How can you possibly NOT want to see this show. I mean, if inspirational were not enough, groovy should surely get you going on this one. And that tagline: A New Alice. A New Musical.
What more is there to say?
Yes, Dr. J, it is time for another garbage post. This scarecrow sort of gave me the creeps. One, because of the horror movie smile, two because I couldn’t see its eyes and three, quite frankly because it took these people six months to toss the Halloween decorations. Seriously, can you imagine the crap they have in their house?
Sorry there was no Mel in this picture, I think the scarecrow creeped her out too.
In case any of you were wondering, no, none of my neighbors have yet to call me on my Garbology photo-taking practices. The key is walk early in the morning.
I know. Last week I said that the mini-giraffe was the new teacup pig. But c’mon, kiddies, we all know that those aren’t real (sorry @sonjagarelick, I hate to be the one to break that to you, honey). How did I live all these years without ever hearing of a Loris.
Today someone a work team posted this on one of our walls. I could not stop watching it. I am pretty sure that a curly-headed little Badger just might have to get one for a graduation present (because the idea of a pig, teacup or otherwise doesn’t seem all that kosher to me). Although, I am a little concerned about how Mel will handle it.
I dare you to watch this and not want one.
When you are a parent of school-aged children, June is one of those months when you think your head is going to explode. There are end of year picnics, concerts, class parties, playoffs and art shows… the list goes on. Every night and weekend is filled with activities. Forget about work schedules and any other outside the family pressures; they all seem to have to take a back seat. Over the years, June started to sneak into May.
And then the kids grew up, went off to college and all of the ‘stuff’ was gone. Did I miss it? Maybe a touch, but not the frenzy.
Enter college graduation weekend.
Halfway across the country.
With all 4 grandparents (I know, AMAZING, right?)
AND Danny, the freshman, moving out of his dorm the same weekend.
With a final at 5PM on Friday.
The Mother of all Mays!
So, as April gently rolls to an end I am beginning to spend my time as the family concierge again. Chief Shlepping Officer. The Grand Puba of Details. There are lists and spreadsheets, reservations and arrangements; all the things that were second nature to me for all those years. I am not going to lie, I am a little rusty. But you know, it’s sort of like riding a bike.
Did someone say empty nest?
Twenty-two years ago on April 25th I packed a bag and went to the hospital for what I like to call natural childbirth; no jewelry/no makeup. Due to her famous determined disposition, my sweet little girl was frank breech and a C-section was in order. In an
archaic and barbaric procedure effort to turn her, the doc convinced us to try a procedure called external version. She basically flipped him the bird and turned right back to the position she had chosen in utero – head up.
That’s my girl! I am happy to report, 22 years later the very personality trait that forced a C-section is one of the most wonderful things about her. If she puts her mind to it… it’s hers. Three weeks shy of college graduation this will certainly come in handy.
When you give birth you don’t think much past babyhood, maybe a shade into toddlerhood. But you surely do not think that 22 years would fly by this fast (yes, I sound like a corny song) or that the infant that scared the hell out of you when you first brought her home would turn into one of your favorite people on earth to go shoe shopping with. Or watch a movie with. Or go to a concert with. Or, or, or… you get what I mean.
So, to the girl who makes me laugh when I don’t think I have it in me, who is my biggest fan, my number one focus group and the very light of our lives (with her brother of course), we wish you the very happiest of birthdays and we thank you for making us a family 22 years ago.
Comments on this post will be forwarded to her so please excuse the shameless mommy promotion and fire away. And for all of you on twitter, if you could wish her a Happy Birthday and fill her stream I would be very grateful. She is @janabelle25 and I guarantee if you follow her you will find her tweets are always pretty clever and fun. She might kill me but here are but a few of my faves:
Hash tags are meant for Twitter not Facebook. The end.—
Jana Levinson (@janabelle25) April 18, 2011
I have thought about this a lot and have come up with a statistic that has no scientific basis, I have done no focus groups, I am citing absolutely no studies, but I am sure it is so. (oh, and Dr. Jimmy agrees, if that helps)
Anyone who speaks English with an accent immediately becomes 40% better looking.
Think about it and let me know if you agree or disagree.
That’s all I’ve got.
For those who are not of the tribe, Passover is a holiday that is filled with cholesterol and sugar. Dozens of eggs, pounds of butter, countless sacks of sugar and briskets till the cows come home (with onions and carrots) crowd Jewish tables from coast to coast.
I had chest pains just cooking the stuff. This is not to mention what it all does to your stomach.
In doctor’s offices across the land, Cardiologists and Gastroenterologists are dancing the jig and planning their next vacation… on us! Or our health insurance companies. This is sort of like how happy the dentists are right after halloween. I don’t think of it as shadenfruede, but more just a joy surrounding a surge in business, so to speak.
This is surely not a week to have one’s bloods done.
Another funny Passover anecdotes:
Me: Do chopped walnuts go bad?
Friend 1: No, they are a post-apocalyptic food
Friend 2: And I am sure the ancient Manschevitz wine that you are mixing in will kill any bacteria.
Ahhhh, the holidays. What could be more fun?
Ok, I admit it. There are a few musicians that can do no wrong in my book. The list is not long and I am very loyal.
Dave Matthews has been at the top of that list for quite awhile. Aside from loving his music, he is socially conscious, is incredibly offbeat (which we all know that I love) and I always had this feeling that he was just a really good guy.
This was confirmed this week in a post on Fab at Fifty. You can read the original post here. It is written by the founder of the site Geri, who I do not know but we happen to share a close friend. The mom in this story is the sister of one of my original girls from childhood. Truth be told, we were afraid of Jill when we were younger, but we have outgrown that – she is a lot less scary now that we are not 14 .
The story goes like this. Devon, a young lawyer was walking down the street in NY and realized that she has just passed Dave Matthews. She and her mom Jill are crazy Dave fans. She turned around and called his name and he stopped. She went on to tell him how she and her mom had seen him over 30 times and they love his music. Then she asked him to call her mom and…
Right there on the street he spoke to Jill because, well because he is a great guy.