HAPPY NEW YEAR Y'ALL

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

L'Shana Tova if you are Jewish -

And if you aren't, we Jews would like to share our New Year with you - because at this time, I'm thinking we all need a fresh beginning, a couple resolutions, and a cocktail.

Our little foursome and a few hundred other Jews gathered at Moonlight Beach here in Encinitas for an evening service. It's such a great event - we go every year. It's called Tashlich (tosh-LEEK) and it's that point where you get to symbolically cast away all your sins from the past year, cleansing yourself to enter the new one. Here in San Diego, we use breadcrumbs to symbolize the sins and throw them into the ocean. Cuz that's dramatic. And also, a legitimate excuse to go to the beach with your friends during the week.

Here's a little bit of the text from the service. I think if you're a part of any religion - or no religion at all - it has ideas that resonate so true with our state as a nation and on this planet. And depending on your faith, that's either uncanny coincidence or a little bit o' God talking.

Let us cast away the sin of deception, so that we will mislead no one in word or deed, nor pretend to be what we are not.

Let us cast away the sin of vain ambition which prompts us to strive for goals which bring neither true fulfillment nor genuine contentment.

Let us cast away the sin of stubbornness, so that we will neither persist in foolish habits nor fail to acknowledge our will to change.

Let us cast away the sin of envy, so that we will neither be consumed by desire for what we lack nor grow unmindful of the blessings which are already ours.

Let us cast away the sin of selfishness, which keeps us from enriching our lives through wider concerns, and greater sharing, and from reaching out in love to other human beings.

Let us cast away the sin of indifference, so that we may be sensitive to the sufferings of others and responsive to the needs of our people everywhere.

EARLY SIGNS

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Note that it is NOT my goal in life to have my kids follow in my footsteps professionally. I have comforted myself by believing that this relatively meaningless profession is allowing me to support my kids and foster in them a nature of giving such that they will grow up to join the Peace Corps and run soup kitchens...

I am NOT purposefully spawning advertising executives. But I have to say, I might be.

Testing Sarah on her science facts tonight - test is coming on Wednesday, of course, the day after a major Jewish holiday that involved food and frolic.

"OK tell me how volcanoes form in the middle of the ocean."

"So like in plate techtonics there's this thing called divergent boundaries? Like in the middle of the ocean, two oceanic plates pull apart and then magma comes up to fill in the space. But magma is hot and so it's less dense than the ocean water and so sometimes a VIOLENT EXPLOSION occurs and it might have led to the DEMISE OF THE DINOSAURS!!!!

"Also Mom. Look. Here's a picture of volcanic eruptions. Don't you think the ash clouds look like 2 moose? Look here are the antlers and there's its chin thingie."

Sigh.

THE GREAT EDELMAN BAILOUT

Saturday, September 27, 2008

You know I usually keep my political views off the blog. Because I love each and every one of you regardless of your beliefs, and plus they really aren't the topic of this particular site.

But yesterday I have to say I was more disturbed by the $700 billion Wall Street bailout progress than I was by the election debates. Which is saying something...

The disturbing part of the bailout is not the idea of bailing something out. Though at the core that's also disturbing. In my 20s, I spent too much money when I first started working. Bad budgeting. Did I expect the government to bail me out? Or even my parents? Nope I bailed myself out. It took a few years and some very painful phone conversations, but I did it.

Regardless, I realize that others have always depended on the kindness of strangers, as Blanche so famously said. So I'm never surprised when this talk of bailing out starts up.

In this case, the government is going to find a way to get us some $700 bn further in debt so that Wall Street can be bailed out. Why is this? Well, you can watch CNN and read the Financial Times if you really want to know. I am a human behaviorist - at least for pop culture - for a living, and I believe it's because the demographic of our fine government is a bunch of old white dudes who, like me, cringe when they open up their retirement fund reports. If Wall Street takes a dive, they're retiring poor.

As well, the dudes on Wall Street are like, their best friends? And of the people in the world whom you don't personally want to see suffer, best friends are up there. They've probably been to parties in the Hamptons where their best friends are lamenting the state of things, serving downgraded caviar, and giving pleading puppy dog eyes for help. And who can resist that?

