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Friday, February 27, 2009

mr. kitty does his "turkey on a platter" imitation


the laptop has been delayed until 3/11. I'm using mom's machine tonight.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

deja vu

I have just returned from Boston -- again. This time I was in town on business. Flew out of Newark yesterday morning (yes, I know, Islip and JFK and Laguardia are all much closer to my house, but the fare out of Newark was unbelievably cheap -- so cheap that the relatively large fare for car service was justified.) I left my house at 4 for a 6:30 flight. What I like about flying out of Newark -- we flew right over Manhattan, at an altitude where I could see all the landmarks. It took all of 45 minutes to fly over the route that took hours and hours to drive last week.

My meeting was in the financial district, a very lovely part of town. I got there incredibly early, and wound up kiling time in the local Au Bon Pain. There's something comforting about the familiarity of your favorite chain of coffee shops.

My company reserved a room for me at the Omni Parker House, a hotel rich in history. So it was only logical that my colleagues and I have lunch there. I had a lobster roll -- and Parker House rolls, of course.

And what can I say about my room? It was everything that the Holiday Inn Express lacked. Huge, comfy bed, flat screen tv, minibar, spa robe...and a view of some lovely old historic building.

We had an early dinner, my colleagues and I, at Abe & Louie's. It's in the Back Bay area of the city, not too far from BU. I am told it's the best steakhouse in Boston.

I was back at the hotel and in my room by 8:00. and fast asleep before 9 -- missed the ending of the Biggest Loser.

and up by 4 AM. My sleep patterns are all messed up. I was booked on a 9:30 flight this morning, but got to the airport so early that the Continetal employee who checked my bag bumped me to an earlier flight.

Flying into Newark gets you an incredible view of Giants Stadium.

I opted not to hire car service to take me home -- I didn't feel comfrotable spending mega bucks in mid day, when it was just as easy to take Jersey Transit for a fraction of the price. took a train from Newark to Penn Station, then walked down a flight of stairs to the LIRR concourse for the final leg of the journey.

And arrived home in time for lunch.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Becca's Spanish class project

acrylic on canvas...thanks to mom's trip to Michael's.

5 campuses in 3 days...

though one doesn't "really count."

Becca is a junior. she's done well on the PSAT exam, she's currently preparing for the SAT and the ACT exams, and every day she receives dozens of notices from colleges all over the country asking her to apply.

So this week, midwinter recess here in the northeast, my baby and I began to explore the possibilities.

Monday. we packed the car and prepared for the long drive from Long Island, NY to Boston, MA. I chose to drive up on 95. It would have been shorter to take a route through Hartford to the Mass Pike, but I have become comfortable with 95, it's the route I take when I drive Jen to University of Rhode Island. to be honest, I'm not used to long drives by myself, I usually have someone else to share the driving, and New York to Boston was a bit daunting.

It wasn't a bad drive. we left the house around 2:20 PM, left our town by 3 (Had to run a few errands before we got onto the highway) and were on our way. I put Becca in charge of the radio/iTrip, so the music tended to be Top 40.

And we play a game in the car -- "banana". The first person to spot a yellow car says "banana". but commercial vehicles, taxis, school buses, etc. do not count. I f you say "banana" and the vehicle turns out to be a taxi, you're not allowed to call "banana" again until after you find an orange car. Becca always beats me a the banana game.

Around 6:30 or so we crossed the Rhode Island border. by then we needed a break, so I pulled off the highway at exist 3A, the exit for URI, because I knew we'd find a Dunkin Donuts at the exit. Called Jen and let her know we were nearby, but we had no plan to visit her that night. We still had a long way to go

Please come to Boston for the springtime, I'm staying here with some friends and they've got lots of room...

We finally arrived in Boston around 8:30 -9:00. And that's when I decided that I will never complain about driving in Manhattan again! Driving in boston is NOT FUN. By the end of the trip Becca was tired of hearing me say "I don't like driving in Boston."

Finding the hotel..what a "joy". I'd booked us inot the Holiday Inn Express in downtown Boston. NEVER AGAIN. My GPS kept taking us to a tiny sidestreet across from the Boston Garden, but I was sure we were in the wrong place because I didn't see a marquis or sign for the hotel. We finally gave up looking on our own and called the hotel for directions. Turns out my GPS was right -- the hotel had just opened up and didn't have any signs except a small one over the door.

