(If you have no idea what I'm talking about scroll down to the previous entry and read that first.)
I was just heating myself up some soup while simultaneously writing a document for work. Got busy with the document. Forgot the soup. Oops. Soup everywhere. It overflowed so much that it actually filled up the rim of the lid. I didn't even know that was possible... Thankfully I caught it in time to save what remained of my lunch. (A girl's gotta have her priorities intact after all.)
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Not too hard to interpret this dream
I dreamed last night that I had forgotten a couple of pots on the stove and the entire thing had melted. My cast-iron pot supports (the thingies that the pots actually sit on, what do they call those anyway?) were plastic in the dream and they had all - all 5 burners, not just the ones with the pots - melted down into a completely flat black sheet of molten muck, with a burned out pot sitting on top. Completely destroyed.
This morning, I woke up a full hour late and that only because I heard my cellphone ringing. We apparently forgot to set the alarm last night. Gee, do you think my subconscious was trying to tell me something LOL?
On other news, it's back to the grindstone for me. New Year's Eve/Day is not a holiday here and I'll be working all day. We had a decent weekend though, for a change everyone stayed healthy. We did around the house stuff, gym, etc. on Friday but got out a bit yesterday. I took Itai to see Festigal 2006 (yes, that's a "g"), which is an annual big budget musical extravaganza for kids that they put on every year at Hannukah. I was expecting to hate it, but I have to admit that they did a really great job. There was a loose plot about a lost magical kingdom, which was basically a vehicle to tie together various Israeli pop stars (most of whom I'd never heard of, damn I'm getting old) each singing one song. It had all the elements needed to enchant a child (or their mom, but don't tell) - lots of singing and dancing, amazing costumes (and so many of them - each number was completely different), fireworks, talking trees, horses, dragons, swordfights, acrobats descending from the ceiling, fire juggling, you name it... Basically a Radio City type production. V impressive. (And those extremely well-built, long-haired, shirtless acrobats (the men, the women weren't topless LOL) didn't hurt my eyes at all. Not a bit.) After that friends we hadn't seen in ages came over with their kids for a light supper, so all in all a good weekend.
This morning, I woke up a full hour late and that only because I heard my cellphone ringing. We apparently forgot to set the alarm last night. Gee, do you think my subconscious was trying to tell me something LOL?
On other news, it's back to the grindstone for me. New Year's Eve/Day is not a holiday here and I'll be working all day. We had a decent weekend though, for a change everyone stayed healthy. We did around the house stuff, gym, etc. on Friday but got out a bit yesterday. I took Itai to see Festigal 2006 (yes, that's a "g"), which is an annual big budget musical extravaganza for kids that they put on every year at Hannukah. I was expecting to hate it, but I have to admit that they did a really great job. There was a loose plot about a lost magical kingdom, which was basically a vehicle to tie together various Israeli pop stars (most of whom I'd never heard of, damn I'm getting old) each singing one song. It had all the elements needed to enchant a child (or their mom, but don't tell) - lots of singing and dancing, amazing costumes (and so many of them - each number was completely different), fireworks, talking trees, horses, dragons, swordfights, acrobats descending from the ceiling, fire juggling, you name it... Basically a Radio City type production. V impressive. (And those extremely well-built, long-haired, shirtless acrobats (the men, the women weren't topless LOL) didn't hurt my eyes at all. Not a bit.) After that friends we hadn't seen in ages came over with their kids for a light supper, so all in all a good weekend.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Gee, that was a surprise...
| Your Political Profile: |
| Overall: 20% Conservative, 80% Liberal |
| Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal |
| Personal Responsibility: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal |
| Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal |
| Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal |
| Defense and Crime: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal |
Actually, I'm surprised that the conservative came out as high as it did, particularly for defense and crime. You know, this being a highly detailed and very accurate means of judging and all...
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Remembering Ray...
I can't believe he's been gone a year already. Healing happens, but yet doesn't. We move on, but the hole Ray Scudero has left in so many of our lives will be open forever.
