i have severe reservations about going.

my friends and extended family are all here or easily accesible to here.  Jewish schools, kosher food, and an assortment of other conveniences for the Ortho Jew are all over.

Gus loves home.  It's her centering point, the place that is consistent in our constant moving about.  I'm miserable for her, knowing how out of sorts she's going to be when she realizes that we're not coming back here.

 Our doctors, are here.  Our doctors who were carefully and lovingly chosen to take care of our family.

*sigh*

Things I will not miss:

The crazy lady next door and her homeless 'friends'
The crazy people above us who get up at 5 am
The parking spot in the garage between the minivan and the pole
Driving on the Cross Bronx every week (twice!)
The city noise.  (Ok, maybe I'll miss it a little)
The cramped space of a 2 bedroom apartment
The messed-up toilet in the second bathroom
The teensy kitchen
The constant construction

*sigh*

I don't want to go.

We are stupid.

We bought a barbecued chicken at Brach's erev last days.  We got home very late and forgot to put it in the fridge, and sadly had to throw it out.  So we made some chicken of our own.  Apparently the oven was not fully heated before the chicken went in, because it came out mostly raw.  We found this out when we sat down to eat.  Avraham had deli for dinner and I had cheese, tomatoes, and cole slaw.  On matza.  It was quite good.  Motzei Shabbat aka the last night of Chag we wanted to make pancakes.  There were 3 potential problems: we didn't have the ingredients for pancakes; we forgot to turn on the burners; and paranthetically to the burners, we forgot to leave on lights in the kitchen.

Thank god the yahrzeit candle decided to last through the end of Shabbat.   We reserved the bottom of our kugel, which had a potato starch-esque feel to it.  I explained to Avraham how to light a gas oven on Chag.  he lit three burners (the better to cook with).  We crushed a matza for texture, then crumbles the kugel bottom along with a particularly dry and flavorless sponge cake.  Then I added 8 eggs, some cottage cheese, and some honey.  Avraham fried them in the dark.  They were delicious.  I kid you not.

The next day we made Matza  pizza fry.  It was gross at first - we forgot how unseasoned everything is on Pesach, and never tasted the tomato sauce before we made the food.  Luckily we had a lot of seasoning with us.  Eggs, butter, matza, and  cheese.  Hullo Pesach.  And goodbye!  Til next year, and better planning.

I walked into our room today in response to Fred freaking out and found her lying on the floor, very neatly placed in the middle of some clothes.  I yelled to Avs 'Why did you put the baby on the floor?"  He said "What are you talking about?"  I said "Oh, shit."

She scooched backwards (on her back) down between two pillows, around the other stuff we cleverly placed between her and the edge, off the side of the bed, and a few feet on the floor before she started crying.  Ayiyi.

Now that I've given birth and can resume some mildly alcoholic behaviors, I know *exactly* what I want: Johnnie Walker Blue Label King George V Edition.  As my member email from Johnnie Walker says (yes, really), "This spirit is handcrafted from rare whiskies produced only in distilleries operating during the reign of King George V.  Experience the ultimate luxury of a blend that can never be reproduced.  Less than 10,000 bottles are available in the US this year."

Exclusive *and* tasty!

we're watching 'the sarah chronicles', according to the cute man sitting next to me.

Sleeping Peacefully 

with Gus, Grover, and Blanket (and Abba, too!)

Fred, the Christmas Elf 

i was quite happy with my old blog.

 you people suck it pretty hard.

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.

Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

Subject: Fwd: Missing 16 year old frum girl

I'm trying to get this email out to as many people as possible in as short a time as i can.
I have a friend in Richmond, Va. that ran away last week.
I have been asked to get this email out to as many people as possible.
Her name is Shana Colby and she's 16 years old, blonde, and blue eyed.
There are a lot of theories that she may have gone to New York and the hope is that especially with the everyone-knows- everyone factor in the Jewish world that someone will know someone who has information.
We think she may be in danger and whatever anyone can do to help the situation would be appreciated. So if you guys could forward this email to as many people as you think would help that would be great (especially those of you in the metro-politan day schools).
Please guys. I know this girl personally and I know her mother. Who knows what forwarding one email or telling one friend can do?
There's a link here to her picture. I really appreciate all of your time.
Thank you,
~EB-E
this is the email from her mom:
Click on the link below to view Shana's poster from the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children.

http://www.missingk ids.com/missingk ids/servlet/ PubCaseSearchSer vlet?act= viewPoster& caseNum=1083112& orgPrefix= NCMC&searchLang= en_US

Debbie