(click on the photos if you can't see the whole picture)

I wsn't crazy about the hotel. the staff was wonderful, but the hotel wasn't up to Holiday Inn's standards. The lobby was small, the halls narrow, the free breakfast bar unappetising. The elevator lights didn't work, and the elevator broke down twice while we were there. Parking was at a public garage a block and ahalf away. Our room was nice -- two double beds, a kitchenette area with a microwave and a refrigerator, free interenet (Becca made full use of the internet, as you can see.) a single, small window -- with a view of a brick wall. For the same room rate I could have stayed at the Doubletree and had a nicer neighborhood, valet parking and a real restaurant. But live and learn.

Becca did make full use of the free internet service, though.

by the time we were settled in and wanted dinner, all the restaurants in our neighborhood were CLOSED. ugh. I had to go around the corner to the 7-11 for provisions -- and saw things I hadn't seen in NYC since the Guiliani administration, i.e., the local homeless population. thank goodness I'd left Becca upstairs, she would have freaked out. I suppose the neighborhood is different when the Celtics or the Bruins are at home, but the area was desolate while we were there.

Tuesday. We got up early and found our way to the T, Boston's mass transit system, and bought our fare cards -- Charlie cards!

Oh will he ever return,

Oh no, he'll never return

and his fate is still unlearned.

he will ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,

he's the man who never returned.

Being an intrepid New Yorker, riding the T was no different for me than riding the NYC subways. but my very suburban daughter was a little skittish.

Boston University -- our first campus. There are actually two T stops on the campus! We found our way to the admissions office, where Becca signed up for an information session, a tour of the campus and lunch with BU students. I took some pictures of the campus while Becca was having lunch. (No photos of the other campuses, alas, it's not cool to be snapping pictures while you're taking a prospective students tour). Becca loved this school. Go Terriers!

Afterwards, we took the T to downtown Boston, but got off at the stop for the government center and walked over to Faneuil Hall and Quincy Market for some shopping.

some times you want to go

where everybody knows your name

and they're always glad you came...

it seems like half the bars in Boston have adopted the Cheers logo.

we stopped in Build a Bear and Becca made bears for herself and her current boyfriend.

and here's a sign that made her very happy:

when we were done shopping we walked back to our hotel -- right past the New England Holocaust Memorial. the six glass chimneys represent the six death camps.

we were tired by the time we got back to the hotel, so we got take out dinner from one of the local restaurants and ate in our room.

Wednesday. We got the car and drove to Medford for a tour of Tufts. tufts is a suburban campus, but it's only a five minute drive out of Boston. the campus sits on a hill with magnificent views, you can see the Boston skyline in the distance. I loved the campus, with its sense of tradition -- P.T. Barnum was a benefactor, and he donated the hide of his elephant Jumbo to the school, and Jumbo became the school mascot. there are traditions about sledding down the hill and paiting an old cannon. but for some reason Becca HATED this school, and we bailed out of the tour halfway through. But she did buy some sweatpants in the bookstore. Go Jumbos!

We drove back to Boston. We were downtown, pulled over on a side street while I was trying to figure out my GPS, when we saw him -- a gentleman in full Colonial garb, walking down the street. Becca got a photo of him and will e-mail it to me, I was too busy fussing with the GPS to have been able to grab my camera in time.

Next stop was Boston College. We didn't take a formal tour, we'd come primarily to visit the bookstore and buy a sweatshirt for her boyfriend. She loved the campus, though, and thinks she may want to apply. Go Eagles!

Next we went back to BU, to take another look and to visit the school bookstore. gee, can you see a pattern here? One BU sweatshirt later, plus some hot dogs at the local trolleystop snack bar, and we were on our way.

Wednesday birthday. we took a cab up to the North End -- I would have walked but for the snow -- and had dinner at Limoncello, a very fine Italian restaurant. I had veal piccata and Becca had filet mignon. I would have liked to walk around the neighborhood a bit, would have liked to stop in one of the bakeries and buy pastries, but it was snowing and miserable, so we ordered dessert in the restaurant (gelato) and took a cab back to the hotel.

