Archive for June, 2010

Just Sit Right Back & You’ll Hear a Tale

I know that I have been MIA lately.

It’s not that I don’t have anything to write, it’s that I have too much to write about and can’t wrap my brain around anything.

I truly don’t have a moment to sit down to write.. we are always on the move.

But I feel that things will be calming down soon enough- the girls are starting summer camp on Thursday and my husband is starting a school summer orientation program this week as well.

But before everyone starts their respective lives in our new country, we took a little holiday.

My father- in- law bought us tickets for a cruise to the mediterranean a few months ago. It was originally supposed to  stop in Turkey, Cyprus and Greece.. but seeing as though Israel and Turkey are not the best of friends as of late, Turkey was taken off of the cruise agenda and we spent more time in Greece.

My mom decided she missed the girls so she hopped on a plane to Israel and will be staying at her dad’s house for 2 months…

She babysat the girls while we ran off like thieves in the night calmly left on our mediterranean cruise for 5 days!

 We had never been on a cruise before, so we were giddy as school children.

Let me tell you one thing, if you ever decide to go on a cruise, don’t go on one that was intended for Yemenite/ israeli patrons because you will NOT be happy.

people were loud, abrasive, pushy…

The buffet was like a damn war zone.

 Oh and our room?

No window.

It was like I was in my own personal hell.

Lets not even discuss the fake grass out on the deck.

I should have known that was what my father- in- law considered a 4 star vacation.

We had a lot of time in between our destinations.

So we played some dominos:

Did a little slow motion running:

You know the usual stuff..

Besides for it being a really shitty boat, with really annoying people… the destinations were BREATH TAKING.

Our first stop was Cyprus.

It was never a place that I ever thought I would travel to, but it was nice.

 Cyprus tidbit: because they have a drought problem, there is only 3 hours per day that the gov turns on the water in the country. In those 3 hours, they fill their tanks and whatever else they need for the following 24 hours.

Cyprus Tibit #2 :P eople don’t have many children, so the population doesn’t ever really grow too much. The government wants people to have more children, so they give them incentives: money, cars etc.

Now you have a fact or two about Cyprus.. you’re welcome.

We went to one of their ports and had a drink:

And then to Aphrodite’s Birthplace

This spot was one of the most beautiful places that I have ever been to in my entire life.

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The following day we arrived in Greece.

Greece

Lindos, the white city

People in Lindos paint their doors or windows blue to resemble the sky.. this way spirits wont enter the house since they will see the blue and think that they are back in t he sky…

church

 

I may or may not have been wearing an inappropriately short dress without knowing that I would be riding on a donkey down the hills of Lindos:

 

this man showed no fear

Rodos

totally didnt see that woman when i took that picture

only a hobbit could live in this house

We stopped to have a bite to eat.

I was SO EXCITED about eating Greek food in Greece. I mean i LOVE ME some Greek Food. One of my favorite restaurants in NYC is the Greek Kitchen.

Boy was I disappointed.

Apparently, American Greek food is WAY better than Greek food in Greece.

 I mean you wouldn’t think so right?

I ordered a Greek salad and wondered if I sounded like a fool ordering it.. I mean, is it called a Greek salad in Greece?

Hmm.

Food for thought.

Looked way better than it tasted.

Oh and apparently there is no Diet coke in Greece, there is Coca Cola Light:

say what?

All in all it was a nice trip.

 We got to have a few days away alone.

 I totally slept a  lot.

And I am so thankful that I was able to see more countries this year.

Now back to the daily grind.

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What place in the world have you been to that literally took your breath away? (mine was Aphrodite’s birthplace in Cyprus)

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Mr. Belvedere’s Got Nothing on Me

So, I have a confession to make.

I am not a housewife.

Well, I’m not a good one anyway.

I don’t do laundry.

I don’t clean the floors.

I don’t do windows.

You get the point.

I grew up in a household where I NEVER had chores

Like ever.

My mom would tell me to clean my room, but that was all.

I didn’t have any basic skills when I was listed on the market as a wife.

But my husband knew this.

Though, I am not one that anyone would expect to do ALL THE HOUSEWORK AND CHILD REARING.

No Siree.

Not me.

I remember being a kid and having dinner at my grandparents house. My grandmother along with all of my aunts would run around cooking and preparing for the sabbath dinner. The men would go to synagogue and come home to a set table. Then once the meal commenced, the men would get up and leave their dirty dishes behind. It was expected that the women would pick up after the men as well (lest I not even bring out the dessert platters that the women would bring out when they were done washing the dishes).

I remember feeling that it was completely unfair and wrong.

I mean, why would us women have to do everything?

At that very moment I became a feminist.

Well, you know… I’m not running around with picket signs, but I believe in equality.

That’s why I married a man who agrees with me.

He is a VERY hands on Dad and we share a lot of the household responsibilities.

I never did laundry before in MY LIFE.

We didn’t have a laundry machine in our apartment, and the machines were in a super scary basement so it was up to Mr. GG to do our laundry. This caused many problems because he would only do laundry once every 2.5 weeks and there were MANY times, more that I would like to remember that I had to go commando because of the lack of clean underwear.

Moving on…

I have now done laundry more than once.

 I am pretty proud of myself (shut up).

So liberating to have clean clothes several times a week!!

 Is this what normal folks feel like?

Oh, I’ve also been throwing out the garbage!