You might be thinking - well, once Wall Street is bailed out they're gonna save our bacon! Those companies are going to revive the economy and make the 401Ks look a whole lot better. Sigh. Still retiring at 65 and that was a close one. I would like to dissent and say I don't think this is going to happen. I think they are all going to dress up in their tuxes on Dec. 31 and give each other an annual bonus and you'll be back up 10% - but not near making up the 40% you're down.

So the government is stepping out on a limb and rescuing its friends. Buy stock in fractional jet companies because that's where the money's going to go.

Meanwhile, everything out of the microcosm of those very wealthy individuals is way out of whack. The average person can't really afford the average tank of gas to get to the average job. This ain't right. We can no longer afford gas, health care, education, and shelter. Um - ok I hate to bring up my job again - but can you say Maslow's hierarchy? If you're worried about your basic needs, you are hobbled in nearly everything else.



Oh wait you say - we were already bailed out! Remember those economic stimulus checks back in the spring? I forget how much that was. $600? That was a $45 bn package from Uncle Sam. So the Maslow's Needs dwellers got less than 10% of what the government is now willing to do for Wall Street and the caviar plan.

I suppose it's our fault because we didn't take the $600 and buy stock - we looked at it and said, hm what can one actually do with $600? Paid the electric bill and bought an ipod.

I'm not angry - I just want a solution. That's what I tell my kids when they bring home a bad test paper. And that's what I will tell these kids.

Here's one solution. I'll go for the Wall Street bailout if they get the corporate equivalent of $600 each. And they have to apply for it and wait like everyone else did.

But actually I have a better solution. Because that first one isn't going to work - because the $600 didn't work for the American people either. So why do something that isn't going to work? That's dorky. We might as well declare National YouTube Day and sit home and watch consumer generated videos - that won't work either, but it's really a whole hell of a lot of fun. (at least the first 20 minutes)

OK here's the idea. We do the freakin bailout. The government wants to spend $700 bn we don't have. Great let's spend it. We'll go halfsies with them. They can spend $350 bn, and we get to spend the rest. With about 301 million people living in this great country of ours, that means we each and every one of us get to decide where about $1200 goes.

The government can give us a list of choices and check boxes. I'm good with that. Long as we get the typical write-in slot.

This way you can send the dollars to the places you feel will most improve your life if they're fixed. Wall Street might have to fend for itself in the face of places you feel impact society.

I'm sure you see the flaws in my plan. I'm sure you see merits and could even make it better.

Well however it works, after you give the government its marching orders, you have to sign up for a volunteer effort. 74% of Americans reportedly volunteer already. But I don't mean volunteering at the school bake sale, important though that may be - I mean volunteer for someone less fortunate than yourself. It doesn't have to be a big deal. Make a sandwich for a homeless guy if that's all you can do.

Because no matter how bad it is, it can always be worse, and you know it. You're reading this on a computer, after all. Probably the computer cost more than the $1200 fictional bucks I just gave you to save the world.

And if we had a country full of people who were making sandwiches for homeless people, we would not be in the shape we're in today - which is a country full of people who know more about what's on YouTube than what's involved in a $700 bn bailout of financial institutions.

OK. I'm done.

COLD & ACHY

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Spent 4 hours in the ice rink today. Coldest place in San Diego. There were people there in puffy ski coats. Brrrr.

I have a sore throat.

Sarah had to be submerged in hot water and given lots of liquids to drink - she had some pretty nice sore muscles after working with her new coach! Time to get some stretching figured out.

Becca is the only one who seems unscathed by the whole experience.

JUSTIN FOR PRESIDENT, BRITNEY FOR VP

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

I bet you thought I meant Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears should run for office in this wonderful country - oh no my friend. (though apparently they are nearly qualified)

The grade school is having student council elections. There are wonderful posters all over the school telling what each candidate intends to do for the school if elected. They have wide-ranging platforms such as:

  • have more fun
  • raise more money
  • support the school's values
  • give back to the community
  • make the school more environmentally friendly
Driving away from the school, I passed lawn signs for Obama and McCain. And I think they can learn something from Justin and Britney. Here's what I think the candidates should seriously consider employing.

