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Happy 45th Anniversary

Today is the 45th wedding anniversary of my in-laws, and tonight they had a party at the Holt’s Cafe in downtown Toronto.  A nice time was had by all. 

If you can count back 45 years from 2011, you will get to somewhere in the ’60’s. 1966 to be exact.

So in honour of their 45 years together, I bring you a Saturday version of my Thursday Thirteen, with 13 songs from the 60’s that I think best represents them or their family.  This list is based on the past 11 years that I have known them.

Here gos!

13.  “I’ve Been Loving you too Long (To Stop Now)” by Otis Redding – 45 years… This title says it all.  

12.  “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond – He’s Jewish, we’re Jewish, it’s a really fun song, they can be really fun… It works.

11.  “Uptight (Everything’s Alright)” by Stevie Wonder – I’m just saying.  🙂

10.  “It Was a Very Good Year” by Frank Sinatra

9.  “I Can See for Miles” by The Who – Reminds me of the view of the lake from the cottage window, or the view on the deck watching hte sun rise and set.

8.  “What a Wonderful World” by Louie Armstrong

7.  “These Boots are Made for Walking” by Nancy Sinatra – It’s what I remember best about my MIL.  She always had these boot on.  She also power walks.  So these boots WERE made for walking.  Just not together.

6.  “Everyday People” by Sly and the Family Stone – It’s all about fitting in to your community and helping others as anyone else would. 

5.  “1969” by the Stooges… Another significant year for other reasons!

4.  “Don’t Worry Baby” by the Beach boys – I’ve heard both of them often say “Don’t worry” about many things.  It’s their style.

3.  “Wild Thing” by The Troggs – For the couple that pretty much did what they wanted whenever they wanted.

2.  “Mother In Law” by Ernie K. Doe – Because of all the Mother-in-law horror stories, I really lucked out!

1.  “Only the Strong Survive” by Jerry Butler.  Happy Anniversary!!!

Since my musical tastes are rather unique and it was my uncle who didn’t like my musical tastes in the 1980’s so he lent me two records, sent me home to listen, an asked me to tell him what I thought about this “60’s” music.  The bands… The Doors and Led Zepplin.  I have never looked back.  So below, please find a few of many potential candidates for the top 13 most applicable songs that make me think of my inlaws on their 45th anniversary, plus a whole lot of songs I really like!

Honorable mention to:

“Fist City” by Loretta Lynn

“Stand by your man” by Tammy Wynette

“A Whiter Shade of Pale” by Procol Harum (was my Dad’s favourite song).  🙂

“Unchained Melody ” by the Rightous Brothers – Hello… From Dirty Dancing.  What a classic

“Voodoo Child” by Jimi Hendrix.  Nuff said.  One of the best riffs in music, if only Hulk Hogan didn’t steal and tarnish it.

“You Can’t Always Get What You Want” by The Rolling Stones and VERY true.  You get what you need.

“Manic Depression” by Jimi Hendrix – a true classic!!!

“Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zepplin

“Light My Fire” by the Doors

“Sympathy for the Devil” by The Rolling Stones

“The Kids are Alright” by The Who.

“Dazed and Confused” by Led Zepplin

Pretty much anything by the Beatles – Help!, You can’t buy me love, I am the Walrus, I saw her standing there, a hard days’ night, yesterday, strawberry fields…

and I could go on…

Which songs from the 60’s get you moving, or you would play for your kids?

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Thursday Thirteen

Today’s Thursday Thirteen focusses on 13 plain dumb ass band names – mainly gathered from listening to Octane on my XM Radio.

I would have had an easier time pulling this list from the XM Lithium station, however I find there are way too many alternative bands with just plain stupid names. Listening to Octane made it that much more challenging but I’m pretty sure I got a great list!

So sit back and check out this list.  Be prepared to tell me if you agree or disagree and surely, you must know one too…

13. Skillet – oh yes. This was the band name that gave me this idea., Someone thought to name their band after a fucking frying pan. Dumb asses

12. Brother – Huh? Brother?!? Really. Not only is that dumb but lame too. Then again, it could have been…

11. Viva Brother – Ohhhh. Really? WTF is that name?!?

10. Death Cab for Cutie – Seriously, right? Someone signed this band to a label / helped them produce some music. Probably giggling the whole time.

9.   Dum Dum Girls – Enough said!

8.   Passion Pit – Was this not the diner that the kids from Beverly Hills 90125 used to hang out at drinking sodas and talking about being such wholesome rich kids?!?  Oh, that was the Peach Pit… Same crap.

