more random thoughts and other stupidity....
last night i had an out-of-body experience. i was sitting at the kitchen table, the tv was on, and i was anxiously awaiting lebron james decision's for next season. I felt myself float above my physical self(which is no easy feat after eating pasta AND white chocolate mousse cake at my most favorite)looked down at me sitting at the table, waiting for the announcement, re-merged with my physical self and said "what the freak am i doing? i dont even watch basketball, i didn't even know who lebron james was before my kids told me he might be playing for the knicks...hell, i have to go to the bathroom, can we get someone to ask me if i think it is going to be a number 1 or a number 2? i am sure there are people on pins and needles waiting to hear about that as well!!!"
what has become of us people? this is news???? who cares?? i mean, i guess it is better than something bad happening, but who really cares? what brought me to that kitchen table anxiously awaiting the words that were to leave this man's mouth? who knows...perhaps it was because i was so tired from walking all over nyc that i was just too lazy to walk upstairs....
lets discuss the museum of natural history....i was excited about seeing lizards and snakes...i felt a kinship with the boa constrictor...big, fat and lazy...only moves when it needs to eat...i could have stared at that thing all day long. but i was wondering why i had to pay 12 extra dollars to see 10 lizards and 5 snakes...but it was interesting. as for the rest of the museum, you know you are getting older when you feel the museum isnt air conditioned well enough, unless i was just having a hot flash...and there were too many annoying children running all over the place-doesn't anyone have parents anymore?!?!?!?! and while im complaining...in some parts of the museum i felt like i was in the basement of the concord hotel with all of the wood paneling and bad carpeting...i think it is time they made a museum about this museum....was not impressed....next cultural event will be the guggenheim next week.
i know you will be waiting to hear all about it.....
happy friday
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
thursday july 8, 2010
i tried
i am happy to report that i lasted an entire week without wanting to kill my spouse without the kids home. which just proves to me that when we get frustrated with the person we married and the kids are not home, it has nothing to do with the kids but with the person we married. i am a joy to live with. i am always in a good mood, i always wear makeup and am perfectly put together, i always smell like vanilla and lilacs, i always have a hot meal waiting on the table for my family, i am always available with a witty, non insulting comment...but that's just me. i also know how to problem solve and get things done without pacing the room, scratching my head and wondering where or where did i go wrong??
i think day 8 of the summer of banji started to go downhill when i let ari choose the restaurant and he chose one that i didn't like, one that wasn't even on the radar. why is it that husbands tell you they are sick of chicken and meat, but then want to go to a meat restaurant...oh, maybe it's because they are sick of the chicken and meat that WE make them...ok, now i get it. when i go out to dinner, i want to eat something that i would never make at home. i want to eat something that jillian michaels will tell me is killing me, destroying my heart, clogging my arteries, making me an obesity statistic-then i know i am eating something really good. i can make chicken and rice and mashed potatoes....i cannot make rich, creamy, gastrointestinal distressing-but-oh-so-good food.....and that isn't even what i was in the mood to eat for dinner yesterday...i would have been thrilled with sushi or a tuna melt...but, whatever....that was just the tip of the iceberg...and lord knows you people dont really care what i was in the mood to eat last night...
i havent written a food-is-love blog in a while...but, it remains true...i will never look at a devil dog and call it a moron because it never lets me down....the cream filling is always there and it always makes me smile. i will never drink an orange coolata and tell it that it is so stupid that it should leave the house and figure out how to get it's son his glasses...because it is always refreshing and delicious....food might make for a hard time fitting into a pair of pants, or a dress for your son's bar mitzva, but it is always there for you...it listens to you....it knows what you want even when you don't....
time for breakfast.....
happy thursday
i am happy to report that i lasted an entire week without wanting to kill my spouse without the kids home. which just proves to me that when we get frustrated with the person we married and the kids are not home, it has nothing to do with the kids but with the person we married. i am a joy to live with. i am always in a good mood, i always wear makeup and am perfectly put together, i always smell like vanilla and lilacs, i always have a hot meal waiting on the table for my family, i am always available with a witty, non insulting comment...but that's just me. i also know how to problem solve and get things done without pacing the room, scratching my head and wondering where or where did i go wrong??
