my name is banji and i am a loser...and that's ok...
well, the title of today's blog really says it all. I am actually afraid to find out how many of you agree with the first part of the title...i know many of you think i am a loud mouthed, witch like beotch with a fat bedonkadonk..and that is ok too, but, being a loser cuts to my core.
I grew up in a very lovely town, but really only had one friend who lived on "my side", well, two friends if you count the boy who was really smart and tutored me in math and went on to become a really religious rabbi with tons of kids(god bless). My parents never really sent me to camp and when they finally did, the only girl that was nice to me had people making fun of her because, according to husband #1, she used to walk around camp with a butterfly net- i never remember seeing her with a net, but i do remember her kindness towards me after the girl who i thought was my bff, turned out to be a real, well, a real not nice word.(look at me, exercising some self restraint..who knew that was possible.) Needless to say, it made me feel like a loser.
Anyway, fast forward to Stern College for Women and others, i started school not knowing really a soul and ended up knowing almost everyone(though, i still lost out to the israeli for secretary of the student council..not that there is anything wrong with being an israeli, but i still think she only won because she spoke fluent hebrew...no, im not still holding a grudge..losing builds character..and 15 pounds, but whatever..)
Ok so, graduate school...yadadada...marry husband #1...and that brings us to today, when i was volunteering at son #1's high school. The parent association hosted a lunch for all of the students and teachers. It was really, really nice.(no, i am not being sarcastic..) I was in charge of the tray of salad. Now, normally, in this skinny world we live in(that i am, apparently, the unwanted guest of...) you would think that salad would be the popular station. Everyone eats salad..right? No, not right. In fact, at an all boys high school it is very wrong. Extremely wrong, I think i need a therapist wrong...The salad, was, in fact, the loser station. I was manning the loser salad, which, in turn, made me a loser. It got so bad that, at one point, the boys would try to walk by me really quickly so they wouldnt have to hear my pathetic "salad, would you like some salad?" I even snapped at one of the kids with a " I know you can see me standing here with my spoon full of salad!!" It was not pretty. It was pathetic. I am such a loser.
But after eating three jelly donuts, i went to chico's and bought myself a pair of size 2 jeans and i felt a little better..(yes, I know they aren't really a size 2 in the real world, just let the loser be delusional for a little while....)
Happy Tuesday
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
wednesday december 21, 2011
happy spoiled brat day...just kidding
sometimes i think that i am the worst mom in the world, and at the same time, my kids are probably thinking i am the best mom in the world. Like when i insist on buying them vitamins, but because i have no memory, i forget to give them to them. Or when they tell me that they like white fudge oreos, i buy six boxes of them(after all, they say "limited edition" on the box-which i think is really just code for "we will charge you almost 4 dollars for 12 oreos). They don't like what i am serving for dinner-go ahead, eat 4 milky ways, i dont care. I really suck as a mom. As i have said before, I have no idea what i am doing and my boys are totally on to me.
So, a year later, we are back at chanukah. The holiday of miracles...the miracle of one night of oil lasting for eight nights, the miracle of husband #1 taking son #1 for a suit at the syms going out of business sale..(but, alas, there was no suit-so is it still a miracle? he came home with a belt...that's something, right?) and the miracle of buying gifts for my boys who are, actual, real life miracles. As i perused the aisles of target yesterday in search of some gifts(since i am the worst mom and hadn't gotten my miracles anything-i think i am still scarred from the polar fleece fiasco of 2005-who says boys don't cry-it was just a god dam sweatshirt, its not like i gave them homework for chanukah..geez, give your fat mom a break...)
Sorry, back to target. Nothing, i could find not one think that i thought they would like. Too old for coloring books and crayons(ahh, the good old days), can't buy a video game without preapproval because you can't return the game once it has left the store, books? yeah, that's funny. So i went to the department that i know best. Food.
That's right. For the first night of chanukah, son #1 got a family value size box of Honeycombs, son #2 got two packages of hershey bars(can you say dinner?) and son #3 got kit kats. I got laughs and big thank yous from two of the three sons, the third one will just have to learn to roll with the punches(both literally, and unfortunately, physically..why can't they just freakin get along?!)
My homemade latkas did get me some brownie points(though not from husband #1 because, what a surprise, he doesnt eat latkas even though i tried to convince him they are like flat french fries. The fact that i have to even try to convince a 41 year old man to eat anything still amazes me...but that's for another blog..)
so the moral of this story is when in doubt, the mantra of "food is love" can apply to any situation...even chanukah presents. I am hoping to pull off the gift of poland springs water bottle with the sports tops....it has the word sport in it-that's gotta count for something-right?
wishing all of you a happy and healthy holiday season...may we appreciate the gifts we get, the gifts we have and the gifts we give. That makes no sense, but my ambien is kicking in...
happy wednesday
sometimes i think that i am the worst mom in the world, and at the same time, my kids are probably thinking i am the best mom in the world. Like when i insist on buying them vitamins, but because i have no memory, i forget to give them to them. Or when they tell me that they like white fudge oreos, i buy six boxes of them(after all, they say "limited edition" on the box-which i think is really just code for "we will charge you almost 4 dollars for 12 oreos). They don't like what i am serving for dinner-go ahead, eat 4 milky ways, i dont care. I really suck as a mom. As i have said before, I have no idea what i am doing and my boys are totally on to me.
So, a year later, we are back at chanukah. The holiday of miracles...the miracle of one night of oil lasting for eight nights, the miracle of husband #1 taking son #1 for a suit at the syms going out of business sale..(but, alas, there was no suit-so is it still a miracle? he came home with a belt...that's something, right?) and the miracle of buying gifts for my boys who are, actual, real life miracles. As i perused the aisles of target yesterday in search of some gifts(since i am the worst mom and hadn't gotten my miracles anything-i think i am still scarred from the polar fleece fiasco of 2005-who says boys don't cry-it was just a god dam sweatshirt, its not like i gave them homework for chanukah..geez, give your fat mom a break...)
Sorry, back to target. Nothing, i could find not one think that i thought they would like. Too old for coloring books and crayons(ahh, the good old days), can't buy a video game without preapproval because you can't return the game once it has left the store, books? yeah, that's funny. So i went to the department that i know best. Food.
That's right. For the first night of chanukah, son #1 got a family value size box of Honeycombs, son #2 got two packages of hershey bars(can you say dinner?) and son #3 got kit kats. I got laughs and big thank yous from two of the three sons, the third one will just have to learn to roll with the punches(both literally, and unfortunately, physically..why can't they just freakin get along?!)
My homemade latkas did get me some brownie points(though not from husband #1 because, what a surprise, he doesnt eat latkas even though i tried to convince him they are like flat french fries. The fact that i have to even try to convince a 41 year old man to eat anything still amazes me...but that's for another blog..)
so the moral of this story is when in doubt, the mantra of "food is love" can apply to any situation...even chanukah presents. I am hoping to pull off the gift of poland springs water bottle with the sports tops....it has the word sport in it-that's gotta count for something-right?
wishing all of you a happy and healthy holiday season...may we appreciate the gifts we get, the gifts we have and the gifts we give. That makes no sense, but my ambien is kicking in...
happy wednesday
Sunday, December 11, 2011
sunday, december 11, 2011
bring back the olden days...
today I went to go see the muppet movie with sons #2 and 3 and husband #1. I loved it. I realized that i loved it for many reasons, but the most important was that it brought me back to a different time. A time in my life when my grandparents were still alive, when everyone seemed healthy, when calories didn't count, when you could go to sleep when it was thundering and lighting outside and didn't worry about losing power or your basement flooding or roof leaking, when you didn't know what the word tuition meant and everyone seemed to be nice to each other and played well with others(well, i always seemed to have a problem with that one...). It made me think about sleepover parties and telling my parents that i was making myself lunch for school, when i was really just eating the lunch that i had made and was sneaking some tv on the teeny tiny black and white set they had in the kitchen...good times, simple, worry-free times. Man, this is going in a much more depressing direction than i originally intended...
though i am happy to report that today i am blogging from my new computer. This computer represents the end of a year long battle with husband #1 who kept insisting that his two older sons would let his youngest son type and print stuff for school on their laptops. I have to believe that he truly felt that this would happen and not that he was just trying to push off making the purchase.(see, i can be a positive thinker.) But, alas, that was never to be. I had to bring son #3 to Fair Lawn to use his grandparents computer and printer...others who live closer had offered, and it was appreciated, but there is nothing more fun than sitting in traffic on route 4 so your son can write a 5 sentence paragraph on the merits of sea travel to Asia....
But now that we have this computer and printer, i plan to take full advantage and put my writing to good use. I have no idea what that is, but i still dream that i will become famous and make people around the world laugh at me.(or is it with me...probably both.)
Hope you are all feeling well and having a nice day and that when you close your eyes, you can bring yourself to a happy place and then when you open your eyes, that happy place is right where you are....
Happy Sunday
today I went to go see the muppet movie with sons #2 and 3 and husband #1. I loved it. I realized that i loved it for many reasons, but the most important was that it brought me back to a different time. A time in my life when my grandparents were still alive, when everyone seemed healthy, when calories didn't count, when you could go to sleep when it was thundering and lighting outside and didn't worry about losing power or your basement flooding or roof leaking, when you didn't know what the word tuition meant and everyone seemed to be nice to each other and played well with others(well, i always seemed to have a problem with that one...). It made me think about sleepover parties and telling my parents that i was making myself lunch for school, when i was really just eating the lunch that i had made and was sneaking some tv on the teeny tiny black and white set they had in the kitchen...good times, simple, worry-free times. Man, this is going in a much more depressing direction than i originally intended...
though i am happy to report that today i am blogging from my new computer. This computer represents the end of a year long battle with husband #1 who kept insisting that his two older sons would let his youngest son type and print stuff for school on their laptops. I have to believe that he truly felt that this would happen and not that he was just trying to push off making the purchase.(see, i can be a positive thinker.) But, alas, that was never to be. I had to bring son #3 to Fair Lawn to use his grandparents computer and printer...others who live closer had offered, and it was appreciated, but there is nothing more fun than sitting in traffic on route 4 so your son can write a 5 sentence paragraph on the merits of sea travel to Asia....
But now that we have this computer and printer, i plan to take full advantage and put my writing to good use. I have no idea what that is, but i still dream that i will become famous and make people around the world laugh at me.(or is it with me...probably both.)
Hope you are all feeling well and having a nice day and that when you close your eyes, you can bring yourself to a happy place and then when you open your eyes, that happy place is right where you are....
Happy Sunday
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Sunday December 4,2011
Why are you screaming...they still aren't making the playoffs...
Due to technical difficulties, my first blog did not post, due to my technical difficulties, I had no idea how to fix that so, let's try again....
1. Son #1 wants me to blog about procrastinating...mrs.reichardt, if you are reading this, he is TOTALLY studying for history and not watching his beloved Vikings lose...again..
2. Danny Terio called from Solid Gold(was that his name?) he wants his sequins back....(if you wore them the first time around, perhaps reconsider wearing them the second time....I'm just saying...)
3. Congratulations to ET Dubin, the cutest player in tabc jr hockey(please moms of other cute children, don't take offense to that, he is sitting right here and wanted me to write that)for scoring an awesome goal last night..,
4. Someone explain to me how son #2 can click something on his computer and the printer in his room...up a flight of stairs...not connected to the computer...can print something. And with all that technology, I still gain weight from eating ice cream-can't there be an app for that?!?!?
5. Please husband #1, forgive me for making fun of you...but, if there wasn't so much to work with, I wouldn't have such great material....
6. Please think good thoughts and say a few prayers for all those who need it.....
Happy sunday
Due to technical difficulties, my first blog did not post, due to my technical difficulties, I had no idea how to fix that so, let's try again....
1. Son #1 wants me to blog about procrastinating...mrs.reichardt, if you are reading this, he is TOTALLY studying for history and not watching his beloved Vikings lose...again..
2. Danny Terio called from Solid Gold(was that his name?) he wants his sequins back....(if you wore them the first time around, perhaps reconsider wearing them the second time....I'm just saying...)
3. Congratulations to ET Dubin, the cutest player in tabc jr hockey(please moms of other cute children, don't take offense to that, he is sitting right here and wanted me to write that)for scoring an awesome goal last night..,
4. Someone explain to me how son #2 can click something on his computer and the printer in his room...up a flight of stairs...not connected to the computer...can print something. And with all that technology, I still gain weight from eating ice cream-can't there be an app for that?!?!?
5. Please husband #1, forgive me for making fun of you...but, if there wasn't so much to work with, I wouldn't have such great material....
6. Please think good thoughts and say a few prayers for all those who need it.....
Happy sunday
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Wednesday November 23,2011
Happy thanksgiving...
It's the eve of thanksgiving. I have been cooking and cleaning..vacuuming and dusting..all excited to host the thanksgiving feast tomorrow for friends and family. In years past, before kids, of course, the eve of thanksgiving meant staying out late at a party, going on a date(guess that was before husband #1), going to the movies, to a wedding...and being able to sleep late the next morning. I have fond memories of the drive to Brooklyn to have thanksgiving with my grandparents, shoveling delectable L&E stuffing in my mouth when my mom wasn't looking..good times. Then my three sons came and the eve was the same as every other-survival of the fittest.
But this year, with the boys practically grown(kidding...), I was looking forward to going to the movies with husband #1. I really and truly was. Until he walked in the door. Without even asking if there was anything he could do to help, he sat his ass down at the table and began to eat son #3's dinner. And this is why I should be on mood stabilizing medication....I lost it and told him to make his own freaking fish sticks.
Upon finding the freezer, husband #1 was startled at all of the shelves that a freezer contains and it took him a while, but he located the fish sticks(I'm lying, he had no idea where they were..son #1 had to get them for him.) and that is when the real fun began...
In his attempt to prove to me that he isn't really helpless and that his mother did teach him to be self sufficient, he dropped a fish stick on the floor and it gracefully slid under the oven. He was hoping that I missed it. He was hoping that the fish stick would live peacefully amongst the dust bunnies underneath the stove....but that was not to be. After using a pen, a wire hanger, a toothbrush, one of his son's arm and a fork...the naughty fish stick was retrieved. And placed in the garbage. This was a lot more entertaining than a movie....
And now he went back to synagogue...the place where he is safe from his psychotic wife....the place where he is free to be himself without anyone yelling at him(usually)..the place where he can be most thankful....
And I will be thankful for my house full of wonderful company, for the people I love and for football Sundays when I can go to the movies myself.
Hope you all have a wonderful holiday...
Happy Wednesday and happy birthday Amy and Beth!
Ps....this was post #300...thanks for reading!!!!
It's the eve of thanksgiving. I have been cooking and cleaning..vacuuming and dusting..all excited to host the thanksgiving feast tomorrow for friends and family. In years past, before kids, of course, the eve of thanksgiving meant staying out late at a party, going on a date(guess that was before husband #1), going to the movies, to a wedding...and being able to sleep late the next morning. I have fond memories of the drive to Brooklyn to have thanksgiving with my grandparents, shoveling delectable L&E stuffing in my mouth when my mom wasn't looking..good times. Then my three sons came and the eve was the same as every other-survival of the fittest.
But this year, with the boys practically grown(kidding...), I was looking forward to going to the movies with husband #1. I really and truly was. Until he walked in the door. Without even asking if there was anything he could do to help, he sat his ass down at the table and began to eat son #3's dinner. And this is why I should be on mood stabilizing medication....I lost it and told him to make his own freaking fish sticks.
Upon finding the freezer, husband #1 was startled at all of the shelves that a freezer contains and it took him a while, but he located the fish sticks(I'm lying, he had no idea where they were..son #1 had to get them for him.) and that is when the real fun began...
In his attempt to prove to me that he isn't really helpless and that his mother did teach him to be self sufficient, he dropped a fish stick on the floor and it gracefully slid under the oven. He was hoping that I missed it. He was hoping that the fish stick would live peacefully amongst the dust bunnies underneath the stove....but that was not to be. After using a pen, a wire hanger, a toothbrush, one of his son's arm and a fork...the naughty fish stick was retrieved. And placed in the garbage. This was a lot more entertaining than a movie....
And now he went back to synagogue...the place where he is safe from his psychotic wife....the place where he is free to be himself without anyone yelling at him(usually)..the place where he can be most thankful....
And I will be thankful for my house full of wonderful company, for the people I love and for football Sundays when I can go to the movies myself.
Hope you all have a wonderful holiday...
Happy Wednesday and happy birthday Amy and Beth!
Ps....this was post #300...thanks for reading!!!!
Monday, November 14, 2011
Monday November 14,2011
Some things never change....
I went to a high school open house with son #2 yesterday. The parents and students were split up and went to different presentations. After standing through a 15 minute class on genetics, my back started to hurt, my feet were burning and yet another hot flash came upon me(though we are not sure if the hot flashes are age related, stress related or food allergy related-or, if they are just psychological...). These side affects were much different than the ones I developed when I was actually in high school-doodling, note passing and day dreaming(not sure if those are side affects or by products of adolescence..but, who cares.)
When that class was over, I had a selection of other interesting classes to choose from. But I chose to do what I usually did in high school-I cut class in search of food. While looking for the "amazing" food that people had told me about, I found something even better-my best friend from high school..we will call her Annie( though that is actually her name.) I think I have written about Annie before-we became friends when I bullied my way to be invited to her sleepover party in third grade(I did that?? Bully is a strong word...I asked nicely...) but alls well that ends well and we spent the next nine years being friends. She, the petite blonde and me, the not petite brunette. While we are standing there catching up about husbands and kids and life, we look at eachother and say "you look exactly the same!" now, I meant it, I hope she did too..but she does look exactly the same. When I met her son I said "hi, I'm your mom's friend who used to steall all of her snacks!" and he knew all about me...(well, hopefully, not all..)
Today I went to get my license renewed...four years ago I was thinking "man, I'm going to be 41 when I have to wait on this ridiculous line again"..,and there I was. When I went to get my picture taken, the woman asked if I wanted to use the same photo..."you mean I look exactly the same as I did four years ago??". I was thrilled....but then I wondered what was going to happen when they tell me I need to take a new picture..."I'm sorry ma'am, you are fatter and older and I'm not quite sure what color your hair is now...so maybe let's take a new photo in order not to confuse anyone...."
But until that day...Annie and I will still look as young as we did when we met...ok, maybe not 8 years old....
Happy Monday
Please continue to have haddasah Leah bat shoshana in your thoughts and prayers...
I went to a high school open house with son #2 yesterday. The parents and students were split up and went to different presentations. After standing through a 15 minute class on genetics, my back started to hurt, my feet were burning and yet another hot flash came upon me(though we are not sure if the hot flashes are age related, stress related or food allergy related-or, if they are just psychological...). These side affects were much different than the ones I developed when I was actually in high school-doodling, note passing and day dreaming(not sure if those are side affects or by products of adolescence..but, who cares.)
When that class was over, I had a selection of other interesting classes to choose from. But I chose to do what I usually did in high school-I cut class in search of food. While looking for the "amazing" food that people had told me about, I found something even better-my best friend from high school..we will call her Annie( though that is actually her name.) I think I have written about Annie before-we became friends when I bullied my way to be invited to her sleepover party in third grade(I did that?? Bully is a strong word...I asked nicely...) but alls well that ends well and we spent the next nine years being friends. She, the petite blonde and me, the not petite brunette. While we are standing there catching up about husbands and kids and life, we look at eachother and say "you look exactly the same!" now, I meant it, I hope she did too..but she does look exactly the same. When I met her son I said "hi, I'm your mom's friend who used to steall all of her snacks!" and he knew all about me...(well, hopefully, not all..)
