The background My parents live in a very Italian part of town in the burbs of Montreal. They are ultra secular. My father is very scared of home invasions. My parents are a perfect mix of the Seinfeld parents and the Costanza parents.
The story The doorbell rings after dinner and my mom sees through the door someone carrying a pizza box. My dad starts to panic from the basement, yelling "don't open the door, we didn't order pizza it's a home invader". Mom approaches the door and sees beard and hat and calls down "I think it's a rabbi". My dad starts yelling "It's a home invader dressed as a rabbi". Mom opens the door and greets home invading Rabbi with pizza box. Dad hauls his ancient toches off couch and away from hockey game, runs up stairs still claiming the man is a home invader. Rabbi is now killing himself laughing. My brilliant father asks said Rabbi how he knew they were Jews, the mezzuzah was pointed out to my dad and a lame yiddish joke was said. Home invasion averted. The rabbi was delivering Shumra matzahs and basically doing a head count. My parents were invited to a community seder at the new Chabad house. My dad is panicking because that would involve not watching a hockey game while eating his beloved brisket.
Our city is taking part in the turning the lights out to reduce carbon emissions for 1 hour in order to slow global warming. We did our part.
I am as concerned about global warming as the average person, and am sure that suburbanites in a few select world cities turning off their compact fluorescent light bulbs for an hour will have a big impact. The next photo depicts global warming, which is evident in the snow falling in very late March in Vancouver where it usually doesn't snow all winter.
Blech. I just finished cleaning up after the Great Dane's epic barfarma session...1 whole roll of paper towel and a good chunk of Fantastic later I am beat. Now I have been a barf picker-upper for more than the past decade, consider my former career and the Great Dane before his tonsillectomy (2 barfs a day minimum) and this episode really takes the (for lack of better word) cake. Poor guy was coughing so bad he choked and puked, ran spraying barf allover the hall (the barf splattered down the stairs) onto the bathroom floor, walls and door. The bucket of little kids bath toys was not spared, nor was the tub, garbage can, toilet bowl and child. Needless to say, very little made it into the loo. The kid looks at me (who like a fool is killing herself laughing because I'm crazy) and says "Mom, maybe when I am older I will buy you a beautiful house". Bless him. I need an alka-seltzer and a stiff drink.
Made it back from the island in time to catch the Great Dane's 2 remaining games in the spring break tournament. His team went 3-1, which was a shocker because the other teams we played were quite strong. My kid managed to score a few goals, was great on the back-check and was only involved in a few minor broohahas.
Purim...well Babs had his preschool carnival yesterday and that went fine, him and Keta were dressed as little pirates.
Tonight we went to a big shindig at the casino theatre "Cirque de Purim". My usually ultra shy hubby begrudgingly came with (people are begining to think he is a fictional character. There was a show put on by some former Cirque de Soleil performers which was great, and then the Megillah reading. Well...Babs had a complete and utter meltdown before the food and music started, so that was the end of our big night out. Needless to say he passed out right after feeding the fish.
I have made it safely to the island without incident, and have survived (as have my kids and hubby) day 1. I was unable to relax and go to sleep last night, so I am quite pooped. Every time I fell asleep my heart would start pounding and wake me up. The internet connection is very wimpy here, I dare not annoy myself trying to transfer pics in and out of photobucket. I'll see if it improves tomorrow. There is a Yiddish expression that my dad often uses that roughly translates into "Where a bear farts in the woods", well...I am feeling like I am pretty close to that place!
I'm getting all ready for my 1st ever since kids (excluding travelling for work) girls weekend. My g-friend and I are going to the island for some much needed R&R (we have 7 boys and 2 shift working hubbies between the 2 of us). It is a real splurge that I am feeling VERY guilty about, but have been saving for for the past year. I will post on location in beautiful Courtenay British Columbia. Ships ahoy matey!
So I have 48 hours until the airport drop off, and am trying desperately to not have a mega tantrum. The Outlaws have made a few passing comments about the ridiculosity (?) of me having another child, and the zingers came to a nasty pus filled head today. I really don't know what business it is of theirs to dictate to me (and of course not to their beloved son) how many kids I should have. Knowing their position, I phoned the husband/sperminator at work and told him to get his dancing shoes on...it's babymaking time!
