Monthly Archives: April 2008

My Salute to Earth Day

If you do anything in the next 30 days, please watch this movie!

I watched it last night and to say I was effected would be putting it mildly. After I turned off all the lights in the house, planned my move to a “Off The Grind” community, wrote a stern letter to Exxon/Mobil and professed my new love for Leonardo DiCaprio, I texted a friend of mine and said “Oh my god this movie! I’m going to sell my car and plant 100 trees. Tomorrow!”

OK maybe selling my car is a little drastic but I’m definitely reinstating “No Drive Sundays”. This is something Ben and I came up with last summer where we didn’t use the car at all on Sundays. Winter put a wrinkle in that one but now that the weather is better, there is no excuse.

So please dear readers, I don’t ask you for much. Actually I have never asked you for anything! But I am now. Please. On Earth Day, go watch The 11th Hour and then go plant a tree. Or two. And then make someone else watch this movie. Mother Earth, and my future great great grandchildren thank you.

“Global warming is not only the number one environmental challenge we face today, but one of the most important issues facing all of humanity … We all have to do our part to raise awareness about global warming and the problems we as a people face in promoting a sustainable environmental future for our planet.”
—Leonardo DiCaprio.

In Another Country Just 2 1/2 Hours Away

*I know this post is long overdue. But between chronicling my amazingly ugly days and destroying my son’s childhood fantasies, I haven’t had time.

Last week my mother and I went to Chicago where we celebrated my nephew Mendel’s Upshernish and OY! What a time! It was full of nakhes and mitsve and mishigas! (translation for all you goyim out there) It was full of joy and good deeds and craziness!

I’ll save you all the Google search. An Upshernish is when an orthodox Jewish boy reaches the age of 3, his hair is cut for the first time. This symbolizes the start of his formal Jewish education and the change from no longer being a baby but now a boy. In celebration of this great event, a big party is held where everyone gets a chance to cut a piece of the boy’s hair.

This was Mendel’s hair, three years in the making.

As many said “G-d must have been mistaken when he gave a boy this hair.” Mendel’s hair was truly amazing! Many of us were mourning the cutting of such beautiful locks.


(I don’t know how he got the cut on his forehead. Neither does his mother. Hey, he’s #5 out of 7, with the oldest child being 9. Give the woman a break.)

It was truly amazing to me that we were in downtown Chicago. Just blocks from Lake Michigan and Michigan Ave. You would have thought we were in Eastern Europe with all the men in their long beards, black hats and suits.

The celebration even continued the next morning as Mendel, with his cute new haircut, began his Jewish education, starting with the Hebrew alphabet.


It was a very joyous time and Mendel did great! We were all somewhat worried that he might freak out and not want to take part in any of this. But he surprised us all as he took to all this attention like peanut butter takes to Matzoh. (just a little nod to Passover…) Mendel was always a quiet shy child. It’s almost like he was waiting for this time to come, to break out of his shell. I have a new found respect for little Mendel.

My sister and her family live in such a different culture, much of it I don’t even pretend to understand. But one thing that I do understand is this is my family. My sister and brother-in-law have been blessed with 7 beautiful children and a community where they feel very supported and happy. So for that I am grateful. I will continue to support them all and be there for all my cutie nieces and nephews and their wonderful events to come.

The Tooth And The Truth Both Came Out

Last night after a very fun time at the UW Varsity Band concert (Thank you again Katie for the extra tickets!) Ben and I got home very late. We were both exhausted. But apparently not tired enough for Ben to pull his loose tooth out.

Keep in mind this is tooth number 8. For teeth 1-4 we made a pretty big deal out of it. Lots of cheering, lots of examining the new hole in his head, and lots of “WOW! What will the Tooth Fairy bring you?!?!”

For number 8 it went like this:

“Mom, my tooth came out!”
“Cool.”
“Yeah, and it’s bleeding.”
“Yeah, that will happen.”
“We need to get a bag for the tooth fairy.”

Just the thought of doing the do the whole Tooth Fairy business was too much for this tired old mom. I was so not in the mood to have to wait for him to go to sleep, rummage around to find a dollar, stick it under his pillow, take the tooth, etc. And I thought to myself, “you know, this kid is almost eight…”

“Hey Ben? Do you REALLY believe in the tooth fairy?”
He smiles a HUGE GRIN.
“Yeah. I mean she does give me a dollar each time I lose a tooth.”
More smiling from the kid.
“Ben? Can I tell you something?”
Now a chuckle from both of us. “Sure!” he says.
“I’d like you to meet the Tooth Fairy!” and I stuck out my hand for a handshake and we both laugh.
He says “I sort of knew it. But where are all my teeth Mom?”
“My top dresser drawer.”

So he runs over, digs and starts to pull out little baggies of tiny teeth.

“WOW Mom! That’s sorta gross.”
“Tell me about it! So I guess the truth is now out.”
“How did you get the tooth out from under my pillow and the dollar in?”
“Well, I’m just that good. Oh and hey, don’t let this secret out to any of your friends. They might still believe.”
He thinks. Then smiles again and says “I won’t. So… where’s my buck?”

I told my mother this story today and she laughed and said “Pretty soon you are going to be too lazy to do stocking on Christmas and there goes Santa!”

Well the kid IS technically Jewish…

If You See Me on the Street Today Don’t Give Me Your Spare Change

I got to work this morning and innocently went into the bathroom. Just to look in the mirror and realize there was a 50 year old homeless bag lady looking back at me. Which is SO weird because when I left the house this morning I could have sworn I was a GOOOOOD lookin’ 30 something hip mama.

What happened from the confides of my loving bedroom and my kind bathroom mirror to now? Are the lights really that bad in the bathroom at work? Or is it that now I’m awake (Thank you Mr. Coffee!) and can see the harsh reality that is me on this fine Friday morning.

When I got dressed this morning and let myself out of the house, was I sober? Was I sane? Was I of sound mind and body? I think not. Although I’m 99.5% sure I’m sober. How did I think that this baggy sweater, went with the t-shirt underneath? And where did these pants fit into the equation? How did I make sense of the necklace that has NOTHING to do with anything I’m wearing. and DO NOT get me started on my choice of socks and shoes. WTF! I’m so What Not To Wear’s wet dream today!

The sad thing is, Josh isn’t even here today so I truly feel like the Homeless Bag Lady who is not of sound mind and body as I sit in this office all alone talking to my inanimate object friends. “Mr. Coffee Maker? Do you think I’m pretty? How about YOU Mr. Fax Machine. Do these earring go with this necklace? What do you think of my shoes?”

What happened to me this morning? Usually I am fairly well put together. Maybe the earthquake in Southern Illinois DID effect me!

Well at least I know what I’m doing over lunch, now. REDO!