7.   Art of Dying – Is there an art of dying?!?  Sure… Listen to this band.  I might make you want to die.

6.   Duck Sauce – Any band that releases a song – which has become a bit of a hit I must say… On the kids stations – which consists of just music and a voice saying “Barbra Streisand” over and over and over again, must be same Soya sauce.  Or was it Sweet and Sour sauce?!?  Ah, no, it was Duck Sauce…

5.  Madam Adam – Is this band related to Penny with a Penis???  I’m sorry I asked that… I don’t want to know!

4.   Arctic Monkeys – Errr, okay.  Nothing better came to mind here than arctic monekys…Yikes.

3.   10 Years – 10 Years to what?  10 years from what?  I don’t understand.  10 years to make it big, 10 years in jail. or it took 10 years to come up with this dumb ass band name.  Maybe you needed 10 more years than you could call yourselves the Arctic Monkeys… 

2.   Breaking Benjamin – Really?  Breaking Benjamin… In half?  WTF is all I have to say.

1.   Hoobastank – Yeah.  Hoobastank.  Might as well be Hooba-skank for all we know.  I’m sorry here, but a pitiful name is a pitiful name.

So what do you have?!?

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Today is June 21st, the First Day of SUMMER!!!

Today, June 21st, is the first day of summer, or specifically, the summer solstice.

So what does this mean to you?

Well, my kids know today is the first day of summer and both are expecting something to “poof” at 1:16pm when summer becomes official. I tried telling then that the word “solstice” comes from Latin and essentially means “Sun-standing”, and that today meant more thousands of years ago then it does today, but they still have questions.

So what information about the first day of summer can you tell your 4 and 6 year olds… Well, try this;

Today is the day – and 1:16pm is the time – when the Earth’s axial tilt is leaning the most towards the sun, resulting in the longest time from sunset to sunrise, or the longest day of the year (and shortest night).

In a little more detail – today, the North Pole tilts directly at the Sun (be prepared to answer questions about poor Santa) and the Sun is at it furthest point from the equator.

What you might not want to tell them;

“Midsummer was thought to be a time of magic, when evil spirits were said to appear. To thwart them, Pagans often wore protective garlands of herbs and flowers. One of the most powerful of them was a plant called ‘chase-devil’, which is known today as St. John’s Wort and still used by modern herbalists as a mood stabilizer.”

Thank you to

You can also explain to them that many, many years ago ancient peoples used to celebrate the magical sun as a recognition of sign of the fertility, involving holidays, festivals, gatherings, rituals or other celebrations around this day.

So go find a Pagen or Native Canadian / American and ask them how they celebrate this wonderful day and if you’re lucky, you might just get invited to join.

Posted in family, Life, Linus

Please do not call your child a “Dumb Ass”

I accidentially called my son a “Dumb Ass” on the weekend.

Not because he opened the back door before the house alarm was disabled, not because he constantly makes his brother cry out, “NO LINUS”, and certainly not because he puts more effort into being a pain in the ass, than being a good kid… I actually don’t know why I called him that, I think it just slipped out.

To be honest – that excuse sucks – “I don’t know”. It’s an excuse I hear from him all the time.

Me: “Linus, why did you try to push your brother off the kitchen stool?”
Linus: “I don’t know”.

Me: “Linus, why did you push that girl at school?”
Linus: “I don’t know”.

Me: “Linus, why did you use a screwdriver and etch your name into your brother’s wall, then blame it on him when you know he can’t write?”
Linus: “I don’t know”.

Well, I know why I called him that and why he frustrates me so much. IT’s because he reminds me too much of me when I was that age – save for the fact that his is smarter and way cuter.

I don’t want him struggling through life being the class clown – with people laughing at him instead of with him – then getting older without having any friends and having people look at you like your a giant loser / idiot / dumb ass day in and day out. It’s hard work!

The main differences I see right away is that this boy has a LOT of confidence and we encourage him to ne his own boy, but he has got to be respectful, which I was, but he is not! That is my only must for him. He must behave and be kind. I expect it from him and we battle over this. His biggest issues to date surround respecting others personal space.

But enought about Linus…

In general, feel it IS better to be a dumb ass than a smart ass, right?!?

