Month: June 2017

An Obligatory Father’s Day Post


Since my mom passed away last October, holidays like Mother’s Day and Father’s Day have me in a reminiscing state of mind.

See, my dad was never in the picture, growing up. Like, at all.  I only had my mom. The single parent thing isn’t uncommon, of course, but back in the day, when I was little, at my school, it wasn’t normal. So, for Father’s Day, when other kids were making cardboard ties and whatnot for their dads, I was usually the only youngster making one for their ‘father figure’ aka my mom.  I didn’t really care, though. Between that and Mother’s Day, she was the only one getting twice as many dope gifts from their child!

Having small kids now, my favorite thing about this time of year are those type of gifts that they make for me. Knowing they took the time to hook me up with a present which they worked hard on is a beautiful thing, no doubt. It reminds of when I was a young boy, which I’ve been thinking a lot about lately.

Truth be told, being a parent is the best, most rewarding thing that I’ve ever done. Yeah, I usually share the nonsense on here, because there’s a lot of nonsense. Heck, the other day, at B’s baseball game, I kept hearing people talking about someone named Dawson. “Good job, Dawson!”, and stuff like that. I eventually realized that they were talking about B. For no apparent reason, he started telling people that his name was Dawson.

Nonetheless, random 90s teen show aliases aside (and yes, we sent “Dawson” up the creek, for that stunt), there’s a lot of goodness to parenthood, too.  I can’t imagine not being apart of B, J and KJ’s lives. How anyone looks at the prospect of being a parent, says no thanks, and bounces, never to be seen or heard from again, is ridiculous to me,

Another point along these lines.  If K’s out  doing something, and I’m on my own with the three kids for a while, it’s a guaranteed struggle.  Fortunately, my difficulties are only temporary, however, and we go back to being a tag team soon enough. You do anything for your kids, period, but I appreciate now how hard it was for my mom to do what she did, on her own.

Someone called me a ‘superdad’ the other day, which, while nice, isn’t accurate at all. I’m just a basic guy who tries to be there for his kids as much as possible. But to the real superdads, super father figures, and people who are just trying to be the best that they can for their family, to you I say….

Happy Father’s Day!






Guest Post: Grocery Shopping Game!

It’s summertime, which can only mean one thing – it’s lemonade stand season!


Err…well, I guess it means more than that, but bear with me.  

See, B and J have already set up shop once this summer, and raked in some serious (to them) money by selling lemonade. They now look forward to taking their earnings to a store and making it rain, bruh!

Or just buying a bunch of candy at that store. One or the other.  

Anyway, B and J, while experienced hustlers, still have a lot to learn about the art of money. Fortunately, my good friends at have a fun, easy game to play, to help any young, budding entrepreneur or shopper. We had a great time when we played it at our house. Check it out!



Grocery Shopping Game

Want to make sure you raise a money-savvy kid? Start them out right with this activity that hides valuable math skills within a fun grocery store game. An added possible benefit of this game? It may encourage your child to join you on your next grocery pickup!

What You Need:
Several small objects
Construction paper


What You Do:

  1. Explain to your child that you will be the grocer and he will be the shopper.
  2. Lay out the small objects on the table. Objects can be anything from toys to clothes to food.
  3. Have your child help you make little paper tents out of the construction paper. (The simplest tent? Just a regular sheet of paper folded in half.)
  4. Write a price on each paper tent. Try to keep prices varied, but only as complicated as you think your child can handle.
  5. Group the items together and place a price tag in front of them. For example, all the 5 cent items should be in one group. All the $1 items are in one group and so on.
  6. Give your child a purse or baggie with some cash. If he has a wallet, this would be a good opportunity to use it.
  7. He can “buy” a number of things from you. But before you accept his money, ask him to tally up how much he owes you.
  8. If he gives you more than he owes, give him back change and ask him to count it.
  9. Continue to let him buy things until he runs out of money.
  10. Now let your child be the grocer. Have him organize the items by price on the table.
  11. Set him up with some coins and a couple of bills so that he can give you change.
  12. Go “buy” a couple items and pay him for them.
  13. If you want to challenge him, give him an incorrect amount of money and see how he handles it.
  14. After a couple rounds of this grocery game, he will be ready to shop at a real store!

That Time With The 50 Foot Long Ketchup Covered Slide

As much as I enjoy hanging out with the family, I do also enjoy occasionally not hanging out with them, too.  However, with two small kids, a baby, and a pretty hectic  lifestyle, this isn’t easy to do.

Which is fine, obviously. No complaints here. It just means that whatever non-family time I have needs to be taken advantage of, to the fullest.

Yesterday, for instance. A buddy and I had made plans a while ago to go to the Toronto Blue Jays – New York Yankees game. However, earlier this week, I saw this press release come across:


Holy random, Batman! Now, there’s a lot going in that release. Like, unexplainable, how did someone even come up with this combination of stuff, levels of randomness. Nonetheless, since it was happening before the game, near the Rogers Centre, and I was in the area anyway, I figured that it was worth checking out. After all, I’ve never been apart of a world record before….or experienced a Brett Lawrie  hosted affair….or been able unleash my inner french fry and get dipped in ketchup….or even felt the urge to unleash my inner french fry. Anyway, a lot of my boxes were checked off, in terms of time being well spent, so off I went.

In all honesty, the event was an interesting spectacle, but it wasn’t quite like what I expected. I knew that coveralls would be provided on site, to keep your clothes clean. This was key, since I didn’t want to have to spend the afternoon at the ball game covered in ketchup stains. However, for some reason, I pictured the slide being like a playground style one, with steps and stuff. The fact that it was a flat, Slip N Slide one threw me off.

Then, my experience with those slides was that you needed a running start, to get enough momentum to go the whole length. The thing is, the one at the event didn’t allow for much space. As such, I saw people taking a few steps and belly-flopping, ketchup spraying everywhere, and gliding a few feet before getting up and either walking the rest of the way, or belly-flopping again. Anyway, the end result was people were still getting really messy, underneath their coveralls, and all on their faces. It did look like everyone was happy about being drenched in the sticky sweet condiment, though, and there was a decent sized crowd of people willing to take the plunge.

I, unfortunately (fortunately?), chickened out. Keeping my threads looking fresh to death won out over being a record-breaking human french fry. Pringles did make sure to have free samples of the ketchup chips available, which I’ve tried before, and are pretty tasty. Oh Canada, indeed. I also got to chat with the host himself, Brett Lawrie.

Yes, I’m rocking my Lawrie jersey, by the way, because that seemed like a cool thing to do. Missing from that clip is a question my son B had for Brett, which was, when he was a little kid, what team did he want to play for when he was older (Brett’s answer: he didn’t have one, he just wanted to play baseball).

So all in all, I have no idea why that event went down like it did, but it happened, and I went to it. Time well spent? I don’t know. It wasn’t a waste of time, though, that’s for sure.