i think day 8 of the summer of banji started to go downhill when i let ari choose the restaurant and he chose one that i didn't like, one that wasn't even on the radar. why is it that husbands tell you they are sick of chicken and meat, but then want to go to a meat restaurant...oh, maybe it's because they are sick of the chicken and meat that WE make them...ok, now i get it. when i go out to dinner, i want to eat something that i would never make at home. i want to eat something that jillian michaels will tell me is killing me, destroying my heart, clogging my arteries, making me an obesity statistic-then i know i am eating something really good. i can make chicken and rice and mashed potatoes....i cannot make rich, creamy, gastrointestinal distressing-but-oh-so-good food.....and that isn't even what i was in the mood to eat for dinner yesterday...i would have been thrilled with sushi or a tuna melt...but, whatever....that was just the tip of the iceberg...and lord knows you people dont really care what i was in the mood to eat last night...
i havent written a food-is-love blog in a while...but, it remains true...i will never look at a devil dog and call it a moron because it never lets me down....the cream filling is always there and it always makes me smile. i will never drink an orange coolata and tell it that it is so stupid that it should leave the house and figure out how to get it's son his glasses...because it is always refreshing and delicious....food might make for a hard time fitting into a pair of pants, or a dress for your son's bar mitzva, but it is always there for you...it listens to you....it knows what you want even when you don't....
time for breakfast.....
happy thursday
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
wednesday july 7, 2010
tennis anyone?
i have always told my kids that before you go somewhere that you have never been before, just don't think about it. if you have no expectations, you can't be too disappointed, but you can also be pleasantly surprised(guess that applies to life, as well.) so before i left for their school's golf/tennis/eating festival outing, i had no expectations. i wanted to spend the day playing tennis with my friends and even though it had the potential to be a dreary, continous eye-rolling, what-the-hell-am-i-doing-here day, it turned out to be an absolutely terrific day and i might even consider going again next year...(miracles do happen)
raising kids in this neighborhood means praying that your children not only like sports, but are half decent participants in the game. between hockey and soccer and basketball and baseball, you hope that your kids can play a good game or at least talk a good game. now for the parents, the moms in particular, we never really have the opportunity to discuss our athletic prowess. you wont see the moms playing basketball (or baseball or soccer or hockey)none of us sit around discussing what position we played on our high school's basketball team(i was on the volley ball team...dont ask) but the game of tennis always comes up. now, my mom had me taking tennis lessons at a young age. i even had a racquet that had a "b" on it (for billie jean king, not banji..) i would go to the fair lawn racquet club in my cute little tennis outfits(as i said, i was at a young age...dont be scared for the others who were around me, but thanks for the vote of confidence)
and play for hours...when we went to the concord and grossingers, tennis was always part of the schedule. i even remember the tennis underwear that had pockets in them so you had a place to keep your balls( little did i know that after having three boys, i would develop those all on my own-sorry, had to get that one in there....)
point is...there are lots of women in my community who play tennis...some like to talk trash "when are you playing with us...scared you aren't as good?" well, after yesterday, when i havent laughed so hard in quite some time, i realized that, though not as good as the person who drove me(who tried really hard not to totally demolish me and make me feel even more inadequate than i usually do)i am not as bad as i would have thought. because, to me, there is nothing funnier than watching a skinny minnie actually miss the ball when it is hit right to her...(i am referring to many skinny minnies, not one in particular so dont try to figure out who it is ....) it is good to know that even though they have more will power than i do, they can fit into a smaller size than i can, they just can't play tennis(please let me have this moment...i know it is more important to have will power...it's my blog and my fantasy world that i am living in....)
so day 7 of the summer of banji was a really good day. i laughed with good friends, i ate good food, i sweated like i have never sweated before in my life, but it was a great. here is wishing that all back to you....(well, except for the sweating part..)
