dubble bubble

i swear, they're trying to break my jaw. is it my fault that i have an oral fixation? so i chew gum incessantly. and then i try two pieces to make up for the flagging flavor, and i get misery. it feels like my jaw is about to pop off, i swear. this is crazy. but somehow the pain has become it's own pleasure, and this is sick and twisted and jesus i should go to sleep.

if you're from scranton, i just want to say for the record - andy ufberg is freaking hot.

you know my name...

hello little benjy davis! named for your father's Saba (grandfather) Ben Davis and your mother's Rav-Saba (great-grandfather) Avrohom Gerlitz (Savti's father), that's quite the tradition you will be carrying on. i knew them both...

Benjy.

I like it. Koby liked it too. he didn't like Binny. or Benny. or Bibi. : ) good taste, that kid.

welcome to the world

in just a few short hours my nephew will have a name, an identity with which to meet the world.  it boggles my mind to think that he can be anyone, do anything...  in these late hours before he joins us, i want to give him a bracha (and i hope you all join me) that he lead a beautiful life, dedicated to G-d and good, truth and justice, the pursuit of knowledge and peace.  and i hope that i can be a worthy role-model to him, and a loving and supportive aunt.

he's so small.  so vulnerable.  i'm terrified.  welcome to the world, baby.  i'm already starting to love you...

things that make you go

hmm...

it's been an interesting week. first off, i'd like to note, this is the first time publishing to my blog from a mac. yay macs!

wednesday night i was invited to a graduation party of sorts at my friends' apartment. aizeh kef! in the middle of all this, i got a voice mail from my sister, simply stating "call me back!". and call back i did, repeatedly, fighting the evil busy signal gods. finally i gave up and called my mother's cell phone (a big no no in the hospital).

"Hi, Ima? What's the news?"

"Hold on one second..." (sound of phones shuffling)

(sister's voice, somwhat tired) " Hi, honey. It's a boy."

a masculine child! let the happy dancing commence! after being told by some drunk boy that i am now an uncle, i proposed a l'chaim to the new little man who would be occupying space in my heart. he's v cute, and he looks familiar without looking like any of us, in particular. good job being an original, my man! the brit is on thursday morning, 8:15 in scranton. and as long as we're discussing the day he was born, i'd like to point out that it was my father's 55th birthday, and i want him to know now (you listening abba?) I WILL NEVER BEAT THIS. do not get your hopes up. this is the best present you will ever get from any of us, and nothing i can do will compare. so i'm not even going to try. happy wonderful beautiful birthday.

so, delightful little children are filling up my sister's home, and if someone would like to donate money to the cause, i should be buying them gifties. : ) oh, well, they'll have to settle for massive hugs instead.

i *love* kids...

: )  anyone know of anybody looking for a babysitter?  i think that this may be my new path in life -  that of the shifting jobs, never knowing where i'm going, what i'm doing, or how i got here.  oh, no!  existentialist moment coming on.  fight it!  fight it!  hee hee.  anyhow, thankfully i'm not one who can stay 'down' for v long, so i'm going to leave work @ 5 and go home

and get happy.

ahhhhh, i love music.

hm

why don't i get paid simply for existing?  i think i do it rather well.

work.  budget cuts.  joyous day-ous.  i wonder how i would look sleeping on a park bench.  probably v cold, v lonely, and v scared.  although there are always the birds to talk to.  yeah, the birds.  feh, i'm in a half bad mood, but trying not to be.  this sucks.  boo on society and all their silly ways.

crazy

i'm the world's most hyper girl ever.  it's incredible how fast i can speak.  i apologize for not making it in english all the time, or even something recognizable to your ears as a language.  <grin>  anyhow, i'm moving and packing and running and largely enjoying it, other than that whole needing money so badly i pondered (briefly) doing something rash like selling one of my friends to some eastern slave trade.  but i realized that would only tide me over for a short while, and i may become addicted and wind up with all my friend in the east as slaves and me here all alone.  what i'm trying to say is i would feel guilty.  um, yeah.  ok, time to put my keppy down and relax.  shabbat shalom to all, and to all a good night.