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The sign-up for this tribute was closed when I attempted it this morning. I first read about it at TRUTH IS FREEDOM. If you go there, Brian has all the relative links to the original project site. It is a wonderful idea that I would have liked to have included myself as part of, but I've read some beautiful tributes this past weekend (Brian has written an especially nice one). Bloggers have signed up to write tributes to those who were lost on that day. It is nice to see their individual lives memorialized.

September 11, 2001 - 9/11 - truly a date that will live on in infamy. As is customary on national holidays and as many did in the immediate aftermath of this tragedy, I am flying my country's flag in honor of those lost on that day.

But what a beautiful day it started off as. I was 7 months pregnant at that time and was commuting to work in Manhattan. I would take the QM12 Express Bus into the city on the days that I worked (I was always off on Friday). This day as many will remember was just a gorgeous September Day - the bluest of blue skies greeted me that morning. The bus ride was no different than other days - the bus making time in the bus lane on the Long Island Expressway (LIE)to the Queens Midtown Tunnel. Between Julian kicking madly in my uterus while I would try to read a book, I would look out the window at the city skyline and just ruminate about life with my hand reassuring Julian that he would be here soon. Then we entered the tunnel and it took us a long time to get through. Too long - what's going on?

We got out of the tunnel at very close to 9:00 and there were sirens screaming through the air. Police cars, fire engines speeding by. The unmarked official black vehicles. People were on cell phones on the bus with reports streaming in that a "commuter plane" had hit into the World Trade Center. As we crossed 34th Street and looked downtown, there was the thick billow of black smoke pouring out of the Trade Center. By the time I was walking to my office, people were out near cars, gathered near delivery trucks listening to radios - the second tower had been hit. By the time that I got to my office, I just sat in my chair dazed listening to the news on the radio. Some of my coworkers went downstairs to watch news on television, but I just sat there at my desk. I desperately tried contacting my best friend in life who works in the World Financial Center, to no avail. Thankfully by afternoon, I talked to her and she was okay and coming to meet me. My experience of that day was different than hers, I did not see things first hand. She saw workers plummeting to their deaths from her office building. When I met her, she was shellshocked.

I know I changed on that day along with millions of other people. I became more patriotic then and I remain so proud of this country now. Because I know when you say America it does mean a country of freedom, caring and helping those in need, despite what others would want the world to believe. I know that because that is who I am and I am an American and these were values that I grew up with and impart to my children.

My heart weeps for those who lost someone on that day. We must always remember - never forget.

This post is in honor of our fellow human beings who were lost on that tragic date. May their memories all be a blessing to those they left behind.

Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone!

Alright breathe deeply. It's only the first week of school and I have a meme due, emails to answer, no posts within spitting distance. That's not to mention all the things I was going to "catch up on". I felt as if I were the one in school here for a brief moment. Actually I am. Each September the knot in my stomach is reawakened by the knowledge that the dreaded procrastination gene is embedded in my children's' DNA.

Well Julian, he is just busy hosting tea parties in his new class - no homework yet. Kindergarten. But it's coming, oh yes it's coming. The good news is that he's settling in nicely to his new school and role as lower gradesman. He is already making a name for himself. That's my little mayor. Tali starts school tomorrow. She, on the other hand, had a homework packet over the summer of which she seemed to neglect a few unfinished details, say like - writing a story! With a bit of divine intervention FOUND HERE and some writer's cramp on Tali's part, the packet is complete.

And since the bus service is not in place yet for Little Miss Can't Be Wrong (you remember the Spin Doctors), I will be schlepping into Manhattan with her at 7:00 am. Scissors will get Julian to school.

And so goes week #2 of my vacation. So if I have not responded to emails or commented at your blogs, you are all never far from my heart.

Now then, if you'd like to sign up for Homework Helpers, please do so in the comments section. If you have a particular subject you'd like to volunteer for, please indicate that there.