MORE GLITTER. There is no glitter on any of the campaign posters for Obama nor McCain. I believe this is a big mistake. Glitter is eye-catching and if someone has used glitter, you know they took the time to personally make sure the sign is its very glammiest.

BIG PHOTOS OF YOURSELF IN THE 5TH GRADE. Justin and Britney are cute, bright-eyed, and full of the promise of tomorrow. I think photos of Obama and McCain as 5th graders would be very inspiring (though, I am not sure color photography was invented yet when McCain was a kid).

THE HAVE FUN PLATFORM. Does anyone REALLY think these guys are going to help the economy, inspire world peace, or save the planet? OK you don't have to admit it to out loud, but at least to yourself. In lieu of these important jobs that we desperately need done - I do think they can promise to have more fun. There should be more balloon animals and fuzzy pens. I think McCain could corn braid his hair, for example. And Obama could declare cross dressing day or something. You know! Fun!

FARTY FAR

Friday, September 12, 2008

So today, I turn 44. Or as they say in St. Louie, Farty Far.

I got a bluetooth earpiece, some shopping money, a necklace my mom made for me, earrings from my mother-in-law, and a book on Picasso's dachshund named Lump. And took part of the day off to spend with Don, who is now BACK.

I really don't need anything. (Well, except perhaps the earpiece.) As I sit here typing this, I am exactly where I'm supposed to be. I have a good husband and sweet little girls. Other relatives we love who love us. Great health, an exciting job, a caring business partner. Landscaping. My own side of the closet. Aside from the fear that we don't have anyone qualified to run the joint, America is pretty cool as a place to live. California hasn't fallen into the ocean nor burned to a crisp, and San Diego is a ridiculously gorgeous place to live. We have friends. And an abundance of choice in nearly everything.

I wonder what the next farty far years will bring. Funny, I don't have huge ambitious change that I'm hoping for. I'm really hoping to be blessed with more of the same. Cuz nothing's really missing.

I hope to be lighter, I suppose - physically, and emotionally. I believe I take everything too seriously. I think that probably sounds odd to you, as I can find the humor in just about everything - but I work waaaay too hard. Not just at work, at everything. For example, I'm helping Sarah's class with the reading program. I have to make a poster to help the kids keep track of how many minutes they read. Do you think I just slapped up the reading list on a posterboard? No. Had to have a THEME. You don't want to know. Really.

I hope to defy gravity better than I am right now. Checking into Wonder Bra.

I hope to give back more. The more I give back, the more I realize there's more to do. The more satisfied I become, the more it becomes apparent that the great bulk of people really are not.

I hope to become a better friend. Right now I'm a good employee, a good mom. Maybe not so good of a friend, a companion.

In this vein, I hope for a 36 hour day. Just for me. Everyone else has to stay on 24 or the extra 12 does not really allow me to get ahead.

I hope to kill off the wish for a 36 hour day (see: work too hard.)

I hope to learn even more about myself.

I hope to live long enough to become a burden to my children. For like, 2 weeks, and that's all.

I hope to allow life to surprise me more.

Sarah said her friends kept track and she laughed 62 times on Tuesday. I hope to emulate her.

I hope to always have hopes and not just needs.

SINGLE PARENTHOOD

Tuesday, September 09, 2008

So Don is not here. He's in Chicago visiting with our family, friends, and old neighbors.

Kind of a mini-vacation. Needed. Cuz it's hard to be with the little people all the time with a wife who works 60 hours a week.

It took some orchestrating. I'm working till around 1:45 p.m. and then I go and get the kids. There's always something or other after school, it seems - piano lesson or Hebrew school or the tutor's coming - then we have to organize the homework. Snack pet care phone calls lists backpacks mail laundry dinner cleanup bath reading - and inevitably remembering SOME homework thing that never got written down nor communicated to ANYONE except for NOW AT 9 P.M. THE DAY BEFORE... so then there's The Speech which is sort of illogical and also doesn't seem to work but still... what do you think, I'm going to come to college with you and organize your work??? You have to figure this out!!!

Then they're in bed and I get back to work!

I don't really see how single parents do it. I suppose they do it differently. There is no Hebrew school or piano - there's aftercare programs at school. There is a much later late night - because going through the backpack can't start till 6.