happy wednesday
i have always told my kids that before you go somewhere that you have never been before, just don't think about it. if you have no expectations, you can't be too disappointed, but you can also be pleasantly surprised(guess that applies to life, as well.) so before i left for their school's golf/tennis/eating festival outing, i had no expectations. i wanted to spend the day playing tennis with my friends and even though it had the potential to be a dreary, continous eye-rolling, what-the-hell-am-i-doing-here day, it turned out to be an absolutely terrific day and i might even consider going again next year...(miracles do happen)
raising kids in this neighborhood means praying that your children not only like sports, but are half decent participants in the game. between hockey and soccer and basketball and baseball, you hope that your kids can play a good game or at least talk a good game. now for the parents, the moms in particular, we never really have the opportunity to discuss our athletic prowess. you wont see the moms playing basketball (or baseball or soccer or hockey)none of us sit around discussing what position we played on our high school's basketball team(i was on the volley ball team...dont ask) but the game of tennis always comes up. now, my mom had me taking tennis lessons at a young age. i even had a racquet that had a "b" on it (for billie jean king, not banji..) i would go to the fair lawn racquet club in my cute little tennis outfits(as i said, i was at a young age...dont be scared for the others who were around me, but thanks for the vote of confidence)
and play for hours...when we went to the concord and grossingers, tennis was always part of the schedule. i even remember the tennis underwear that had pockets in them so you had a place to keep your balls( little did i know that after having three boys, i would develop those all on my own-sorry, had to get that one in there....)
point is...there are lots of women in my community who play tennis...some like to talk trash "when are you playing with us...scared you aren't as good?" well, after yesterday, when i havent laughed so hard in quite some time, i realized that, though not as good as the person who drove me(who tried really hard not to totally demolish me and make me feel even more inadequate than i usually do)i am not as bad as i would have thought. because, to me, there is nothing funnier than watching a skinny minnie actually miss the ball when it is hit right to her...(i am referring to many skinny minnies, not one in particular so dont try to figure out who it is ....) it is good to know that even though they have more will power than i do, they can fit into a smaller size than i can, they just can't play tennis(please let me have this moment...i know it is more important to have will power...it's my blog and my fantasy world that i am living in....)
so day 7 of the summer of banji was a really good day. i laughed with good friends, i ate good food, i sweated like i have never sweated before in my life, but it was a great. here is wishing that all back to you....(well, except for the sweating part..)
happy wednesday
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
tuesday july 6 2010
no problem
for most of us "good natured" folk, people pleasers, middle children always seeking that never attainable acceptance, individuals with low self esteem...you know the type i am talking about...we are always the first to say "no problem."
"can you pick me up and take me to the mall because there wont be any parking and i really need to pick something up and i know you hate shopping so you can just wait in the car for me?"
"no problem."
"the refrigerator door is making a funny noise...can you take care of that for me?"
"no problem"
"all of the light bulbs in the bathroom are out and i know how much you hate cleaning the pee from the floor when i miss the toilet because i can't see...could you get new ones and change them?"
"no problem."
so when sons #1,2 and 3 were getting ready to leave for camp...they all left me with things to do while they were gone....
"could you recharge my ipod and keep checking on it to make sure it is ok?"
no problem
"could you organize my baseball cards alphabetically and according to batting average ranging from lowest to highest factoring in their likelihood of making the hall of fame?"
no problem
"could you please hang up these banners in the basement...if you can't get to all of them, I have left them in piles ranging from the most important to the least important...now mom, please do the most important ones first and if you have time, do the second pile and if you have more time, do the third pile."
no problem.
the not so funny thing is that the third request is ACTUALLY TRUE!! and i have a pile of mini-banners...dont know if they are nba, mlb, nhl, nfl , cia or fbi, sitting here, in three piles, that i agreed to nail into the walls of our basement. did he leave me nails for this task? no. did he bring down the hammer from his room?no (dont ask why the hammer is in his room...i have no good answer...and you wont be able to find the bruises)
so part of the summer of banji will be taking a trip to the home depot, or as i like to call it "the scariest place on earth" (besides the apple store) to purchase nails to hang up the banners.... because when it comes to my kids...of course it's no problem....(it's only a problem when we dont do what they ask us to do.....and after all of the "no problems" my boys will still all move to countries far far away......but at least i tried....)
happy tuesday
for most of us "good natured" folk, people pleasers, middle children always seeking that never attainable acceptance, individuals with low self esteem...you know the type i am talking about...we are always the first to say "no problem."