Today I went to get my license renewed...four years ago I was thinking "man, I'm going to be 41 when I have to wait on this ridiculous line again"..,and there I was. When I went to get my picture taken, the woman asked if I wanted to use the same photo..."you mean I look exactly the same as I did four years ago??". I was thrilled....but then I wondered what was going to happen when they tell me I need to take a new picture..."I'm sorry ma'am, you are fatter and older and I'm not quite sure what color your hair is now...so maybe let's take a new photo in order not to confuse anyone...."
But until that day...Annie and I will still look as young as we did when we met...ok, maybe not 8 years old....
Happy Monday
Please continue to have haddasah Leah bat shoshana in your thoughts and prayers...
Monday, November 7, 2011
Monday November 7,2011
With permission from hadassah Leah bat shoshana.....
There are so many things to be grateful for. The beautiful fall foliage that didn't fall on your home, car or person during last weeks storm. The gift of children or chocolate(not necessarily in that order-but if you ever get yourselves to max brenners, you must try the hazelnut cream covered in white chocolate and rolled in pistachios, because they are better than sex....oh, hope no one under 21 is reading this....) grateful for healthy parents(so you don't have to forcibly put them in a nursing home, unless of course, they deserve it...) grateful for friends who listen when you speak(or do a great job pretending to) and make you feel that you are as important as you think you are(or doing a great job pretending to)....We, and when I say we, I will just mean me, find it so easy to just take it all for granted.
And then something unbelievable crappy happens to a person you really like, who smiles all the time. And you go visit this person, who is still smiling and you still can't figure out why something so unbelievably crappy could happen to her. My expression of the day was "morbidly enjoyable." because today, my friend and I went to visit our smiling friend and spent the day laughing. (we also found out that vabene does not deliver to the hospital....soo not cool!!! But banji gump went and got it in record time...after all, there was food involved, a motivator to waddle faster through the streets of new York) We also had the pleasure of force feeding a really skinny doctor some really fattening food-which was so enjoyable to watch....We (and again, I mean me) decided that instead of forty people baking challah for our friend, we should get forty really skinny people from THE GYM to eat a whole challah....with a blessing...why not try something new.
Our friend has been overwhelmed by the generosity of spirit and time and cake that people have showed her...but that is how it should be. I mean, it would be ideal if no one ever got sick so no one would have to be kind and generous...(but hopefully still bake people cake) but until
that happens, she is so grateful for the outpouring of love and kindness. And if we could just be that way to each other all the time, for no reason at all, well, not only would it be a miracle, but it would make life so much more pleasant.
I am grateful for my smiling friend. I will be even more grateful when my friend is healthy and back home where she belongs....
Please keep Hadassah Leah bat shoshana in your thoughts and prayers.
Happy monday
There are so many things to be grateful for. The beautiful fall foliage that didn't fall on your home, car or person during last weeks storm. The gift of children or chocolate(not necessarily in that order-but if you ever get yourselves to max brenners, you must try the hazelnut cream covered in white chocolate and rolled in pistachios, because they are better than sex....oh, hope no one under 21 is reading this....) grateful for healthy parents(so you don't have to forcibly put them in a nursing home, unless of course, they deserve it...) grateful for friends who listen when you speak(or do a great job pretending to) and make you feel that you are as important as you think you are(or doing a great job pretending to)....We, and when I say we, I will just mean me, find it so easy to just take it all for granted.
And then something unbelievable crappy happens to a person you really like, who smiles all the time. And you go visit this person, who is still smiling and you still can't figure out why something so unbelievably crappy could happen to her. My expression of the day was "morbidly enjoyable." because today, my friend and I went to visit our smiling friend and spent the day laughing. (we also found out that vabene does not deliver to the hospital....soo not cool!!! But banji gump went and got it in record time...after all, there was food involved, a motivator to waddle faster through the streets of new York) We also had the pleasure of force feeding a really skinny doctor some really fattening food-which was so enjoyable to watch....We (and again, I mean me) decided that instead of forty people baking challah for our friend, we should get forty really skinny people from THE GYM to eat a whole challah....with a blessing...why not try something new.
Our friend has been overwhelmed by the generosity of spirit and time and cake that people have showed her...but that is how it should be. I mean, it would be ideal if no one ever got sick so no one would have to be kind and generous...(but hopefully still bake people cake) but until
that happens, she is so grateful for the outpouring of love and kindness. And if we could just be that way to each other all the time, for no reason at all, well, not only would it be a miracle, but it would make life so much more pleasant.
I am grateful for my smiling friend. I will be even more grateful when my friend is healthy and back home where she belongs....
Please keep Hadassah Leah bat shoshana in your thoughts and prayers.
Happy monday
Monday, October 31, 2011
Monday October 31,2011
Holy crap...
I really thought I would have posted 300 times before my next birthday, but due to a combination of laziness, cooking, yelling at my kids and disasters both natural and imaginary, this will not be the case.
Holy crap I'm going to be 41 tomorrow and I'm waking up in my parents house, and not because I couldn't find my way home-wouldn't that be nice...but because of snow in October. Husband #1 and I were at a bar mitzvah in englewood when this disastrous storm occurred. How the mom and dad of the bar mitzvah boy remained so calm when 60 or so people had to rush inside to avoid the freezing temperatures and collapsing tent is beyond me. And I don't think they were medicated...and if they were, gimme some of that...I could learn from them...truth be told, I could learn lessons from many people, but, in one ear and out the other, I'm both afraid and sorry to say...
Friends of ours have a generator and they gave new meaning to the famous quote "give me your tired...." kids and grow ups and food and snacks and the mom is walking around with a smile and the dad is checking to make sure everyone is ok-simply amazing....6 or 7 families sleeping over...we deserted son #2 and son #3 because we couldn't get to them Saturday night and they were taken care of by their friends parents as if they were their own children-just remarkable.
And then, there is me(and this is my blog, so it's all about me) I'm getting so cranky that I snap at small children(and possibly some adults) my editing mechanism is almost on empty and I get hot flashes out of no where...but that's ok. Since I won't be getting any fine jewelry from kohls this year(since husband #1 was supposed to take the boys Saturday night and there was a state of emergency-he will basically use any excuse...I'm sure there was a Kmart open somewhere..)my gifts are my three boys(who need to get back to a normal routine before it ends badly)my friends who put up with my crap, my family(happy birthday to my favorite sister) and my health. Oh, and the guy who got my cell phone out of husband #1's car....the rest doesn't matter.
Happy monday
I really thought I would have posted 300 times before my next birthday, but due to a combination of laziness, cooking, yelling at my kids and disasters both natural and imaginary, this will not be the case.
Holy crap I'm going to be 41 tomorrow and I'm waking up in my parents house, and not because I couldn't find my way home-wouldn't that be nice...but because of snow in October. Husband #1 and I were at a bar mitzvah in englewood when this disastrous storm occurred. How the mom and dad of the bar mitzvah boy remained so calm when 60 or so people had to rush inside to avoid the freezing temperatures and collapsing tent is beyond me. And I don't think they were medicated...and if they were, gimme some of that...I could learn from them...truth be told, I could learn lessons from many people, but, in one ear and out the other, I'm both afraid and sorry to say...
Friends of ours have a generator and they gave new meaning to the famous quote "give me your tired...." kids and grow ups and food and snacks and the mom is walking around with a smile and the dad is checking to make sure everyone is ok-simply amazing....6 or 7 families sleeping over...we deserted son #2 and son #3 because we couldn't get to them Saturday night and they were taken care of by their friends parents as if they were their own children-just remarkable.
And then, there is me(and this is my blog, so it's all about me) I'm getting so cranky that I snap at small children(and possibly some adults) my editing mechanism is almost on empty and I get hot flashes out of no where...but that's ok. Since I won't be getting any fine jewelry from kohls this year(since husband #1 was supposed to take the boys Saturday night and there was a state of emergency-he will basically use any excuse...I'm sure there was a Kmart open somewhere..)my gifts are my three boys(who need to get back to a normal routine before it ends badly)my friends who put up with my crap, my family(happy birthday to my favorite sister) and my health. Oh, and the guy who got my cell phone out of husband #1's car....the rest doesn't matter.
Happy monday
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Wednesday october19,2011
Schnitzel, French fries and pasta....
I know how lucky I am...for the past five years, I have been able to kiss my boys whenever I want. When I go into their rooms to wake them up, I can kiss them as many times as they will allow...(and of course, it depends upon their mood.) I have received permission to share that information with you because I can only kiss them until they are bigger than I am(which is taking it's time, and with all the holidays, I keep expanding..plus, that will be up for negotiation when the time comes.) I love my boys-even when they fight and scream and make me want to run away from home, I love them and live for them.
Yesterday, when Gilad Shalit came home...I can only imagine his mom. Son #1 is having a challenging time digesting the exchange of 1 for 1000. As my friend Susan put it, this is his first ethical challenge-his first "shades of gray" dilemma. I read him the quote from facebook saying "we love our children more than we hate out enemies.." and I think that helped, a little, but he is also a boy and after a few minutes, he started playing madden on xbox and that was the end of the discussion, figures..men have short attention spans...
I was telling husband #1(who will be relieved when he can go back to work for a full 5 days..especially with his in laws coming this weekend) that the exchange is like the topic of abortion-no one should take away a womans right to choose, but if you think about the women who use this "right" as a form of birth control-it takes on a whole other ugly picture. So you just think about the positive....just to verify, husband #1 was not thrilled with this comparison, but I usually don't listen to him, which is why I still put it out there.
But Gilad is home, thank god, and his mom got to feed him schnitzel, French fries and pasta and I'm sure that made her the happiest woman in the world.
Never forget the things that make you happy!
Happy wednesday
I know how lucky I am...for the past five years, I have been able to kiss my boys whenever I want. When I go into their rooms to wake them up, I can kiss them as many times as they will allow...(and of course, it depends upon their mood.) I have received permission to share that information with you because I can only kiss them until they are bigger than I am(which is taking it's time, and with all the holidays, I keep expanding..plus, that will be up for negotiation when the time comes.) I love my boys-even when they fight and scream and make me want to run away from home, I love them and live for them.
Yesterday, when Gilad Shalit came home...I can only imagine his mom. Son #1 is having a challenging time digesting the exchange of 1 for 1000. As my friend Susan put it, this is his first ethical challenge-his first "shades of gray" dilemma. I read him the quote from facebook saying "we love our children more than we hate out enemies.." and I think that helped, a little, but he is also a boy and after a few minutes, he started playing madden on xbox and that was the end of the discussion, figures..men have short attention spans...
I was telling husband #1(who will be relieved when he can go back to work for a full 5 days..especially with his in laws coming this weekend) that the exchange is like the topic of abortion-no one should take away a womans right to choose, but if you think about the women who use this "right" as a form of birth control-it takes on a whole other ugly picture. So you just think about the positive....just to verify, husband #1 was not thrilled with this comparison, but I usually don't listen to him, which is why I still put it out there.
But Gilad is home, thank god, and his mom got to feed him schnitzel, French fries and pasta and I'm sure that made her the happiest woman in the world.
Never forget the things that make you happy!
Happy wednesday
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Wednesday October 5,2011
Welcome to my world....
The phone rings, son #3 answers, I watch him as he nods his head, says "ok, she's right here," and he hands me the phone. "mom," he says very seriously, "the man says it's very important that he speaks to you..."
Telemarketer...needs to ask me about my water...this is a true conversation..
"ma'am, does your water have a strange taste or smell?"
I respond, "should it?"
"ma'am, do you have a water filtration system of any kind?"
I respond, "should I?"
"ma'am, how many people in your household use the water for cooking or cleaning?"
I respond, "one."
"ma'am, how many people are in your household?"
I respond, "five."
"ma'am, there are five people in your household and only one uses the water for cooking and cleaning?"
I respond, "yes, just me, the other four are boys and they don't know how to cook or clean."
That'll teach him to tell my kid he has something important to tell his mom....if only I was making it up...
Wishing all of you an easy fast, a happy, healthy and prosperous new year filled with only good outcomes and happy surprises-like, maybe, perhaps, someone else in your household learning how to use the water for cooking or cleaning....
Happy Wednesday
The phone rings, son #3 answers, I watch him as he nods his head, says "ok, she's right here," and he hands me the phone. "mom," he says very seriously, "the man says it's very important that he speaks to you..."
Telemarketer...needs to ask me about my water...this is a true conversation..
"ma'am, does your water have a strange taste or smell?"
I respond, "should it?"
"ma'am, do you have a water filtration system of any kind?"
I respond, "should I?"
"ma'am, how many people in your household use the water for cooking or cleaning?"
I respond, "one."
"ma'am, how many people are in your household?"
I respond, "five."
"ma'am, there are five people in your household and only one uses the water for cooking and cleaning?"
I respond, "yes, just me, the other four are boys and they don't know how to cook or clean."
That'll teach him to tell my kid he has something important to tell his mom....if only I was making it up...
Wishing all of you an easy fast, a happy, healthy and prosperous new year filled with only good outcomes and happy surprises-like, maybe, perhaps, someone else in your household learning how to use the water for cooking or cleaning....
Happy Wednesday
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Saturday september24, 2011
And the old get older..and hotter...and I don't mean the good kind of hotter...
Tonight was date night with son #1. we went to the mall. He needed pants. He has a 26 inch waist...maybe smaller. He doesn't take after me(no, really? I wasn't even born with a waist that small..) so off to abercrombie we went, where skinny son tried on skinny pants, of course this was after the 17 year old salesperson looked at me and remarked "these slims are for you? What are you on crack? We have nothing in this store that would fit you...except maybe the socks.." ok, I exaggerated that conversation, but my version was funnier. Actually, the reality was skinny son shouting to fat mom over the music that was so loud that my brain is still vibrating inside my head and my hearing is worse than when I entered the store. I also was in the middle of a wicked hot flash and kept asking everyone if it was hot in the store, but no one could hear me because the music was so loud. Then skinny son came bursting out of the dressing room with the skinny pants too big around the waist(shocking) and he went on a quest for a belt. I suggested we try getting a belt at syms(yes, I am married to a man from monsey, thanks for asking) and skinny son looked at me with that "you can't wear pants from abercrombie with a belt from syms....duh..."
I hear ya kid, but the last time your father spent that much money on a belt, I think it was for something going into his car...do ya wanna give your dad a heart attack or something?!?!?! We didn't get the belt. So hopefully, husband #1 will be around for many years to come. We also didn't get the pants because I had ordered them online..so my question is, can you wear a belt from syms with pants from a&f that you ordered on line? I will be wearing my favorite suit from value city over the holidays(15 dollars, I kid you not, of course I think it's made out of Teflon and I can turn the jacket into a frying pan after I wear it...) hopefully, this riveting tale will end with skinny son having pants that fit him and if we have to spring for the belt, well, he is such a good kid and really doesn't eat that much, we will get him the belt.
Here's wishing all of you a waist size that makes you happy and a year filled with good health, happiness and only wonderful things.
Happy Saturday(technically, it's now Sunday...)
Tonight was date night with son #1. we went to the mall. He needed pants. He has a 26 inch waist...maybe smaller. He doesn't take after me(no, really? I wasn't even born with a waist that small..) so off to abercrombie we went, where skinny son tried on skinny pants, of course this was after the 17 year old salesperson looked at me and remarked "these slims are for you? What are you on crack? We have nothing in this store that would fit you...except maybe the socks.." ok, I exaggerated that conversation, but my version was funnier. Actually, the reality was skinny son shouting to fat mom over the music that was so loud that my brain is still vibrating inside my head and my hearing is worse than when I entered the store. I also was in the middle of a wicked hot flash and kept asking everyone if it was hot in the store, but no one could hear me because the music was so loud. Then skinny son came bursting out of the dressing room with the skinny pants too big around the waist(shocking) and he went on a quest for a belt. I suggested we try getting a belt at syms(yes, I am married to a man from monsey, thanks for asking) and skinny son looked at me with that "you can't wear pants from abercrombie with a belt from syms....duh..."
I hear ya kid, but the last time your father spent that much money on a belt, I think it was for something going into his car...do ya wanna give your dad a heart attack or something?!?!?! We didn't get the belt. So hopefully, husband #1 will be around for many years to come. We also didn't get the pants because I had ordered them online..so my question is, can you wear a belt from syms with pants from a&f that you ordered on line? I will be wearing my favorite suit from value city over the holidays(15 dollars, I kid you not, of course I think it's made out of Teflon and I can turn the jacket into a frying pan after I wear it...) hopefully, this riveting tale will end with skinny son having pants that fit him and if we have to spring for the belt, well, he is such a good kid and really doesn't eat that much, we will get him the belt.
Here's wishing all of you a waist size that makes you happy and a year filled with good health, happiness and only wonderful things.
Happy Saturday(technically, it's now Sunday...)
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Sunday september 18,2011
What to do..what to do..
So it seems I haven't written anything in a while...and it hasn't been for lack of subject matter. School started, the 10th anniversary of September 11th, a new baby Jonah blessed this world, good things, bad things..hakuna matata-the circle of life..blah blah blah. Every day is filled with things that make us angry, make us laugh, make us cry....hopefully each day has more smiles than frowns(though with all the hunger among us, frowns seems to be prevalent..but I digress)
And in just a few weeks, the Jewish new year is upon us. When we seek forgiveness, look forward to a new start and pray that we aren't struck down by lightning, or worse, in the coming year. My feeling has always been that I am who I am and you always know where you stand with me. Biting my tongue has never been a forte of mine, especially since I like to eat so much and without a tongue, well, eating is pretty much out of the question. We all need to be accountable for the things we say and do. That is just life. But what I am finding is that despite how difficult I am, god has blessed me with these amazing kids who continue to teach me and try desperately to help make me a better person. And when they realize that that might never happen, they let me have a piece of chocolate. Some of us are crazy, some of us are strict, some of us are over protective, but we all do what we think is best and only time will tell if we did something right.
Funnier blog to follow....
Happy sunday
So it seems I haven't written anything in a while...and it hasn't been for lack of subject matter. School started, the 10th anniversary of September 11th, a new baby Jonah blessed this world, good things, bad things..hakuna matata-the circle of life..blah blah blah. Every day is filled with things that make us angry, make us laugh, make us cry....hopefully each day has more smiles than frowns(though with all the hunger among us, frowns seems to be prevalent..but I digress)
And in just a few weeks, the Jewish new year is upon us. When we seek forgiveness, look forward to a new start and pray that we aren't struck down by lightning, or worse, in the coming year. My feeling has always been that I am who I am and you always know where you stand with me. Biting my tongue has never been a forte of mine, especially since I like to eat so much and without a tongue, well, eating is pretty much out of the question. We all need to be accountable for the things we say and do. That is just life. But what I am finding is that despite how difficult I am, god has blessed me with these amazing kids who continue to teach me and try desperately to help make me a better person. And when they realize that that might never happen, they let me have a piece of chocolate. Some of us are crazy, some of us are strict, some of us are over protective, but we all do what we think is best and only time will tell if we did something right.