In addition to being a tremendous songwriter and artist himself, Ray always encouraged and fostered others on that same path. Tonight Jay and I will be going to a memorial concert featuring many of those same local singer-songwriters (including Ray's wife Joanna Katzen-Scudero) and celebrating the memory of a friend who's gone but never forgotten, and who touched so many of us before he left.
I know many of you out there have seen these links before, but if you haven't (and even if you have), take a minute to listen to a few of Ray's songs and share in his legacy.
Poor Working Slob (Horizon Dawn, Through the Night, and Poor Working Slob are particularly special)
With the Help of Angels - We're Going on a Picnic is a favorite of my children - and their parents
Ray's own website - no sound clips, but lyrics to many more songs that sadly were never recorded. The song All the Way to the Rocking Chair always makes me cry, because Ray finally did find the love of his life, the one he wanted to go "all the way to the rocking chair" with, only to die just five short years later.
In addition to being a tremendous songwriter and artist himself, Ray always encouraged and fostered others on that same path. Tonight Jay and I will be going to a memorial concert featuring many of those same local singer-songwriters (including Ray's wife Joanna Katzen-Scudero) and celebrating the memory of a friend who's gone but never forgotten, and who touched so many of us before he left.
I know many of you out there have seen these links before, but if you haven't (and even if you have), take a minute to listen to a few of Ray's songs and share in his legacy.
Poor Working Slob (Horizon Dawn, Through the Night, and Poor Working Slob are particularly special)
With the Help of Angels - We're Going on a Picnic is a favorite of my children - and their parents
Ray's own website - no sound clips, but lyrics to many more songs that sadly were never recorded. The song All the Way to the Rocking Chair always makes me cry, because Ray finally did find the love of his life, the one he wanted to go "all the way to the rocking chair" with, only to die just five short years later.
Thank you for letting me share this with you.
Monday, December 25, 2006
For the love of Pete, why???
I just found an unopened package of girls' underwear in Maya's closet. (I apparently bought it a long time ago under the foolishly misguided assumption that she might have actually needed it last year. BWAHAHAHAHA...) Anyway, I found and opened the package today. Now remember, this is underwear sized for a THREE year old girl. Not a 17 year old slut, a THREE year old girl.
The first two pairs were cute, just multi-colored stripes. Fine. No problem. The third pair in the package? Not so fine. This one said "Teenager" on it in bright sparkly letters, RIGHT ABOVE A PAIR OF LUSCIOUS RED LIPS! I'm sorry, but WTF!!! Why in god's name does a THREE year old (did I mention that she is ONLY THREE?!?) need a pair of sexy lips in the middle of her crotch?!?!? I am so completely skeeved out. Now, Maya goes through underwear at a fairly fast rate (what? accidents? no, of course not...), but still. I just can't see myself putting this Lolita-esque disaster on a preschooler. Yuck! Not that anyone but her family, and her teachers, and whatever random strangers happen to come and knock on the door while she's wandering around in her skivvies are ever likely to see it, but still...
Why on earth would someone even make something like this? Why on earth should a 3 year old have any undergarment even remotely reeking of something sexual. Now I'm not a particularly paranoid mother, I don't see pedophiles around every corner, but this just really strikes me as wrong. Just plain wrong.
Am I crazy or do you agree? (Or both, can't rule out that possibility, can we?)
The first two pairs were cute, just multi-colored stripes. Fine. No problem. The third pair in the package? Not so fine. This one said "Teenager" on it in bright sparkly letters, RIGHT ABOVE A PAIR OF LUSCIOUS RED LIPS! I'm sorry, but WTF!!! Why in god's name does a THREE year old (did I mention that she is ONLY THREE?!?) need a pair of sexy lips in the middle of her crotch?!?!? I am so completely skeeved out. Now, Maya goes through underwear at a fairly fast rate (what? accidents? no, of course not...), but still. I just can't see myself putting this Lolita-esque disaster on a preschooler. Yuck! Not that anyone but her family, and her teachers, and whatever random strangers happen to come and knock on the door while she's wandering around in her skivvies are ever likely to see it, but still...