"can you pick me up and take me to the mall because there wont be any parking and i really need to pick something up and i know you hate shopping so you can just wait in the car for me?"
"no problem."
"the refrigerator door is making a funny noise...can you take care of that for me?"
"no problem"
"all of the light bulbs in the bathroom are out and i know how much you hate cleaning the pee from the floor when i miss the toilet because i can't see...could you get new ones and change them?"
"no problem."
so when sons #1,2 and 3 were getting ready to leave for camp...they all left me with things to do while they were gone....
"could you recharge my ipod and keep checking on it to make sure it is ok?"
no problem
"could you organize my baseball cards alphabetically and according to batting average ranging from lowest to highest factoring in their likelihood of making the hall of fame?"
no problem
"could you please hang up these banners in the basement...if you can't get to all of them, I have left them in piles ranging from the most important to the least important...now mom, please do the most important ones first and if you have time, do the second pile and if you have more time, do the third pile."
no problem.
the not so funny thing is that the third request is ACTUALLY TRUE!! and i have a pile of mini-banners...dont know if they are nba, mlb, nhl, nfl , cia or fbi, sitting here, in three piles, that i agreed to nail into the walls of our basement. did he leave me nails for this task? no. did he bring down the hammer from his room?no (dont ask why the hammer is in his room...i have no good answer...and you wont be able to find the bruises)
so part of the summer of banji will be taking a trip to the home depot, or as i like to call it "the scariest place on earth" (besides the apple store) to purchase nails to hang up the banners.... because when it comes to my kids...of course it's no problem....(it's only a problem when we dont do what they ask us to do.....and after all of the "no problems" my boys will still all move to countries far far away......but at least i tried....)
happy tuesday
Monday, July 5, 2010
monday july 5, 2010 just couldnt wait til tues
she'll be coming down the mountain when she comes.....
people often talk about "bucket lists"...the lists of things they want to do before they die...seeing the great wall of china, meeting a president...i dont really have a list like that (unless you include what i would like to do after meeting rick springfield on the great wall of china...but that's another story) anyway, climbing bear mountain was never on my bucket list, it was just something i really wanted to do because, in theory, it sounded like fun. (it also sounded better than after being asked what we were doing july 4th weekend without the kids home, saying "sitting on the couch staring at each other..."
without the kids with us, the first thing ari and i thought when we started climbing bear mountain was "thank god the kids aren't here..who would start complaining first?" i have to say, i was really proud of the two of us...athletes we're not....you wont be seeing us on the cover of Mountain Climbers monthly anytime soon(though, after we were done, there was a photographer there from aarp magazine, but even they passed....) but as we were climbing up the rock stairs...and climbing...and climbing...i realized that the only way off of the mountain was to go back down said stairs. i am afraid of heights and afraid of stairs..HUGE fear of mine..not climbing up the stairs but walking down stairs. it could have something to do with the time that while chasing after my parents to say goodbye before they went out one night when i was little, i fell down a flight of stairs..it wasn't pretty(though after complaining to my mother that my foot hurt, and her not believing me, i had broken it....whatever)
so the vision in my head was as follows...i refuse to walk back down the 3 million stairs. ari has to send a smoke signal to get help because we have no freakin cell reception with at&t...help arrives, takes one look at me and says "would it be ok if we just rolled her down?" ari is not embarrassed by the fact that the 20 pound back pack is still on my back and he still has not offered to carry it(the only true part of this scenario)..... i got my head out of this fantasy gone awry and started down the steps...talking to myself as i went down. and i made it. thank god because the thought of being stuck up there was not pretty...though, on the way up, i was waiting for allison sweeney from the biggest loser to tell me i was winning the challenge and if i made it to the top first, i could win 10,000 dollars or immunity for my team!!