Funnier blog to follow....
Happy sunday
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Tuesday,september 6, 2011
Here we go again.....
The summer is over. The back packs are packed. Lunches are in the fridge. I'm going to sleep before 10 pm. How the hell am I getting son #2 out of bed to catch the bus at 7:25. It's not fair. I know some of you have to wake up for earlier buses, for younger kids, for frisky spouses, but I don't and I'm not happy about this early wake up thing. He sleeps like a log. I have to wake him 4-5 times and he doesn't even remember the first 3-4!!! This year is not going to be pretty....,
As for school supplies....I officially protest the 12 dozen sharpened pencils, post its, scissors and glue sticks. No more. As for pens, I borrowed enough from the classy hotels we stayed in on our road trip to fulfill 1/3 of the required amounts...if they need more, get em from the kids whose parents donate extra money to the school...I'm tapped out, dude!
And speaking of our road trip-baseball trip #6 was awesome. No bed bugs, grilled cheese maker rocked, kids got autographs and more baseballs(cause we can never have too many balls...you know I had to say it...) and even though the Yankees beat the red sox, fenway is my new favorite stadium, replacing pnc park in Pittsburgh(what is she talking about?!) boys got along 95% of the time, husband #1 and I got along 85% of the time and the weather was stunning. Our basement is almost stench free(god bless my friend Sarah for marrying Daniel...he's totally awesome) and the kids start school tomorrow. Now if only this rain would stop....
Good luck to all starting a new adventure in learning tomorrow...better you than me!
Happy tuesday
The summer is over. The back packs are packed. Lunches are in the fridge. I'm going to sleep before 10 pm. How the hell am I getting son #2 out of bed to catch the bus at 7:25. It's not fair. I know some of you have to wake up for earlier buses, for younger kids, for frisky spouses, but I don't and I'm not happy about this early wake up thing. He sleeps like a log. I have to wake him 4-5 times and he doesn't even remember the first 3-4!!! This year is not going to be pretty....,
As for school supplies....I officially protest the 12 dozen sharpened pencils, post its, scissors and glue sticks. No more. As for pens, I borrowed enough from the classy hotels we stayed in on our road trip to fulfill 1/3 of the required amounts...if they need more, get em from the kids whose parents donate extra money to the school...I'm tapped out, dude!
And speaking of our road trip-baseball trip #6 was awesome. No bed bugs, grilled cheese maker rocked, kids got autographs and more baseballs(cause we can never have too many balls...you know I had to say it...) and even though the Yankees beat the red sox, fenway is my new favorite stadium, replacing pnc park in Pittsburgh(what is she talking about?!) boys got along 95% of the time, husband #1 and I got along 85% of the time and the weather was stunning. Our basement is almost stench free(god bless my friend Sarah for marrying Daniel...he's totally awesome) and the kids start school tomorrow. Now if only this rain would stop....
Good luck to all starting a new adventure in learning tomorrow...better you than me!
Happy tuesday
Monday, August 29, 2011
Monday, august 29,2011
Coming to you live.....
A first for me, I am blogging to you live from Rogers stadium in Toronto Canada. The blue jays are beating the Tampa bay rays 5-2 and we are heading into the fifth inning. The kosher food stand only takes cash, which is a problem because we carry very little of it. They no longer have knishes, even though they are listed on the website, so I am hungry and cranky(so what's new) oh wait, jonny Damon just hit his second homerun, so now it's 5-3...please don't be a tie game, please don't go into extra innings..after the day I've had, that might push me over the edge....
For some reason, my kids seem to be on the same bickering schedule as they were on their nursing schedules-every 15-45 minutes...did I do that to them? If I had stretched out their schedules would they fight less? How come the parenting magazines don't have any articles about that? When they get along, my heart swells with joy, and when they bicker...well let's just say I pretend I don't know them. There is a couple on a date behind us and I think the guy has gotten a vasectomy while at the game after listening to my kids fight...but all kids fight, right?
As for Irene...my wonderful neighbor informed me that my basement is a float....I hope my house forgives me for abandoning him in his time of need, and I hope my wonderful neighbor forgives me for leaving her in charge and driving her crazy...but it's only stuff, what matters most is family-and the adorable kids sitting next to me. Oh wait, those are someone else's kids...
Happy Monday...next stop..Rochester..don't be jealous..
A first for me, I am blogging to you live from Rogers stadium in Toronto Canada. The blue jays are beating the Tampa bay rays 5-2 and we are heading into the fifth inning. The kosher food stand only takes cash, which is a problem because we carry very little of it. They no longer have knishes, even though they are listed on the website, so I am hungry and cranky(so what's new) oh wait, jonny Damon just hit his second homerun, so now it's 5-3...please don't be a tie game, please don't go into extra innings..after the day I've had, that might push me over the edge....
For some reason, my kids seem to be on the same bickering schedule as they were on their nursing schedules-every 15-45 minutes...did I do that to them? If I had stretched out their schedules would they fight less? How come the parenting magazines don't have any articles about that? When they get along, my heart swells with joy, and when they bicker...well let's just say I pretend I don't know them. There is a couple on a date behind us and I think the guy has gotten a vasectomy while at the game after listening to my kids fight...but all kids fight, right?
As for Irene...my wonderful neighbor informed me that my basement is a float....I hope my house forgives me for abandoning him in his time of need, and I hope my wonderful neighbor forgives me for leaving her in charge and driving her crazy...but it's only stuff, what matters most is family-and the adorable kids sitting next to me. Oh wait, those are someone else's kids...
Happy Monday...next stop..Rochester..don't be jealous..
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Sunday august 28, 2011
Worst parents ever....
What exactly were husband #1 and I thinking when we decided to leave for our baseball trip at 10 pm last night?? We were thinking. NOTHING!!!!!! I hope everyone reading this is safe and your homes are relatively unscathed, but last night, I made more deals with god than I ever thought possible. One of them, was that I will try not to use inappropriate language so much....but after three harrowing hours, and when I say harrowing, I mean final destination movie harrowing, we got up to our room and the bathroom, aside from the friendly roaches that greeted us, smelled like poop...but I used the inappropriate word, but then justified that it didn't count because I was using it to actually describe the poop, not using it because I dropped or broke something...so I think I'm still in the clear...
I have to give a shout out to husband #1...I don't know how he got us here safely....hope the rest of the trip is calmer....as for the hotel room, I'm grateful that they held it for us, but there is no way I'm paying full price because aside from the roaches and the malodorous odor...they didn't have any more cots and three of us had to share a bed....now that is family bonding...
Stay safe everyone
Happy sunday
What exactly were husband #1 and I thinking when we decided to leave for our baseball trip at 10 pm last night?? We were thinking. NOTHING!!!!!! I hope everyone reading this is safe and your homes are relatively unscathed, but last night, I made more deals with god than I ever thought possible. One of them, was that I will try not to use inappropriate language so much....but after three harrowing hours, and when I say harrowing, I mean final destination movie harrowing, we got up to our room and the bathroom, aside from the friendly roaches that greeted us, smelled like poop...but I used the inappropriate word, but then justified that it didn't count because I was using it to actually describe the poop, not using it because I dropped or broke something...so I think I'm still in the clear...
I have to give a shout out to husband #1...I don't know how he got us here safely....hope the rest of the trip is calmer....as for the hotel room, I'm grateful that they held it for us, but there is no way I'm paying full price because aside from the roaches and the malodorous odor...they didn't have any more cots and three of us had to share a bed....now that is family bonding...
Stay safe everyone
Happy sunday
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Thursday august 25, 2011
Where has the time gone....
Frankly, I'm disappointed in myself that I have not blogged in almost two weeks. I have no explanation..especially since husband #1 is annoyed that I continued blogging past my 40th birthday, and I enjoy annoying him and I've still gone two weeks without a word. Perhaps its because the three aliens have reinvaded my hemisphere of solitude. I've been doing laundry and making meals and cleaning the kitchen and cleaning up those wayward drops of pee that seem to either miss the toilet or remain on the seat because one of the aliens was too lazy to pick it up before he went....and life is back to normal..or as normal as my life is.
And now we have the issue of hurricane Irene...six years ago we decided the boys were too old to keep going to sesame place, hence the ganchrow family baseball road trip began. This year, we are adding the bonus of driving through a hurricane to the itinerary-not enough to see the buffalo bisons, Toronto blue jays, Rochester rodents(can't remember the name of the team) and the Boston red sox, we want to show the boys what it's like to get stranded on the highway in the middle of a hurricane-that will be a true test of my marriage....I can't wait. Hopefully, we will be interviewed by some local yocal news channel and when the reporter asks "why would you choose to leave during the most powerful hurricane of the decade?". I can answer, "well, my husband paid for the tickets already and those minor league games can really cost a bundle.." and then we will offer the reporter something from our white trash cooler...since there is no way Jose that we are paying for any beverages on this trip....ya, as I said, I can't wait.
I'm hoping that god will protect our van, fuzzy dice and all, like he did the Jews in the desert...and that we will make it to our destinations, our motel 6's and all the other fun things we have planned.
And let us all say....amen..
Happy thursday
Frankly, I'm disappointed in myself that I have not blogged in almost two weeks. I have no explanation..especially since husband #1 is annoyed that I continued blogging past my 40th birthday, and I enjoy annoying him and I've still gone two weeks without a word. Perhaps its because the three aliens have reinvaded my hemisphere of solitude. I've been doing laundry and making meals and cleaning the kitchen and cleaning up those wayward drops of pee that seem to either miss the toilet or remain on the seat because one of the aliens was too lazy to pick it up before he went....and life is back to normal..or as normal as my life is.
And now we have the issue of hurricane Irene...six years ago we decided the boys were too old to keep going to sesame place, hence the ganchrow family baseball road trip began. This year, we are adding the bonus of driving through a hurricane to the itinerary-not enough to see the buffalo bisons, Toronto blue jays, Rochester rodents(can't remember the name of the team) and the Boston red sox, we want to show the boys what it's like to get stranded on the highway in the middle of a hurricane-that will be a true test of my marriage....I can't wait. Hopefully, we will be interviewed by some local yocal news channel and when the reporter asks "why would you choose to leave during the most powerful hurricane of the decade?". I can answer, "well, my husband paid for the tickets already and those minor league games can really cost a bundle.." and then we will offer the reporter something from our white trash cooler...since there is no way Jose that we are paying for any beverages on this trip....ya, as I said, I can't wait.
I'm hoping that god will protect our van, fuzzy dice and all, like he did the Jews in the desert...and that we will make it to our destinations, our motel 6's and all the other fun things we have planned.
And let us all say....amen..
Happy thursday
Friday, August 12, 2011
Friday august 12,2011
Me and plaxico....
Week 7
So this week started out with husband #1 and I going to a lecture on narcissism. The man spoke about being nicer and friendlier to people, holding the door open for others, but really concentrating on improving the relationship with your spouse. Well folks, when the lecture was over, the same people who don't say hello to me because I am so thin that I'm invisible, still ignored me...I held the door open for about thirty people and no one said thank you and then husband #1 almost left me to walk home in the torrential rain. Basically proving my point that these lectures are ridiculous and you should just stick to what you know....
What I know is that I listen to waayyy to much mike and the mad dog when husband #1 is driving and on our way back from our "mini-moon"(which is code for going to a hotel for one night...but it was lovely) we were listening to mike interview plaxico burress..the newest member of the jets football organization. So I am now going to tie in the lecture on narcissism and plaxico burress and banji ganchrow.
Plaxico was asked if he learned anything in jail..well, I thought he was going to say "yes, never bend down to pick up your toothbrush" or "if you are going to carry an unregistered fire arm, don't shoot yourself in the foot"....but instead he spoke of the importance of family. Now, my family has been away from me for only seven weeks...what have I learned? I learned it is possible to go seven weeks with pulling your hair out and wanting to lock yourself in a closet and scream at the top of your lungs.....no, just kidding...I learned that camp should be longer than seven and a half weeks....no, just kidding...I didn't really learn anything..I'm hoping the time away will make them better kids, I mean make me a better, calmer mom...and if it didn't, perhaps I will shoot myself in the foot, go to jail for two years and then get a really big contract with a sports team.
Wait, I think I got off track somewhere....oh well, I tried.
Happy Friday...
Week 7
So this week started out with husband #1 and I going to a lecture on narcissism. The man spoke about being nicer and friendlier to people, holding the door open for others, but really concentrating on improving the relationship with your spouse. Well folks, when the lecture was over, the same people who don't say hello to me because I am so thin that I'm invisible, still ignored me...I held the door open for about thirty people and no one said thank you and then husband #1 almost left me to walk home in the torrential rain. Basically proving my point that these lectures are ridiculous and you should just stick to what you know....
What I know is that I listen to waayyy to much mike and the mad dog when husband #1 is driving and on our way back from our "mini-moon"(which is code for going to a hotel for one night...but it was lovely) we were listening to mike interview plaxico burress..the newest member of the jets football organization. So I am now going to tie in the lecture on narcissism and plaxico burress and banji ganchrow.
Plaxico was asked if he learned anything in jail..well, I thought he was going to say "yes, never bend down to pick up your toothbrush" or "if you are going to carry an unregistered fire arm, don't shoot yourself in the foot"....but instead he spoke of the importance of family. Now, my family has been away from me for only seven weeks...what have I learned? I learned it is possible to go seven weeks with pulling your hair out and wanting to lock yourself in a closet and scream at the top of your lungs.....no, just kidding...I learned that camp should be longer than seven and a half weeks....no, just kidding...I didn't really learn anything..I'm hoping the time away will make them better kids, I mean make me a better, calmer mom...and if it didn't, perhaps I will shoot myself in the foot, go to jail for two years and then get a really big contract with a sports team.
Wait, I think I got off track somewhere....oh well, I tried.
Happy Friday...
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Saturday august 6,2011
Lazy week 6....
Yes, I will admit I have been lazy. I haven't blogged all week and even though husband #1 is happy about that, I would like to apologize to those of you that support my narcissism..
So if this was week 6, that means that week 7 is about to begin, which means that week 7 1/2 is around the corner and the boys will be back. With 6 trunks of laundry. How can you miss your kids and not want them to come home all at the same time? Does that question mean I'm a bad mother? I've so enjoyed not screaming so loud that it feels my head will pop off of my shoulders....I enjoy not doing laundry three times a week and running a 24 hour diner....Is that wrong? Enough of the hypotheticals....here's the week in review...unless you've already fallen asleep...
Husband #1 and walked the high line and then went on the circle line...very touristy...and surprisingly enjoyable. When we told son#1 where we were, he thought we were kidding as he is used to his father being on the upstairs couch watching some sort of sporting event, and his mother being down in the bunker watching reruns of law & order and ironing....
One day this week I had the pleasure of visiting the museum of tv&radio, where I got to watch old episodes of mad about you, fantasy island, I love Lucy and the intellectual classic Melrose Place. Now that was good tv...
Though the highlight of the week was discovering that all of the annoying squirrels in teaneck are not Jewish. How do I know this? Well, the package I left for son #1( don't worry, there was stuff in there for the other 2..) was attacked by a squirrel. The kind gentleman who transports these nut-free packages for me sent me an email with the news of the attack....upon arriving at the scene, I discovered that the anti-semetic
squirrel neatly ate one corner of the pull apart challah(including part of the tin it came in..) he also ate part of the envelope and letter that was going to son #1, but did not touch the pound of cookies or any of the snacks going to son #3....clearly not a Jewish squirrel....I even took a picture of the challah(since husband #1 would not let me cut off the nibbled portion and send the rest up to camp) to show the boys when they came home, because son #1 is convinced that I got hungry and just blamed in on the unsuspecting rodent...nice, right?
And then we get to the weekend, where the holycrapiam40 part comes in....my dear friend from the island of long came to town for the weekend and she gave me a cortisone injection for the mean angry neuroma in my foot...as some of you may recall, though most of you don't care because, frankly, why should you, I had one of these shots in December before the half marathon and it held up pretty well until a few weeks ago, but now that I have accepted the age of the everything-is-falling-apart, it's good to have a podiatrist as a friend, who also takes your insurance...and hopefully knows what she is doing(just kidding my friend, my foot is still attached so so far, so good....)
Here's wishing all of you a pain free week filled with friends who can take away the pain if you end up having any....
Happy sunday
Yes, I will admit I have been lazy. I haven't blogged all week and even though husband #1 is happy about that, I would like to apologize to those of you that support my narcissism..
So if this was week 6, that means that week 7 is about to begin, which means that week 7 1/2 is around the corner and the boys will be back. With 6 trunks of laundry. How can you miss your kids and not want them to come home all at the same time? Does that question mean I'm a bad mother? I've so enjoyed not screaming so loud that it feels my head will pop off of my shoulders....I enjoy not doing laundry three times a week and running a 24 hour diner....Is that wrong? Enough of the hypotheticals....here's the week in review...unless you've already fallen asleep...
Husband #1 and walked the high line and then went on the circle line...very touristy...and surprisingly enjoyable. When we told son#1 where we were, he thought we were kidding as he is used to his father being on the upstairs couch watching some sort of sporting event, and his mother being down in the bunker watching reruns of law & order and ironing....
One day this week I had the pleasure of visiting the museum of tv&radio, where I got to watch old episodes of mad about you, fantasy island, I love Lucy and the intellectual classic Melrose Place. Now that was good tv...
Though the highlight of the week was discovering that all of the annoying squirrels in teaneck are not Jewish. How do I know this? Well, the package I left for son #1( don't worry, there was stuff in there for the other 2..) was attacked by a squirrel. The kind gentleman who transports these nut-free packages for me sent me an email with the news of the attack....upon arriving at the scene, I discovered that the anti-semetic
squirrel neatly ate one corner of the pull apart challah(including part of the tin it came in..) he also ate part of the envelope and letter that was going to son #1, but did not touch the pound of cookies or any of the snacks going to son #3....clearly not a Jewish squirrel....I even took a picture of the challah(since husband #1 would not let me cut off the nibbled portion and send the rest up to camp) to show the boys when they came home, because son #1 is convinced that I got hungry and just blamed in on the unsuspecting rodent...nice, right?
And then we get to the weekend, where the holycrapiam40 part comes in....my dear friend from the island of long came to town for the weekend and she gave me a cortisone injection for the mean angry neuroma in my foot...as some of you may recall, though most of you don't care because, frankly, why should you, I had one of these shots in December before the half marathon and it held up pretty well until a few weeks ago, but now that I have accepted the age of the everything-is-falling-apart, it's good to have a podiatrist as a friend, who also takes your insurance...and hopefully knows what she is doing(just kidding my friend, my foot is still attached so so far, so good....)
Here's wishing all of you a pain free week filled with friends who can take away the pain if you end up having any....
Happy sunday
Friday, July 29, 2011
Friday July 29,2011
What do we really know anyway...
With all the boys out of the house, and no one to parent, except for husband #1, we decided to go to a parenting lecture entitled " how to discipline your kids without yelling screaming or bribing." truthfully, I didn't know there was any other way besides medicating or inebriating(which would be wrong on so many levels). So off to the lecture we went...the saying may go "you can't teach an old dog new tricks" but I was hopeful that with good refreshments and a little encouragement, you never know.
