Borsalino hottie

Ok, I know I am always going off about the black hat community, the atrocity of the life of a black hat wife, gender inequalities ....yada yada yada...

but here is one guy in a hat that might change my mind about all that:

shaynah punim, no??

none other than kevin ( pinchas?) Federline ( Cohen?) !

back to my vaccuming and selling sheitels in the basement while my husband learns!

Arachnophobia

I know I am a little behind the times, but I just saw Spiderman the movie (part one) yesterday ( I saw it at work, lucky me for having an easy call!!!).

Although I am not into sci- fi movies that much, I really enjoyed this one because of the human aspects of the story-line. It involves the tale of a young individual's struggle to be accepted in a society where he is considered an outcast. He then becomes what might be considered "cool". He is strong, develops into quite the hunk, gets some courage, uses his powers to help people and he can climb walls quickly( all very desirable qualities in a man), yet society continues to treat him as an outcast. He is slandered by the press and his character is even treated as a classic shakespearean "tragic hero" ( think back to high school English) He has power, but with that comes responsibility, and in his case, tragic loss ( of his uncle, of his girl etc..), when he let himself be carried away with his own heroism.
The one thing in the movie that really troubled me is the ending. Finally, the girl he lusted after for years loves him back (and not his superhero self, but his quirky nerdy, glasses wearing self) yet he can't commit to a relationship with her!!!
He could only mount the courage to kiss her when he is a "superman" and would swoop in to rescue the damsel in this dress (I mean distress, sorry). Despite that he sees that she loves him for him and not his costumed alter ego, he can not bring himself to give her more than friendship- "that is all I have to give" he says in the last crushing scene. Why can't a superhero be in love, is there an unwritten rule against being happy. Finally society (or the individual) has accepted his true self, yet he can not find happiness in the ordinary life.

Maybe this is a problem in the dating world. We are all too busy walking around in our "superhero outfits" to be oursleves and to be liked for who we really are. we must not let what makes us each special, keep us seperate. Yes, reader, you ARE a superhero, but I like you better out of costume.

off off and away

SG
( super- girl???)

not so nine days kosher

Don't worry this is not a song about meat...

"the beauty of the rain" written by Dar Williams, performed by SG in front of her computer with a "very high tech" ( 1986?) tape recorder. people say I sound better in person.

all around the campfire:
http://www.hddweb.com/56503/beauty_of_rain.WMA

SG

p.s. This is a song about what is true and valuable in a relationship. I like that she calls us "umbrellas in the storm." You can play it safe inside, or you can go out, maybe get a little rained on, but in the end taking a chance in life/relationships might end up as fun as skipping puddles in the backyard.

I am so deep, I might need a ladder to find my way out :)

SG

spic and span

SG Blogfans,

You know I have no time to clean, but I am making a valiant effort to find my floor these days. and when I do, I think I might use this ( if you buy it for me):

This thing is awesome ( check it out at www.irobot.com ), you basically sit on your tuchus and scooba the little mitzvah robot does all the work, he sweeps then mops, then dries. But does he cook you dinner or call you a hot mamma? not yet.

Next in the cleaning segment of this blog ( did you ever think I would be so domesticated?):

You are not a machine, so you shouldn't be running on chemicals. Yet you are at this very instant by wearing clothes washed in harmful detergents just seeping into your skin! ( if you are reading my blog naked, I don't want to hear from such things). I found two new product lines that have made me kvell and inspired me to do 3 loads of laundry today after my 24 hour call!

here they are, available only at TARGET ( say it in a french accent my dears)

METHOD

and GOODNEST.

they are natural cleaners, smell delish and make me feel like I can stop recycling for a week since I am being so "organic"!

Now I will go hug a tree.

SG

NES MIN HASHAMAYIM!

Baruch Hashem, there are miracles in our midst!!!!