Thursday. We were not unhappy to check out of the Holiday Inn. got into the car and headed to Providence. I would have liked to have seen the Brandeis and Northeastern campuses, but Becca really wanted to check out Brown. She'd seent he campus one summer while on a trip with camp and wanted to go back. I think Brown is a bit of a reach for her, but I can't say "no" if she wants to apply.

the campus sits on the top of a hill. it's rich with tradition, as you'd expect. we learned that you shouldn't walk through the main gates more than twice in your career at Brown; men won't graduate and women won't marry if they do. the marching band carries their instruments upside down when they walk through the addition to the main library, there are three "sacred libraries" housing noncirculating collections -- don't visit all three in your freshman year (same legend as the gates). there's an old building with an organ, the students attend concerts on Halloween and other scary occasions. and the a capella groups love to do impromptu concerts in various archways. at one point we walked into a classroom building and I noticed that there was a lecture hall named for C.V. Starr -- he founded the company that eventually became AIG (hi, boss!) Becca loved the school. We had to stop at the bookstore and buy a sweatshirt -- GO BEARS!

campus number 5 -- University of Rhode Island. My comfort zone. All along the drive from 95 to the campus Becca made jokes about the cows and the farms. URI started as an agricultural school. Jen loves it, but Becca wants an urban campus. We went to Jen's dorm (no photos this trip, but I will share the ones I took when Jen moved in last September), and took Jen out to Applebees for an ealry dinner. Becca did not need to visit the bookstore here, she already has Rhody Ram gear.

the long ride home -- through rain and snow showers...

and when we got home Becca freaked ...there were dozens of pamphlets and brochures on her bed, from every college from here to Chicago...

the adventure is just beginning.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

oh happy laptop is on the way

borrowed mom's laptop yesterday and placed my order with Dell. my new computer will be here by March 5....complete with wifi, a webcam, up to date software and bluetooth -including a wireless mouse- so I can have fun playing and still manage to get work done.

meantime I'm posting from the phone again...

Friday, February 20, 2009

back from Boston

I will post the whole story tomorrow...but it was a great trip.

Monday, February 16, 2009

boston Bound

today I will be driving from Long Island to Boston. Becca and I are booked into a hotel in downtown boston for the next 3 nights. Tomorow we being the college tour process, visitng campuses and talking with students and getting a better idea of where my baby may want to apply. It's exciting and terrifying aall at once.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

oh dear G-d, this is unbelievable -- I have a ZIT!

and not just some random, small, controllable zit.

no, I was cursed with the mother of all zits...a huge red blob right in the middle of my chin.

at least it's not on my nose...or Icould be mistaken for Rudolph.

it's a huge zit, an ugly zit, even a slight bit painful.

I'm going to be 49 years old on Wednesday AND I'M STILL GETTING ZITS!

in a way I should be grateful that my skin still thinks I'm youthful enough to get zits. I'll go celebrate that youthful glow after Mr. Zit vacates the premises.

zits have to be male...only a man can vex a woman as much as this zit is vexing me.

and did I get any sympathy from my darling 16 year old?

of course not.

all she said was "I hope you're planning to take care of that thing before we go to Boston tomorrow."

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Valentine's Day

My ex husband and I got engaged on Valentine's Day....well, sort of. He proposed on New year's Eve, but didn't give me a ring until Valentine's Day, so our announcements said we'd gotten engaged on Valentine's Day.

Years later, the judge who signed our divorce decree must have had a weird sense of humor...because he signed the papers on February 14th.

Despite the bitterness of a failed marriage and a very nasty divorce, I remain an incurable romantic. Even at my age -- I'll be 49 on Wednesday-- I hold out hope that my soulmate and I will someday connect.

today I plan to pamper myself, maybe have a manicure/pedicure, buy myself some flowers, enjoy a day off from work.

My wish for you all that your dreams of romance come true.

Friday, February 13, 2009


so, you haven't heard much from me lately.

I am posting this from my phone. and I have to be very careful, because if Ipress the CLR button too hard my whole post will vanish into the stratosphere. so excuse the typos.

my laptop seems to have bitten the dust. it's been running slow, it overheats, it tells me my hard drive is nearly full amd that I am low on memory. I've had it for 4 years, and I understand laptops have a limited usseful life. I wanted to get it into the Geek Squad months ago. but for reasons I won't get into now, until the fios guy showed up yesterday mine was the only 'puter in the house with an internet connection...and kidlet needed access to I don't know if my laptop is salvageable now.

I have a killer cold. been sick since wednesday. of course I am sick, I am going to Boston on Monday. and my colds tend to morph into ear infections and bronchitis. one time Ieven had pneumonia.

and ever notice that the week before vacation is the busiest? and I killed tuesday morning and thursday afternoon at seminars. wanted to stay late wednesday but felt sick as a dog. couldn't stay late thursday - bagged a committee meeting because I was still sick. wound up staying until 7 tonight - the friday before a 3 day weekend. talk about lonely.

I am going home and going to bed. wake me when it's springtime, Ok?

