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holiday season beyond rocks.  most of the music is great, the shopping is nice, and the weather gets just nippy enough that you want to stay in and cuddle.  the atmosphere is just so exciting.

music of the night:
twelve days of christmas (bob and doug)
grandma got run over by a reindeer (elmo and patsy)
silent night (enya)
so this is christmas (melissa ethridge)
little drummer boy (tori amos)
carol of the bells/christmas eve sarajevo (trans-siberian orchestra)

and i know this little boy who wouldlook so cute dressed as an elf.  who started this whole elf/santa's helper thing anyhow?  maybe i'll name my first kid santa's helper.  just for kicks and laughs, or something.

must find bed and collapse.

ridic cool!

http://www.tyndale.cam.ac.uk/jastrow/

i LURVE it

oh, the happy

i met george ross,  trump's right hand man.  he spoke at YU and went and i totally came off like an idiot (not such a stretch) and he was brilliant

avi

Please, if you have time to daven or just send good thoughts his way, Avraham Yehuda ben Chaya Esther is a very close family friend.  he's 17, and is going for surgery this Friday for melanoma to track it and see if it's spread.  It's a really scary time for all of us.  The doctors said that he didn't get it from sun exposure; it's just a gene that went nuts.

thanks

wow

tonight a bunch of us went with Midnight Run, a group of people who make run giving out food and neccessities  to the city's homeless population.

we had sandwiches, bottled waters, sweaters, shirts, socks, underwear, shoes, deodorant, razors, shaving cream, toothbrushes, toopaste, fresh (hot!) soup and coffee...

i have no idea how or why these people ended up on the street or in need of food and clothes.  one man said that he worked at the WTC, and when the restaurant he worked in was destroyed, he was left with nothing.  i can't begin to imagine it.

my thoughts are still scattered, but i'm pretty sure that i'm going to go again.

throat ow

but drisha's kickin', so i can't really so much complain.  now if i could just convince my throat to be happy...  : )

count me in

the proud, the few, the women of drisha

k

so, number one the lasagna came out more than yummy, if too wet.  why does that happen lately?  i used a lot less cheese than i usually do.  gr.

so, on a side note, i emailed Ryan (from martha stewart's apprentice) and he was kind enough to write back.  how cool of him.

i wish there were more cool normal people on tv.  i love watching the apprentice (both versions), i love learning how poeple think and seeing the little things that contribute to a less than stellar outcome.  i *really* love hearing the opnions of people who do Business because they bring a very different perspective to things than i do.  so it's nice to think that there are people there for good reasons, and not just to annoy or be crazy (too many examples to name here).

and now i have to run away and play games.  and you thought i wasn't blogging anymore...

lasagna

long flat noodles, curl
mix cheese and spice, add veggies
home made sauce is best

martha

hateful jim still safe
scary jaw yells "LIAR!" twice
i hope ryan wins

laugh, why don't you

squirming in my seat
the delivery is late
bladder mocking me

heads up

afternoon, lunch time.  pull out a bowl from the set i picked when i was much younger and really liked sunflowers.  take the eggs out of the fridge, crack one - okay, two - into the bowl.   debate using the stovetop, remember how effective it was to pop an egg in the microwave as a kid.  put the bowl in, and every 30 seconds, take it out and stir it up a bit with a fork.  take them out when they're done, fluffy, beautiful.  you can hear the steam in the eggs.  dig in with the fork, pulling out a beautiful hot piece of egg.   second bite, third bite - the steam sound gets louder.  then POP.  there's egg yolk on my arm, on the couch, on my face, in my hair, and in my eyes.  and it hurts.   put the eggs down, rush to the bathroom, and rinse out my eyes.  then storm back in, really angry, and EAT THOSE EGGS.  now they know who's boss in this equation.