Boy, was I wrong. No refreshments. A room full of parents that haven't reached puberty yet- so I'm not even sure how they are parents and a lecturer with an agenda. She didn't really want to make me a better parent for free, she wanted to make me a better parent for the low low price of 149.99 plus shipping and handling...CDs, cassettes or vhs. This is what I came out in the pouring rain for? I could've stayed home and watched the middle on the dvr-now that is real parenting. None of this "the consequence should reflect the action" bulldoody...if one brother hits the other brother, taking his computer away for a month is a perfectly logical consequence.
Then she told me that if I speak nicely to my good friends, why would I scream at my children when they are more precious to me. A lightbulb went on over my head-hey, she's right, I should be nicer to my kids because they ARE more precious to me. But then it dawned on me that I'm not even that nice to my friends so I'm really screwed. My poor boys...it's a good thing we take them on baseball trips or they would never love me....ok, I exaggerate, they do love me, because I'm the only mom that believes that fruit by the foot is a healthy snack...
Happy Friday
With all the boys out of the house, and no one to parent, except for husband #1, we decided to go to a parenting lecture entitled " how to discipline your kids without yelling screaming or bribing." truthfully, I didn't know there was any other way besides medicating or inebriating(which would be wrong on so many levels). So off to the lecture we went...the saying may go "you can't teach an old dog new tricks" but I was hopeful that with good refreshments and a little encouragement, you never know.
Boy, was I wrong. No refreshments. A room full of parents that haven't reached puberty yet- so I'm not even sure how they are parents and a lecturer with an agenda. She didn't really want to make me a better parent for free, she wanted to make me a better parent for the low low price of 149.99 plus shipping and handling...CDs, cassettes or vhs. This is what I came out in the pouring rain for? I could've stayed home and watched the middle on the dvr-now that is real parenting. None of this "the consequence should reflect the action" bulldoody...if one brother hits the other brother, taking his computer away for a month is a perfectly logical consequence.
Then she told me that if I speak nicely to my good friends, why would I scream at my children when they are more precious to me. A lightbulb went on over my head-hey, she's right, I should be nicer to my kids because they ARE more precious to me. But then it dawned on me that I'm not even that nice to my friends so I'm really screwed. My poor boys...it's a good thing we take them on baseball trips or they would never love me....ok, I exaggerate, they do love me, because I'm the only mom that believes that fruit by the foot is a healthy snack...
Happy Friday
Monday, July 25, 2011
Monday July 26,2011
It all began with a dream...
I started this blog because I wanted a place to bitch and moan about getting old, hitting the milestone of forty...comparing the fluffiness and fun of the eighties, to the life of an almost middle aged housewife....good times. I've mentioned many "firsts at 40", well, today was another....my first physical at 40.
When you went to the doctor when you were little, gaining weight and growing was fun and exciting...not so much now. Fortunately, the nurse trusted me to tell her my weight without actually getting on the scale...I told her the truth, more or less(or less) but then she took my blood pressure which was really high because I was so scared she would make me get on the scale...so I took a normal bmi but got high blood pressure.(fortunately, she took it again and it was back down to normal...normal being a relative term for anything involving me...)
The doctor came in and the real fun began. She was lovely and we had a wonderful, honest conversation..which was refreshing. And after the conversation, she still didn't put me on mood disorder medication, which was a relief....but you can only fool some of the people some of the time....hmmmmm....so after we talked and I had my exam I was given a prescription for blood work, a chest xray( you are forty now, always good to have a baseline) and an envelope with an adorable little test kit for my...poop. Less invasive than a colonoscopy, but really? I have to send poop in the mail? I feel bad for the poor schmuck who has to open those envelopes....and then she told me to take calcium and vitamin d, just like the old ladies in the geritol commercials....fantastic, frail and forty.
Hope I don't break a hip on the way to the pharmacy.....
Happy monday
I started this blog because I wanted a place to bitch and moan about getting old, hitting the milestone of forty...comparing the fluffiness and fun of the eighties, to the life of an almost middle aged housewife....good times. I've mentioned many "firsts at 40", well, today was another....my first physical at 40.
When you went to the doctor when you were little, gaining weight and growing was fun and exciting...not so much now. Fortunately, the nurse trusted me to tell her my weight without actually getting on the scale...I told her the truth, more or less(or less) but then she took my blood pressure which was really high because I was so scared she would make me get on the scale...so I took a normal bmi but got high blood pressure.(fortunately, she took it again and it was back down to normal...normal being a relative term for anything involving me...)
The doctor came in and the real fun began. She was lovely and we had a wonderful, honest conversation..which was refreshing. And after the conversation, she still didn't put me on mood disorder medication, which was a relief....but you can only fool some of the people some of the time....hmmmmm....so after we talked and I had my exam I was given a prescription for blood work, a chest xray( you are forty now, always good to have a baseline) and an envelope with an adorable little test kit for my...poop. Less invasive than a colonoscopy, but really? I have to send poop in the mail? I feel bad for the poor schmuck who has to open those envelopes....and then she told me to take calcium and vitamin d, just like the old ladies in the geritol commercials....fantastic, frail and forty.
Hope I don't break a hip on the way to the pharmacy.....
Happy monday
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Sunday, July 24,2011
Week three and four in review..
It seems that I have over looked blogging about two weeks of my summer. Has the suspense been killing you? Have you been lying awake at night wondering what I have been doing to pass my time? No? You haven't? It's ok because since I'm so old, I can't really remember what I've been doing...so pathetically sad....but I know I'm having a great time, I think. I've cleaned out several closets...been to many movies-some good(horrible bosses) some not so good(Larry crowne). Eaten at some good restaurants(deli kasbah) and some not so good(smokey joes...how is that place still open? The barbecue brisket is still repeating itself(another joy of getting old))...embraced the heat and walked about 40 miles this past week...(and yet, I always end up in the same place...) and now I'm preparing for week 5.
The summer is flying by...hope you are all enjoying yourselves..
Happy sunday
It seems that I have over looked blogging about two weeks of my summer. Has the suspense been killing you? Have you been lying awake at night wondering what I have been doing to pass my time? No? You haven't? It's ok because since I'm so old, I can't really remember what I've been doing...so pathetically sad....but I know I'm having a great time, I think. I've cleaned out several closets...been to many movies-some good(horrible bosses) some not so good(Larry crowne). Eaten at some good restaurants(deli kasbah) and some not so good(smokey joes...how is that place still open? The barbecue brisket is still repeating itself(another joy of getting old))...embraced the heat and walked about 40 miles this past week...(and yet, I always end up in the same place...) and now I'm preparing for week 5.
The summer is flying by...hope you are all enjoying yourselves..
Happy sunday
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Thursday July 21,2011
Man it's hot out....
Yesterday, I spent a lovely day in new York city. I decided it was time to see the alexander McQueen exhibit at the met. For those of you who don't know who he is, he was a famous fashion designer who, unfortunately, killed himself. Being the fashionista that I am, I sauntered(waddled) into the museum in my new loubitans(crocs) wearing a pucci(macys) frock after just having my hair done by Vidal sasoon(is that guy even around anymore??)
What I wasn't expecting was the 45 minute line to see this exhibit...I began to wonder if Alexander was brought back to life and that's why it was so crowded. I passed the time by people watching, and after I had determined how many women were fatter that me(unfortunately, it was a very skinny day at the met...)I realized that the museum people has snaked the line through the Mesopotamia exhibit....why haven't you heard of that? Because that is the part of the museum that everyone just walks through to get to the better parts...so it made me feel a little better that even though I was the fattest on line, at least the skinny minis were giving Mesopotamia a chance....
When finally entering the exhibit, I was disappointed to see that keeping us on a line had nothing to do with making the exhibit less crowded-it was wall to wall people...and I don't do well with that. My spin bike has to be in Siberia so I have plenty of personal space-us big gals need our breathing room...... I quickly looked at all of his pieces-I must say, very impressive, I'm surprised chicos hasn't copied any of his work-some of his skirts got pretty wide at the hip area...but all in all, it just made me sad that with as many people he had in his life, he still felt lonely enough to end it. Perhaps hanging out with skinny models is not the best idea for any of us.....lesson learned.
Happy thursday
Yesterday, I spent a lovely day in new York city. I decided it was time to see the alexander McQueen exhibit at the met. For those of you who don't know who he is, he was a famous fashion designer who, unfortunately, killed himself. Being the fashionista that I am, I sauntered(waddled) into the museum in my new loubitans(crocs) wearing a pucci(macys) frock after just having my hair done by Vidal sasoon(is that guy even around anymore??)
What I wasn't expecting was the 45 minute line to see this exhibit...I began to wonder if Alexander was brought back to life and that's why it was so crowded. I passed the time by people watching, and after I had determined how many women were fatter that me(unfortunately, it was a very skinny day at the met...)I realized that the museum people has snaked the line through the Mesopotamia exhibit....why haven't you heard of that? Because that is the part of the museum that everyone just walks through to get to the better parts...so it made me feel a little better that even though I was the fattest on line, at least the skinny minis were giving Mesopotamia a chance....
When finally entering the exhibit, I was disappointed to see that keeping us on a line had nothing to do with making the exhibit less crowded-it was wall to wall people...and I don't do well with that. My spin bike has to be in Siberia so I have plenty of personal space-us big gals need our breathing room...... I quickly looked at all of his pieces-I must say, very impressive, I'm surprised chicos hasn't copied any of his work-some of his skirts got pretty wide at the hip area...but all in all, it just made me sad that with as many people he had in his life, he still felt lonely enough to end it. Perhaps hanging out with skinny models is not the best idea for any of us.....lesson learned.
Happy thursday
Sunday, July 17, 2011
sunday july 17, 2011
dont be a hater....
Some people go on decadent vacations...the ritz carlton..the four seasons..the waldorf. Please dont be jealous, but i am blogging to you live from the Courtyard by Marriot in Kingston, Ny. Not only is this luxurious hotel nestled between a target and an applebees BUT, since the elevator is broken and we had to walk up 17 flights to our room(I exagerrate..poetic license..) we are getting a COMPLIMENTARY COLD BREAKFAST tomorrow...please, as i said before, dont be jealous. You too can get a free night at this lovely resort. After i finish writing this short masterpiece, we will be swimming in the pool(indoor) and then watching a movie in our room. Oh wait, they dont have pay per view so we will be watching a lifetime original movie-hope it has tori spelling in it...
so another week has gone by...today was visiting day and i have to say, poo poo poo, it went very well. The boys did not start fighting until we were together for over an hour....miraculously, an angel at lake como pizza was related to the owner and saved us a very very long wait for pizza(god bless people from maine) i tried a lovely flavor of ice cream at dj's(something white chocolate and rasberry...very tasty...) and a good time was had by all. Then we barbqued with good friends(well, the friends barbqued and i ate...something i am very good at) and now, as you know, i am basking in the moonlite in kingston...not to be confused with the moonlight bungalow that I basked in all weekend-which was very enjoyable, but we will delve into that subject another time...for now...i am going to spend quality time with husband number one and will be dreaming of the possibilities of what will be served to me for breakfast.....
happy sunday
Some people go on decadent vacations...the ritz carlton..the four seasons..the waldorf. Please dont be jealous, but i am blogging to you live from the Courtyard by Marriot in Kingston, Ny. Not only is this luxurious hotel nestled between a target and an applebees BUT, since the elevator is broken and we had to walk up 17 flights to our room(I exagerrate..poetic license..) we are getting a COMPLIMENTARY COLD BREAKFAST tomorrow...please, as i said before, dont be jealous. You too can get a free night at this lovely resort. After i finish writing this short masterpiece, we will be swimming in the pool(indoor) and then watching a movie in our room. Oh wait, they dont have pay per view so we will be watching a lifetime original movie-hope it has tori spelling in it...
so another week has gone by...today was visiting day and i have to say, poo poo poo, it went very well. The boys did not start fighting until we were together for over an hour....miraculously, an angel at lake como pizza was related to the owner and saved us a very very long wait for pizza(god bless people from maine) i tried a lovely flavor of ice cream at dj's(something white chocolate and rasberry...very tasty...) and a good time was had by all. Then we barbqued with good friends(well, the friends barbqued and i ate...something i am very good at) and now, as you know, i am basking in the moonlite in kingston...not to be confused with the moonlight bungalow that I basked in all weekend-which was very enjoyable, but we will delve into that subject another time...for now...i am going to spend quality time with husband number one and will be dreaming of the possibilities of what will be served to me for breakfast.....
happy sunday
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wednesday July 13,2011
Never ask why.....
Couldn't let today go by without writing something. In a world where so many bad, tragic, horrible things happen, we are never supposed to ask why. Innocent kids get sick..go through painful treatments..some live, some die and we are supposed to have faith and not question.
Poor leiby but poor leiby's mom...she is going to ask why....probably every day for the rest of her life-how could she not? How is she supposed to have faith? Where is that going to come from? If anyone has an answer to that, I would love to hear it.
May leiby's neshamah have an Aliyah and may we all remember how sick we feel about what happened to him the next time we start screaming at our kids......
Couldn't let today go by without writing something. In a world where so many bad, tragic, horrible things happen, we are never supposed to ask why. Innocent kids get sick..go through painful treatments..some live, some die and we are supposed to have faith and not question.
Poor leiby but poor leiby's mom...she is going to ask why....probably every day for the rest of her life-how could she not? How is she supposed to have faith? Where is that going to come from? If anyone has an answer to that, I would love to hear it.
May leiby's neshamah have an Aliyah and may we all remember how sick we feel about what happened to him the next time we start screaming at our kids......
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Sunday july 10,2011
Week two in review...
Bed bugs are a big pet peeve of mine, I'm a little too familiar with the bed bug registry website(especially with all the classy motel 6's and red roof inns we stay at on our baseball trips) so nothing made me happier than receiving the email from the boys camp exclaiming "bed bugs are here"....like color war or uncle moishey...fortunately, alls well that ends well and the camp handled it very professionally and effeciently. Of course I will not be letting the boys back into their home, but that's another story and we won't be telling them just yet...
The Brooklyn bridge....it did not collapse under my weight-I had been worried when I read it was a suspension bridge..you never know. Went on the subway-and even though I might dress like I live in a subway tunnel, I am not a fan. Came home and washed the grime off. Good news, we actually shared this adventure with another couple...something we rarely do because even though lots of people read my blog, not many of those people like me..so a big shout out to our friends from the island of long for possibly committing social suicide by hanging with us..we won't mention your names to protect your identity.
Dancing to the 80's at Lincoln center...awesome. Felt like I was at a sweet 16 for really big losers but it was so much fun. The reason why husband #1 and I are still together(possibly the only reason) is because we can make each other laugh..at one another, at the group of people wearing neon outfits(very 80s) at the 6"5 man wearing a long brown wig....it's all good....
And the weekend....we could not agree on what to do so on this beautiful sunny day, husband #1 is napping on the couch because I made him walk to and from lunch(less than 3 miles..at a glacial place) I told him that I wouldn't make fun of him, but all I can say is thank god he wasn't part of the Jews crossing the desert because it would not have ended well for him....enough said.
Hope you are all enjoying your summer
Happy sunday
Bed bugs are a big pet peeve of mine, I'm a little too familiar with the bed bug registry website(especially with all the classy motel 6's and red roof inns we stay at on our baseball trips) so nothing made me happier than receiving the email from the boys camp exclaiming "bed bugs are here"....like color war or uncle moishey...fortunately, alls well that ends well and the camp handled it very professionally and effeciently. Of course I will not be letting the boys back into their home, but that's another story and we won't be telling them just yet...
The Brooklyn bridge....it did not collapse under my weight-I had been worried when I read it was a suspension bridge..you never know. Went on the subway-and even though I might dress like I live in a subway tunnel, I am not a fan. Came home and washed the grime off. Good news, we actually shared this adventure with another couple...something we rarely do because even though lots of people read my blog, not many of those people like me..so a big shout out to our friends from the island of long for possibly committing social suicide by hanging with us..we won't mention your names to protect your identity.
Dancing to the 80's at Lincoln center...awesome. Felt like I was at a sweet 16 for really big losers but it was so much fun. The reason why husband #1 and I are still together(possibly the only reason) is because we can make each other laugh..at one another, at the group of people wearing neon outfits(very 80s) at the 6"5 man wearing a long brown wig....it's all good....
And the weekend....we could not agree on what to do so on this beautiful sunny day, husband #1 is napping on the couch because I made him walk to and from lunch(less than 3 miles..at a glacial place) I told him that I wouldn't make fun of him, but all I can say is thank god he wasn't part of the Jews crossing the desert because it would not have ended well for him....enough said.
Hope you are all enjoying your summer
Happy sunday
Monday, July 4, 2011
Monday July 4,2011
Week in review
My boys camp sends out a video at the end of the week to point out the highlights...as I am unable to make an actual video, this will be my version of "my boys are away for 7 1/2 weeks and I'm left at home with husband #1" week one.(there is music in the background of the camp video, so pick favorite eighties tune and let your imagination run wild)
Take boys to the bus, son #1 remembers he left the value pack of frozen hot dogs in the freezer(which I told him not to buy because I'm pretty sure they have food in camp) husband #1 hops in the car and successfully delivers the hot dogs before the bus pulls away(to the tune of the theme to the lone ranger)
Two beautiful weddings, totally different, but what united both was that this fat chick noticed they have gotten rid of the margarine option next to the bread. Olive oil, yes, tomato salad thing, yes...but no transfat,down to earth really bad for your arteries margarine. Yes, I'm aware that I'm the only one who noticed it and yes, I'm aware that the skinny folk wouldn't even noticed if they got rid of the bread, but I'm making a plea to the caterers out there-bring back my little pretty shaped pat of margarine. Thank you and may all of the wishes of the happy couples come true.
Husband #1 lost his philharmonic virginity....he didn't even fall asleep...priceless
Weekend-great food, great conversations...but the highlight, was receiving a text from son #1 asking for detergent. Detergent? Is it still being used to clean clothes? Have teenage boys found something new to do with detergent because I'm pretty sure that my kids haven't a clue what to do with it. Should I be hopeful that son #1 will come home with a new skill? (yes, I know the answer...but I sent him some anyway..of course)
But in truth, the best part of week one was watching the Yankees NOT sweep the Mets...I know my priorities after all....
Happy monday
My boys camp sends out a video at the end of the week to point out the highlights...as I am unable to make an actual video, this will be my version of "my boys are away for 7 1/2 weeks and I'm left at home with husband #1" week one.(there is music in the background of the camp video, so pick favorite eighties tune and let your imagination run wild)
Take boys to the bus, son #1 remembers he left the value pack of frozen hot dogs in the freezer(which I told him not to buy because I'm pretty sure they have food in camp) husband #1 hops in the car and successfully delivers the hot dogs before the bus pulls away(to the tune of the theme to the lone ranger)
Two beautiful weddings, totally different, but what united both was that this fat chick noticed they have gotten rid of the margarine option next to the bread. Olive oil, yes, tomato salad thing, yes...but no transfat,down to earth really bad for your arteries margarine. Yes, I'm aware that I'm the only one who noticed it and yes, I'm aware that the skinny folk wouldn't even noticed if they got rid of the bread, but I'm making a plea to the caterers out there-bring back my little pretty shaped pat of margarine. Thank you and may all of the wishes of the happy couples come true.