I'd also like to recognize Icy of TOM AND ICY fame as inspiration in Tali's last story due for school - tomorrow. Tali enjoys following Icy's adventures out in the yard, (as do I) and so named the dog in her story Icy.

The good news may just be that I'll be back in work next week.

A Tropical Depression?

We're home.

Survived Ernesto. Well no big deal he was only a tropical depression - downgraded from a tropical storm. And a blackout.

Yesterday was our last full day of vacation. Call us weird. Okay, got that out of the way early, but I don't really care if it's sunny and 80. I mean it's nice and all but I just like to be on vacation at the beach. We were in Montauk. It is another place and time. Even sitting in the hotel room, you stare across the road at the ocean. And it was angry this week. Looking at it, I felt calm. I always do. So back to yesterday, Scissors said that he was going to take Julian for a walk into town (our secret weapon to tire him out which only tires us out it seems). As I write about this, the following song pops into my head:

Cakewalk Into Town by Taj Mahal

I had the blues so bad one time
It put my face in a permanent frown
You know I'm feeling so much better
I could cakewalk into town.

I love the blues - for perfect little choruses like that.

So while the boys cakewalked, the girls painted rocks. This was after we had been out for the day and it was sort of misty throughout. It was nice though. It was a stop and drive day. Ooh art show - today only. Stop - view - chat - drive. Ooh Scenic Overlook. Stop - look at map - run down hiking trail with Julian stop make our way back drive. Make it out to Lighthouse stop climb up steps ooh pictures climb down steps go down to beach stop. Admire the fury of the waters which are in such an exaggerated form today. The wind actually knocked Tali over. Hey she just wanted to feel the seafoam. Back to car regroup have quick snack drive. Scissors has in his head fish and chips drive go down by piers stop find a good place stop go in for fish and chips Drive. And that was our day. That's perfection for me - no schedule.

After some rock painting, Tali and I decide to watch a movie. I'm dozing off when pft - the television goes off. I wake up and the lights have gone out as well! We try them and look outside - lights out! Daddy and Julian!!! And it's raining! Hurry get shoes on and run out to car to go look for them. As Tali and I drive down Old Montauk Highway, here they come cakewalking back from town! Laughing along, not a care in the world! Pull over and haul the stragglers in.

We drive back towards town and lights back on! Scissors wanted to get Julian a souvenir sweatshirt and so we go to one of the shops. Long story short, lights go back out, we get the sweatshirt and when we get back to our room Scissors has "accidentally" shoplifted a pair of sunglasses that Julian had on. They were sort of Elton Johnish - kind of rosy with gemstones. He took them away from Julian and stuck them in his pocket to put back onto the rack (seems suspect I know unless you know Scissors - then it makes perfect sense) when the lights went out and it was black, except for the glow-in-the-dark dinosaur on the tee shirt on the wall. The store staff rescued us with a flashlight and led us to safety.

All in time for us to go home and finish painting rocks by tealight. You tell me the last time you did that on vacation!

Missed you all, feeling a bit rusty but it's good to be home.

TTFN!

Be back for Labor Day! Miss you all allready. Remember. take in mail, water plants...ah who cares!?

I'm on vacation!

Hasta la vista!

SHOWTIME!

GET YOUR TICKETS HERE: MOVIEPHONE

Sar, is there any significance in this being post #47? Another nifty link courtesy of PAVEL

You didn't think I'd leave without leaving one last little shred of shameless self-promotion behind, did you? I'll be gone (unless I get to check in) for the rest of the week. Now I leave this esteemed caption contest and switch into Zen mode to welcome the ocean's calming waves.

See you all when I get back.

Watch over my little place here. Don't want squatters to take over. I heard that - yeah, they may do a better job, but are they offering free popcorn?

I didn't think so.

xox

VACATION

Beach chairs check. Beach umbrella check. Camera. Check.

