Our oldest, 6-year old E has been bothering us about buying popcorn at school. It's some sort of fundraising they do for the school. The older kids sell Kernels flavoured popcorn. E has been all over his mom and I trying to pry $2 from us. Like any Filipino family, and this is how it was when I grew up, we told him that we would buy our own popcorn at the store because its cheaper and we get more.
Now Tuesdays in our house is piano lesson day. A good friend of hours teaches the kids. We proceed to pay her and we never ever have exact change. This was the case this past Tuesday. The change that we receive, $2.50, sits on the counter in the kitchen.
Wednesday after school we make popcorn for the kids for a snack. E2 (middle of the triplets) goes into his back pack and pulls out a Kernels bag of flavoured popcorn. I'm on shock. This is the same bag of popcorn that I have been telling E the senior that he can't have.
"Where did you get that?"
"My sister gave it to me." Smiling.
"A, where did you get this popcorn?"
"She's a helper."
"She just gave you popcorn?"
"I gave her money."
"Where did you get the money?"
"I found it."
Not only did our daughter swipe the change from the kitchen counter in the morning and put it in her back pack. She had the wherewithal (just wanted to use that word) to try to frame her brother. Genius. She's 4 and a half years old.
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Friday, September 28, 2012
I'm about to become a hockey dad. I'm pretty nervous. I have received the e-mail for a pre-season practice on Saturday. Judging by the e-mail list of parents and the last names, my son will be one of the visible minorities on the team. Not to mention the fact that he is 5 years old turning 6 in a month, and just started skating this year. It's amazing that so much has changed in (ahem) thirty-ish years and yet some things haven't really.
When I was 7 years old, I wanted to play hockey pretty badly. When you're a kid life is about play, school, and friends. I begged my parents to let me play. I had no idea how much it cost and what was involved. For my birthday all I wanted was hockey equipment. At the time we were living in Edmonton. My father would walk me to one of the four outdoor rinks in our neighbourhood. He would sit in the freezing cold shed and put my skates on and then he would get on the ice with me and be my goalie. Imagine, a thirty-something Filipino father who immigrated to Canada standing in the freezing cold on ice playing goalie for his son. Oh the things you do for your kids.
I found out later in my twenties that while we were living in Edmonton my mom and dad were having a rough go of it. My father didn't have a job for about a year and my mom had almost died while giving birth to my little brother. My request to play hockey must have been the furthest thing from their minds. Except that I bet that it wasn't. On my 7th birthday my parents, who must have been struggling but never really let that show to us, gave me a pair of hockey gloves. It was all they could afford. I loved them. They were black with red and white fingers. I put them on and played in the living room with my Northlands stick and a tennis ball. I used my little brother's empty Pampers box as a net. It was about two feet tall and a foot wide. The flap would open in the front of the box. I would shoot wristers into that box for hours.
Fast forward 30 years. We were able to get some equipment for our son second hand. I have to go out and get a neck guard, mouth guard, some elbow pads, a water bottle, and a couple of sticks today. First practice tomorrow morning. I'm about to become a hockey dad.
Posted by Mark at 10:04 AM
Wednesday, December 7, 2011
About a month ago I was having some chest pains. Enough so that it warranted a visit to the doctor. I’ve had this pain once before this year. It’s called pleurisy. Some sort of infection in the chest wall that causes pain when there is friction between the chest wall and say your lungs. So breathing or moving can cause this pain. I know right? Breathing, that’s kind of essential to living. The first time the doctor gave me antibiotics and in a few days I was back to normal. So, thinking this is the same thing, I had just been taking Advil for a couple of days and it was working but it wasn’t gone completely. So there I was in the doctor’s office. The doctor and I had determined it was the same thing as before. I told her I was taking Advil and she said to keep going with that until the pain subsides and I should be fine but call if it’s still around in a couple of days. Cool. Then it happened.
Doc: “Do you want the flu shot?”
Me: “Ummm no thanks, I usually don’t get it.”
Doc: “Are you sure?”
Me in my head: I just realized you must get paid for every flu shot you give, also you are a terrible salesperson…thank goodness you became a doctor.
Me: “Yup, I’ll maybe get it at work. They have clinics set up for the next few weeks.”
Me in my head: Nope not getting it.
Two weeks later, fever, chills, phlegm and now coughing. So a total of 3 weeks in and I’m still coughing.
That is all. Run along.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I take back what I said about Rob Ford. I knew it. It’s like betting on the Bills. You just don’t do it. No matter how ‘in the bag’ you think it is. The story is here. Apparently Ford is all in on the joke then goes back inside and calls 9-1-1. It seems Ford went on a rant with a bunch of expletives thrown in. He’s declined to comment. I sit corrected.