I did get ambitious (because I NEVER EVER really know my limits) and cleaned out the toy closets again. And picked this week to declare war on TV. So we're living like Pilgrims over here. Well, maybe not Pilgrims. The Amish? Yeah the Amish. Because we have shunned the outside world and have made purses.

Archie is acting damned weird. I think he is feeling the loss of the "alpha dog" and is stepping in where Don left off. Which means he's BARKING A LOT and patrolling the border constantly - boy is it annoying.

There are also the little things. For example, I can't watch crime dramas - they freak me out too much without Don around.

Appreciating what I have. Needing a massage.

HANG 4

Sunday, September 07, 2008

(4 paws, that is)

Only in California - right? I can't really even walk without tripping. And yet there are dogs that are able to surf. And they were pretty good! Meaning several were surfing at one time and they were able to not only stay up, but kind of steer so they didn't hit each other! Gnarly, dude.

I took the girls to Del Mar Dog Beach to watch this competition, a charitable event for an animal shelter near here. Oh yeah it was so California. Not only were there surfing dogs, but it was so laid back. Other people brought their nonsurfer dogs so there were dogs running all over the beach. There was also a doggie costume competition. Judged by some chick who won a surfing competition on MTV and another gal who looked like she had spent my annual salary on plastic surgery and hosts a show on E!

The girls enjoyed some all-natural smoothies with wheat grass. And we think sometimes we are very, very far away from Chicago.

SARAH PART 2

Saturday, September 06, 2008

Went to the pediatrician with Sarah. She hasn't been in 2 years - after age 9 they only have to go every 2 years for well kid checkups now.

The doc politely informed us that Sarah COULD GET HER PERIOD AT ANY MINUTE - holy hell - based on how she's developing.

She officially needs a bra and apparently a handout on physical and emotional changes.

We went bra shopping. We ended up purchasing 2 Puberty Denial bras (white sports bras with no semblance of support) after much finger-pointing and crying (on both sides).

She won't use deodorant. She won't read the handout.

It's possible she's looking forward to this change even less than I am.

Meanwhile there was a 6th grade dance and I found out AFTER the fact! When I asked Sarah about it she said - they're usually just for the popular girls and middle school kids crash it and Things Go On that she doesn't like. (not sure what Things this could be with the number of chaperons, but still...)

I'm raising... The Church Lady? Not that I mind. She's a very sweet person. With 2 bras she won't wear. Sigh.

WINTER SPORTS

Thursday, September 04, 2008

I have been spending my Saturdays at the ice skating rink.

Yes, you read that right. We moved to San Diego. SAN. DIEGO. It's sunny, like, 300+ days a year. There are 70 miles of beach. Some of which is 10 minutes from our house.

There are 2 ice skating rinks and both are far, far away.

Sarah has adopted ice skating as her sport of choice now. She was at a bit of a loss when we moved from Chicago and found there were no rhythmic gymnastic programs to be had. Because you can be outside year-round here, it's not as critical as it is in the Midwest for a kid to have "a sport" for sheer exercise purposes. The kids ride their bikes and scooters and go to the park and run around - still, Sarah missed having something she could call her own.

She found she was good at ice skating in camp and kept begging us to take her to the rink - and lo and behold, she actually IS good at it. It seems to require the same combination of grace and athleticism that rhythmics requires - only you don't have to throw shit up in the air and catch it while forming the letter Q with your body. (Which is hard. Not that ice skating isn't hard. But there's just not that much to keep track of unless you're doing couples and have to throw a PERSON in the air.)

So Sarah takes lessons every Saturday now and is begging me for a personal coach. Bah I guess we'll see. Of course with Sarah taking lessons, Becca wants to take lessons too. (She's not as talented, but doesnt' really mind falling a lot, so what's the difference.) And it's far. (did I mention?) So you leave the house at 11 and don't return till 3. There goes Saturday!



FIRST GRADE FUN

Monday, September 01, 2008


I think Becca is having a fantastic time in the 1st grade. Look at her printing! I think I can't print that well. And she is bringing the most hilarious drawings home - the kids have to draw depictions of different words they're learning. I love her connection of the shower to the ocean - must be learnings from Finding Nemo...