Husband #1 lost his philharmonic virginity....he didn't even fall asleep...priceless
Weekend-great food, great conversations...but the highlight, was receiving a text from son #1 asking for detergent. Detergent? Is it still being used to clean clothes? Have teenage boys found something new to do with detergent because I'm pretty sure that my kids haven't a clue what to do with it. Should I be hopeful that son #1 will come home with a new skill? (yes, I know the answer...but I sent him some anyway..of course)
But in truth, the best part of week one was watching the Yankees NOT sweep the Mets...I know my priorities after all....
Happy monday
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday June 26,2011
Why I'm a good mom even though I made my kids walk home from the orthodontist and I'm happy they are leaving for camp.....
By, banji d latkin-ganchrow
I am a good mom because I nursed my kids for a combined total of 30 months and gave up drugs and alcohol to do so.
I am a good mom because I do my kids laundry, each child separately in order not to confuse anyones socks, boxers or wife-beaters, even though they all pretty much wear the same size, but god forbid son #1 should get son #2's socks, because they have cooties and the world would come to an end.
I am a good mom because I don't force feed my children food they don't like(so bad mom in the eyes of the American pediatric association, good mom in the eyes of my nutritionally deficient children).
I am a good mom because I make my kids laugh, even though it is usually at me instead of with me.
I am a good mom because I let my kids watch tv during the school year(criticize all you want you know it all moms with the well disciplined children..I only have sons and I have to get all the brownie points I can get before they settle on a nursing home for me...)
I am a good mom because I can admit the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing and each day is a crap shoot.
I am a good mom because even though I made them walk home from the orthodontist, the alternative would have gotten me put in jail.....
And though I am giddy and gleeful that they are leaving me tomorrow for 7 1/2 weeks, I love them more than anything in the world(including husband #1..is that wrong?) and I will miss them everyday...for at least 3 minutes....
Happy sunday
By, banji d latkin-ganchrow
I am a good mom because I nursed my kids for a combined total of 30 months and gave up drugs and alcohol to do so.
I am a good mom because I do my kids laundry, each child separately in order not to confuse anyones socks, boxers or wife-beaters, even though they all pretty much wear the same size, but god forbid son #1 should get son #2's socks, because they have cooties and the world would come to an end.
I am a good mom because I don't force feed my children food they don't like(so bad mom in the eyes of the American pediatric association, good mom in the eyes of my nutritionally deficient children).
I am a good mom because I make my kids laugh, even though it is usually at me instead of with me.
I am a good mom because I let my kids watch tv during the school year(criticize all you want you know it all moms with the well disciplined children..I only have sons and I have to get all the brownie points I can get before they settle on a nursing home for me...)
I am a good mom because I can admit the fact that I have no idea what I'm doing and each day is a crap shoot.
I am a good mom because even though I made them walk home from the orthodontist, the alternative would have gotten me put in jail.....
And though I am giddy and gleeful that they are leaving me tomorrow for 7 1/2 weeks, I love them more than anything in the world(including husband #1..is that wrong?) and I will miss them everyday...for at least 3 minutes....
Happy sunday
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Sunday June 19,2011
Fathers day
My favorite part of fathers day is looking through all of the catalogues at the "gifts for dad."....the selection is really quite amazing. Now this year, I got my dad a new garbage can, as the squirrels in fair lawn have feasted mightily upon his old cans, so I thought this would be a thoughtful, yet practical gift. When you ask my dad what he wants for any occasion, he always responds "shalom bayit"( a peaceful house) and since I'm not great with that, I thought a garbage can would suffice.
But in looking for the perfect gift for husband #1, I go through the wares of various stores. Hmmm, should I get him new boxers?(and will he magically turn into the hot model wearing them?). Should I get him a hat that comes with an attached fan so it will keep him cool while he is gardening?(does he know if we have a garden?) ooh, what about the useful barbque tongs that also double as a radio, thermometer and lighting rod? That would come in handy when he is watching me grill. Oh, this one is good, the power tool...hmm, should I get the chain saw in red or blue? (does life insurance cover chainsaw "accidents"??) Ah, the perfect gift..a crafstman tool set from sears-but then, we would never talk to our neighbors because we wouldn't need to borrow screwdrivers, or Alan wrenches, or hammers and nails, oh my!
Maybe, just maybe, the perfect gift would be if I didn't make fun of him in this blog..(is it too late for that?) have no fear, the boys got him a Yankees "worlds greatest dad" tshirt...(probably to make me feel bad, because it's always about me) but I'm happy to report that he really is a great dad and his boys are lucky to have him.
Happy fathers day
Happy sunday
My favorite part of fathers day is looking through all of the catalogues at the "gifts for dad."....the selection is really quite amazing. Now this year, I got my dad a new garbage can, as the squirrels in fair lawn have feasted mightily upon his old cans, so I thought this would be a thoughtful, yet practical gift. When you ask my dad what he wants for any occasion, he always responds "shalom bayit"( a peaceful house) and since I'm not great with that, I thought a garbage can would suffice.
But in looking for the perfect gift for husband #1, I go through the wares of various stores. Hmmm, should I get him new boxers?(and will he magically turn into the hot model wearing them?). Should I get him a hat that comes with an attached fan so it will keep him cool while he is gardening?(does he know if we have a garden?) ooh, what about the useful barbque tongs that also double as a radio, thermometer and lighting rod? That would come in handy when he is watching me grill. Oh, this one is good, the power tool...hmm, should I get the chain saw in red or blue? (does life insurance cover chainsaw "accidents"??) Ah, the perfect gift..a crafstman tool set from sears-but then, we would never talk to our neighbors because we wouldn't need to borrow screwdrivers, or Alan wrenches, or hammers and nails, oh my!
Maybe, just maybe, the perfect gift would be if I didn't make fun of him in this blog..(is it too late for that?) have no fear, the boys got him a Yankees "worlds greatest dad" tshirt...(probably to make me feel bad, because it's always about me) but I'm happy to report that he really is a great dad and his boys are lucky to have him.
Happy fathers day
Happy sunday
Friday, June 17, 2011
Friday June 17,2011
What would mom have done...
I have often said that the iPad is the greatest invention. I keep it next to my bed and when I'm awake in the middle of the night, I can go online. I can facebook stalk people, yes, I am publicly admitting it. I also admit that, at times, I get a bit carried away, but if you are going to post pictures, and I'm not sure what someone is doing in that picture, I have to do some facebook research(stalking) and find out what it's all about. Anyway, not the point I'm going for.
It's graduation season. I have been looking at picture after picture of the beautiful graduates. Kids that I have known for almost their entire lives...and the only question I have is did anyone who graduated with me in 1984 from elementary school get their hair done for graduation??????? Was I the only one who didn't? Now I know that I am one of the few and proud who doesn't get coiffed before various parties, but was I supposed to start back in 84?? Is that where I went wrong?
My mom used to get a perm that made her hair look like someone put a bowl on it and curled the ends around the edge of the bowl...it was real classy(sorry mom, but I've been making fun of that hair style for years) My paternall grandmother, who was quite the looker, used to go to the beauty parlor every week and had gorgeous, thick, fake blonde hair almost her entire life. And then, there is me, who gets her hair cut twice a year and usually wears it up in a clip. My point being, where did I go wrong? Is this something else I can blame on my mom?
So I took out my 1984 yavneh academy yearbook....and there we were..the beauties of graduation. Nope, not a one had their hair professionally done...and we all survived....barely. Guess I will have to find something else to blame on my mom...
Happy Friday and congratulations to the class of 2011. May all your dreams come true....
I have often said that the iPad is the greatest invention. I keep it next to my bed and when I'm awake in the middle of the night, I can go online. I can facebook stalk people, yes, I am publicly admitting it. I also admit that, at times, I get a bit carried away, but if you are going to post pictures, and I'm not sure what someone is doing in that picture, I have to do some facebook research(stalking) and find out what it's all about. Anyway, not the point I'm going for.
It's graduation season. I have been looking at picture after picture of the beautiful graduates. Kids that I have known for almost their entire lives...and the only question I have is did anyone who graduated with me in 1984 from elementary school get their hair done for graduation??????? Was I the only one who didn't? Now I know that I am one of the few and proud who doesn't get coiffed before various parties, but was I supposed to start back in 84?? Is that where I went wrong?
My mom used to get a perm that made her hair look like someone put a bowl on it and curled the ends around the edge of the bowl...it was real classy(sorry mom, but I've been making fun of that hair style for years) My paternall grandmother, who was quite the looker, used to go to the beauty parlor every week and had gorgeous, thick, fake blonde hair almost her entire life. And then, there is me, who gets her hair cut twice a year and usually wears it up in a clip. My point being, where did I go wrong? Is this something else I can blame on my mom?
So I took out my 1984 yavneh academy yearbook....and there we were..the beauties of graduation. Nope, not a one had their hair professionally done...and we all survived....barely. Guess I will have to find something else to blame on my mom...
Happy Friday and congratulations to the class of 2011. May all your dreams come true....
Friday, June 10, 2011
Frday June 10,2011
Weiners, wieners everywhere......
As many of you know I am not very political(or very bright) but this whole wiener thing has gotten me very upset. How many politicians have not been involved in some sort of scandal? How many politicians have not showed their wiener to a woman other than their wife? How many politicians live perfect, puritanical lives?
As a woman who lives in a house full of weiners, I fully support the big weiner in question(that would be Anthony, not a euphemism for husband #1) and hope he continues on his quest for mayor, governor, president..whatever dream he wants to fulfill-I support him(not financially, of course, nor can I vote for him-wait, is he a democrat?) because I believe that what a weiner chooses to do with his wiener has nothing to do with what he can do politically. (take, for example, the current wiener in charge of our country-no sex scandals, and look how fantastic he is doing....) so let's just leave this weiner alone.
And while we are on this subject, there was an article in the times(which we only got for two days while my parents were here) on mens swimsuits and how some styles are more flattering than others(which i really didnt understand because there is only so much you can do with a mens bathing suit, but, whatever...)This ties in with my weiner themed blog because two summers ago, I was at the swim club with someone, and I won't say who because I don't want to embarrass him, but it may or may not be someone I am currently or no longer married to, and while gazing at him in his lounge chair, my eyes happened upon something that should not have been showing, so I fully support the longer male swimsuit...don't care if it makes his legs look shorter or his belly bigger....some weiners need to stay out of the sun.
And there you have it.
Happy Friday
As many of you know I am not very political(or very bright) but this whole wiener thing has gotten me very upset. How many politicians have not been involved in some sort of scandal? How many politicians have not showed their wiener to a woman other than their wife? How many politicians live perfect, puritanical lives?
As a woman who lives in a house full of weiners, I fully support the big weiner in question(that would be Anthony, not a euphemism for husband #1) and hope he continues on his quest for mayor, governor, president..whatever dream he wants to fulfill-I support him(not financially, of course, nor can I vote for him-wait, is he a democrat?) because I believe that what a weiner chooses to do with his wiener has nothing to do with what he can do politically. (take, for example, the current wiener in charge of our country-no sex scandals, and look how fantastic he is doing....) so let's just leave this weiner alone.
And while we are on this subject, there was an article in the times(which we only got for two days while my parents were here) on mens swimsuits and how some styles are more flattering than others(which i really didnt understand because there is only so much you can do with a mens bathing suit, but, whatever...)This ties in with my weiner themed blog because two summers ago, I was at the swim club with someone, and I won't say who because I don't want to embarrass him, but it may or may not be someone I am currently or no longer married to, and while gazing at him in his lounge chair, my eyes happened upon something that should not have been showing, so I fully support the longer male swimsuit...don't care if it makes his legs look shorter or his belly bigger....some weiners need to stay out of the sun.
And there you have it.
Happy Friday
Monday, June 6, 2011
Monday June 6,2011
The art of exercise
In the early eighties, I had the joy of working out with Richard simmons. He came out with an exercise album(to be played on my ultra cool stereo)entitled Reach(I think that was the title...the record is still with the rest of my precious collection safe and sound within the confines of my white Formica bedroom set from rooms plus, god rest its retail soul)anyway, in those days, you couldn't see what he was doing(which is probably a good thing) but he would describe the exercises to you and you were able to follow along, more or less.
Then there was the Jane Fonda workout...to be played on your ultra modern video tape machine. I liked that workout mainly because I would put it in the machine, my mom would think chubby banji was partaking in some sort of physical activity that didn't involve climbing up on a kitchen chair to see what baked goods were being hidden from her, and then, with my mom safe upstairs, I would take a nap on the couch. It was win-win.
Over the years I have been to many gyms and have taken many different classes( no, really, I have, but thanks for playing into my low self esteem)I have always prided myself on being the fat chick who could keep up with the teacher. But, I'm sorry to report, that all of that changed today. My friend and I went back to the scene of the aquasize fiasco to try a "step II" class. There was no "step I" class being offered and since I hadn't taken a step class since the 90's, I figured how bad could it be.
It was bad. I think the teacher was on speed or maybe she wasn't a real teacher, but some sort of avatar that someone was pressing fast forward on because she was doing things on and off the step at the speed of light and I thought I was moving in slow motion, backwards,
with my feet in thick mud. It was the twilight zone of step classes and I was laughing so hard I thought I would pee my pants.
We left the class and went down to the front desk to ask why the class was so complicated and why there was no beginners version and the lady said "oh, the classes here are very difficult." and all I wanted to say was, " Excuse me, but I was a member of THE GYM, where the most elite malnourished women in Bergen county spend their days burning calories that they dont consume and I kept up with them just fine...your gym sucks." but, I didn't. My friend and I did the treadmill and will have fond memories of the establishment that we will not be joining,
Happy monday
In the early eighties, I had the joy of working out with Richard simmons. He came out with an exercise album(to be played on my ultra cool stereo)entitled Reach(I think that was the title...the record is still with the rest of my precious collection safe and sound within the confines of my white Formica bedroom set from rooms plus, god rest its retail soul)anyway, in those days, you couldn't see what he was doing(which is probably a good thing) but he would describe the exercises to you and you were able to follow along, more or less.
Then there was the Jane Fonda workout...to be played on your ultra modern video tape machine. I liked that workout mainly because I would put it in the machine, my mom would think chubby banji was partaking in some sort of physical activity that didn't involve climbing up on a kitchen chair to see what baked goods were being hidden from her, and then, with my mom safe upstairs, I would take a nap on the couch. It was win-win.
Over the years I have been to many gyms and have taken many different classes( no, really, I have, but thanks for playing into my low self esteem)I have always prided myself on being the fat chick who could keep up with the teacher. But, I'm sorry to report, that all of that changed today. My friend and I went back to the scene of the aquasize fiasco to try a "step II" class. There was no "step I" class being offered and since I hadn't taken a step class since the 90's, I figured how bad could it be.
It was bad. I think the teacher was on speed or maybe she wasn't a real teacher, but some sort of avatar that someone was pressing fast forward on because she was doing things on and off the step at the speed of light and I thought I was moving in slow motion, backwards,
with my feet in thick mud. It was the twilight zone of step classes and I was laughing so hard I thought I would pee my pants.
We left the class and went down to the front desk to ask why the class was so complicated and why there was no beginners version and the lady said "oh, the classes here are very difficult." and all I wanted to say was, " Excuse me, but I was a member of THE GYM, where the most elite malnourished women in Bergen county spend their days burning calories that they dont consume and I kept up with them just fine...your gym sucks." but, I didn't. My friend and I did the treadmill and will have fond memories of the establishment that we will not be joining,
Happy monday
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Sunday June 5,2011
I love a parade....
So I'm lying in bed, it's 210 pm, and ive already been to the Israeli day parade, watched 2/3rds of my kids march(sorry son #1, you just didn't coordinated with our very busy schedule)came home from the city, had a lovely lunch with the two kids we saw march, actually, three kids, if you include husband #1 who still thinks he is the mayor of the parade....and I'm so tired I can't even move. Frankly, I find the whole thing rather depressing. I was too tired to walk around and socialize...I sat in the grandstand seats with a bunch of old folks and I actually fit right in!!
My thoughts on the parade are as follows.....just like obama wants to cut the borders of the state of Israel, so has the parade route been cut. Didn't we used to march past 86th street? When did the route get so short? Are we encouraging our kids to be lazy? I'm assuming the route has gotten shorter because security has gotten more expensive and not because they are methodically trying to cut the parade down to five blocks and a hearty handshake..who knows. And don't ask me who "they" are because I haven't the foggiest idea. All I know is that I'm so tired I need to go take a nap. Because I'm over 40...and because I thought it would be a good idea to get my walk in at 8 o clock in the morning....not such a good idea...
Happy Sunday
So I'm lying in bed, it's 210 pm, and ive already been to the Israeli day parade, watched 2/3rds of my kids march(sorry son #1, you just didn't coordinated with our very busy schedule)came home from the city, had a lovely lunch with the two kids we saw march, actually, three kids, if you include husband #1 who still thinks he is the mayor of the parade....and I'm so tired I can't even move. Frankly, I find the whole thing rather depressing. I was too tired to walk around and socialize...I sat in the grandstand seats with a bunch of old folks and I actually fit right in!!
My thoughts on the parade are as follows.....just like obama wants to cut the borders of the state of Israel, so has the parade route been cut. Didn't we used to march past 86th street? When did the route get so short? Are we encouraging our kids to be lazy? I'm assuming the route has gotten shorter because security has gotten more expensive and not because they are methodically trying to cut the parade down to five blocks and a hearty handshake..who knows. And don't ask me who "they" are because I haven't the foggiest idea. All I know is that I'm so tired I need to go take a nap. Because I'm over 40...and because I thought it would be a good idea to get my walk in at 8 o clock in the morning....not such a good idea...
Happy Sunday
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Wednesday June 1,2011 happy birthday Jed Andrew latkin
Another first at forty
Since I have turned 40, I have had the privelage to experience many different firsts...the first time I realized that there were so many grays on my head that pulling them out with a tweezers would only make me bald, the first time I said "man, it's really hot in here" and everyone else in the room was freezing, the first time I had an "I'm 40" mammography, the first time I realized it was easier to read without my glasses, and then there was what happened today. My friend and I, for the first time, and I'm sorry that we didn't invite more people to come because laughter IS the best medicine....we did AQUASIZE. In a pool. With other people watching.
Let me begin by saying that my friend is much younger than I am. And when I say much, she still has a 3 as the first digit. Between the two of us, the average age in the pool came down about 40 years...When we get to the class, the lifeguard with the two hearing aids speeds over to us with his walker a-blazing and says "ladies, you are going to need to wear some sort of plastic over your heads because your hair is too long." wait, there is a pool full of 85 year old women with possible bladder control problems and I need to put a bag over my head? Yes, we did. My friend and I put these adorable and fashionable little white plastic garbage bags over our heads....and the fun began.
Aside from feeling like we were on the set of cocoon...it was quite humorous. Now I am fully aware that if god grants me the ability to live to an old age, I am going to be one cranky bitch-but, I hope I will be able to have a lovely pink hairdo and green eye shadow, with matching earrings, and be able to get my fat tushy into an aqua size class-because these women were having a ball. And I think the two men were also enjoying themselves.
As for my friend and I...well, we were just happy that we didn't see anyone we knew.....
