July 14, 2010
The next person who looks at me with all-knowing sanctimony and says, dryly:
“Are you STILL limping?”
…will be offered two choices if applicable”:
Choice A: Be fired (if applicable)
Choice B: Get punched in the face. Read the rest of this entry »
October 26, 2009
Gee – it’s been a while…
A year and a half on, and life trundles by…
I’m going to try to get back in here… I kind of enjoy reading my own rubbish in a truly narcissistic way and so many things just buzz around upstairs that it’s probably healthy to get them out and gain perspective.
- home/work/family/personal goals balance – that old chestnut
- The always intruding guilty sense of failure in some area of life. (and I’m not even Catholic or Jewish – go figure)
- The awesomeness of fatherhood
- Projects, dreams and inspiration
- The phrase “We’re doing the best we can”
- Re-preparing for new arrivals
I’ll start with a small anecdote about Jack.
Last week I was sick. SICK SICK SICK. I had stayed home and tried to work from home when I finally called it quits and hit the hay at around 3pm. It was the kind of sick when you know you really are because you give in to sleep at that hour without so much as a hiccup.
Jen came to see how I was doing at around 5:30 and I stirred and told her that I’d be down shortly, only to fall asleep again…
At around 8:00pm I woke up to the pitter patter of tiny feet around the bed, and a giggling child stroking my face telling me that everything was going to be OK.
I told him I was feeling lousy and so he climbed up onto the bed (as only kids do with flailing arms and legs and bums in the air and he lay on top of me for a moment just giving me a hug.
Then he ordered his mother to go fetch a book so that he could read to me, and I was treated to a Thomas the Tank Engine story: ” A Crack in the Track” – a tale which deals with the challenges of things which temporarily break down, but with the right amount of teamwork and patience will get back on track. As if he knew that this analogy would somehow be fitting.
As soon as he was done, he put the book down and gave me kiss and told me to get better and “boing-boinged” off to bed. (it’s a routine thing)
My 2.5 year old son.
So I hold that thought for the days when I’m far from home or I’m walking home through the pouring rain or he’s overtired and targeting my solar plexus…
Part one of many of “The awesomeness of fatherhood” series.
July 9, 2008
…nabbed from the mighty Lambic…
Here’s how you play:
Type your answer to each of the questions below into Flickr search
using only the first page. Choose an image.
Copy and paste each of the URLs into the mosaic maker at FD’s image maker
1. What is your first name?
2. What is your favourite food?
3. What high school did you attend?
4. What is your favourite colour?
5. Who is your celebrity crush?
6. Favourite drink?
7. Dream vacation?
8. Favourite dessert?
9. What do you want to be when you grow up?
10. What do you love most in life?
11. One word to describe you.
12. Your Flickr name.
More to follow about the hoose and the wee man’s 1st birthday shortly…
May 21, 2008
Finally the entry about the hoose!
So this past January, J, wee J and I were sitting in our lovely downtown condo, remarking about what a great space it was for a double income family, sans famille.
Jack’s toys were strewn over what used to be our living room and his bouncy truck, swing, high chair, mats etc were a part of the scenery and a challenge to getting to the sofa…
We all looked at the space, or lack thereof, back at each other, back at the space and started the discussion about how nice it would be to be somewhere slightly bigger…
As the depths of winter subsided and allowed us all to venture outdoors, we realised that there was no discernable green space for Jack to enjoy around our inner city
So we began to have a look at The Gazette’s “Home Front” on a Saturday, and trawling through the mls.ca website.
We talked about a two year plan to get us there…
Hell – we even went to some open houses in neighbourhoods we thought we’d like.
In hindsight that was the beginning of the end. Read the rest of this entry »
May 13, 2008
Hello Survivor fans!
There’s a good chance that you arrived here because I posted an entry a couple of seasons ago making predictions for the Fiji season.
As a result, I get record breaking hits at every season finale – yesterday peaking at 800+…
In hindsight, on that season, I was right, predicting that Rocky would do badly, and that Yau Man and Earl would the superstars.
So to answer a couple of questions you may have had and to make a few observations:
1. Yes, Parvati did indeed win $1,000,000 for being an outrageous flirt.
2. She probably deserved it.
3. I don’t know if Amanda and Ozzie went all the way on a buggy beach or not.
4. I don’t want to know
5. James won $100,000 for having watchable abs.
6. Yes, Jeff Probst dyed his hair just a little too dark for the reunion show.
7. I don’t know what Natalie had been smoking when asking her questions to the final two.
8. Erik, although trying to mask his naivety with ‘humanity’, will be tough to beat as ‘Dumbest. Survivor. Ever’.
9. If I ever receive a hidden immunity idol or immunity necklace, I will play it at the first opportunity and never give it up. Never.
10. We’re going back to Africa (Gabon) for the next season.
11. I too am hoping that one day the producers will look outside of the USA for contestants. I think a team USA versus the world would make for an intriguing show…
12. Yes. This was the most interesting season in a VERY long time.
13. Not as interesting as it would be given point 11.
Your tribe has spoken.
May 12, 2008
so… yes… we bought a house.
More on that in a bit…
I just finished reading “Into the Wild” by Jon Krakauer – an account and commentary of the short life of Chris McCandless, recently dramatized in a movie of the same name.
To cut a long story short, McCandless was the kid of 22 years old who, after fulfilling the wishes of his parents by seeing out his undergraduate degree in Atlanta took himself on a two year trans-American adventure without money or provisions to prove to himself that he could live a meager and self fulfilling existence without the luxuries… actually – more than that – his odyssey was to live an existence without in order to cleanse himself.
He was found, dead, in Alaska two and half years after he left, apparently starved… Read the rest of this entry »
February 26, 2008
Cristobal Huet is gone!
Now I can’t say, whilst watching hockey on RDS… “Mon Christ……… obal Huet” It won’t be relevant!
In other news: We got the house.
We move in May!
Details to follow…