See Scissors I've got a list. Right here, (yeah I got yer list). Every year, it's the same thing. I'm going to be prepared. Holy sunblock Batman! Where did the past two weeks go? See I'm not in panic mode because I do believe we pretty much have everything we need - now we just need it in the "good to go" mode. As in packed. He's so efficient about packing but that's basically because he pretty much travels with a hobo's hanky tied on a stick and he's ready for vacation. Yet he always has the right things to wear when he needs them. Seasoned traveler. Me? Overpacker. I have gotten much better, but still.

I am jealous of that ability to go somewhere without worrying about covering all bases. I schlep snacks/water/toys/first aid when we go to the local playground. What's that kids? Special pillows, fuzzy pink blanky - yeah sure shove them in the backseat.

We roll out tomorrow morning. If you want to join us, now's the time to come over because we'll be leaving early. I swear. As soon as I find the thingey to the watchamacallit - camera related items. Ah Scissors will get that.

Water. Check. Kids - of course, they're on my list somewhere! See - right after the toothpaste!

Sun? Can't find it, but I know it's here somewhere.

Did you just see a snowflake?

IF IT'S AUGUST, IT MUST BE SNOWING SOMEWHERE!


Now don't be impatient to catch any old flake, wait for the one marked "yours"!



The writer gratefully acknowledges PAVEL'S WEATHER FORECAST for this snowflake.

Do you come seeking your fortune?

Your Fortune Is

A bird in the hand is safer than one overhead.

The Wacky Fortune Cookie Generator

I got this from SAR'S PLACE, so I hope she won't mind that I've decided to offer my visitors a fortune cookie after their dinner (please feel free to stay, we make plenty).

I know this pales in comparison to the wise and wonderful words of the DALAI BOBO, and may not be very Zen like, but if nothing else they are practical.

And who can't use a dose of fortune and practicality all rolled into one I ask?

It Was 90 Days Ago Today

G enters blog which for the purpose of today's post looks like an empty dance studio. Cues music - Bill Medley and Jennifer Warnes and fade in..."Well I've had the time of my life. No I've never felt this way before, Yeah I swear it's the truth and I owe it all to y-" scraaatch - arm getting dragged across record. STOP! People have no idea what the heck is going on here! Today is three months since my first post hit the streets. For those of you not here for the WELCOMEtake a look, scroll down to the beginning. How could there have been a time when you all weren't here?




I must say, it is hard to believe the friends that I've made over the past three months. Wow, only three months - and all this could be yours, with monthly installments of $9.99 and if you act now, we'll give you a second blog free!

"Hell with winnebagos, we're giving them away". Okay, that's my contest, first to name what song that's from, gets...to vote for me at SAR'S today and tomorrow. Or tomorrow, or, not "and tomorrow".

I have documented why I started blogging - just to write and find my voice. I have indicated frustration along the way. Come on, what worth having or finding in life is easy? Please tell me nothing, otherwise, I'll wonder why things don't always feel so easy for me. I'm not whining, just musing. There is a vast difference. Just don't ask me to explain it.

Music cues back up..."You're the one thing I can't get enough of, I tell you something. This must be love because I've had..." G sashays across studio!

Nobody puts baby in a corner!

We got a 402 in progress...

It was an evening like any other in the Lampshade Household. The kids each had reasons why they ate their dinner a little earlier and so for Julian after a full day in his underpants and no accidents, he decided that enough was enough. After cleaning him up, into the bathtub he went. Tali decided she wanted to take a shower and so went downstairs for same.

Which left Scissors and I to have dinner as the two of them luxuriated on their respective lilly pads. The two of us - no kids at the table.

That is until I heard, "MOMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY!!!!!!" which caused me to drop my fork and go sprinting downstairs to a locked bathroom door. Jiggle handle - "Tali, what's the matter?!" Horrified sobbing response:

T: "There's a spider outside the shower door".
M: "Okay, open the door and let me in."
T: "If I do that, he'll jump on me."
M: "Tali, spiders don't jump. Open the door quickly and just hit the handle of the door."
T: "It jumps, I saw it jump!"
M: "Open the door, Tali, I can't help you from out here."
T: "This is why I want you to take a shower with me."
M: "Open the door Tali, you can do it."

