Cavemen Commercials

Anyone else find those Cavemen commercials extremely annoying?

I see them and I want to write to that company and tell them that I would never buy their product / use their service.

But to be honest, I’m so put off by that caveman, that I don’t even remember what products / services are being advertised.

Good job marketing department. Turn away viewers… No lose that stupid caveman!


All in a days work for this Urban Daddy: Kids, Interviews, Bomb Threats and Sweat.

Today was the first day in over 2 years that we were Nanny-free (she is on vacation from Wednesday this week until Monday next week) and boy did this day get started on the wrong foot for everyone, especially for me.

To begin, Linus appeared in our room at 3am this morning but not to sleep, there was something bothering him and so he spent the next couple of hours doing his impersonation of a blender as he tossed and turned, talked, cried and melted down when his mummy turned her back on him to go back to sleep.  It’s so cute how much they love their mummy.  Maybe I’m just a little jealous.

So in a moment of self-sacrifice, my wife sent me out of our bed and into his room so that I could get some sleep before a very big day for me.  That was a very kind gesture, however, his bedroom does not have a clock in it as of yet, so my plan to leave the house at 7:30am did not come to fruition and my 9am interview almost started without me.

I had a 9am job interview, and I really needed time to get cleaned up, put on my rarely used – somewhat tight suit and really uncomfortable dress shoes and then walk 15 leisurely minutes to the subway to go downtown.

My hope was that this interview would be the first of many – or the one – to get me out of the government.  I’ve done all that I can there and I need more challenges.  Nothing personal.  I found that the more I remained there the more complacent I became and that now after 3-years of accounting courses and almost completed my MBA, I was ready for a bigger challenge and the Director of the tax office agreed with me.  Problem is that the government is business casual – for me at least – since I meet clients regularly, so my suit is a little tight and my dress shoes a little uncomfortable.  I was worried that my 15 minute walk to the subway would kill my feet or I would arrive sweating, especially given the fact that I was running the risk of being late!

I made it to the interview with 15 minutes to spare – so on-time and I was quite worked up.  I needed a few seconds to walk around and cool down.

Given that it is summer-time, I calmly hopped back on the subway and hiked into the office.  Being in a suit was certainly going to draw the attention of my colleagues and peers and in anticipation of the “did you just come from a job-interview” question, I had prepared the following response; “No, I was at a funeral.”  I only needed to use it once, and the person took me seriously until I winked and was prepared to lose the jacket at my desk when I entered the premises.

On my way into the office, I noticed a familiar face walking towards me… It was Josh-O (Haley-O’s husband). So I grabbed him and forced him to come across the street with me to Starbucks, where I forced him once more to let me buy him a coffee. We chatted. He’s a nice guy and he’s really smart.  It was LONG overdue that we met up for coffee.

So once coffee was over, I went into the office and took off my suit jacket, tie and changed my shoes to a much more casual looking (and much more comfortable shoe) and that was when this already odd day, got even more awkward.

A couple of hours later I ventured across the street for a coffee from Tim Horton’s I noticed two firetrucks descending on my office building, from different sides, yet no one was evacuating the building.  As I waited for traffic to clear in order to cross the street, 4 more firetrucks pulled up and an ambulance drove up on the island right beside me.  I crossed the street, entered the building and asked the concierge what was happening and she said nothing to her knowledge.  We both watched 2 more firetrucks pull up.  So I raced up to my desk, notified my manager of what was about to happen – grab my stuff – and at that moment the alarm came on.

Normally, the concierge comes on and acknowledges that an alarm was pulled, and what the problem was and whether or not we should evacuate. In this case, the Fire Chief came on, and indicated that a bomb was found and that we should evacuate ASAP.  A bomb.

I made it down 6-storey’s in the building when the Fire Chief came back on the loud-speaker and told us that the situation was under control and that we should return to our desks. Instead of turning around in the stairwell – still full of people coming down – I walked to the lobby, turned back to the elevators and went back up to my desk.

I sat at my desk for about 5 minutes, logged in to my computer and began to work when I had this eerie feeling that I was alone, so I stood up and realized that I was the only person on the floor, so I did what every guy would do, I called my wife to let her know what was going on.  Soon after she answered, I spun to look out the window where I noticed that the police had blocked the street with 6 police cars and were frantically taping off the street to keep cars and people away from the building.  The building that I was still in.  Alone.  Working.

I suggested to my wife that I might be getting a little worried when she provided me with some sage advice, “get the hell out of the building ASAP”. So I packed up my stuff and took the elevator to the main floor.  I again walked over to the concierge and again asked what was going on.   This time she advised me there was a letter bomb scare and that the letter bomb was right there – she pointed to a letter on the floor about 10 feet from us.  You see, the police had roped off the building, there were 10 police cars, 10 fire trucks, an ambulance, 2 helicopters already in the sky overhead of the building and the bomb squad were on the way.  Everyone was across the street looking on, and me, I was in the middle of the action wondering how did this happen…

So I asked to be removed from the building and was thankfully escorted into the middle of an empty Yonge Street.  Helicopters hovering above me, police and firemen everywhere and me, standing alone in the middle of a roped off area.

I headed outside the secure zone for about an hour taking in the whole scene before heading to the subway to go home as many already had.

I joined my family at a birthday party, and after that we headed home for bath and bed time routine, then I sat down to type this post and try to make heads or tails of my crazy day.

What a long day.


All in a day’s work, I guess.