so bear mountain is officially crossed off the non-bucket list, and as soon as i get feeling back in my legs....i am ready to continue the summer of Banji....though i would like to thank ari for coming with me...this was not on any list he has ever written, EVER....hope you all had a great weekend!
happy monday
Friday, July 2, 2010
friday juy 2 2010
and then what....
yesterday, my sister and i spent some time together. actually, we went out to dinner with my parents and then we went to a show...but, the meal turned in to a "who has more ailments" contest...it was actually kind of funny, and sad all at the same time....3 of us get leg cramps, but all in different parts of our legs...she can't feel part of her ankle...i think i have a neuroma in my foot....both of us tend to waddle like our mother....our mother has a spur in shoulder and can't turn her head.....but, thank god, none of these ailments are serious...but it was a far cry from when the biggest concern we had was me wanting to borrow her orange terry cloth shorts outfit(yes, it was really orange, yes, it was really terry cloth, no, it wasn't juicy...no juicy in the late 70's..unless you are thinking of juicy fruit gum...) and she wouldn't let me wear it (surprise surprise...)
we left dinner and walked to the theatre...passing brookdale hall along the way. for those of you that don't know, brookdale hall is the original dorm building for stern college for women and others. it was my dorm...room 3d for 3 years.....walking past it, i said to my sister that college was great, but you were always worried about the next stage...getting a graduate degree...getting married....getting something....did we ever take the time to enjoy where we were? to enjoy the little responsibility that we had? and now, i feel that the "next thing" is...what? dying? ari, my very wise husband, who is doing a fantastic job "wooing" me(get your minds out of the gutter....) told me that i shouldn't clump post graduate into 60 plus years of "waiting to die..." and he is right. (maybe he won't read today's blog and see that i said he was right....) though, it seems, that a lot of living we do, is through our kids....helping them succeed and reach the next levels in their lives, using our lives and examples of what they should or shouldn't do.....blah blah blah...i just want them to be happy and healthy and put their laundry in some form a receptacle and not on the floor or on the stairs or by the door.....
lets all enjoy our "post graduate" life....this weekend, ari and i are going hiking in bear mountain. no, that wasn't a typo...in anticipation of all the material i will have after this "hike"...i will not be blogging again until tues....unless, of course, we get eaten by a bear and then...well, that would suck for us...but anyway....have a great july 4th everyone...the summer of banji continues....see ya on tuesday....
happy friday
yesterday, my sister and i spent some time together. actually, we went out to dinner with my parents and then we went to a show...but, the meal turned in to a "who has more ailments" contest...it was actually kind of funny, and sad all at the same time....3 of us get leg cramps, but all in different parts of our legs...she can't feel part of her ankle...i think i have a neuroma in my foot....both of us tend to waddle like our mother....our mother has a spur in shoulder and can't turn her head.....but, thank god, none of these ailments are serious...but it was a far cry from when the biggest concern we had was me wanting to borrow her orange terry cloth shorts outfit(yes, it was really orange, yes, it was really terry cloth, no, it wasn't juicy...no juicy in the late 70's..unless you are thinking of juicy fruit gum...) and she wouldn't let me wear it (surprise surprise...)
we left dinner and walked to the theatre...passing brookdale hall along the way. for those of you that don't know, brookdale hall is the original dorm building for stern college for women and others. it was my dorm...room 3d for 3 years.....walking past it, i said to my sister that college was great, but you were always worried about the next stage...getting a graduate degree...getting married....getting something....did we ever take the time to enjoy where we were? to enjoy the little responsibility that we had? and now, i feel that the "next thing" is...what? dying? ari, my very wise husband, who is doing a fantastic job "wooing" me(get your minds out of the gutter....) told me that i shouldn't clump post graduate into 60 plus years of "waiting to die..." and he is right. (maybe he won't read today's blog and see that i said he was right....) though, it seems, that a lot of living we do, is through our kids....helping them succeed and reach the next levels in their lives, using our lives and examples of what they should or shouldn't do.....blah blah blah...i just want them to be happy and healthy and put their laundry in some form a receptacle and not on the floor or on the stairs or by the door.....
