Monthly Archives: August 2014

Where does Cheese come from?

Thanks to the Protein Police, my second child now asks where everything comes from. Actually, I can thank Sprout for their documentary like commercials on farming which started this protest of animals in my house. child- Where does cheese come … Continue reading

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Fish

I enjoy a bagel with whitefish salad and lox- like most Jews. However, my enjoyment has ended thanks to my vegetarian “yum yucker.” eldest- “Ew. You’re eating the inside of a fish.” me- “It’s what my people eat.” eldest- “It … Continue reading

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What Did You Do?

Nothing brings me more pleasure than to call hubby at his office while he’s barefoot and scrubbing his feet- and tell him that I got a flat tire. me- My tire is flat! I need you to call AAA. hubby- … Continue reading

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Pretty Woman

Yesterday, I had a flat tire; actually, the tire self-imploded and was detached from the rim. The good news is that it was Friday afternoon of Labor Day weekend. So, after AAA came, I crawled to the dealership and had … Continue reading

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No- The Non-Universal Language

Shouldn’t “no,” be the same world wide? How about at least in America? The other day I went to get a manicure- actually, just a polish change. I prefer to not cry after leaving a salon, after years of trying … Continue reading

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“Things that annoy me,” for $500

Joggers who jog while waiting at a red light as if those lost calories while waiting will put them over the edge. Bikers who wear their Tour de France wear- as if that makes them better bikers. I’d say the … Continue reading

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The Weekends

I get so excited for the weekends- the kids are home from camp, hubby doesn’t clean up a dish, a table or a room- it’s fabulous.

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Yet Another Difference

While walking into the mall on the other side of town, there is a military sign up location with card board cut outs of men and women in uniform. What surprised me, was one grandmother walking her 3 year old … Continue reading

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Party Pooper

Of course, while running around for 14 minutes in the heat, looking for Thomas the Train, my eldest had to go to the bathroom. And of course, we were outside in the fields and lost- no bathroom, and certainly no … Continue reading

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Thomas The Train

Today, hubby sent me a text that Thomas the Train was 10 minutes up the road from where I was with the children. Finally, I could avoid the 1.5 hr. drive to Strasburg! I quickly raced over to the Arboretum, … Continue reading

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