Monthly Archives: April 2015

I thought camp was expensive, until I attended my last Synchronized Skating meeting. It began like this: while my kids were skating one afternoon, I noticed a sign up for intro to synchro. I figured, what a great way to … Continue reading →

My child has started the chant, “I want to go to camp Eat My College Fund,” and boy am I sick about it. Who can even think about seven weeks without my first born when I am thinking about how … Continue reading →

I’ve never been so frustrated in my life, like when I am trying to ply open a plastic produce bag to place my items. I try the opposite end, rubbing the two… one side together, blowing at the top, I … Continue reading →

This evening, hubby is en route to Germany for a few days so I was in charge of reading all kids their bedtime books. In the story, it takes place in the late 1930s and my eldest asked if it … Continue reading →

While reading a new novel to my eldest, aka: my sensitive child, I came to a part in the story that was halfway out of my mouth, before I realized it was too late- no pun intended. You see, in … Continue reading →

It seems to me that when we take the kids out for a nice meal- a meal that I don’t have to cook, they order all the shit I already cooked and have in the fridge. For example, I have … Continue reading →

The other evening, while dining on fajitas, I mentioned to hubby how the kids LOVE the Mexican shredded cheese and how we should find a place that sells it. Me- I wonder where we could get the girls “Kwayso” Cheese? … Continue reading →

Some times, if there is another person in the same room as my mother and me, and she wants to ask me something or confirm something (ex: “is that …. who’s brother….?) she will EYE me and WHISPER/MOUTH something to … Continue reading →

After 6 hours of salon torture- since the first 3 hours of me wanting to go blonde was literally “toned” away in the final second hour, I can officially say that I am blonde. But let me explain…. It started … Continue reading →

There are stories out there about days long ago, in the Shtetl’s of long ago, where a man visited a family of 7 for shabbat, and the mother invited the man in to join them, as was the custom. And … Continue reading →