I don’t normally like to write about my feelings in my blog, it’s not for that. I remember how I feel at certain points in my life and don’t need to write it here to remember it. Today, however, is a little different.

You see today I had an opportunity to – as I was promised – to be a part of an exclusive party at my in-laws cottage which would have in attendance several senior employees of a company that I would not be adverse to working at. It has been my intention, now 2 courses and three months from completing my MBA, to seek employment that I would find challenging and which would provide me an opportunity to advance my career. While not the most ideal fit for me, this company is in the top 3.

So over the past few weeks, I was advised to get my resume (or CV) together and find some positions in this company that would be a good fit, and that the people at this party would be able to get me a job in their firm… I could be one of them and not in the government where I am VERY unhappy. So I worked really hard on my resume, found a few really awesome jobs that I would really enjoy, dressed up nice and came prepared to shmooze my way to a long awaited career change.

What happened today was very disappointing for me – and really it was my fault for expecting, believing, that something was going to happen.

There is a LOT to be said about the expression, No expectations, no disappointments… I had expectations and boy was I disappointed.

Turns out my father-in-law had invited 2 guys he met at Starbucks – one of which was selling flowers 2 months ago – to this day at the cottage as he had helped them develop a product which they came to pitch to this company today. My FIL was very proud of these boys and they were thrilled to have this opportunity. It was all very surreal to me because I’ve been in the family for 8 years now and my FIL and I have had an OK relationship, but never a great one. He treats us great, but individually I never got the feel that he really respected me. We have only ever hung out once, and I don’t feel like he really ever took me seriously, and why should he? I married his only daughter, gave him two beautiful grandchildren and really don’t cause any problems in the family. I don’t get it.

I mean that. I don’t get it. On a day when I expected to be able to discuss career opportunities, I did not even get that far. His two Starbucks proteges were the talk of the day, to the extent that I might not have even existed.

I did get asked one question from one of the VP’s about what I was doing now which I partially anwered before I’m sure he became bored of hearing me talk and turned to have another conversation.
This day was NOT for me. I gave my resume to one of his colleagues and she left in on the cabinet by the door and when he left, not even a good-bye.

I guess, as UrbanMummy speculated, the people from this company were there to have a good time and maybe a small pitch on the side would have been okay, but after this big sell for the two boys, trying to force me in there too was too much for the VP to take, so he let it be… and so shall I.

Today was a waste of a day for me, emotionally, I put a lot of hope into this day and it turned out to be a big zero! The rest of the day was fun – good food, my kids had fun, UM made an awesome show of herself asking great questions and with he knowledge of relevant information (asking GREAT questions). But for me. Pfffffft.

Back to the drawing board.

I’ll have to remind myself every morning. No expectations… No disappointments.

Mary, Mary Quite Contrary… How Does Your Garden Grow?

… Why does my garden grow… Without veggies???

This really disappoints me.

You see UrbanMummy and I decided to grow our plants from seed this year. We went to a seed show, picked out a fabulous selection of heirloom seeds, crazy stuff like; “Hale’s Best Melon pre-1923”, Coloured Carrot Mix, “Garden Peach” Tomatos, Romanesco Broccoli, Black Beauty Zucchini, Sweet Basil, Roman Chamomile from the 13th century, Vegetable Spagetti Squash from the 1890’s and Chocolate Peppers, to name a few.

So all these plants made it into the ground – a week or two later than they probably should have – but once the squirrls and raccoons had their way – we were left with a pretty good selection of plants which have grown out of control… tall, full, flowering plants… but without any fruit.

We have tiny green tomatoes, nothing ripe. Tiny cucumbers, nothing ready. Tiny peppers, nothing close to ready. It’s all there, but I don’t know if it is going to be ready in time for the cold to come. It is mid-August afterall in Toronto and that means, its going to be getting colder soon. Oh oh. All that work, of getting the seeds planted and making sure the kids and cats didn’t destroy them, then the outdoor animals, it looks like all we are going to have is this pretty garden.

A pretty empty one.

So how does my garden grow???



Ramblings about nothing, except contaminated toys from China and Toronto sports teams trading for damaged goods…

First off a shout out to Josh-O – hubby of the talented Ms. Haley-O of Cheaty Monkey fame, whom I continue to brush off for coffee because of vacations, work, volunteer commitments, sports and other events. Josh was trying to explain to me why their “loud” floral couch was sitting on their front lawn for the past few days… I walk by their house from home to the subway and the subway to home, when the elevator rudely shut on our conversation… I guess this mean I am going to have to pony up for a Starbucks to hear the rest of the story.

In stupid Toronto Maple Leafs news, it would appear that the Maple Leafs traded for a player named Mark Bell who is going to jail after the season for 6 months – yikes… I think its time for front office overhaul. John Ferguson Jr is clearly not trying to make this team better. Bell, I predict will be out of this league within 3 years.

This move looks and smell like the Toronto Blue Jays signing of Mike Sirotka. Anyone care to disagree???

Toronto teams cannot continue trading for damaged goods.


The rest of this post may contain foul language.

Fucking Toys!

Fucking toys from China containing lead and other shit…

Would anyone have cared if the Canadian authorities not turned up this information? The Chinese company would have just continued shipping their toys to our children – who would have played with these toys, and once the paint chipped, played with it still, and been exposed to a potentially harmful contaminant. So what does the president of this toy company do once he and his company’s name have been exposed??? Hangs himself in the boardroom of his company… Coward.

Does this not send a STRONG message to us parents??? Buy locally! Buy wood toys. Buy smarter.