Parental Unit 1 calls for backup to Parental Unit 2 who joins me. "We got a kid frozen in fear in the shower, spider spotted on premises, *crackle* request backup."

D: "Tali open the door, it's Daddy, I'll get whatever it is.
T: "I caaaan't - I'm afraid".

I get kicked upstairs - 10 minutes elapse. Daughter still holed up in shower. I go back downstairs. Tali pleads, "Go outside and throw something in the window at it to get rid of it." I'm desperate enough for it to make sense. I go outside, open the screen (yes dear readers, this is the city so there are of course some bars (nice looking ornamental) but yes bars on the window which would prevent anyone from climbing in a tiny window that maybe a Bratz doll would fit through anyway. I can however, reach through and open the screen and for once be happy that there is a nurf football on the windowsill (?) okay. I pelt it in the direction of the offender.

M: "Tali, is it there?"
T: "It's not moving, it's dead.
M: "Okay I'm coming in - open the door."
T: "It's not deeeaaaadd, throw some other things"

Alright, three clothespins and a large wooden dreidl later (which again I am only too happy to have on hand to pelt but do wonder why we would need a dreidl in August in the backyard), the offender has moved, but not enough to satisfy Tali. A few Ello design pieces of Tali's shoved under the door and the offender has moved away from the shower door. Whereby I talk Tali off the ledge and the lever clicks downward allowing me to gallantly burst in with toilet paper in hand, drop on the floor, move things around and find a...grasshopper! Well now that would account for the jumping!

Animal rights activists may want to leave the room now. I smashed him up in the toilet paper and flushed him to his watery resting place. I turned to Tali who had injured herself in the shear terror of the moment and had blood on her side from digging her nails in. As I wrapped her up and said "There there, it's okay, Mommy's here, it's gone." Tali, no longer crying but needing to have someone to blame for this horror, glared "I told you that you should take a shower with me".

And so up we went to get her ready for the cooldown with the weaponry from the attack still lying on the floor.

Why couldn't she just have inherited my eye color?

Sir Edmund Hillary of Queens

I was about to post some Urban Blight when my server went all "I'm scared of that" on me. So instead I bring you my very own Sir Edmund Hillary ascending the Hillary Step.

Actually, this is a small rock climbing wall in one of the local parks - Juniper Valley Park. This is excellent for Julian as he has difficulty with hand eye coordination and this sort of forces that concentration necessary to ascend the "summit". He is so proud of himself when he makes it to the top and often does so without anyone helping him. There was another great picture of Tali and Julian together, but as it turned out I videod instead of photoed and apparently I haven't advanced that far in my mucking about.

Goes back into her bag of tricks (sound of pots/pans digital cameras being flung about), how about a 75% of the fam pic? Tired, but willing to soldier on for ice cream:

Where am I? Why documenting this urban existence.

Technical difficulties with the date, but we're getting there. I must send out thanks to all for the encouragement, but it was my dear little nonchalant GOOD GIRL, yes GG who tossed off the idea to just start shoving things into slots in the computer. Something like that. Sound technical advice as it turns out. Somewhere in Tennessee, SUPER NERD is tossing in his sleep.

So thank you GG. For helping me to post and keeping me one day further from actually reading a manual.

Technology, you're killing me!

Ahh those were simpler times. May 2006. My first blog post. So young so innocent. Fast forward to the present day. That's right - my three month anniversary coming up right about now. I'll have to set flowers next to the computer.

I took a few fun/interesting pictures that would make a great backdrop for a post right about now. Where are they? Don't break your mouse trying to select on some unseen link that I've messed up. They're stored safely in my digital camera. That's right - the one that we were last on the block to get. I won it at the "Company Picnic" about a year ago. Nothing fancy, but now that I'd like to pull all the pieces together, I can't find the software install disk for my PC and the USB thingey. *^%$*



They were lovely pictures of urban blight, rock climbing and just another day in the Lampshade Family.