So who else is a dumb ass… Let me tell you who. The woman in the Tim Horton’s drive-through who parked on the other side of the path and walked over to the microphone to place her very LONG, complicated coffee / lunch order. If she really wanted to walk, and order something that crazy, she should have gone inside. It’s called a drive-through, not a drive in, park, get out, order and hold up everyone else-through… dumb ass.

Then again, when she went to pick up and pay for her food, she parked far enough to the side that she had to again get out of her car to grab her food and pay, but close enough that when she opened her door she smashed it up against the brick wall. Ouch. Dumb ass indeed.

And then there was a family a Home Depot… I was there to get a key for our house for our nanny who lost hers. While there I saw they had some beautiful raspberry and grape plants that were huge, on sale, and already flowering so I picked up 6 of them.

They are heavy.

I went to the checkout line and witnessed this exchange;

An elderly woman who appeared to have severe athritis was in line with a potted flower and 2 bags of soil.

A very tall, pretty woman walked over to her with a packet of seeds in her hand and asked the woman if she would mind, if she went ahead of her.

The elderly woman agreed.

Then once in line, this womans father rolled up with his trolly full of plants and soil and together they explained to the elderly woman that they were together.

The elderly woman was frustrated but let them go ahead, the whole time I was behind the elderly woman holding 6 heavy plants.

Man these people took forever. The cashier was in training and once they were finally checked out, this family – now 4 of them – needed help getting their stuff to their car. So after much debate (I would have said, take your fucking plants to your fucking car and get the fuck out of here – or something like that), the son went and got their car and did what I have never seen anyone do before…

He backed his SUV up over the sidewalk, in between the aisles of plants and right up to the exit of the garden centre so that neither he, nor anyone else could get out.

Then he opened the trunk and sat inside while they waited for someone to come put their stuff inside.

After a good 5 minutes, the father grabbed the stuff and tossed it inside, but then the entire family went back inside the store.

Dumbfounded, we all stood outside realizing that no one could escape the garden centre until the truck was moved and the new cashier was going to shit his pants because now the elderly woman needed help getting those bags of soil to her car.

Finally someone much more senior showed up, saw the car, freaked out that it was there, then proceeded to walky-talky the store to have it removed.

By that time, but the woman and Ihave managed to wiggle though the plants area and escaprre for light, fresh air and food and water.

That, my friends, makes this family a family of dumb-asses.


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Father’s Day 2011 – What it means to be a father of 3 awesome children.

Today is Fathers’ Day.  It is 2011, and my kids are now 6-years-old, 4-years-old and 1 1/2 years-old.  I look much older than I presently am, but somehow my wife looks younger, and more incredible than she did the day I met her.

Today was supposed to be a very busy day.  Not as busy as Mother’s Day, mind you, but I have absolutely no complaints about that because until men begin pushing out babies, it should be that way.

Here is how Father’s Day went down this Sunday;

First off, I typed “Father’s Day” into Twitter as part of a tweet wishing a wonderful day to all single dads, new dads, first time dads and dads in general.  I was promptly corrected by a follower who said that “Father’s Day” should not be capitalized, and that it should have read “fathers’ day”, instead.  Oops.  So thank you for the correction.  You know who you are.

The day started with my 6-year-old Stewie asking me about my father (who passed away suddenly when I was 29-years-old, and a year before we started creating our family.  He told me that he “wished my father was still alive”.

It got me thinking about my Dad on a day where I selfishly enjoy the forced adoration my children and family give me.  I needed that.

So over breakfast, Stewie, Linus and I chatted about what a father’s day breakfast should entail, as I used to cook great breakfasts for my father and myself growing up.  Those were some of my fondest memories.

Once I told them plenty of breakfast stories, Linus asked me where my Dad is buried and that he really wants to visit the cemetery and see the headstone.  I’m not sure he’s ready.  I’m sure that Stewie is not ready.  I don’t know why I feel this way but I do.  My family has never been big cemetery visitors, preferring instead to have that person live on in our memories.

I changed the topic and instead we sat down and talked about my Dad some more, and went into greater detail about what a father’s day / weekend breakfast should look like.

I’m not sure how we ended up here, but I played Harry Chapin’s “Cats in the Cradle” for the boys.  Linus clearly understood the message in this song as within hours, he was asking me to play with him so I didn’t wind up like the dad in that song.

We spend some time together watching How To videos on YouTube and we decided that his day was going to be spent together, as a family, doing family things.

Every day is fathers’ day / Father’s Day!

I don’t need a day to remember that.  I’m thankful to have such great kids and to have such an awesome wife who made me a father.

Happy Father’s Day!