Happy wednesday
Since I have turned 40, I have had the privelage to experience many different firsts...the first time I realized that there were so many grays on my head that pulling them out with a tweezers would only make me bald, the first time I said "man, it's really hot in here" and everyone else in the room was freezing, the first time I had an "I'm 40" mammography, the first time I realized it was easier to read without my glasses, and then there was what happened today. My friend and I, for the first time, and I'm sorry that we didn't invite more people to come because laughter IS the best medicine....we did AQUASIZE. In a pool. With other people watching.
Let me begin by saying that my friend is much younger than I am. And when I say much, she still has a 3 as the first digit. Between the two of us, the average age in the pool came down about 40 years...When we get to the class, the lifeguard with the two hearing aids speeds over to us with his walker a-blazing and says "ladies, you are going to need to wear some sort of plastic over your heads because your hair is too long." wait, there is a pool full of 85 year old women with possible bladder control problems and I need to put a bag over my head? Yes, we did. My friend and I put these adorable and fashionable little white plastic garbage bags over our heads....and the fun began.
Aside from feeling like we were on the set of cocoon...it was quite humorous. Now I am fully aware that if god grants me the ability to live to an old age, I am going to be one cranky bitch-but, I hope I will be able to have a lovely pink hairdo and green eye shadow, with matching earrings, and be able to get my fat tushy into an aqua size class-because these women were having a ball. And I think the two men were also enjoying themselves.
As for my friend and I...well, we were just happy that we didn't see anyone we knew.....
Happy wednesday
Friday, May 27, 2011
Friday may 27,2011
Here comes the sun....
Memorial day weekend. The start of summer. Got my bikini ready, husband #1 just bought a new speedo and we are ready to take our act to the jersey shore. Some woman on the news just said that she lives in new jersey because of the beautiful beaches...um, I've never been to the beautiful beaches. I thought I lived in new jersey because there are so many synagogues-who knew? I'm wondering if I should put the jersey shore on the list of places I need to visit when the kids go to camp....or, I could just go to my favorite neighbor's swimming pool(kissing ass here) and pretend I'm at the shore. That sounds much better..no traffic...no annoying kids building sandcastles and no lifeguards mistaking me for a whale and calling everyone out of the water. I'm going with that option(if my favorite neighbor let's me, of course)
Here's wishing all of you a great memorial day weekend and may the beginning of bathing suit season only bring you joy and greater self esteem.
Happy friday
Memorial day weekend. The start of summer. Got my bikini ready, husband #1 just bought a new speedo and we are ready to take our act to the jersey shore. Some woman on the news just said that she lives in new jersey because of the beautiful beaches...um, I've never been to the beautiful beaches. I thought I lived in new jersey because there are so many synagogues-who knew? I'm wondering if I should put the jersey shore on the list of places I need to visit when the kids go to camp....or, I could just go to my favorite neighbor's swimming pool(kissing ass here) and pretend I'm at the shore. That sounds much better..no traffic...no annoying kids building sandcastles and no lifeguards mistaking me for a whale and calling everyone out of the water. I'm going with that option(if my favorite neighbor let's me, of course)
Here's wishing all of you a great memorial day weekend and may the beginning of bathing suit season only bring you joy and greater self esteem.
Happy friday
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Sunday may 22,2011
80's in HD
As some of you know, I'm a huge fan of the 80's. The music, the eyebrows, the shoulder pads..love love love that era(oh god, I'm so old I'm recalling an era...) anyway, last night a bunch of us were shown the movie Dirty Dancing. Apparently, the first time I "saw" this movie, I didn't really see it because I was too busy doing something else during the movie that I can't go into, but the next 50 times I watched it, I really fell in love with. I'm a big Jerry orbach fan, lord rest his soul, and the whole thing just puts a smile on my face.
The movie was being shown in high definition. This put a whole new spin on it.."wow, look how bad her skin is"....."look how much makeup he is wearing"....HD, though great for watching hot hockey players, was not so great for watching an 80's movie..it was like our perceptions of what all of these actors looked like was being shattered. I began thinking about what if we put all of our past life experiences in high definition...would those memories be as great as we thought?(oh my, this is not going in the direction i thought it would...)
At my cuties 3 year old birthday party I was thinking remember how easy life was when we were little? When the biggest decision we had to make was which sesame street character we wanted on our juice box? When did it all go so horrible wrong? (ok, now I am just being dramatic). I need to keep my memories of the 80's just as they are..watching 16 candles with my friend Annie till we knew the whole movie by heart, memorizing every word of every police song, sneaking into the movie theatre on route 4 which is now being turned into a gym...and watching dirty dancing without HD....somethings are better left just the way you remember them.
Happy Sunday
As some of you know, I'm a huge fan of the 80's. The music, the eyebrows, the shoulder pads..love love love that era(oh god, I'm so old I'm recalling an era...) anyway, last night a bunch of us were shown the movie Dirty Dancing. Apparently, the first time I "saw" this movie, I didn't really see it because I was too busy doing something else during the movie that I can't go into, but the next 50 times I watched it, I really fell in love with. I'm a big Jerry orbach fan, lord rest his soul, and the whole thing just puts a smile on my face.
The movie was being shown in high definition. This put a whole new spin on it.."wow, look how bad her skin is"....."look how much makeup he is wearing"....HD, though great for watching hot hockey players, was not so great for watching an 80's movie..it was like our perceptions of what all of these actors looked like was being shattered. I began thinking about what if we put all of our past life experiences in high definition...would those memories be as great as we thought?(oh my, this is not going in the direction i thought it would...)
At my cuties 3 year old birthday party I was thinking remember how easy life was when we were little? When the biggest decision we had to make was which sesame street character we wanted on our juice box? When did it all go so horrible wrong? (ok, now I am just being dramatic). I need to keep my memories of the 80's just as they are..watching 16 candles with my friend Annie till we knew the whole movie by heart, memorizing every word of every police song, sneaking into the movie theatre on route 4 which is now being turned into a gym...and watching dirty dancing without HD....somethings are better left just the way you remember them.
Happy Sunday
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Wednesday may 18, 2011
Desperate times
Because of this weather I have been suffering from seasonal affective disorder(as opposed to the usual mood disorder that I regularly suffer from). SAD is an actual diagnosis in the DSM ( which stands for diagnostic something manual..hey, I've been on maternity leave for 14 1/2 years..I'm lucky I remember anything..) peoples moods change because of the gloomy weather...no sun..no smiles. So when the sun appeared for a brief moment in time, on went the sneakers and out the door went the rest of me. But, because of my SAD, I took an umbrella, just in case. (just in case it rained again, which it did, but since I had the umbrella, I was happy, not sad..ok, bad joke, sorry)
While walking, I noticed a new trend...very large headphones. I actually think that son #1 and some of his friends have them. Didn't we (and when I say "we" I mean the old folks over 40) wear those in the 80's with our ultra cool walkmen attached to them?(kids, walk men weren't men that walked along with us, they were little tape recorders that played our cassette tapes. No, not like duct tape or scotch tape...forget it)
I thought big bulky headphones went out with leg warmers and scrunchies....but, over the weekend my friend (and mother of four girls-whenever I go to her house I feel like I'm in a different country..)showed me her daughters new, fashionable scrunchies- they are back in style..does that mean that assymetrical haircuts are soon to follow? Neon colored sweatshirts? So, yes, everything old is new again, but I got rid of the old headphones because the new, lighter ones replaced them....
If the fashion experts say that if you wore it the first time it was in style, you are probably too old to wear it when it comes back in style, I'm pretty sure the only thing that might not apply to this golden rule is headphones (miniskirts and sequins yes, think I can still get away with
wearing swatches though...) but I really like my teeny tiny headphones...but maybe the big headphones will make my hips look smaller...hmmmm, that might not be a bad thing.
Here's hoping the sun will come out soon...
Happy wednesday
Because of this weather I have been suffering from seasonal affective disorder(as opposed to the usual mood disorder that I regularly suffer from). SAD is an actual diagnosis in the DSM ( which stands for diagnostic something manual..hey, I've been on maternity leave for 14 1/2 years..I'm lucky I remember anything..) peoples moods change because of the gloomy weather...no sun..no smiles. So when the sun appeared for a brief moment in time, on went the sneakers and out the door went the rest of me. But, because of my SAD, I took an umbrella, just in case. (just in case it rained again, which it did, but since I had the umbrella, I was happy, not sad..ok, bad joke, sorry)
While walking, I noticed a new trend...very large headphones. I actually think that son #1 and some of his friends have them. Didn't we (and when I say "we" I mean the old folks over 40) wear those in the 80's with our ultra cool walkmen attached to them?(kids, walk men weren't men that walked along with us, they were little tape recorders that played our cassette tapes. No, not like duct tape or scotch tape...forget it)
I thought big bulky headphones went out with leg warmers and scrunchies....but, over the weekend my friend (and mother of four girls-whenever I go to her house I feel like I'm in a different country..)showed me her daughters new, fashionable scrunchies- they are back in style..does that mean that assymetrical haircuts are soon to follow? Neon colored sweatshirts? So, yes, everything old is new again, but I got rid of the old headphones because the new, lighter ones replaced them....
If the fashion experts say that if you wore it the first time it was in style, you are probably too old to wear it when it comes back in style, I'm pretty sure the only thing that might not apply to this golden rule is headphones (miniskirts and sequins yes, think I can still get away with
wearing swatches though...) but I really like my teeny tiny headphones...but maybe the big headphones will make my hips look smaller...hmmmm, that might not be a bad thing.
Here's hoping the sun will come out soon...
Happy wednesday
Friday, May 13, 2011
Friday may 13,2011
A letter to my precious little one....
Dear son #3:
You are very special to me and now that you are 45 years old and still living in our basement I want to apologize. On may 13, 2011, when you left to go to the island of long(Aka land of the skinny mini and pancake hat) to visit with your adorable friends, I went to kohls and returned the mother of pearl mom heart. Don't worry, when the saleslady saw I was returning it, I got a dirty look, one that said "you are a terrible mother....are you really returning this precious gift of 18 karat gold over sterling silver that was 66 % off with your kohls charge?"
Yes, I am. I have a feeling that you found out about it and that is why you are still living in the basement, but I wanted to formally confess. And I apologize,again, but even though I love shopping at kmart(sorry mom, I know you raised me at saks, but things change when you marry monsey) I couldn't keep the heart. Perhaps it's like the wise dr. Phil said, I'm addicted to acceptance and unless the heart had read "#1 mom" or "best mom in the world"....the generic "mom" didn't give me the positive feedback that I eternally crave as a deprived middle child....
I love you son, more than words can say, but get the hell out of my basement...the free ride is over.
Happy friday
Dear son #3:
You are very special to me and now that you are 45 years old and still living in our basement I want to apologize. On may 13, 2011, when you left to go to the island of long(Aka land of the skinny mini and pancake hat) to visit with your adorable friends, I went to kohls and returned the mother of pearl mom heart. Don't worry, when the saleslady saw I was returning it, I got a dirty look, one that said "you are a terrible mother....are you really returning this precious gift of 18 karat gold over sterling silver that was 66 % off with your kohls charge?"
Yes, I am. I have a feeling that you found out about it and that is why you are still living in the basement, but I wanted to formally confess. And I apologize,again, but even though I love shopping at kmart(sorry mom, I know you raised me at saks, but things change when you marry monsey) I couldn't keep the heart. Perhaps it's like the wise dr. Phil said, I'm addicted to acceptance and unless the heart had read "#1 mom" or "best mom in the world"....the generic "mom" didn't give me the positive feedback that I eternally crave as a deprived middle child....
I love you son, more than words can say, but get the hell out of my basement...the free ride is over.
Happy friday
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Wednesday may 11,2011
Love that oprah....
Poor son #3 was running a fever and had a cold since Friday. He missed Monday and Tuesday of school...which meant that when he didn't have fever on Tuesday, I selfishly crossed my fingers that the fever wouldn't come back so he could go back to school today. When I was rushing him to the bus this morning he said "mom, how long are you going to walk today?" well, kid, since I missed two days of walking/head clearing...I might just walk the whole day. Truth is, I was so happy to see the spark back in his eyes this morning, I almost forgot he made me wear the mother of pearl mom heart he picked out for me......(oh, and son #2 wanted me to clarify to my readers that he had NOTHING to do with the gift gone awry...he wasn't even there...ah..gotta love the middle child.)
Anyway..I have been dvr-ing oprahs last season and yesterday's show was her last weight loss episode. It was moving and inspiring..but while watching it, I was eating a bowl of wacky Mac with parmesan cheese on it. This is bad on so many levels-the most important being that wacky Mac is made with cheese and I voluntarily added more cheese. It is also bad because 100 people in the audience had lost 100 pounds or more and clearly I was moving in the wrong direction and if Bob, oprah's fitness guru could see what I was doing, the botox would've run right out of the man's forehead....that would've been ashame...
I have said before that sometimes it makes me happy that oprah struggles with her weight because she is almost as powerful as god and if she can't get it under control, is there hope for me? For any of us? Do you think god as flabby arms too? But if she does, she is god and knows the secret to hiding them....
In any event..I'm just glad that I don't have to watch anymore phineas and Ferb with my kid today.....and am grateful he is feeling better.
Happy wednesday
Poor son #3 was running a fever and had a cold since Friday. He missed Monday and Tuesday of school...which meant that when he didn't have fever on Tuesday, I selfishly crossed my fingers that the fever wouldn't come back so he could go back to school today. When I was rushing him to the bus this morning he said "mom, how long are you going to walk today?" well, kid, since I missed two days of walking/head clearing...I might just walk the whole day. Truth is, I was so happy to see the spark back in his eyes this morning, I almost forgot he made me wear the mother of pearl mom heart he picked out for me......(oh, and son #2 wanted me to clarify to my readers that he had NOTHING to do with the gift gone awry...he wasn't even there...ah..gotta love the middle child.)
Anyway..I have been dvr-ing oprahs last season and yesterday's show was her last weight loss episode. It was moving and inspiring..but while watching it, I was eating a bowl of wacky Mac with parmesan cheese on it. This is bad on so many levels-the most important being that wacky Mac is made with cheese and I voluntarily added more cheese. It is also bad because 100 people in the audience had lost 100 pounds or more and clearly I was moving in the wrong direction and if Bob, oprah's fitness guru could see what I was doing, the botox would've run right out of the man's forehead....that would've been ashame...
I have said before that sometimes it makes me happy that oprah struggles with her weight because she is almost as powerful as god and if she can't get it under control, is there hope for me? For any of us? Do you think god as flabby arms too? But if she does, she is god and knows the secret to hiding them....
In any event..I'm just glad that I don't have to watch anymore phineas and Ferb with my kid today.....and am grateful he is feeling better.
Happy wednesday
Monday, May 9, 2011
Monday may9, 2011
The day after
My mothers day sucked. Yes, I know I'm supposed to be grateful that I am a mother..that I have a mother...that I don't have cancer..blah blah blah. It sucked. No two ways around it. It was probably my second all time worst mothers day ever. The first one I can't go into in case any members of husband #1's family reads this.. that one was pretty bad. But we are discussing this one for now.
When did husband #1 think it was ok to take the kids to buy me a mothers day present from kohls the night before mothers day?!?! Have I not been cleaning his dirty laundry well enough? Have I not had an ample supply of coffee cakes and orange soda? When did jewelry from kohls become ok? It is not ok. I do not have a mullet, I do not wear a tank top without a bra and cut off jean shorts (for more reasons than one) i do not have multiple piercings and I have not been recently paroled for manslaughter(though, it's been tempting)....
At baseball yesterday, I told some moms about the 18 karat gold over silver, mother of pearl heart that says MOM on it that husband #1 let the kids get for me. "oh...that's so sweet banji, I think you are over reacting.." umm...they gave me the gift and said "we know you don't like hearts but...."
No no no...I don't like hearts but nothing. If their father had a matching tattoo that said "mom" in a heart (which, I'm sure if he could have, he would have one....) it would be one thing....if their father had a thing for cans of beer and watching football half naked with his hands down his pants(he does wear a shirt) it would be ok for him to think it was ok to buy me jewelry from kohls!!!!!!!!!!! No, I am NOT over reacting.
Boys come on...you know me...I'm the best mom in the world-remember? I sit in a minivan with you, for hours at a time, without peeing, so we can go to batting practice, get autographs, sit in the rain and catch pneumonia in baseball stadiums across the country-have you forgotten that?!?!?!?!? At least if the heart read "best mom".....have I taught you nothing??? I would have been happier with a prescription for lithium or Xanax...but kohls jewelry??? Where oh where did I go wrong......
Happy freakin monday
My mothers day sucked. Yes, I know I'm supposed to be grateful that I am a mother..that I have a mother...that I don't have cancer..blah blah blah. It sucked. No two ways around it. It was probably my second all time worst mothers day ever. The first one I can't go into in case any members of husband #1's family reads this.. that one was pretty bad. But we are discussing this one for now.
When did husband #1 think it was ok to take the kids to buy me a mothers day present from kohls the night before mothers day?!?! Have I not been cleaning his dirty laundry well enough? Have I not had an ample supply of coffee cakes and orange soda? When did jewelry from kohls become ok? It is not ok. I do not have a mullet, I do not wear a tank top without a bra and cut off jean shorts (for more reasons than one) i do not have multiple piercings and I have not been recently paroled for manslaughter(though, it's been tempting)....
At baseball yesterday, I told some moms about the 18 karat gold over silver, mother of pearl heart that says MOM on it that husband #1 let the kids get for me. "oh...that's so sweet banji, I think you are over reacting.." umm...they gave me the gift and said "we know you don't like hearts but...."
No no no...I don't like hearts but nothing. If their father had a matching tattoo that said "mom" in a heart (which, I'm sure if he could have, he would have one....) it would be one thing....if their father had a thing for cans of beer and watching football half naked with his hands down his pants(he does wear a shirt) it would be ok for him to think it was ok to buy me jewelry from kohls!!!!!!!!!!! No, I am NOT over reacting.
Boys come on...you know me...I'm the best mom in the world-remember? I sit in a minivan with you, for hours at a time, without peeing, so we can go to batting practice, get autographs, sit in the rain and catch pneumonia in baseball stadiums across the country-have you forgotten that?!?!?!?!? At least if the heart read "best mom".....have I taught you nothing??? I would have been happier with a prescription for lithium or Xanax...but kohls jewelry??? Where oh where did I go wrong......
Happy freakin monday
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Saturday may 7,2011
More mothers day..
Twas the night before mothers day
And all through the house,
No one was stirring
no child or spouse..
For the spouse had just realized
That no gift was obtained
And if the kids gave mom nothing
He for sure would be maimed...
So when the sun had set
He threw the progeny in the car
And ran off to find something
That would make mom avoid a bar...
But when all is said and done
Mom wondered aloud
When would the spouse realize
What she needed was what she had..
Her beautiful children
Who fill her days with much joy
And she's not even being sarcastic
For she truly loves those three boys...
Happy mothers day
Happy Saturday
Twas the night before mothers day
And all through the house,
No one was stirring
no child or spouse..
For the spouse had just realized
That no gift was obtained
And if the kids gave mom nothing
He for sure would be maimed...
So when the sun had set
He threw the progeny in the car
And ran off to find something
That would make mom avoid a bar...
But when all is said and done
Mom wondered aloud
When would the spouse realize
What she needed was what she had..
Her beautiful children
Who fill her days with much joy
And she's not even being sarcastic
For she truly loves those three boys...
