Standing here screaming

Sometimes people annoy me. Other times I am stuck in a really funny situation. All in all, I just got to share it!

Friday, March 31, 2006

A bit refreshing...

My sister sent me this link. It looks like aljahzeera, I'm not quite sure. The woman speaking seems to be arabic. What do you think?


http://switch5.castup.net/frames/20041020_MemriTV_Popup/video_480x360.asp?ai=214&ar=1050wmv&ak=null

Sunday, March 12, 2006

On the road to the five towns

I have wanted to post this since last Tuesday but I haven't had a chance. Stupidly, I didn't write any of my thoughts down and I have sadly lost most of them. One of my doctors is in the five towns and whenever I have to go there I get a bit nostalgic because I went to school not far from my doctor's office. Driving down Penninsula blvd, I pass by some streets where I used to get together with friends at their houses. After the appointment, I stopped in central perk to get some dinner. This didn't exist then but I parked a little far and had to walk by the cheese store and the hallmark, two places that I frequented very often in highschool. The cheese store- home of the yummiest coffee that got me through my finals and the hallmark where our favorite Indian friend- Saby- would sell us Nirvana t-shirts and candy. As I walked further I saw that the schitzophrenic man who (or is it whom, I'm so tired!) used to walk up and down central ave. scaring all of us was still there, talking to a tree. (disclaimer: I am not making fun of schizophrenic people, I worked with them for two years....just as a 14 year old we were afraid of him because he often acted a bit scary)
On my way home I was able to do some thinking and I came up with this list:
1. why are cops able to violate traffic laws? I mean, they just run red lights when their sirens aren't even on!
2. I sometimes really miss my hair. In no way do I resent covering my hair or being frum or any other thing you may read into this. I just mean it how it sounds. I miss being able to throw my hair in a bun and not have to wear a headband almost every day.
3. Things I really would like to do in the near future:
a. take photography lessons. I love taking pictures. Wherever I go I look around and see beautiful photo ops. And of course, now, I have the perfect subject!
b. take a cake decorating course
c. take voice lessons, which brings me to #4....
4. Is there a way that kol isha does not have to stand in the way of people's talents? I know my American Idol dream is a bit silly but the truth of the matter is, I really enjoy singing. I miss getting up on stage and singing, which I used to do a lot. oh well...
5. I would really like to start a cooking blog. I often am at a loss for things to make when it is just Aaron and me and find myself playing my own version of Iron Chef and just throwing whatever together. I have a bunch of recipes that have come out of this. For example: chicken cutlets dipped into raspberry dressing and then dipped into crushed up saltines. A yummy alternative to the regular shabbos afternoon breaded chicken.

Unfortunately I know this is really not the way I intended this post to come out, I did my best remembering. But, I do have one more story to add about the next night. Wednesday night I took Aaron to the Dr. He got his cast removed and they put a boot on. Close to the Dr's office is a great restaurant that we tried the week before that just recently went under the Vaad (after being tablet k for many years). We decided to stop again. Aaron waited in the car. I left it running so he can listen to music. As I walked away I noticed him turn the battery on instead. After waiting for forever for our food, I got back to the car very excited that it was still early enough that I would be able to shower, bathe Estee and make it in time for American Idol. I started the car and once again, sputter sputter. The battery was dead. Aaron said to call AAA but I had a better idea. I went back into the store and asked the mashgiach if him or any of his workers have jumper cables. He told me he does. I went out with him, popped my hood and he jump started my car. I was quite impressed with how resourceful I was. I made our minor mishap last 10 minutes instead of a possible hour. And, of course, I still made it home in time for American Idol.