Friday is a big day. End of the work week, beginning of the weekend. I’ll have to preface this by saying that we have 4 small children. A soon to be 5-year old and three, count ‘em three, yes triplets, the trifecta, the tre, the hat trick…, 3-year olds. So, it’s not hard to believe that my wife and I don’t go out. We go out here and there, she has drinks after work, I get to go to the gym a couple times a week (on a good week) to hang out with my buddies. Friday my wonderful siblings and I are going to see Sheezer. Yup an all-woman cover band of Weezer! Oh baby, chips and gravy!
From the department of ‘all things seem to happen at once’, Friday is also the final season premiere of one of my favourite shows – Chuck. I’m likely not going to be able to watch this as I’ll either be already downtown or putting the kids to sleep so I can go downtown. No PVR either. I’ll have to catch it online somewhere the next day. Watch the teaser here.
Well, there’s the arena thing. The story from the Journal. Looks like E-town is getting a face lift.
Tonight the Oil are up against the best team in hockey at the moment – the Caps. Should be a good test. We’ll find out if RNH stays or goes back to junior after this game. I think he stays. How could he not? He leads the team in points. Plus the game is on TSN so hopefully the Oil put up a good showing. Checking the lines it might be a good idea to put some coin down for the Oilers to beat the Caps, now I just gotta find two other games to parlay.
Text to my betting guru – “Oilers might be a good play tonight – just sayin’”
Text back – “I have some money on them…”
So I just decided to give back to the community. Pledging some dough to the
United Way that automatically gets deducted from my paycheque. It’s out of the goodness of my heart…ok who are we kidding it’s like 60% goodness of my heart and 40% I really really want to win something like and iPad or Leaf hockey tickets (that I would promptly sell for way over market value to some obsessed Leaf fan). I am a bad person.
Also just thought of some of the best charity slogans or at least the ones I like:
United Way – Without you there would be no way.
Canadian Blood Services – It’s in you to give.
That is all. Run along.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
My wife and son like sleep. You should see my wife try to wake up our 4 year old (soon to be 5, who, yes, sleeps in our bed). They’re side by side and back to back, both half asleep, and my wife manages to barely utter the words “E wake up.” Sure, that’ll do it. “Umm hello kettle it’s me J.”
My iPhone 4 home button hasn’t been working for a couple of weeks. It’s intermittent. I just realized that today might be the last day of my one year warranty. I took it to Telus, the gentlemen pressed the button several times to confirm that, yes I am telling the truth. Then he proceeded to direct me to go to the Apple store. Have you been in here? The Apple store is a little intimidating. I realize I don’t really know where to stand. No lines. I think you just sidle. Which is what I did. Then a nice gentleman named Lucas helped me out. He asked if I had an appointment. An appointment? Am I at a doctor’s office? You mean you can’t just help me out right now? I have an appointment.
Also, for like 18-19 years I’ve been marking October 26 as the day my friend (now my wife) used a baseball game to cop a feel (well really a hug but it sounds way better my way). We went down to the SkyDome a bunch of us highschoolers and watched the Jays win the World Series on the what was then one of the biggest screens in the world. When Timlin threw over to …. for the final out, she was the first one to snag a hug. A couple of days ago, the 24th of October to be exact there were a bunch of “This Day in Sports” things and it turns out the Jays won their first World Series October 24th, 1992. So for like 18-19 years I was totally wrong. The Oilers still won 5 Stanleys right?
Seems like whenever I have money, the second I know it, I start figuring out how I can spend it.
CBC – this our has 22 minutes and Rob Ford.
I’m on the ‘I don’t really agree with Rob Ford’ side of things. However, a story this morning about the CBC show This Hour Has 22 Minutes ambushing Ford in his driveway actually had me siding with Ford. I’m all for jokes and sticking to a guy who seems to be sticking it to Toronto but when you have a father taking his 6-year old daughter to school – probably not the best timing. Six year olds don’t know it’s a joke, they see strangers coming at them and their father. Bad move CBC.
There’s nothing I hate more than being late. I kind of over-react when this happens.
I hope Edmonton gets it’s act together.
So back to the Apple Store, I was early for my appointment by 2min. see lateness above. I had to check in, and they told me to have a seat at the Genius Bar. I told them my problem with the home button. The nice Genius took it to the back to open the phone up. 2 things – if it’s water damage – which it likely was (we have 4 children) then it does not fall under warranty, and B) I am one day out on my warranty coverage, it ended yesterday. The Genius came back and started like this “Unfortunately….” Great, I’m thinking there’s no way I’m getting this fixed. I’m gonna have to live with this button and if it gets worse there’s nothing I can do. The Genius goes on to say exactly the 2 things that I noted above but, and here’s the AHHHH light shining from above moment, “…we can make a one-time exception this time. Usually it costs $169.00 to replace a phone out of warranty or with water damage but we will waive the fee and get you a new phone today. You’ll just have to sync it when you get home but it’s totally usable right now.”
Me – “uh yeah, sure, that would be great if you could do that”
Me in my head – “This really is the Genius Bar…did I just steal something from Apple?...Are they following me home?”
And that’s how customer service is done. Apple, I’m yours forever.