Happy mothers day
Happy Saturday
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Thursday may 5,2011
Wishes for mothers day
Let me tell you, it's been a tough week( get the tissues ready...) Monday, my last day at the gym, included my last free personal training session. This was good because I was taught various exercises to do at home, this was bad because, up until today, I haven't been able to sit on the toilet without my eyes rolling back in my head(wait, why is exercise good for you? I think it's a conspiracy with the makers of advil, but that's for another blog) on Tuesday, my world came crashing down...my boyfriend was arrested for a DUI. The dumb schmuck. What was he thinking? I had to break up with him and now I'm boycotting his concert in englewood because I can tolerate the groupies..the affairs...but drinking and driving is just plain unacceptable(drinking and not driving is another story...)
And now mothers day is rapidly approaching. Thanks to my ability to reference my old blogs, I was able to discover that I forgot to buy my mom a card last year...and apparently that set the tone for a whole year of my not being her favorite child(just kidding, I was never her favorite child..) so it's on my to do list. As for me, being a mom is gift enough(just kidding, nothing says "mom, I love you" like a hearty handshake and a peck on the cheek).
I have decided that this mothers day, I want my boys to switch places with me. I will be them and they will be me(thought I would further explain that concept). On mothers day, I am going to leave my crap all over the floor-clothes, underwear, loose papers, toothpaste and pee. As me, they will pick up and clean up said mess, with a big smile on their faces..(see where this is going?) I will ask for food, drink, batteries, pencils, new socks, rides to the mall(because I broke my iPad and I have to go to the apple store), rides to school because I left my homework/hockey helmet/tefillin there....
And they, as me, will do whatever I ask.....and are not allowed to curse, yell or scream at me(do as I say, not as I do....do role models get any better than me? ). It should be an interesting day...don't you think?
As for husband #1's place in all of this? My mothers day gift to him is that he can spend the whole day with his mother....
Happy mothers day to all the moms out there....I will be at fish of the c's with my mom enjoying a tuna melt and onion rings...and then I will be walking her back to fair lawn to burn off the calories....
Happy thursday
Let me tell you, it's been a tough week( get the tissues ready...) Monday, my last day at the gym, included my last free personal training session. This was good because I was taught various exercises to do at home, this was bad because, up until today, I haven't been able to sit on the toilet without my eyes rolling back in my head(wait, why is exercise good for you? I think it's a conspiracy with the makers of advil, but that's for another blog) on Tuesday, my world came crashing down...my boyfriend was arrested for a DUI. The dumb schmuck. What was he thinking? I had to break up with him and now I'm boycotting his concert in englewood because I can tolerate the groupies..the affairs...but drinking and driving is just plain unacceptable(drinking and not driving is another story...)
And now mothers day is rapidly approaching. Thanks to my ability to reference my old blogs, I was able to discover that I forgot to buy my mom a card last year...and apparently that set the tone for a whole year of my not being her favorite child(just kidding, I was never her favorite child..) so it's on my to do list. As for me, being a mom is gift enough(just kidding, nothing says "mom, I love you" like a hearty handshake and a peck on the cheek).
I have decided that this mothers day, I want my boys to switch places with me. I will be them and they will be me(thought I would further explain that concept). On mothers day, I am going to leave my crap all over the floor-clothes, underwear, loose papers, toothpaste and pee. As me, they will pick up and clean up said mess, with a big smile on their faces..(see where this is going?) I will ask for food, drink, batteries, pencils, new socks, rides to the mall(because I broke my iPad and I have to go to the apple store), rides to school because I left my homework/hockey helmet/tefillin there....
And they, as me, will do whatever I ask.....and are not allowed to curse, yell or scream at me(do as I say, not as I do....do role models get any better than me? ). It should be an interesting day...don't you think?
As for husband #1's place in all of this? My mothers day gift to him is that he can spend the whole day with his mother....
Happy mothers day to all the moms out there....I will be at fish of the c's with my mom enjoying a tuna melt and onion rings...and then I will be walking her back to fair lawn to burn off the calories....
Happy thursday
Monday, May 2, 2011
Monday may 2,2011
It's all relative.....
While most people will be celebrating the assassination of bin laden, I will be celebrating my last day at THE GYM. Yes, I know, it's odd that I would be comparing the death of the mastermind behind 9-11 to the cessation of being ignored by so-called friendly Americans, but when I have ever claimed not to be odd....
My feeling on the assassination, and keep in mind that husband #1 compared me to Joey in the episode of Friends when he only has one volume of the encyclopedia, is that bin laden might be dead, but there are many others, crazier more fanatical others, that are going to be more than happy to replace him. And since this scares the crap out of me, I would like to focus on the stupidity of my rejoicing over my last day with the skinny hungry mean people at the gym.
I do love those spin classes, but now that the weather is getting nicer(possibly, with this whole global warming thing it could snow again tomorrow)I am looking forward to getting back to walking and enjoying nature....and having people honk at me because I am either taking up too much room on the street OR they know me and it's a friendly honk.( by the way....I can't see you through the windshield so if I look like I don't know who you are, it's because I can't see who you are...not because those unfriendly folks at THE GYM have turned me against you because you're not wearing lululemon.)
As for the other topic, may God watch over us and protect us from all the evil in the world.
Happy, hopeful Monday.
While most people will be celebrating the assassination of bin laden, I will be celebrating my last day at THE GYM. Yes, I know, it's odd that I would be comparing the death of the mastermind behind 9-11 to the cessation of being ignored by so-called friendly Americans, but when I have ever claimed not to be odd....
My feeling on the assassination, and keep in mind that husband #1 compared me to Joey in the episode of Friends when he only has one volume of the encyclopedia, is that bin laden might be dead, but there are many others, crazier more fanatical others, that are going to be more than happy to replace him. And since this scares the crap out of me, I would like to focus on the stupidity of my rejoicing over my last day with the skinny hungry mean people at the gym.
I do love those spin classes, but now that the weather is getting nicer(possibly, with this whole global warming thing it could snow again tomorrow)I am looking forward to getting back to walking and enjoying nature....and having people honk at me because I am either taking up too much room on the street OR they know me and it's a friendly honk.( by the way....I can't see you through the windshield so if I look like I don't know who you are, it's because I can't see who you are...not because those unfriendly folks at THE GYM have turned me against you because you're not wearing lululemon.)
As for the other topic, may God watch over us and protect us from all the evil in the world.
Happy, hopeful Monday.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Friday April 29,2011
Royal wedding....
I was up at 530 this morning and I'm proud to admit it. We had the opportunity to watch a real fairy tale and I loved every minute of it. The kiss was lacking some passion, but they are both virgins so I'm sure they were just nervous....onto the subject at hand.....
Poor Kate...princess Diana probably would have been an incredible mother in law. She loved her boys, she loved fashion and she would have loved Kate. I'm usually a skeptic about these things, but I know. So now we have Camilla, once described by her mother in law as "that horrible woman" (queen or no queen, a mother in law should only think those things, say them to her husband everyday for the rest of his life perhaps, but never, ever say them aloud.....) and Camilla doesn't seem to really care about fashion or accessorizing. And we have kate's mom, who looks like a lovely woman, who produced two hot daughters and a son who looks like he's hot-to-trot...
...so with all of these women, I ask, Why oh why did no one give Kate a necklace to wear with her dress? It was not a wow-factor dress..that's what diana wore, but with the right royal gem stone, it could've had a bit more panache. Now, I'm clearly no expert, but I do know my jewelry(since jewelry and pocketbooks always fit....) and she needed a piece. She's gonna be queen for gods sakes...give the girl a piece of jewelry. The tiara was lovely(nothing like the one I wear around the house, but mine also has stones that are glue-gunned on) but, it just wasn't enough.
When I got married husband #1 gave me little pearl earrings surrounded by diamonds. They were little on me because his sister, who is 9 inches shorter than I am thought they looked big on her.....but I wore them and smiled...cause that's the kindve wife I am (or was....the earrings have been put away waiting for a granddaughter...or niece....or friends daughter.....) I know his intentions were good and now he knows better(or at least I do and pick out stuff myself...don't tell him though, he never notices....) but Kate is royalty....she needed someone to advise her. If anyone knows her, please tell her I'm available to be her jewelry consultant (I'll even sneak her some cookies, poor girl looked like she was going to faint from hunger.....)
May we all live happily ever after.....
Happy friday
I was up at 530 this morning and I'm proud to admit it. We had the opportunity to watch a real fairy tale and I loved every minute of it. The kiss was lacking some passion, but they are both virgins so I'm sure they were just nervous....onto the subject at hand.....
Poor Kate...princess Diana probably would have been an incredible mother in law. She loved her boys, she loved fashion and she would have loved Kate. I'm usually a skeptic about these things, but I know. So now we have Camilla, once described by her mother in law as "that horrible woman" (queen or no queen, a mother in law should only think those things, say them to her husband everyday for the rest of his life perhaps, but never, ever say them aloud.....) and Camilla doesn't seem to really care about fashion or accessorizing. And we have kate's mom, who looks like a lovely woman, who produced two hot daughters and a son who looks like he's hot-to-trot...
...so with all of these women, I ask, Why oh why did no one give Kate a necklace to wear with her dress? It was not a wow-factor dress..that's what diana wore, but with the right royal gem stone, it could've had a bit more panache. Now, I'm clearly no expert, but I do know my jewelry(since jewelry and pocketbooks always fit....) and she needed a piece. She's gonna be queen for gods sakes...give the girl a piece of jewelry. The tiara was lovely(nothing like the one I wear around the house, but mine also has stones that are glue-gunned on) but, it just wasn't enough.
When I got married husband #1 gave me little pearl earrings surrounded by diamonds. They were little on me because his sister, who is 9 inches shorter than I am thought they looked big on her.....but I wore them and smiled...cause that's the kindve wife I am (or was....the earrings have been put away waiting for a granddaughter...or niece....or friends daughter.....) I know his intentions were good and now he knows better(or at least I do and pick out stuff myself...don't tell him though, he never notices....) but Kate is royalty....she needed someone to advise her. If anyone knows her, please tell her I'm available to be her jewelry consultant (I'll even sneak her some cookies, poor girl looked like she was going to faint from hunger.....)
May we all live happily ever after.....
Happy friday
Thursday, April 28, 2011
thursday april 28,2011
please dont lean over...
we had an ipod goo emergency today. the goo that i told son #3 NOT to get as a prize for selling candy, exploded in his knapsack and did something not very good to his ipod. So, off to the apple store we went to find a genius to help us fix the ipod. Apparently, goo is a very powerful substance and it is not fixable. Or under warranty....but, that is not what this blog is about. We were sent to a waiting area between table#3 and table #4..kind've an apple store purgatory-our problem wasnt seriousness enough to warrant a back-of-the-store-genius..so they had to put us somewhere.
Working on the computer on table #3 was a young woman in a low cut shirt. The shirt was made even more low cut when she would lean over the computer and her boobies were revealed for all to see. Every man and woman that walked by table #3 were witness to the boobies. Son #3 was playing on another computer..i kept an eye on him, but he had yet to notice the boobies. And then, he looked up. I saw his eyes look at her...and then look at me...."Mommy," he whispered, "you can see down her shirt...can we move to another table?" god bless that kid.
I asked if i should tell the woman about what she was showing to the whole store..he told me not too...he is a man after all...what can you do....
Happy Thursday
we had an ipod goo emergency today. the goo that i told son #3 NOT to get as a prize for selling candy, exploded in his knapsack and did something not very good to his ipod. So, off to the apple store we went to find a genius to help us fix the ipod. Apparently, goo is a very powerful substance and it is not fixable. Or under warranty....but, that is not what this blog is about. We were sent to a waiting area between table#3 and table #4..kind've an apple store purgatory-our problem wasnt seriousness enough to warrant a back-of-the-store-genius..so they had to put us somewhere.
Working on the computer on table #3 was a young woman in a low cut shirt. The shirt was made even more low cut when she would lean over the computer and her boobies were revealed for all to see. Every man and woman that walked by table #3 were witness to the boobies. Son #3 was playing on another computer..i kept an eye on him, but he had yet to notice the boobies. And then, he looked up. I saw his eyes look at her...and then look at me...."Mommy," he whispered, "you can see down her shirt...can we move to another table?" god bless that kid.
I asked if i should tell the woman about what she was showing to the whole store..he told me not too...he is a man after all...what can you do....
Happy Thursday
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Thursday april 21,2011
It keeps getting better..
We Jews are a funny group of people. Our religion ranges from those of us who eat matzo on Passover with our ham and eggs to those of us that will only swim in a pool with people of the same sex, with a curtain encompassing the entire circumference of the pool so no one of the opposite sex can see us....and all of the entertaining nuances in between. But, the one thing that remains constant in our religion, whether we hang to the right or to the left, is that everything revolves around food.
I am sitting in the lobby of the Hudson valley resort, it is 20 degrees outside and there is a cocktail party going on, in a tent, just a few feet from the entrance to the hotel. Women in furs, children bundled in their north faces, the elderly zipping along in their sabbath friendly scooters are all gearing up for the frosty walk for the food. Party started at 6....dinner is at 7. I'm not joking. I'm also a little concerned because the hotel has been advertising a new and improved petting zoo, and I'm afraid that what is being served at the cocktail party is the old decrepit petting zoo(where are those lamb chops from???)
I read a fascinating article in the Jewish press about eating healthy on vacation. Rachael Schindler, who I am assuming is a skinny mini from long island, advised me(and I'm sure she was just talking to me) that I should choose one meal a day to eat what I want, and then refrain from over-eating the rest of the day. Surprisingly, she wrote that breakfast, which I thought was the most important meal of the day(but don't really believe is the most important-since I don't want to make my other meals feel bad.,,)shouldn't be the one I choose because the breakfast menu is the same everyday...interesting. I happen to like lunch because it is dairy, but that's just me. And I'm sure none of you really care...
Well, it's getting a little noisy in the lobby, I'm assuming that's because the cocktail party is coming to a close and the dining room is about to open, thank god. I hope everyone enjoyed snacking on the rejects from the petting zoo, poor things...those baby chickens were so cute, but I guess they taste better as nuggets.....
Happy thursday
We Jews are a funny group of people. Our religion ranges from those of us who eat matzo on Passover with our ham and eggs to those of us that will only swim in a pool with people of the same sex, with a curtain encompassing the entire circumference of the pool so no one of the opposite sex can see us....and all of the entertaining nuances in between. But, the one thing that remains constant in our religion, whether we hang to the right or to the left, is that everything revolves around food.
I am sitting in the lobby of the Hudson valley resort, it is 20 degrees outside and there is a cocktail party going on, in a tent, just a few feet from the entrance to the hotel. Women in furs, children bundled in their north faces, the elderly zipping along in their sabbath friendly scooters are all gearing up for the frosty walk for the food. Party started at 6....dinner is at 7. I'm not joking. I'm also a little concerned because the hotel has been advertising a new and improved petting zoo, and I'm afraid that what is being served at the cocktail party is the old decrepit petting zoo(where are those lamb chops from???)
I read a fascinating article in the Jewish press about eating healthy on vacation. Rachael Schindler, who I am assuming is a skinny mini from long island, advised me(and I'm sure she was just talking to me) that I should choose one meal a day to eat what I want, and then refrain from over-eating the rest of the day. Surprisingly, she wrote that breakfast, which I thought was the most important meal of the day(but don't really believe is the most important-since I don't want to make my other meals feel bad.,,)shouldn't be the one I choose because the breakfast menu is the same everyday...interesting. I happen to like lunch because it is dairy, but that's just me. And I'm sure none of you really care...
Well, it's getting a little noisy in the lobby, I'm assuming that's because the cocktail party is coming to a close and the dining room is about to open, thank god. I hope everyone enjoyed snacking on the rejects from the petting zoo, poor things...those baby chickens were so cute, but I guess they taste better as nuggets.....
Happy thursday
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Wednesday april 20 2011
Classy in the catskills...
Here I am in the catskills. There really is nothing like it....I can't imagine that the people at the biltmore or at the king david fart in public and pretend that no one can hear or smell them...I think that's a catskills thing, but I can't be sure. Others will have to report back to me....
The weather has not been ideal up here in beautiful kerhonks new York. And today, when it briefly cleared up, it was like after the flood...people walking outside with dazed looks on their faces " hey, is that the sun?"......"wow, look how pretty the trees are"... "is there a tea room out here?" but at least we were finally outside...at least until the next meal was served.
The outfits in the mountains have not been that crazy, which is good for me sitting here in my Jean skirt, danskin leggings from 1992 and old navy hoodie..if I only brought my snood...or my styrofoam head for my wig...left that at home too...what can you do.
But the important thing is spending quality time with your family...today was the ganchrow bananagram marathon...because, after all, nothing makes three boys laugh more than when they can spell out fart, penis and doody.....
Hope you are all enjoying your holiday....
Happy wednesday
Here I am in the catskills. There really is nothing like it....I can't imagine that the people at the biltmore or at the king david fart in public and pretend that no one can hear or smell them...I think that's a catskills thing, but I can't be sure. Others will have to report back to me....
The weather has not been ideal up here in beautiful kerhonks new York. And today, when it briefly cleared up, it was like after the flood...people walking outside with dazed looks on their faces " hey, is that the sun?"......"wow, look how pretty the trees are"... "is there a tea room out here?" but at least we were finally outside...at least until the next meal was served.
The outfits in the mountains have not been that crazy, which is good for me sitting here in my Jean skirt, danskin leggings from 1992 and old navy hoodie..if I only brought my snood...or my styrofoam head for my wig...left that at home too...what can you do.
But the important thing is spending quality time with your family...today was the ganchrow bananagram marathon...because, after all, nothing makes three boys laugh more than when they can spell out fart, penis and doody.....
Hope you are all enjoying your holiday....
Happy wednesday
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Sunday April 17,2011
Passovers gone by.....
In trying to keep up with the joneses(or in the Jewish world we'll say keeping up with the steins..) I will be in Florida for the first part of the holiday, Arizona for the middle part and Israel for the end. Man, that's going to be exhausting...especially since husband #1 doesn't like paying to check in luggage so we each have one shop rite bag for the whole journey....don't stand too close..
In reality, the ganchrow clan is doing something that they haven't done in years...split the holiday between in laws and parents. If we weren't with the in laws for the first days, they would be alone and if we weren't with my parents the last days, they would be alone..man, I hope my kids will be as w o n d e r f u l as we are being....(to dream the impossible dream)
Anyway, for some reason, my memories of passovers of the past are quite vivid. Watching my papa make charoset with us with the chopper, eating the butter-sugar-just a touch of salt Passover cereal that he would make us(is it any wonder why I have a weight problem?)...and then when my maternal grandparents were no longer with us we would go to the concord, where the food was so good, there's no way it was really kosher (for Passover or any other holiday) We would have these big private seders with friends and family. Good times. Though, let us not forget how my mom and sister would pack so much that the back of the car would practically touch the ground...yup, those were the days.
I can only hope that despite all of the screaming I do at my kids(and husband #1, of course, who took the boys to a Yankee game so no one could actually help do anything....) they will treasure the memories that they are making with their grandparents...
May you all have a happy and healthy holiday season..filled with good memories and regular trips to the bathroom.....
