Posted in Community, disaster, family, Life

What to do if you Witness an Accident in Toronto?

I had a very interesting day yesterday and I’m left wondering what to do with the information I have about an accident I witnessed yesterday afternoon.

I was on my way back from a visit with my friends at Creative Hockey Development who had their March Break camp at Chesswood Arena, and on my way to pick up my two oldest children from their day at The Monkey Vault.

I was driving South on Keele Street in the left-lane, and just approaching the traffic light just north of the 401 (south of Wilson Avenue) when the light turned amber.  There was a car in front of me, so I took my foot off the gas, and began to brake.

At the moment that I began to brake, the car beside me and a bit behind me, in the middle lane slammed his foot on the gas and accelerated towards the intersection.

As I was the second car in line, when I heard the acceleration, I looked up towards the intersection to see that the light was red, and there was a car turning left (heading West) crossing in front, and then I saw the car beside me enter the intersection and hit the car making the turn.

Fortunately, the car making the turn was aware enough to turn away from the car, limiting the impact to the drivers side door such that both cars ended up facing almost southbound, side-by-side.

They both popped out of their cars and looked at the damage – thankfully.

I couldn’t stop in the middle of the intersection, but I felt that the poor driver making the turn would be charged, when it was totally the car beside me who was at fault.

I circled trying to get close enough to hand my car to the driver who was hit, but by the time I made it near, tow trucks were already moving the cars.

I looked online and much of the information relates to hit-and-run accidents, which this was not.

In those cases, it is recommended to provide police with as much information as possible, including:

  • Your name, address and contact details
  • Time and place of the hit and run incident
  • Licence plate number of the fleeing vehicle
  • Vehicle description (colour, make & model)
  • Driver’s description
  • Description of what I saw.


Undaunted, I found this information from an article by the Globe and Mail;

Constable Melissa Wutke, with B.C. RCMP traffic services recommends, “If you witness an accident – and don’t just see the aftermath – you have to call police to tell them what you saw.  If you pull over immediately to report this collision, it is appropriate to dial 911. If it is hours after the collision and you call once you are at your destination, please use the non-emergency line to the police department nearest to where the collision occurred.”

So I will gather my information and provide it 12 Division and see what happens…

What would you have done?

Maybe a better question, what would you want others to have done if you were the car that was hit?

Posted in Daddy, Life, Sports, urbandaddyblog

Yup… I finally ran this morning…

I finally went for a run this morning, and it was a brief one, yet it was a LONG time coming.  It’s been 3 months since I tore my calf muscle playing ball hockey and while my ball hockey team forages ahead without me, I could only stretch so much…

So I hopped on the treadmill, set the speed to 5km/h and the incline to a whopping “1”, and after 17 minutes of brisk walking, I ran for 4 minutes.  4 long, tiring minutes waiting for my lungs to jump out of my chest or my calf muscle to tweak.

Neither happened.

So I walked for 2 minutes, then ran for 2 more minutes.

Then I could go no more.

So I stretched some more, took a quick shower and got on with my day.  It only took me 2 hours to cool my body down for that teeny-weeny run.  A testament to how awful my conditioning has become.

Hopefully this is the start of something positive because I want to drop 15lbs before summer vacation and eventually get back to playing ball hockey.

To do that I’ll need to be able to run for 30 minutes regularly and easily…

It really is harder to get back into playing shape as you age!  Especially when you can’t exercise that hard…

At least I ran today.  Hopefully this puts me on the road to recovery!

Posted in family, health, Life

Randomness for a Friday… You “like” me, you really, really “like” me…

Hey there urban daddy fans.  Thank you for taking the time to hit up Facebook and “like” me.  Each “like” is much appreciated and every time another one comes through in my monthly stats I really appreciate it… That being said…

Did you know I just passed 20,000 hits.   Cool eh?  I moved this blog from Blogger to WordPress around 3 years ago and with that change, I came here with zero hits.  So taking into consideration the fact that my visits to my own blog do NOT count, I’m really happy with the support.  IF my hits DID count, I’d be at a million hits already.  LOL

So, on Wednesday nights after work, I race home to take my boys to their swimming classes.  After swimming, the boys have a shower, then we all race home and my wife and I got the kids ready for bed – we have a grat bedtime routine that involves books, flossing, brushing, snack and some one-on-one time.  

Last Wednesday, the boys were in bed fairly easily, but our daughter – Berry – who was in bed wanted nothing to do with sleeping.  As a matter of fact at one point I tried to pick her up when she said to me, “Let go!”   Oh no… She’s mastered “no”.  When she said “no Daddy” it broke my heart.  Then she saw my reaction and kept saying it with the world’s biggers smile on her face.  Bun Dit.

So I yanked her out of bed, we walked around, talked, ate, etc, and she finally saw her crib again, at 9pm, I then jumped in the car set to go have wings and beer with my friends, then off to see the accountant (she is working from 9-midnight until the May 2nd tax filing deadline here in Canada.  On my way back I was going to drop off a ladder at my in-laws that I borrowed 4-5 months ago.

