Tuesday, March 31, 2009

how odd is odd

NPR has newscasters with the oddest names.
Sitirius, or Soterios Johnson (Greek and what?)
Corey Flintoff (but when he says his name he sounds like flintock)

my all time favorite, and I have no clue how to spell this:
Uedora Udohgi

phonetically, it's: Udora (not YOUdora) Udogi (YOU-doe-gee)


Monday, March 30, 2009


thanks, sporadic, super, and sally. you're words are encouraging.

how do you balance cleaning out the house of all food that is chometz, while providing enough food for the huge appetites of everyone who is home from school and yeshiva? And in my house, the girls eat, too!

I do NOT want to be like the women I meet in the isles of Wesley Kosher who kvetch and sigh VERY loudly,
"OY! all my bochrim are home! Actually, I barely see them (hee hee). They roll out of bed for the late minyan, and then boruch hashem have a learning seder, and after that they raid the fridge! I am glad they are home but OY!! They ate a whole cake and kugel that I already made for Pesach!"

Everyone's in the same boat, lady. Boil up lots of noodles.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The well has run dry

I'm done. blogging.

I'm not such an interesting writer.

too many family members who are good writers have better blogs.

I had good intentions, but didn't want to always rant and scream.

that's how boring and dull Brooklyn North is- I've run out of things to complain about.

perhaps one day I shall resume, until then,

arrivederci. sayonara. adios. Giga-waabamin-


Sunday, March 1, 2009

empty shelves

Wesley Kosher had 3 containers of milk left at 6:30 p.m. That is it. 3.

There were no more 5 pound bags of sugar. Not one.

10 inches is a lot of snow.

And Purim is next week.

So I guess everyone is thankful for the snowday to catch up on their Purim baking.

But here in Brooklyn North, by the afternoon the roads are usually clear.

So who is betting that it'll only be 4 inches? Or wet snow?

It's now 10 p.m. and nary a flake in sight.

I hope there is a snow day- I don't have any snacks for the kids to take to school.

And if it is a snow day, this household will be awoken at dawn, as one child gallops into the kitchen, and listens to the school automated message on Speaker. So those of us still sleeping can wake up at 6 a.m. to be told we don't have to wake up early. How does he do that?

Here's to wishing for lotsa snow!