That chore was also bestowed upon my lovely husband.

 He still does it, but I have been doing it too.

Since we live in the apartment above my retired father in law (who is home ALL THE TIME) I feel like he needs to think that I am somewhat domesticated (Donna Reed I am Not)… so I am now playing the part, because I live in an old school setting.

I think this whole farm living thing might make me the marrying kind, you know for a farmer.

And when I am tired after a LONG day of cleaning and cooking, I always have my little helpers

You missed a spot

 

What is your most HATED household chore?

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Just Call Me Miss Cleo

So I am the type person who has dreams and premonitions about things. It’s something that I have noticed since I was a teenager.

My friend Franny always used to tell me that she never wanted to get on my bad side because when I would curse someone for the bad, it would often come true (i don’t do that anymore, it was all teenage angst..).

For example, last year I had a dream that one of my cousins was pregnant with a daughter. I am not particularly close to this cousin in any way (I do have 50 first cousins). She had two sons who were slightly older (13, 11). I decided to send her a facebook message to let her know of my dream. Truthfully, it was more like to document my dream considering my track record with getting this type of stuff right.

She responded the following day to let me know that she was IN FACT pregnant and that  she had entered her 3rd month the same day!

She has a little girl now.

She just turned 1

A month later, I dreamt that my friend Franny was pregnant with a son. I called her up and informed her of my dream. She pretty much responded “‘well, if you dreamt it I should get an HPT”… sure enough, PREGNANT. WITH A SON.

Franny's little man

Call it coincidence or whatever else you like. I know that I have a sixth sense for these things. Gut feelings, dreams… they have always led me.

Just last month, a friend of mine, got promoted . This friend shares the same birthday as my husband. I told her that whoever was born on that day must have big life changes in store at the end of the month (she got promoted, my husband was moving).

 Then I realized that a co worker of mine (who made me cupcakes on my last day of work-she is adorable!):

 was dating someone who shares the SAME birthday as my husband too! I told her not to be surprised if her boyfriend proposed to her at the end of May.

 She laughed me off.

Guess who got engaged THAT NIGHT?

the SAME DAY

 

There was a time in my life when I hated my “gift”.. I felt like it was more like a curse. I can’t predict anything about my own life, or pick winning lotto numbers (I almost did once, I was OFF BY ONE ON EACH NUMBER!).. but since I only get good premonitions (most of the time) I am more open and welcoming to them these days.

I want to know: Have you ever had a dream or a gut feeling about something that turned out to be right?

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Someone Get Me on the Phone with the T.V Show Horders

So we have this shed.

Time Machines DO exist!

It’s not ours per se, it’s my father-in-law’s.

I always wondered what was in it.

Turns out there are MANY MANY things that I wish werent in there.

Apparently, my f-i-l is a secret horder.

The hording may be situated into a single shed, but YOU BETTER BELIEVE there is some serious hording happening.

For example, when we  informed my fil that we were moving to Israel, he insisted we not bring anything with us. “I have EVERYTHING you will need” he said on the phone.

 It sounded so nice and comforting.

That is until my husband turned to me and said, “You know he means furniture from the 70′s”

 I thought he was exaggerating.

I’m glad I believed him and am having my own furniture and belongings shipped to us.

If couches could talk

 When my husband told his father that we needed to go buy some cutlery, my fil proceeded to take him into the shed. My bewildered husband came back with a plastic bag full of forks, knives, spoons and the such. I asked him what was wrong, and as he pulled out a fork, he asks me how old I thought the no longer shiny utensil was.

“Ten years old”? I answered.

“No. My mother bought these when I was a kid”.

 His mother has been dead for over 20 years.

I literally feel as though I am in a time warp in this apartment.

The kitchen is 70′s chic:

grooovy

And did I mention this is the clock that my f-i-l gave us from the magical shed after we said we needed to buy a clock?

Oh no he didn't

Oh yes he did.

I see potential in this time warp of an apartment, I really do… considering this is the view from my kitchen window:

 

A view like that is something a city girl like me, truly appreciates.

Now bring on the garbage truck!

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Fun Birthday Fact…

Angelina Jolie and I share the same birthday, and we are both mothers to twins… except I am not in a relationship with Brad Pitt… YET.

So it’s my birthday today and I have so much to blog about.

I could go on about the teenagers who live across the street from me who sit on their porch and yell all night.

I could tell you about Soleil vs the Cat

I could tell  you about all about the 70′s kitchen decor in my new kitchen.

I just know I have lots to write about, but my father in law doesn’t believe in investing in  quick internet connection so it takes FOREVER to upload accompanying pictures.

 Anyway, I used to be a big birthday person. Not so much anymore. I don’t care much for gifts.. I’m more about flowers and balloons… oh and CAKE.

There will be LOTS of cake today.

My husband was adorable and let me sleep in this morning. That to me is the best gift. I slept until 11:30am. Which is my house is  like striking oil in your backyard.

I am 29 today, which to me is such an odd number.

I mean, your kind of like not in your 20′s anymore… but you have yet to be 30.

I am off to a family dinner tonight, and will hopefully be able to blog like I intend to.

And BTW since Heather linked to me last week, I have been getting so many new visitors to my little old blog! I am now popular by association.

 So WELCOME to my new readers, I wish I could have you all over for cake. You know, if you can make it to Israel that is.

What has been your favorite birthday?

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