But sometimes not all well thought out plans fall into place… I did met up with the boys at Duff’s on Bayview Avenue, south of Eglinton.  I was about an hour late, so I quickly order a Rickards White – came with an orange slice which I thought was odd – and a small order of medium chicken wings (10 wings).  Normally I have wings at St. Louis Bar and Grill and their medium is quite tame, so I went with the medium here too.  It was when they came that I noticed they were this funny orange colour.  The guys at my table were surprised that I ordered “hot” wings.  Even after I said they were medium, the guys still seemed impressed.  It wasn’t until I ate my first wing – mouth on fire – when I noticed the servers had t-shirts explaining that the medium are hot.  The hot are very hot.  Hmmmm.

So I ate, drank, and ate some more, trying not to spill on my white shirt and trying not to look like the noob who ordered wings too hot to eat.  I think I pulled it off.

Guess what?!?

I spilled all over the bottom of my shirt. 

Oh well.

I ate 9 of the 10 wings and, with no water, (had a sucker – because it was there) I grabbed a pitcher of water from the server and drank.  Whew.

We all watched the 2 hockey games on TV – both game 7’s – and cheered while the Habs lost and the Bolts won.

Then we slowly headed out and towards our cars.  It was then I realized it was 10:30pm, so too late to go to the accountant and too late to go return the ladder.  With my gym clothes in the car, and already partially dressed in running attire, I pulled into my driveway at 11pm, stripped off my clothes and on a stomach full of wings, and beer I took off for a run.

I had mentally mapped out a route in my new neighbourhood that I suspected was around 5km and realistically, hoped I would make it at least to the end of the block.  I did.  Then I decided to keep moving so I hit the end of that street, about 5 blocks in length, and I continued on. 

While running and still trying to keep note of where Iwas, I had thought if I turned right, the road would curve and take me back to my street.  I turned and ran… and ran… and ran… and when I was totally lost, I saw a main street in front of me that I thought was really cvlose to my house.  Just a little longer.  I ran towards this main street and as I approached it I was stunned to find it was not the main street I had hoped for, and I wasn’t sure whether to turn left or right.  I stopped, walked a little, then realized I was on the opposite street I thought I was running towards, and after a few minutes of walking I found my street and ran across it home.  4.1km, 27 minutes.


How messed up has this week been for me???

On Monday I dressed up in my grey dress shirt, black dress pants and black shoes, only to realize later in the day that my pants were blue, not black, then on Tuesday I put my contact lenses in the wrong eyes for the first time ever.   I started wearing contract lenses when I was 19. 


It donned on me when I was driving and I couldn’t see the countdown at each intersection.  It was a giant blur to me.  I was convinced when I couldn’t see my computer at the office.  I figured either they were in the wrong eye – and I was extremely over-tired – or either I had a detached retina, or was having a stroke.  Fun being 40!!!

Have you ever done that before?

Posted in family

Longest 15 minute run of my life.

I’m back and I feel like a giant sack of crap and that is better than I thought I would feel after my first real attempt at running in over a year.

I was really hoping to be able to get out tonight at run to at least the corner (LOL) without my lungs feeling like they were coming up through my throat and I far exceeded those expectations making it 7 blocks before feeling fatigued – all up hill, I may add – and then I trudged along at a slower speed back 6 1/2 blocks before giving it up and walking for a couple blocks to “unwind”.

So all that took me probably close to 11 or 12 minutes and I tend to run quite fast but this attempt tells me some very important things;

1) I’m 40 and still the sack of shit I was at 39, but older.

2) I need to lose weight!

3) My foot felt zero pain from the callous incident which required some skillful cutting from my doctor, following by some freezing and application of acid which fucking kills once the freezing wears off and the swelling starts (which she forgot to mention!)  After that the skin turns colours nad begins to fall off, but presto, no sore spot on the ball of my foot which caused me pain for 6 months.

4) I still may need to do physio on my left achilles as it may have been tight after.  If that is the case then I’m looking into the numbness in the toes on my left foot after prolonged exercise which I’m pretty sure can be tied into the herniated disk in my back from 4 years ago.

5) I need a cool running pouch to hold my keys, iPod shuffle and probably some ID incase somethng happens – I’m 40 you know.

6) I might want to get back into running a little earlier than 11:45pm as I’m exhausted to begin with… Now off to shower, then back to work.

7) This website is cool!  Mapped out my route and told me that I covered 1.126KM in the 11 or so minutes. 

Here’s to hoping I can move tomorrow and that my PC finds the performance appraisals I completed so I won’t have to do them all over again tonight or in the morning!

Posted in Baby Boy, family, Life, Weed

… and I ran. I ran so far away…

Ran 2.2 km in 18 minutes.

Filled up my car at 76.9.

Read 2 chapters of Organizational Behaviour text.

Started my essay.

Took the Second child for his first walk – 30 minutes up and down Avenue Road.

Burped the baby, like 25 times.

Was spit up on twice…

All in a days work.