Monday, February 9, 2009

more disboards nonsense

Today I learned that Pete Werner thinks he owns the letters DIS. it would be laugh out loud funny if it weren't so pathetic.

i even offered to contribute $10 to the dislive defense fund...

I wonder what the Disney Comapny thinks about all this drama surrounding Pete's board?

Saturday, February 7, 2009

kids were put on this earth to make their parents crazy

Monday February 16th is Presidents' Day -- a 3-day weekend for URI students, and the beginning of midwinter recess at our high school.

Just before Jen went back to school last month, she and Becca made plans. Becca is going to visit Jen on 2/12 - that's this coming Thursday. I want Becca to see the URI campus from the perspective of a student (she saw the campus on move-in day, but that's different.) I don't think URI is on Becca's list, but seeing the school will give her a frame of reference when she visits other colleges. and the fact that there's a Jason Mraz concert at URI thursday night...has nothing to do with the timing of the visit. ;-)

so the plan was for both girls to come home to Long Island on the 13th. then Becca and I were planning to drive Jen back to school Monday night, because on Tuesday we are headed to Boston to check out several schools.

so two days ago I made the hotel night in Rhode Island, two in Boston.

Jen came home from school for the weekend, she got a ride with a friend. so last night we're talking about next weekend...and she said "I may go back to school sunday night instead of Monday..."

it seems she met a boy...

Friday, February 6, 2009

mom brag

Becca made high honor roll this marking period.

but of course she did, she does every marking period.

of course I am proud!!!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

to the lady I sat next to on the subway

no, I wasn't ignoring what you said when I sat down. I heard you complain about my sitting next to you, I just chose not to respond at the moment.

please be advised that I paid the same fare you paid, I have just as much right to a seat as you do, and that you do NOT have ownership rights in the seat next to yours.

I know the seats are small and that it was a bit uncomfortable for you to have me sit next to you. it was no picnic for me, either, my leg was pressed into the metal armrest.

but sitting like that was less uncomfortable than standing would have been, especially since my sciatica is acting up today.

and if it was THAT uncomfortable for you, you had the option to stand up. I certainly wasn't going to do so.

wow, I am impressed

the advertisement program on blogger is ....well, amazing.

the other day I posted the lyrics to "American Pie".

today i saw this ad on my blog:

Buddy Holly's Plane Crash
View offical reports, photos and complete video interviews.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

pack rat

Suzanne's decluttering purge reminded me of the pack rat queen, my late mother-in-law Grace.

Grace and Emil bought their Long Island home in 1960. over the next 30 years they raised 2kids, as well as numerous dogs, cats, etc. they sold the house in 1990 and moved to southwest Florida.

they actually started looking at Florida properties in 1986, and started sorting through their stuff and packing for the move in 1987. seriously. for 3 years there were packing boxes all along one wall of the living room. in 30 years Grace never threw ANYTHING away.

they decided to buy all new furniture, since their existing furniture was old and worn out.

you'd think they'd have a garage sale or something to get rid of a lot of their stuff. you'd be WRONG!

they took EVERYTHING with them. every pot and pan. every dish and cup. old mops and brooms. every plastic souvenir from every vacation they ever took. brand new clothes, price tags still attached, from stores that went out of business in the 1970's. a wheelchair used by Grace's mother, who died in the late 1960's.

it cost thousands of dollars to ship it all.

Grace died in 1994 and Emil moved to an assisted living facility last summer. and my ex, Drew, is trying to get the house in order so that it can be sold.

and guess what he found in the garage?

all those boxes, packed 20 years ago, and never opened.

enough with the snow!

my back yard this morning, as seen from the kitchen window

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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I hate it when the Rangers have a home game...

and not because I am an Islanders fan. not that I'm much of a fan...though I do remember their glory days in the 80's (4 Stanley Cups...and a victory parade right past my dorm room at Hofstra).

no, Ihate Rangers games because they play in Madison Square Garden. the Garden is directly above Penn Station. And I commute through Penn 5 days a week.

there's not much extra traffic in Penn when the Knicks have a game...even in the best of times they don't attract a suburban crowd...and these days they don't attract much of a crowd at all.

during baseball season a lot of fans pass through Penn on their way to the Stadium or Shea. but they don't linger.

but Rangers fans...they get off the train at Penn and wander through the station in search of food and beer before heading upstairs to the game.

