons who is going into the WWE Hall of Fame, I say this; “DAMN”.
4. See the previous discussion about my kids clothing “style” and wonder why it is that I ask them if my clothes match in the morning before I leave for the office. That’s like me asking Urban Mummy who tells me I look fine when the room is pitch black and she cannot see me, and is the first to comment when I arrive home at the ned of the day with; “You wore THAT to work today?!?”
3. As Daddy carpool, I take my kids to karate, swimming, parties, Beavers and any other kid only or family outing (like trips to sleepyville) and I am unable to yell or swear at other cars, bikes or people. I also am banned from singing in the car or listening to my music.
2. I spend so much time in the children’s rooms at night – bedtime routine is happily my task – that my daughter has said to me repeatedly, “You have no bed. Stewie in Stewie’s bed, Linus in Linus’ bed, Mummy in mummy’s bed and Berry in Berry’s big girl bed. you have no bed.” No matter how many times I have tried to convince her than mummy and daddy sleep in the same bed she won’t buy it because she never sees me there. She’s 2. Yet, I try to convince her over and over again. Why is that? It’s a giant waste of time with a 7-year-old, let alone a 2-year-old.
1. I spend my days waking up at 6am when the kids get up. I wipe butts, I smell hands, I smell stinky breath, I deal in diapers (thankfully no more poo). I cook on demand, entertain on demand, feed on demand. I’m their bitch. I keep the TV low at night when watching sports. I have not watched a movie which has suggestive content, the potential for nudity or swearing or inappropriate TV in 7 years. What’s up with that?
- Thursday Thirteen – Thirteen really strange search terms which directed people to my blog. (urbandaddy.wordpress.com)
The Family Day long weekend means rest and relaxation to me and my family. It means a one day break from the daily grind of work, school and programs, and it means time to get some stuff done around the house, like cleaning and organizing and sadly, an extra day of being annoyed at my kids. :)
On this long weekend we sorted, cleaned, ate, slept and played a lot of Cityville.
I realized how exhausted I’ve been since I changed jobs – I’ve been sick with an infection for 5 weeks now – and my energy level is at an all time low. My waist is growing to an all-time high. In the past 5-6 weeks I have managed a few dubious achievements, heights not reached since my early 20’s, as I drank a lot of coffee, ate a lot of McDonald’s and through all those chemicals, caffeine, sugar and fat, still found myself without any energy.
I have visited that wonderful treadmill we bought a month ago just twice. It misses me. I know it does.
I played my first ball-hockey game in 5 weeks on the family day Monday and thank goodness for a 2 hour afternoon nap, because I was beat by the end of the warm-ups. I somehow managed to step it up and had my best game in at least 10 years.
As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, the 21st was my birthday and I think the extra day off from life helped me get some rest and spend non-programmed time with my kids and we all really enjoyed that.
I’m thinking there should be a family day every month, don’t you?
On the actual Family day Monday we took the kids to the Art Gallery of Ontario (we got married there 10 years ago) as there is now a kids area where the kids can draw, colour, dress up, read, play, paint, play table tennis and so much more. The kids created art on Monday which was placed in the gallery under the kids section. They thought it was fun, the parents thought it was cool.
After a couple crowded hours there we headed into Toronto’s Chinatown for some dim sum. It was, as usual, great and because it was so close to my birthday I got an order of the grilled octopus tenticles and shared some with Berry. I was so proud of that stomach, to try something new.
Then home and more rest.
I miss you family day.
What did your family do?
I am totally serious here, folks. I went to school for 12 years (didn’t need grade 13), I went to University for 5 years, and then after taking a bunch of courses here and there, I did a 3 year graduate degree. By my math, that puts me at 20 years of school. Today, I am turning 41-years-old, so that means I have been in school for almost half my life and still, my kids say, do and know things that blow me away.
A few examples are below.
This past weekend I realized that I watch a lot of wrestling on TV, when Mark Henry came on the TV and Linus blurted out, “Hey Stewie! It’s the World’s strongest man, Mark Henry”. Then of course came the questions from Stewie as to whether Mark Henry could have helped me take the treadmill downstairs instead of coach Eric, and if he would have needed just one pinkie or if he could tuck it under his arm and go.
Later in the day I was singing the theme song from new WWE star Brodus Clay and I blurted out, “Gonna call my doctor…” when Berry corrected me and said; “NO, daddy. Gonna call my Momma”… and so she sang, Should she know this???
Later that day, I sang “Gonna call my Momma” when she stopped me and said, “I don’t want to call my momma. I want to call my doctor”, and so she sang.
Another interesting thought from Stewie occurred when he asked the urban mummy if she still had her sweet tooth. Laughing, she said that she did, to which he replied, “Good! Otherwise all food would taste like dirt!”
I love listening to Berry call her brothers. She yells, “Brothers? Where are you brothers?”
Tonight, during dinner, Berry wanted to pee, and I wanted one of her brothers to take her, but she wanted me to take her. I was in the middle of making a batch of homemade pancakes. and really didn’t want to take her. I tried rationalizing with her – a no no, I know – and I explained to her, but when I was about to give up, Stewie blurted out; “Berry! You want ice cream? There is an ice cream truck in the bathroom. Go with Linus.” In a second she was gone to the bathroom with Linus so I could finish making dinner.
Also, we have a rule in the house that the kids are not allowed to climb over the couches. They do anyways, but we try to keep them from using it as a jungle gym. Today, after telling Stewie to stop climbing over the couch for the 7th time, I resorted to some good old fashion attention getting and when he jumped up I took the spatula and whacked him on his little behind. He spun, squinted his eyes at me, frowned disapprovingly at me, then said, “Don’t smack me with that spatula Daddy”. I replied to him, “But I’ve asked you 6 other times not to climb over the couch and I even told you if you did, I would remind you not to, even if it meant smacking your behind – not to hurt, but to help you remember”. At which point, he looked me right in the eyes and said, I’m telling mummy” and on came the tears.
He played me.
Linus got me today too, when someone asked me what 126 + 38 was and as I was calculating it in my head, Linus had already said 164 3 times. Oy.
So after these few examples, I ask you all, parents, have you found your kids do or say things which are way beyond their years? Like when you need your kids to program your iPad, much in the same way your parents needed you to program the VCR.
I’d love to hear your stories too.
- It’s been a while… How are you? (urbandaddy.wordpress.com)
This is also my 800th post. Whew.