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Victoria’s Secret founder settles lawsuit over the ownership of a rare, $20M Ferrari racing car — National Post – Top Stories


Handout, Bonhams1954 Ferrari 375-Plus A dispute over the ownership of a 1954 Ferrari racing car that Victoria’s Secret founder Les Wexner bought for 10.7 million pounds (nearly $20 million) was settled before a U.K. trial was scheduled to start. Wexner, who bought the Ferrari at a Bonhams auction in 2014 through Copley Motorcars, joined up…

via Victoria’s Secret founder settles lawsuit over the ownership of a rare, $20M Ferrari racing car — National Post – Top Stories

I’m only sharing this because my middle child, Stewie LOVES cars and he’s always asking me what the most expensive or rarest cars are…

Here, Stewie!  This one’s for you.  If you want to buy it, I suggest getting a job… A well paying job.  Or create something, or start a tech company, but use those smarts and tech skills for good, not evil!  😉

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THIS is What Weighs on the Minds of the Youth of Today…


I wish that I could get into the head of my children!

It seems to be WAY more fun in there, than in the “real” world and sometimes you can just tell when you look at them that they are off in their own world probably having a great time.

Sometime I forget that children possess a combination of curiosity, and I-don’t-care in the way they look at life and when you take into account their naivety, and their innocence, its no wonder they want to be in their own little world.

But to hear what they are thinking about can come at an unexpected time and can often be refreshing and hilarious, take for example the comment blurted out in the car by my son Stewie;

“By the time I am ready to buy a car there won’t be any good license plates left…”

Ummmm…

Yes, that might be the case, my wife and I struck with silence and as processed this odd comment, and of course, he was not finished, so he completed his thought with this;

“I’ll get stuck with a sucky license plate like Poop-so.”

So not only was he concerned that all of the good license plates will have been taken in, what, 10-15 years when he will have his own car,  but he has actually given thought to what that license plate he will be stuck with, will say.

“Poop-so”.

Well, son, Poop-so is a pretty cool license plate.

 

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Dinks, Doinks, Clowns and Jerks… How our conversation on the ride home from school progressed…


If only I could record everything that my children say which is either clever, hilarious or unexpected… They’re awesome and I love having conversations with them, or just listening to them, as they grow up.

The ride home from school was no exception.  It began with my play-by-play recap of my ball-hockey game last night, actually both my ball hockey games – back-to-back, but thinking about it now, I’m not sure they asked so much as I wanted to tell them.  LOL.  During the first game, I was one of three defensemen then moved to become one of 5 forwards.  There was a lot of running and there is nothing I like more than getting my money’s worth and running my ass of at these games!

What I wanted to tell my kids was about one play where an opposition player ran a pick play on me, and then my reaction.  My hope is always that by taking the higher road, I can teach my children how to react in situations like these and keep them from doing or saying something which can cause them pain or suffering.

So on this play, and I’m a big guy, the opposing player caught me with a knee in my thigh as I was chasing his teammate around the net trying to scoop the ball off of his stick.  That hit sent me flying and I was upset there was no penalty called because our team needed to score and the power play would have helped, not because he took a cheap shot which hurt like heck.

I thought I could still draw the penalty, so I called the guy exactly what I thought he was… a clown.

He flipped out.  He said to me, “What? You called me a clown?”

“Yes” I replied. “You’re a Clown! Who else knees someone in the thigh while they are chasing someone… a clown.  It suits your playing style and ability since they’re both a joke.”

He thought about it, and laughed.

I took two or three steps away from him – walking towards the bench – when I turned, looked back at him and said “I HATE clowns.”

He flipped out.

The referee stepped in to keep him from getting to me, and he was yelling all kinds of stuff but all I heard was, “blah, blah, blah.”  He eventually got a penalty for unsportsmanlike conduct.  I was sore, but all smiles on the bench.

The rest of the game he kept his distance from me.

So I told this story to my kids – explaining how I didn’t fight, or try to hurt him, because that is not nice, and I didn’t yell or swear at him, because we don’t do that.  I expected a meaningful dialogue about respect, sportsmanship, and playing hard but not going over the edge, or about keeping emotions in check… But instead I got this question right away;

“Daddy, if you don’t like clowns did you like former WWF (now WWE) wrestler Doink the Clown?”

“No”, I said. “Only when he turned bad and became evil Doink.”

Then this came out of my mouth…

“I mean clowns might as well be called what they really are… Jerks. I mean who else hides their face under white make-up, a wig and a fake nose so that they can spray water in your face or make you shake their hands where they have the hand buzzer… A jerk does that.”

My other son then asked; “What about Dink? Doink’s son?”

I replied, “I think naming a wrestler “dink” is always a bad idea since when I was growing up a “dink” was either the name kids called their penis or a name for a small metal car (dinky cars).”

“So Dink was a penis?” my brilliant child asks?

“No”, I said. “It’d be like saying Penis’ Penis… Oh, forget it.”

Then I changed the topic.

🙂

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Of Poo, Sleep and Excess…


This morning on my wonderful walk to the subway I passed, not 1, not 2, but 3 Porsche SUV’s either driving or parked in my area. Everytime I look at one of those cars it makes me scratch my head that people would actually buy these things. Firstly, what message does it give to your children… “Don’t worry kiddies, we are superficial and you will be too. It’s all about the name”. Secondly, gas is over $1.00 a litre and with all this crap in the Middle East over oil, it’s about time more of these Porsche SUV owners get out of their cars and do what I do every day… Walk to the subway.

Worse, its that some of these SUV’s are 2 blocks from the Yonge subway. 2 blocks!  Thirdly, and I had to look this one up – while the price of the 2007 SUV ranges from $5oK – $93K (USD) does the world need more of these cars, or Hummer’s or that friggin huge Cadillac Escalade. Can you see around that thing when you drive? These things start at $56K and seat 24. They are excess x10.
From that crap, to the other crap…

As parents, once our kids hit that special age we decide we want them to start using the potty for poo and pee, and we run out and buy a little potty, sit it on the floor – usually in the bathroom – and expect a child to use it.  I have observed in The Urban Daddy household that our son walked by it for months looking suspiciously at it as if it was going to chase him down and bite his leg.  He was not curious, did not want to try that or even figure out what it was.

So I was more than a little surprised yesterday morning when my little boy – who not 3 weeks ago gave up his crib and pacifier within 3 days of each other, came into our bedroom and announced that he wanted to go poo AND pee in the potty so he could get that firetruck we’ve been offering him for 2 weeks.  He ran to the bathroom, took off his pj’s, his diaper and sat down with a truck and book and waited for us to come and sit with him. It was cute. He does sit there every now and then, usually at our prompting… well, always at our prompting.

But then there was poo… a LOT of poo. I mean a LOT. Neither of us wanted to go near it. UGH. I think at that moment, while he was jumping up and down, clapping and smiling, pointing at the poo, saying “I did it!!!” I was wishing he had done that in a diaper.  LOL.

There must be a better way!

Sleep: Got almost 7 hours last night! 7 hours! That is 2 nights sleep, in ONE night! I’m practically giddy.