Today I was coming home post call and stopped in the kosher grocer to pick up something to eat for shabbos. when I left the store with my chumus and kugel, the gates of heaven had opened up so strongly that Noah's ark could have floated past, no one would have even blinked and eye! Visibility, less than zero, my driving skills, even on a good day- uhm, no comment. I was nervous about the weather conditions and imagined for some reason that at any moment a tree could fall!
I ran to my car, (shout out to my car, her name is Shaynah Punim, she is a good friend!) quickly got in and suddenly a pang of hunger came over me. I grabbed some of the soy chips I had just purchased and ended up eating the whole mini bag. Wow, I thought I must have been really hungry after 12 hours without food or water ( prison, aka a shift in the ER). About to attempt driving through the deluge, suddenly I get another pang of hunger, before I could take my foot off the break I reached in to the next bag of soy chips, took just one and started to proceed down the narrow street, like a crash of thunder, a roaring thud, a tree, at least 100 years old in size, breaks and falls across the road, a mere 20 feet from my car.

were it not for the strange pang of hunger for one more chip, I would have been under that tree chas v'shalom!

Baruch Hashem, to you, I owe my every last breath, as I know they are each just moments of borrowed heaven.

shabbat shalom readers, there is a greater plan.

SG

Like Superman, but without the phonebooth

Today, SG reached an all time low...

I went to the gym this evening before starting work (no applause, please, save it for when I can fit back into my clothes) and as I was getting out of the shower 15 minutes before my ER shift, I realized that I left my scrub pants in my car!!! OOPS!!!
options:
either cry, walk naked to my car, or turn to superhero tactics
yes, well, call me super SG:
I went to my car( with clothes on, thank you very much, who do you think I am?)
closed the doors,
looked around, coast was clear
and made like superman

for a small price I can sell you my technique of becoming invisible in crowded parking lots.

all in a days work!

don't try this at home kiddies

oh, and to my stalker in Astoria, sorry you missed the show, this was a once in a lifetime performance.

Edgar Allen Poe is not on Frumster

but this guy is:

he is 25 and lives in my hood.
Be scared, very scared.
Here is his "poetry" ( I am loathe to call it that)
I am glad to see he values "cookie baking" -I can't imagine other more imprtant reasons/uses for a wife.

may he find his bashert soon or his "sweet jaw" may just go hungry.


I want a girl with a holy neshama, not some premadonna,
shes gotta help me learn and grow and deflate my ego.
She can dish them out as well as take em'
and as for cookies she can bake them.
Must be from scratch or we may not be a good match.
She must have good middos, and dress tzniusly, not in speedos.
She should realize that being frum is a joy and want to spread her love of Torah to every Jewish girl and boy.
Early in the morning when I wanna stay in bed, shell inspire me to get to minyan instead.
Shell go the extra mile cause shell be an Aishes Chayil.
She should smile or I might deny her profile.
You won't frown cause I'll keep the toilet seat down.
I'm a really nice guy, I like to eat pie.
I can be a little bit goofy If I don't get it cut my hair will be poofy.
Im growing spiritually, but also want a career, in Israel I would love to spend a year.
Im spunky,little bit funky.
I would like someone who is laid back who I can chill with, I am very honest thats no myth.
I really enjoy food, I try not to be rude.
Some people have a sweet tooth I have more of a sweet jaw. Im in my second year of law school studying law.
If you are a great cook it is a big plus, we should have plenty to discuss.
I am a pretty good cook myself so if you arent I can be the teacher. Ill try not to act like a preacher.
I like traveling and have been to some pretty interesting places, and met people from all different races.
Ive been Shomer Shabbas for 5 years but I became much more frum two years ago when I was in yeshiva in Israel-o.
I view a career as a necessary means to adequately provide for my wife and kids so we can all be happy yids.
I have no intention of being married to my job. If that ever happens Ill just sob.
I am a sensitive guy with a soft spot for pets, if you dont want to go out youll have regrets. Hashkafa wise, I would consider myself to the right of modern orthodoxy. In Judaism I don't like hypocrisy.
I started wearing a black hat on Shabbas day and Friday night, I hope you are not uptight.


are you sobbing or vomiting?