Not quite sure what to make of this, my mom sent these to me tonight. A baker makes these little babies out of icing and marzipan for baby shower cakes. Yummy and creepy all rolled into one.
We decided to go shopping with the little boys today and opted to try a new mall in a city about 45 minutes from us. The demographics were very different than our neck of the woods, and I couldn't help thinking to myself that quite a few people seemed to fit MY description of what a serial killer would look like. Just a creepy feeling. I told the husband my thoughts on the way home, and in his usual mono-emotional way he said "yeah, it was weird-city". Scored 2 pairs of cheap jeans for Baboo. Guess all was not lost.
This house in our very overpriced hood has been a party rental for years. Saturday night things got a wee bit out of hand, and the husband and I were lucky (?) enough to witness the whole brouhaha. Guys partying outside as we drive by (note to selves at the time...betcha the cops will be there when we get back from short drive), drive back and yep...tonnes o'coppers. Young "dudes" scattering all over the area, running onto the dike. We notice the mud up the front of the house. It all becomes clear to us the next day when we return to check things out...someone must of been mighty peeved with the guys because someone took a truck and revved their front yard onto the house. The graffiti is somewhat amusing, and being that I'm not well versed in current post-teenage slurs, it took me a while to figure out the STFU. Location, location, location!
Fog began rolling down the street. We could feel the cool moisture as it went down the road. On the not so pleasant side, the fog horns have been blowing at all hours in the strait.
I am an utter wreck. I have managed to bite my tongue and bear the circus that has become my house. The father in law arrives tomorrow to join us. My laptop is out of room to add any more pics, and the husband does not have time to clean up the pc so that I can post my lovely Vancouver in spring shots. Blah to me. This is making a months visit from my mom seem a whole lot more palatable.
Spring has sprung and my crucuses have begun to bloom. The sun has been shining for almost a week here, the boys are able to run around outside and get their jollies and I can start running again and hopefully get back into shape. Yeah! I'll take some picks of my new spring garden.
Well, the mother-in-law has arrived for her 3 1/2 week stint in the loony bin here. The father-in-law arrives sometime next week. I am a basketcase. Nuff said. Still working on getting those recipes...seems like they are a closely guarded secret.
The lunar eclipse, with Saturn to the left of the moon as seen from my driveway.
My husband was trying to catch a plane taking off tonight, but caught Grouse Mountain, which played the role of Skylab Mountain on the X-files. (lights on left)
Just watched the latest Law and Order regular old unit show last night. I'm still a fan but I think the acting is a little off. Perhaps it is that they did not go full budget because they were to be relegated to a secondary network. I'm astounded at how my brain is turning to mush staying home with the little men, you know it's bad when you have to keep playing back parts of a tv show because you can't follow! gung-gung! By the way I am thoroughly enjoying Lupo.
Over the past year or so human feet have been washing up on the tiny gulf islands between Vancouver Island and the mainland. The 3rd was found yesterday on Galiano Island, which is a lazy retreat and cottage country. They have all been right feet with sneakers. Intriguing? Gruesome as it is, here is the kicker (no pun intended), leave it to the RCMP spokesperson to say "they are not sure if foul play is involved". Excuse me? Am I hearing correctly? I feel very reassured that our men and women in red need to ponder whether dismembered feet washing up on tiny islands in the middle of the Georgia Strait may possibly be natural and innocent. Sheesh.
Tonight my dearest Great Dane got to meet his first real life, playing for the home team NHLer. After soccer practice, hubby brought him to a restaurant to meet this player. He got to get his picture taken with him, sign his Canucks jersey and talk hockey "en francais". He is walking on air...I love being able to make him this happy. This was no small feat for the husband, I was at a very rare girls night out at the movies. H had to schlep all the little men out way past their bedtimes but it was totally worth it. I got to eat greasy popcorn and watch a total chick flick with the ladies. Pure bliss.
I think my merry men are starting to get sick yet again, the red cheeks and bad moods are descending upon us. I suggest buying stock in Kleenex and Tylenol, consider that a hot tip.
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