Thursday, April 28, 2011

Yesterday I was driving home and what did I see on the entrance ramp to the highway?

A) Dead deer
B) Scary Clown
C) Ginormous dildo

If you picked the sex toy, you would be right.

Then, I saw this on damnyouautocorrect:

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Cake Pop

How can you tell a quality individual? They know how to put cake on a stick. Jazzergirl brought in cake pops - chocolatey fabulousness. (And look at her cool nail color!)

Friday, April 22, 2011

Shared Brain Trust

I think of Heidi as the best kind of family - funny, sane, and permanent.

I told her about the paper roasted shankbone on my mom's seder plate and look what she showed me from her seder plate......

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Lo! This is the Bread of Affliction.

Pesach, 5771 aka 2011. My mom made a fake seder where we read a few passages from the hagaddah, including, of course, the description of the seder plate:

Where is the roasted shank bone?


Friday, April 15, 2011

Nut Cracker

Do not ef with my mom.

This was taken in February when she still had hair. But do not let her current baldness fool you. She won't hesitate to use this. And if you don't have 'nads, she will beat you with it.

But seriously, her tenacity is astonishing. She has been fighing for two years, and like others in her situation, she gets up every morning and subjects herself to chemo, needles, scans, medication, medication to quell the side effects of the first medication...

Cancer and Karate have a lot in common, except that "Karate begins and ends with respect." Cancer? Definitely not.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Sunset in Jackson Heights

Shout out to my writing group.

I keep finding that the song lyric "what good's a place to stand up, without a place to fall" applies to so many places in my life. It is nice to have a dojo and a writing community where I can try new things with varying results - good, bad, other. In these two places, my teachers and peers offer criticicsm with honesty and integrity. Gracias!

Thursday, April 7, 2011


View from Alvez' window with 4 of my favorite peeps behind me.

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Three Hands

At the Brooklyn Museum last night I saw this and it just looked strange. why would he rather hold his own thumb than her hand?

Friday, April 1, 2011

Not Minor, Miner!

Jazzergirl is leaving for Argentina and I asked her to go next door and bring me home a miner. Yesterday she asked for clarification: a minor, or a miner? Ay carajo!