SG

Champagne all around!!

Lechaim!!!!

No, sadly I am not engaged... But maybe you know someone for me? ( I can hear the voice of my mom in my head.. "Nu, 27, a gorgeous doctor, what could be the problem?")

Better news,

Today, 4AM 7/14/2006, in the ER, I had my first "champagne tap"! This does not mean I got deliriously drunk on the bubbly( though I might after my shift), rather I performed a lumbar puncture ( spinal tap- needle into the fluid that bathes the spine) and there was not a single red or white blood cell, totally clear fluid!!! aka "champagne" in color. This is a somewhat big deal. It means a "flawless technique"- ok, really just luck and a lot of help from the big man upstairs! And it means the patient is healthy- good news all around!

Sometimes when you get your first champagne tap, you get a bottle of champagne from your attending. I might get bubbles instead of bubbly, this is pediatrics after all!

Now the next reason this was so important to me is because as a resident I often feel like I walk around with a giant "kick me" sign on my back. It is easy in a place where the stakes and expectations are so high to feel completely inadequate at all times. For me, this meant my 3 attempts to do this procedure in the NICU were such great failures, I swear the babies were going to jump out of their isolettes, grab the spinal needle right out my hand and say "hey, stupid resident, even I , a little NICU baby can do this!"

I lived in fear of spinal taps

avoiding babies

refusing to drink champagne

I even considered therapy- but we know I don't even have time to do laundry!

now, may finding my husband be this easy!

SG

Where's the cat?

Last night I remembered one of the reasons why I love my job.

I was on the all night pediatric ER shift again (as I have been all month, which basically makes me an antisocial vampire, but who's complaining)
an eight year old boy comes in for high blood pressure and belly pain. I was seeing 6 patients in the ER at a time and didn't have the chance to go into my usual song and dance routine of " the neck bones connected to the...etc.."
I walked into his room ( really a curtain around a stretcher) and blurted out, OK, soon you will be having the cat-scan to see your kidneys.

the boy perks up and says:
"I love cats! But why do you need one to see these?" and points to his knees.
it took me a few seconds,
Kids-knees--> kidneys!

hah,
we got a good laugh.

and if you are wondering, his kidneys looked OK. We gave him some Vasotec and sent him to outpatient cardiology and nephrology.

P.S.
on a side note, his parents were just so thankful, which btw, doesn't happen that often. Back in the old day, doctors were appreciated.
Readers if you are pleased with your doctor, tell them sometimes. They could use a little TLC too.

SG

so tell me what you want what you really really want...

I'll tell you what I want
what I really really want!
I wanna a
wanna a
wann a
wann a
I really really really wanna be a yid yid!

( in the immortal words of the spice girls)



And here she is our wannabee Jewess, POSH SPICE!!! Click on the picture, her tattoo says "ani lidodi v'lidodi li!" I knew one day everyone would want to be as cool as us Yids..

but any Jewish mother would tell her:

1. What, a tattoo???? such a shanda! you think you're gonna get into shamayim that way?

2. what were you thinking dating a sports star, what, you couldn't find a doctor???

3. You could use to eat something, nu, maybe some chicken soup? some brisket? maybe the whole ganza cow? does your husband like to go to bed with pillows and soft blankets or does he sleep with a cardboard box?

shavuah tov to the yids and the wanabees!

v'hayu letotafot!

You heard it here first!

Throw out that kabbalah bracelet, stop guzzling kabbalah water, the newest fashion accessory is:
TEFILLIN SHEL YAD!!!
Kelly (Chana) Clarksonitsky is showing off her Jewish pride (and some other stuff) here at her concert last week.

p.s. is her bubby missing her antique lace shabbos tablecloth?

excuse me I am off to "Rashi's Daughters" department store on Main street to get my own tefillin bracelets