Why on earth would someone even make something like this? Why on earth should a 3 year old have any undergarment even remotely reeking of something sexual. Now I'm not a particularly paranoid mother, I don't see pedophiles around every corner, but this just really strikes me as wrong. Just plain wrong.
Am I crazy or do you agree? (Or both, can't rule out that possibility, can we?)
Sunday, December 24, 2006
A to Z for me
I stole found this on another blog. Come on, join me...
A is for age: 37. Ahem.
B is for Beer: Lost my taste for it when pg with Itai, never got it back
C is for Career: Lactation Consultant / Markcom writer/editor
D is for my Dog's Name: don't have one
E is for Essential Item I Use Everyday: toilet paper LOL
F is for Favorite T.V. Show: 24, Rome (is there going to be a 2nd season of that?)
G is for Favorite Game: not really into games
H is for Hometown: Suburban NYC
I is for Instruments I Play: I played flute for many years, and failed miserably at guitar
J is for Favorite Juice: orange or cranberry
K is for Whose Butt I'd Like To Kick: My former boss', but I'm going to rise above that. Bygones.
L is for the Last Place I Ate: my kitchen (two sick kids, I haven't left the house in days)
M is for Marriage: 15 years and counting
N is for my Name: Robin
O is for Overnight Hospital Stays: twice as a young child, then just giving birth (times 2)
P is for People I was With Today: my kids (have I mentioned that they're BOTH home sick today?)
Q is for Quote: "If you bungle raising your children, I don't think whatever else you do well matters very much." Jackie Kennedy Onassis
R is for Biggest Regret: not respecting myself enough when I was much younger
S is for Sport: Swimming
T is for Time I Woke Up Today: 7:45
U is for Current Underwear: red
V is for Vegetable You Love: asparagus
W is for Worst Habit: comfort/boredom/just because eating
X is for X-rays I Have Had: Lots of my knees, and of my broken wrist
Y is for Yummy Food You Ate Today: the gourmet chocolate I snuck when the kids weren't looking
Z is for Zodiac: Cancer
A is for age: 37. Ahem.
B is for Beer: Lost my taste for it when pg with Itai, never got it back
C is for Career: Lactation Consultant / Markcom writer/editor
D is for my Dog's Name: don't have one
E is for Essential Item I Use Everyday: toilet paper LOL
F is for Favorite T.V. Show: 24, Rome (is there going to be a 2nd season of that?)
G is for Favorite Game: not really into games
H is for Hometown: Suburban NYC
I is for Instruments I Play: I played flute for many years, and failed miserably at guitar
J is for Favorite Juice: orange or cranberry
K is for Whose Butt I'd Like To Kick: My former boss', but I'm going to rise above that. Bygones.
L is for the Last Place I Ate: my kitchen (two sick kids, I haven't left the house in days)
M is for Marriage: 15 years and counting
N is for my Name: Robin
O is for Overnight Hospital Stays: twice as a young child, then just giving birth (times 2)
P is for People I was With Today: my kids (have I mentioned that they're BOTH home sick today?)
Q is for Quote: "If you bungle raising your children, I don't think whatever else you do well matters very much." Jackie Kennedy Onassis
R is for Biggest Regret: not respecting myself enough when I was much younger
S is for Sport: Swimming
T is for Time I Woke Up Today: 7:45
U is for Current Underwear: red
V is for Vegetable You Love: asparagus
W is for Worst Habit: comfort/boredom/just because eating
X is for X-rays I Have Had: Lots of my knees, and of my broken wrist
Y is for Yummy Food You Ate Today: the gourmet chocolate I snuck when the kids weren't looking
Z is for Zodiac: Cancer
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