lets all enjoy our "post graduate" life....this weekend, ari and i are going hiking in bear mountain. no, that wasn't a typo...in anticipation of all the material i will have after this "hike"...i will not be blogging again until tues....unless, of course, we get eaten by a bear and then...well, that would suck for us...but anyway....have a great july 4th everyone...the summer of banji continues....see ya on tuesday....
happy friday
Thursday, July 1, 2010
thursday july 1, 2010....4 months to go....
culture shmulture...whats with the boobs?
i am hoping that since camp has started, there wont be any young ones reading the blog....if there are...there might be some inappropriate content...please be advised...
the summer of banji began yesterday at approximately 9:05 am, when even though the camp buses were still in the lot....ari and i got the hell out of dodge before anyone changed their minds..and off to the city we went. i was dropped off at the metropolitan museum of art and i practically skipped up the stairs with a big smile on my face..you heard me...there was skipping...my feet practically floated off of the ground....my healthy snacks in my bag and off i went to explore art.
there is currently a picasso exhibit going on and, at the same time, an american woman's fashion exhibit. so on one end of the museum, you have picasso drawing these big breasted women(granted, the boobs are square or rectangular)and then in the fashion exhibit they show costumes that not even the skinny minnies could fit
into. Then there is the painter Rubens..he loves the large ladies..in all of their glory. I have a feeling that mr. rubens and i would have been great friends. back to picasso for a minute...i learned that he had a great affection for women of ill repute, that being said, there is a beautiful painting of a woman doing ill reputed things to her customer...was hoping to get a post card in the gift shop of that particular drawing-but, alas, would you believe that didn't sell that one?!?!
then there was the modern art....a shark, a real shark but dead, floating in a tank...totally cool and then up on the roof these brothers are builing an exhibit called "big bamboo"....a scultpure made totally out of bamboo that people can climb up 20-40 feet about the roof of the museum. looking at it...i was thinking it was a bad idea and i was waiting for the whole thing to crash down, but hey...whatever floats your boat, that is what makes art, art...you see in in what you want. I chose to see the portraits of the big naked ladies as my friends...and picasso as a horny old man.....if you get a chance to go the museum this summer, you might see something altogether different...and that is what makes the world go round.
happy thursday
i am hoping that since camp has started, there wont be any young ones reading the blog....if there are...there might be some inappropriate content...please be advised...
the summer of banji began yesterday at approximately 9:05 am, when even though the camp buses were still in the lot....ari and i got the hell out of dodge before anyone changed their minds..and off to the city we went. i was dropped off at the metropolitan museum of art and i practically skipped up the stairs with a big smile on my face..you heard me...there was skipping...my feet practically floated off of the ground....my healthy snacks in my bag and off i went to explore art.
there is currently a picasso exhibit going on and, at the same time, an american woman's fashion exhibit. so on one end of the museum, you have picasso drawing these big breasted women(granted, the boobs are square or rectangular)and then in the fashion exhibit they show costumes that not even the skinny minnies could fit
into. Then there is the painter Rubens..he loves the large ladies..in all of their glory. I have a feeling that mr. rubens and i would have been great friends. back to picasso for a minute...i learned that he had a great affection for women of ill repute, that being said, there is a beautiful painting of a woman doing ill reputed things to her customer...was hoping to get a post card in the gift shop of that particular drawing-but, alas, would you believe that didn't sell that one?!?!
then there was the modern art....a shark, a real shark but dead, floating in a tank...totally cool and then up on the roof these brothers are builing an exhibit called "big bamboo"....a scultpure made totally out of bamboo that people can climb up 20-40 feet about the roof of the museum. looking at it...i was thinking it was a bad idea and i was waiting for the whole thing to crash down, but hey...whatever floats your boat, that is what makes art, art...you see in in what you want. I chose to see the portraits of the big naked ladies as my friends...and picasso as a horny old man.....if you get a chance to go the museum this summer, you might see something altogether different...and that is what makes the world go round.
happy thursday
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