THOSE BOOTS

So when I wear those boots I always seem to wear
that inevitably leave me with a sharp stabbing pain
between my shoulder blades from click clocking
around all day in an unnatural pose, that is most
likely a sign I should not EVER EVER wear those
boots again. Right? Just checking.

BAD UNDERWEAR

Ladies...have you ever made the mistake
of needing to do wash so badly that you
wear that ONE pair of underwear left in
the drawer (thong to be specific) the one
pair that is kept way in the back on purpose
because the moment you put them on you
know they will kill you all day long-riding up
your ass to the point that it's very possible
you might be split in half-split in half by a
pair of cheap, bad thong underwear? Just
curious because I have that pair on and it
sucks.

THINGS RECENTLY FOUND IN THE
DRAWERS OF MY CHILDHOOD
BEDROOM

NEW GIRL AT THE OFFICE
MOVE OF THE DAY

Handing a paycheck made out to 'Jamie Smith'
to a guy at the office I've been forwarding mail
to and calling 'Jamie' as in 'Jamie Smith' for two
months now only to have him respond,

"Yeah...actually...I'm Steve Johnson and that...is
Jamie." while pointing to a tall blond in the next
cube.

THE FUNERAL, THE FAMILY AND
OH YEAH...LAUGHING

Things in my life have been moving at a snail's pace.
When life gets like this I feel as if it's very hard to 'blog'.
I feel self concious and like Doogie Hauser M.D. tapping
away my thoughts of the day, coming to false conclusions
of what life is really about.

I am aware I am not pleasant to be around at these
times. I am in a catatonic state where I could stare at
a white wall all day. I forget to laugh. I have no time for
fun. I am like a humorless cave woman. Me must work.
Grunt. Me must pay bills. Grunt. Me no can have friends.
Grunt. Me no laugh. Me no have time for laugh. Grunt.

Blogging is interesting though. It is a venue of sorts
for me to let go and really write what I am thinking.
After I write what I am thinking I then go to my fotolog
to post photos of what I'm seeing. This is like a full
package digital purge of sorts. Letting things out the
way I see or hear them. For someone who tends to
hold a lot in for most of their life, I think this blog thing
is great. Over the past few months I have offended
a number of family members that read either of my
blogs and I have felt resistant to coming back. But
here I am once again. Unfrozen cave girl. It feels
good to be back again. Grunt.

***

I just returned from a weekend in Washington D.C.
where we finally buried my grandfather in Arlington
National Cemetery. My grandfather was a POW in a
German prisoner of war camp for two and a half years.
Stalag 17. There was a movie made about his camp.
Maybe some of you war buffs know about it.

It was nice to be around family and hear more stories
about him. He didn't talk much about his experience
until much later in life. He held a lot in. The stories
varied but all sounded very cinematic-the time his
British friend in the camp that perfected throwing
a sock ball from a window knocking down the main
generator line so they could sleep without the lights
on for one night-the time a German guard found
out my grandfather could sail and asked him to
teach him, etc. Pretty crazy stuff. My aunt also has
seven postcards he wrote from the camp-two to my
grandmother and the rest to the couple that raised
him. He was only allowed to write seven lines each.
And here without thinking I have already written 45.

***

So what is the Doogie Hauser MD conclusion from all
this? It's that when my entire family gets together
they are one funny and sarcastic bunch. While it was
a sad and moving experience there was a lot A LOT of
laughing. My grandfather would have wanted it that
way. Even in the hardest of times we literally had one
another cracking up with tears coming down our faces.
We may hold a lot in but when we let it out we let it
out. We feel stronger and bolder than we ever did
before. We move on.

As someone said when we left the cemetery,
"I wish grandpa was here...he would have loved it."

READERS-HAVE YOU GIVEN UP YET?

I want to know if anyone still dares attempt
to read this website. It's been so long since
I've even updated it. If so I will attempt to
write a thing or two about what has been
going on as of late. If not this blog remains
frozen in time. Write a comment!

TWO FOR ONE

It's a crazy and exciting day when you not only
hear your best friend (the first out of your group
of friends having a baby) is preggers but is she
is also having TWINS no less! YOWZER people.
This is nuts! I really can't believe it :)

INCONSIDERATE NON-JEW SPEAK

Note to self: Don't ask a co-worker's little girl
named 'Hannah Fogelstein' if she is ready for
the Easter Bunny to come to her house.

Um-no. NEVER.

Useless Grumpy Rant

It should be illegal not to tell your
customers that you have no honey
or brown sugar for the oatmeal they
just bought at your deli AFTER they
bought it.