I am so tired of tripping over guys in blue or white jerseys...

feeling down today

My birthday is in 2 weeks. Even more so than New Year's Eve or Rosh HaShanah, my birthday makes me feel very introspective about my life. Maybe it's because I see an actual number -- this year I'll be 49 -- and it puts my life into perspective. I was on the train this morning and directed my iPod to play Barry Manilow's "Greatest Hits of the 70's" -- that's when I was in my teens, going through junior high and high school and starting college. When I think about the girl I was then, her hopes and dreams, and I look at my life...well, this is not what I was expecting.

there's lots of good in my life, for which I am grateful. my daughter Jen is becoming a lovely young woman, full of warmth and humor and a gift for getting along with people. After floundering in high school she has found direction and motivation in her life, and it thriving in college.

Becca is doing well in high school. she has always been self-motivated, and though she took a few blows to her self-confidence recently, she's bouncing back. she's a little dynamo, she makes an indelible impression.

my career...well, it's not what I imagined it would be, but I've discovered my niche. as a teenager reading Perry mason novels I thought I wanted to be a trial lawyer. but some time after law school I discovered that I didn't just want a career in the law, I also wanted a life. I've done the law firm routine, but now I work in-house for an insurance company now, I handle complex environmental claims. I'm not making a fortune, but I'm not killing myself with work either. people on their deathbed don't usually say "I wish I'd spent more time at the office," do they?

then there's my volunteer work. I'm on the board of trustees at my temple, I sit on several committees. my favorite committee is the social action committee. we do many collections -- food for the kosher food pantry, toiletries for the homeless shelter, new and used clothes for the outreach program. and I participate in Making Strides Against Breast Cancer and Relay for Life, two events sponsored by the American Cancer Society -- as a survivor I feel it's important to give back.

my ex husband Drew-- now there's a topic I could write about all day. I am grateful that after all the hatred and bitterness, we've finally come to a place where we remember what we liked about each other.

friends -- I don't have a lot of friends, but the people I spend my time with -- both in real life and on the web -- make me happy. I am grateful for their kindness and support. I treasure our bonds.

now for the bad.

my family is very dysfunctional. I live with my parents and two of my three sisters. Jen was almost 4 and becca had just turned 2 when Drew and I got divorced, and I moved back into my parents' house "temporarily" while I got my life together. 14+ years later, I am still in my parents' house. Life got very comfortable and I didn't feel motivated to move, and things between me and Drew were crazy and my family was very supportive....still, I probably should have moved out 5 or 6 years ago, because the situation between me and my sisters...well, that's a post for another day; let's just say it's not a good thing, and leave it there for now.

money. yeah, there's an issue everyone can relate to. I make a decent living, but not nearly what some of my peers make...even with shared expenses in my current living situation, I feel like I'm struggling sometimes. and I don't think my daughters have a real appreciation of how hard I work to pay for the things they want. just wait until they hit the real world...

then there's romance -- or lack of it. being single in your 40's ...well, the men I meet...ugh...I would be so delighted if someone would play matchmaker and fix me up with a mensch....the last few guys I went out with were realy horror shows...

so today I was near tears in the subway, listening to old songs and wondering where my life was going....who knows, maybe tomorrow I won't feel so melancholy....

the Day the Music Died

A long, long time ago...
I can still rememberHow that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
this'll be the day that I die."

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock 'n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with him`cause I saw you dancin' in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin'
bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
this'll be the day that I die."

Now for ten years we've been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone,
But that's not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Lennon read a book on Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,

bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.

Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died? We started singing,

bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil?s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satan's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,

bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I'd heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn't play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,

bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
Singin', "this'll be the day that I die.
this'll be the day that I die."

an interpretation of the lyrics

Monday, February 2, 2009

pocket change

I never, ever spend my pocket change. If I'm paying cash, I always use bills.It's a habit I picked up years and years ago, when I had to take my clothes to the laundromat and city buses only accepted coins in the fare box.

I don't have a change purse. I tend to throw my change into the bottom of my pocketbook. When the bag starts to feel like I'm carrying around a rock collection, I put the coins into a jar on my dresser. Every once in a while I empty the jar and count up the coins -- my bank gives you a free gift (a small token) if you can predict how much money you have in coins before the coin counting machine adds up your total.

this is what was in the jar last night:

Anyone want to guess how much money that is?

It's $106.49. I am fabulously wealthy today.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

"Souper" Bowl

just wanted to remind everyone that all the soup kitchens and food pantires are really hurting in this economic enviroment.

our synagogue is sponsoring a "souper" bowl today, people are encouraged to donate non-perishable items to help stock the shelves of the local kosher food pantry.

with all the wealth in this country -- even in these hard times -- no one should have to go hungry in America.

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