Happy Sunday
In trying to keep up with the joneses(or in the Jewish world we'll say keeping up with the steins..) I will be in Florida for the first part of the holiday, Arizona for the middle part and Israel for the end. Man, that's going to be exhausting...especially since husband #1 doesn't like paying to check in luggage so we each have one shop rite bag for the whole journey....don't stand too close..
In reality, the ganchrow clan is doing something that they haven't done in years...split the holiday between in laws and parents. If we weren't with the in laws for the first days, they would be alone and if we weren't with my parents the last days, they would be alone..man, I hope my kids will be as w o n d e r f u l as we are being....(to dream the impossible dream)
Anyway, for some reason, my memories of passovers of the past are quite vivid. Watching my papa make charoset with us with the chopper, eating the butter-sugar-just a touch of salt Passover cereal that he would make us(is it any wonder why I have a weight problem?)...and then when my maternal grandparents were no longer with us we would go to the concord, where the food was so good, there's no way it was really kosher (for Passover or any other holiday) We would have these big private seders with friends and family. Good times. Though, let us not forget how my mom and sister would pack so much that the back of the car would practically touch the ground...yup, those were the days.
I can only hope that despite all of the screaming I do at my kids(and husband #1, of course, who took the boys to a Yankee game so no one could actually help do anything....) they will treasure the memories that they are making with their grandparents...
May you all have a happy and healthy holiday season..filled with good memories and regular trips to the bathroom.....
Happy Sunday
Friday, April 15, 2011
Friday April 15,2011 Annie Rachel gally's birthday
No sex in the city...but I think moshiach is coming...
Imagine, for a moment, that I am Carrie bradshaw.(stop laughing) instead of manolo blahniks, I am wearing nikes, instead of some fashionable Pucci gucci frock, I am wearing chico's finest..but, most importantly, imagine that I did spend the day in the city and now I am writing my column(blog) about my adventures.
I do love new York. I love looking at all of the different faces and clothes...the women dashing through a red light in seven inch heels...the different store windows. But what I love the most, is that you never know what you are going to see. While walking down fifth avenue, all of a sudden, I heard police sirens....lots of them and, a hint of, could it be? Jewish music? Turning to my right, there on fifth avenue in the middle of the day, I was witness to the mitzvah tank parade. I rubbed my eyes with disbelief, but as true as the rumor that I have never had plastic surgery, there they were...at least 100 mitzvah tanks driving down fifth avenue...inside each tank were several messengers of menachem mendel schneerson waving at the stunned people of new York city. Was this parade to celebrate menachem's secular birthday? Who knows..but it was a sight to see.
Now, on the total opposite spectrum from the good of humanity to the elevator in bloomingdales(I was only there for the frogurt people, no shopping for me..I got my new sweatshirt from bamboo boutique and I am ready for the granit...)there were about 10 of us in the elevator and the only fat one was shoved into the back(that would be me, fabulous banji bradshaw) and a woman in a wheel chair approached the elevator and none of the skinny bitches would hold the door for her and it closed in her face.....and then I said "how did you let the door close?!?? Oh...I forgot where I am...."
New York city...the good..the bad...and the hungry...
Happy Friday...
Imagine, for a moment, that I am Carrie bradshaw.(stop laughing) instead of manolo blahniks, I am wearing nikes, instead of some fashionable Pucci gucci frock, I am wearing chico's finest..but, most importantly, imagine that I did spend the day in the city and now I am writing my column(blog) about my adventures.
I do love new York. I love looking at all of the different faces and clothes...the women dashing through a red light in seven inch heels...the different store windows. But what I love the most, is that you never know what you are going to see. While walking down fifth avenue, all of a sudden, I heard police sirens....lots of them and, a hint of, could it be? Jewish music? Turning to my right, there on fifth avenue in the middle of the day, I was witness to the mitzvah tank parade. I rubbed my eyes with disbelief, but as true as the rumor that I have never had plastic surgery, there they were...at least 100 mitzvah tanks driving down fifth avenue...inside each tank were several messengers of menachem mendel schneerson waving at the stunned people of new York city. Was this parade to celebrate menachem's secular birthday? Who knows..but it was a sight to see.
Now, on the total opposite spectrum from the good of humanity to the elevator in bloomingdales(I was only there for the frogurt people, no shopping for me..I got my new sweatshirt from bamboo boutique and I am ready for the granit...)there were about 10 of us in the elevator and the only fat one was shoved into the back(that would be me, fabulous banji bradshaw) and a woman in a wheel chair approached the elevator and none of the skinny bitches would hold the door for her and it closed in her face.....and then I said "how did you let the door close?!?? Oh...I forgot where I am...."
New York city...the good..the bad...and the hungry...
Happy Friday...
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Sunday April 10,2011
The kennedys
Husband #1 has me dvr-ing the Kennedy miniseries and I have been watching it. I must say, I am very impressed with Greg kinnear..I was a big fan of his when he was on talk soup and he does a spot on job portraying JFK(I think, as I didn't really know jfk...) anyway, I'm embarrassed to admit that despite being in school for a zillion years, it's like I'm hearing about the bay of pigs and the Cuban missile crisis for the very first time...and did you know that Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas?!?! Am I the dumbest housewife on the planet?!?!?( I knew he was assassinated and I knew about the bay of pigs invasion because it was in Billy joel's song "we didn't start the fire" and one afternoon my brother and I went through all of the lyrics with my dad and he gave us quite the history lesson..)
Apparently the Kennedy family was not happy about the release of this miniseries because it isn't an accurate portrayal of what actually happened, and I can't imagine that Jackie kennedy's hands were as large as Katie holmes are- man that chick has some mighty big paws!! Like the "man-hands" lady from Seinfeld..who knew? Anyway, watching this movie reminded me of a story that I would like to share with you.
About 11 years ago, when I was pregnant with son #3, my mom and I went to the ballet. I had to pee, as pregnant women often do and the line for the ladies room was 3 miles long, as it often is..but the line for the mens room was..well, non existent. So, off I went to the mens room because when you gotta go, you gotta go. When i left the empty mens room, I saw Caroline Kennedy schlossberg. Tall, thin, elegant and still grieving the loss of her brother(I assume, don't know for sure..) and all I wanted to do was make her laugh. As she passed me by on the way to the ladies room, which still had a 3 mile line that no woman, not even a Kennedy could cut, I said " hey, use the mens room, I
just did..this pregnant fatty was not waiting on that line!!" and she chuckled...I made her chuckle. And even though her grandfather was a
raging anti Semite and her dad cheated on her mom with anyone who had boobs(this, according to the miniseries,of course) I felt I served my country.
I do what I can...
Happy sunday
Husband #1 has me dvr-ing the Kennedy miniseries and I have been watching it. I must say, I am very impressed with Greg kinnear..I was a big fan of his when he was on talk soup and he does a spot on job portraying JFK(I think, as I didn't really know jfk...) anyway, I'm embarrassed to admit that despite being in school for a zillion years, it's like I'm hearing about the bay of pigs and the Cuban missile crisis for the very first time...and did you know that Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas?!?! Am I the dumbest housewife on the planet?!?!?( I knew he was assassinated and I knew about the bay of pigs invasion because it was in Billy joel's song "we didn't start the fire" and one afternoon my brother and I went through all of the lyrics with my dad and he gave us quite the history lesson..)
Apparently the Kennedy family was not happy about the release of this miniseries because it isn't an accurate portrayal of what actually happened, and I can't imagine that Jackie kennedy's hands were as large as Katie holmes are- man that chick has some mighty big paws!! Like the "man-hands" lady from Seinfeld..who knew? Anyway, watching this movie reminded me of a story that I would like to share with you.
About 11 years ago, when I was pregnant with son #3, my mom and I went to the ballet. I had to pee, as pregnant women often do and the line for the ladies room was 3 miles long, as it often is..but the line for the mens room was..well, non existent. So, off I went to the mens room because when you gotta go, you gotta go. When i left the empty mens room, I saw Caroline Kennedy schlossberg. Tall, thin, elegant and still grieving the loss of her brother(I assume, don't know for sure..) and all I wanted to do was make her laugh. As she passed me by on the way to the ladies room, which still had a 3 mile line that no woman, not even a Kennedy could cut, I said " hey, use the mens room, I
just did..this pregnant fatty was not waiting on that line!!" and she chuckled...I made her chuckle. And even though her grandfather was a
raging anti Semite and her dad cheated on her mom with anyone who had boobs(this, according to the miniseries,of course) I felt I served my country.
I do what I can...
Happy sunday
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Thursday April 7,2011
The things we do for our kids......
As some of you may know, husband #1's favorite treat, aside from me, is Stella doro Swiss fudge cookies. He has passed this love onto his son, son #1, who eats so few things that I have to indulge him with these cookies and hope there is some nutritional value in them and no cholesterol.
For those of you not from this planet, a Swiss fudge cookie is a cookie that has a chocolate bloby center, surrounded by white cookie. You can eat the cookie part in a circular motion and save the bloby part for last, you can pop the whole thing in your mouth, two bites...however you want -though not as popular as the Oreo, still a very pleasant experience....in any event, sometimes the cookie part comes a little well done, or has an unequal chocolate bloby to cookie ratio.....these two particular instances make son #1 very unhappy...and then he won't eat them.(fortunately, I don't like them so I don't mind keeping them in the house....)
Now, being the fantastic Jewish mother that I am, in buying these cookies, I have a process, because if I don't bring home the right kind, well, all hell will break loose and the world will be thrown even further off of its axis. I must take all of the packages of cookies off the shelf and look through each one of them for the whitest cookie and the smallest amount of chocolate bloby. I wish I was kidding. In stop n shop the other day, I am kneeling on the floor with eleven packages of cookies in front of me, praying that I don't see anyone I know, as I carefully select the right packages of cookies to make my precious first born happy....so he can move to Minnesota and take my grandchildren with him.....but that's not the point.
I bring them home and, with much trepidation, take out the cookies that I have selected...."please like them, please like them," I pray.
Son #1 looks at them, looks at me...looks back at the cookies, looks at me, my heart is pounding, my mind is racing, "thanks mom, I love you."
Thank god.,,I did something right....for now.
Happy Thursday
As some of you may know, husband #1's favorite treat, aside from me, is Stella doro Swiss fudge cookies. He has passed this love onto his son, son #1, who eats so few things that I have to indulge him with these cookies and hope there is some nutritional value in them and no cholesterol.
For those of you not from this planet, a Swiss fudge cookie is a cookie that has a chocolate bloby center, surrounded by white cookie. You can eat the cookie part in a circular motion and save the bloby part for last, you can pop the whole thing in your mouth, two bites...however you want -though not as popular as the Oreo, still a very pleasant experience....in any event, sometimes the cookie part comes a little well done, or has an unequal chocolate bloby to cookie ratio.....these two particular instances make son #1 very unhappy...and then he won't eat them.(fortunately, I don't like them so I don't mind keeping them in the house....)
Now, being the fantastic Jewish mother that I am, in buying these cookies, I have a process, because if I don't bring home the right kind, well, all hell will break loose and the world will be thrown even further off of its axis. I must take all of the packages of cookies off the shelf and look through each one of them for the whitest cookie and the smallest amount of chocolate bloby. I wish I was kidding. In stop n shop the other day, I am kneeling on the floor with eleven packages of cookies in front of me, praying that I don't see anyone I know, as I carefully select the right packages of cookies to make my precious first born happy....so he can move to Minnesota and take my grandchildren with him.....but that's not the point.
I bring them home and, with much trepidation, take out the cookies that I have selected...."please like them, please like them," I pray.
Son #1 looks at them, looks at me...looks back at the cookies, looks at me, my heart is pounding, my mind is racing, "thanks mom, I love you."
Thank god.,,I did something right....for now.
Happy Thursday
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Sunday April 3,2011
It's tough being a woman.....
I went to a boutique tonight to help support my friends new business Bamboo Boutique...I originally wanted to purchase one of their yummy, cozy sweatshirts, but they refuse to carry extra larges and have to order one for me. Their friends are mostly skinny minis who think that size smalls are too big, so when I stomp over asking for an extra large, the villagers raise their torches in fear and agree to get me the size I need before I eat them....ok...I'm exaggerating just a bit, but I do want the sweatshirt in an xl....and they told me the charcoal grey is really "in" now, and i am going to the fashionable hudson valley resort for passover and, who knows, maybe the sweatshirt will help me meet husband #2, you never know...but, in any event, I couldn't leave the boutique empty handed, so I browsed through some of their other wares...
Didn't need any kikirikis because I just bought my first two..still don't know what the hell a nikibiki is..so, if I don't know what it is, I must not need it...and then I found a pair of footless tights that will "smooth my lumps and bumps"...now, I'm pretty sure that I need feet, but I was assured they are like leggings and I can wear them with a skirt and flats(there is a reason why god didn't give me daughters...) anyway, I had to buy these leggings because who doesn't want to rid themselves of lumps and bumps?!? And then it got me thinking about an ad that I "stole" from a magazine in a doctors office that was for the revolutionary iPant. Not iPad, iPant....the anti cellulite pant ware. I wish I was joking. The unfortunate thing about this product is that the women who have a great deal of cellulite who would need the iPant, couldn't actually squeeze her fat thighs into the iPant....this is like my experience with spanx when I almost lost consciousness in the dressing room trying them on and then I almost peed in my pants laughing at the sight of me trying to peel them off...ya, sometimes, it just sucks being a woman.
iPant, I shmant....someone give me a cookie....speaking of cookies-shout out to my friend who was trying on the teeny tiny hats with me, apparently, pancakes are out and rice cakes are in..who knew?!?!
Happy sunday
I went to a boutique tonight to help support my friends new business Bamboo Boutique...I originally wanted to purchase one of their yummy, cozy sweatshirts, but they refuse to carry extra larges and have to order one for me. Their friends are mostly skinny minis who think that size smalls are too big, so when I stomp over asking for an extra large, the villagers raise their torches in fear and agree to get me the size I need before I eat them....ok...I'm exaggerating just a bit, but I do want the sweatshirt in an xl....and they told me the charcoal grey is really "in" now, and i am going to the fashionable hudson valley resort for passover and, who knows, maybe the sweatshirt will help me meet husband #2, you never know...but, in any event, I couldn't leave the boutique empty handed, so I browsed through some of their other wares...
Didn't need any kikirikis because I just bought my first two..still don't know what the hell a nikibiki is..so, if I don't know what it is, I must not need it...and then I found a pair of footless tights that will "smooth my lumps and bumps"...now, I'm pretty sure that I need feet, but I was assured they are like leggings and I can wear them with a skirt and flats(there is a reason why god didn't give me daughters...) anyway, I had to buy these leggings because who doesn't want to rid themselves of lumps and bumps?!? And then it got me thinking about an ad that I "stole" from a magazine in a doctors office that was for the revolutionary iPant. Not iPad, iPant....the anti cellulite pant ware. I wish I was joking. The unfortunate thing about this product is that the women who have a great deal of cellulite who would need the iPant, couldn't actually squeeze her fat thighs into the iPant....this is like my experience with spanx when I almost lost consciousness in the dressing room trying them on and then I almost peed in my pants laughing at the sight of me trying to peel them off...ya, sometimes, it just sucks being a woman.
iPant, I shmant....someone give me a cookie....speaking of cookies-shout out to my friend who was trying on the teeny tiny hats with me, apparently, pancakes are out and rice cakes are in..who knew?!?!
Happy sunday
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Tuesday march 29,2011
Parent teacher conferences.....
In the good old days of my youth, when my parents attended parent teacher conferences for me, I was able to acquire several skills that continue to serve me well to this day. Keep in mind, these skills have nothing to do with what the teachers told my parents....that's a whole other story.
Though hard for some of you to believe, I was not the model student. I was the kid who put thumbtacks on her teacher's chair in third grade(sorry mrs rubin, wherever you are, but it's not like you felt them when you sat down...) I was the little devil who wrote "mrs so an so sucks" on the bathroom wall...oh my, hope my old principal doesn't read this, as I am confessing publicly for the first time in 30 years....wait a second, it's been 30 years since I was in fifth grade???????.....sorry, getting off topic...anyway, I was a nightmare. The fact that I graduated college and got a masters degree is still a mystery to many, the fact that I have no criminal record is an even greater mystery, though I maintain that if we had the Internet when I was younger, there might be a few cyber-stalking charges to contend with, so I'm grateful for the delay of technology....
So my parents would leave the house to go to teacher conferences and I, of course, would watch tv in their room, which was not allowed on a school night, hence my letting my kids watch tv all the time(yes, I know that's bad, but it's still better then if I was sharing my flavored vodkas with them....I do know when to draw the line...occasionally..) as soon as my brother and I would hear the garage door open, we knew we had two choices, either face the music and listen to the "you have so much potential, if only you would apply yourself speech," or, run into bed and pretend to be sleeping (in my case, pretending to be dead might be the better option, those teachers did not have nice things to say
about me...) and that, ladies and gentleman, is when I honed the skill of pretending to sleep. And I am good at it. This does not make husband #1 happy on some nights, but, at least I learned something from parent teacher conferences.....
As for my kids and their reports home, well, when you marry someone and are blessed to have children together, you are playing the lottery. Sometimes, these kids take after the well behaved-always-with-a-smile parent and sometimes they take after their father.....just kidding....husband #1 does have some excellent qualities and combined with my sociopathic ones...the boys are doing just fine...
Happy tuesday
In the good old days of my youth, when my parents attended parent teacher conferences for me, I was able to acquire several skills that continue to serve me well to this day. Keep in mind, these skills have nothing to do with what the teachers told my parents....that's a whole other story.
Though hard for some of you to believe, I was not the model student. I was the kid who put thumbtacks on her teacher's chair in third grade(sorry mrs rubin, wherever you are, but it's not like you felt them when you sat down...) I was the little devil who wrote "mrs so an so sucks" on the bathroom wall...oh my, hope my old principal doesn't read this, as I am confessing publicly for the first time in 30 years....wait a second, it's been 30 years since I was in fifth grade???????.....sorry, getting off topic...anyway, I was a nightmare. The fact that I graduated college and got a masters degree is still a mystery to many, the fact that I have no criminal record is an even greater mystery, though I maintain that if we had the Internet when I was younger, there might be a few cyber-stalking charges to contend with, so I'm grateful for the delay of technology....
So my parents would leave the house to go to teacher conferences and I, of course, would watch tv in their room, which was not allowed on a school night, hence my letting my kids watch tv all the time(yes, I know that's bad, but it's still better then if I was sharing my flavored vodkas with them....I do know when to draw the line...occasionally..) as soon as my brother and I would hear the garage door open, we knew we had two choices, either face the music and listen to the "you have so much potential, if only you would apply yourself speech," or, run into bed and pretend to be sleeping (in my case, pretending to be dead might be the better option, those teachers did not have nice things to say
about me...) and that, ladies and gentleman, is when I honed the skill of pretending to sleep. And I am good at it. This does not make husband #1 happy on some nights, but, at least I learned something from parent teacher conferences.....
As for my kids and their reports home, well, when you marry someone and are blessed to have children together, you are playing the lottery. Sometimes, these kids take after the well behaved-always-with-a-smile parent and sometimes they take after their father.....just kidding....husband #1 does have some excellent qualities and combined with my sociopathic ones...the boys are doing just fine...
Happy tuesday
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
