Oh God, it’s horrible. I don’t think we’re going to make it home alive.
Step 1: attend Bat Mitzvah
Step 2: have cocktails
Step 3: ink
Stealth photos of The Boy on the dance floor ACTUALLY DANCING
Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Maybe the programmers at Yahoo! can figure out how to fix the Tumblr mobile app.
Look! It’s the first (very blurred) Jeff Goldblum of the season
is the perfect breakfast to have before team building
Also, people are 15 minutes late which does not bode well for my early escape.
Five inner thoughts
Trixie: Really? You’re really leaving for work now? Don’t go. Don’t go. Don’tgodon’tgodon’tgodon’tGO!
Randi: I have 4 hours of team building today. They’re feeding us lunch, what should I bring for breakfast? Eggs? Muffin?
Stomach: Cinnamon bun!
Brain: No, you have that Bat Mitzvah tomorrow and you want your dress to look as good as it can.
Feelings: Fine, I’ll have a whole wheat bagel dipped in my tears.
I was supposed to take The Girl and a friend for pedicures tonight to celebrate high honor roll* achievements. We have been sotting at Penn for over 30 minutes because it is a beautiful spring day and power lines are down-duh!
I am not at all amused.
*I didn’t make high honor roll but I’m bankrolling the expedition.
Two cans? In the office refrigerator!?!
This may be one of the most disturbing images on your dash today. I hope I don’t have any meetings this afternoon.
I never knew either of my grandfathers. My maternal grandfather died 6 months before they were married, my paternal grandfather died shortly after I was born. When I met The Mister’s grandfather, I immediately adopted him as my own. He fit the archetype with his shock of thick, white, unruly hair and an “I don’t care what you think of me” attitude.
I was fortunate to share Sunday afternoons with him for 3 years. During those visits to the nursing home the details of his life unfolded before us. His beloved wife was there too. Listening intently as he spilled his story. We had the forethought to capture a part of his story on tape.
When he was 12 or so, things became unbearable for Jews in rural Russia. His parents and his younger siblings stayed on as they urged him and his older sister to try to come to New York. He had two older sisters who had made their way to Brooklyn already. They were to join the sisters here.
The two set out and headed West, picking up small jobs along the way. They slept in barns. They made a cave their home for a winter as they watched the armies of WWI march across Poland. They were cold and hungry as well as ill-clothed. People helped them along the way, but mostly, they were shadows.
Eventually, they both made it to Antwerp where they managed to scrape together enough money to make the passage to America. These two teenagers had traversed a continent using only their cunning and wits to guide them.
Thursday Theme: A Hero’s Journey (5/16)
This week, we’re asking what led you to admire someone with our Thursday Theme. Tell the story of how someone became a hero. Or, you can just tell us what route you took to bring your sandwich home. It’s your choice.
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A mea culpa email went to over 500 people in my company apologizing for erroneous and confusing information. The email was very sincere and the sender was contrite.
He closed the email with “Sorry for the incontinence” and signed his name.
We’re still wondering if this was a temporary or chronic condition.