How I spent my summer vacation.

Want to hear a fairy tale?

Then go here: TALES FROM JERUSALEM NEW YORK.

It is an enchanting tale of a princess and a dragon. Hope that you enjoy it. I know I did!

Doing it Every Day - Addendum

I started this as a return comment to yesterday's post and it got a little lengthy, so in my head it made sense to go for the extra credit points of a post. Simmer down - the points are self awarded!

You'll please pardon my broader rather than individual response to yesterday's post. I did want to thank you for coming by for visits, reading and even liking my writing. I must say it is encouraging. Really, I thank all who took the time to comment, I so appreciate the various viewpoints and feelings that my posts provoke.

I think Minka got at the crux of where I was going though, this is a creative discipline that may just be necessary. Self imposed,not borne of external expectations. And I'd have to thank Pia for her advice as well because she's been down this path for some time; her advice makes sense and she knows, it seems, exactly the struggle I am alluding to. That of balance and writing for writing's sake. I'll point out that both Minka and Pia (like myself) are Cancerians. Hmmmm.

My every day requim is basically to force myself into creative mode. It is a discipline that I have heard recommended by the real professionals. But I don't need to publish every day, I can write on my own as well - as Pia pointed out. Do you get better at roller skating by doing it once a week? You're probably able to get up and get around on them, but you might also like to be able to skate backwards. As I write, I can pay attention to the important grammatical and technical side of sentence construction, the latter I may be just a tad sloppy at and the former, well my basics are good. Work is needed.

I enjoy the social aspect of blogging as well but as I: 1) work pretty much full time 2) have two children who would like some attention 3) have a husband - hey what about me says Scissors. I did this to start writing not necessarily reading. I realize that last comment sounds insulting, but pleae it is not intended as such. That's the problem - you're all so enjoyable, I need to be able to manage it better. That's where it gets tricky.

Hey, it's a procees. I'm learning. But I'm enjoying every step of the way.

Speaking of Steps Neva, when does our Tuesday meeting start?

Should I do it every day?

Write that is! Nasty little so-and-sos!

Although still within the probationary period, I am fast becoming a blog veteran. Ask Doug, we grow so quickly. And call me observant, but it seems a number of blogs that I jump around to, write every day! This anvil fell on my head today as I looked at a couple of non-regulars. There was a theme emerging - one post followed the next, in chronological order. Now I have not really been disciplined in doing so. I write a post here, put a picture there and voila - I have myself a post on average, oh every three days! Just when I think I'm doing well - I come across the overachiever crowd - the professionals.

It makes sense though. Get in the habit of writing. Develop your voice. Two of the reasons I started blogging. Really work at it. Oops, shouldn't have typed that... Work!? This was supposed to be fun. Well it is. You're tricking me. You can have fun and learn! I'm getting nervous. I'll have to think, have fun, this introduces a whole new dimension. Well how about if you just write and don't think of it at all? You remember that book, The Artist's Way? Yeah more trickery. I think I sold it in that garage sale. Maybe I shouldn't have. How long did you do those "Morning Pages"? Every day. How long? For a time. How long? I think maybe 3 weeks - a month! Eight days. Okay, how about my journals? Yeah, sure how about them? I was just reading some entries to Tali last night! Uh huh - some entries. Bout how many? Well I read her about three - there were more. Oh how we laughed at those three! Really? How many more? About, tap tap tap, uh three. That would be impressive - if it were over the period of - a week. I know, I was busy - she was a baby and then Julian came along. Okay, they're four years apart. Alright so the six lousy entries spanned five years. They were busy meaningful years. I have pictures. I'll put words to them at some point. Where are those pictures?

Okay, this is getting personal. Interview over. I feel attacked. I feel that I should write about it. Perhaps every day. Okay, posts every other day? Let's talk about this over coffee? How do you like yours? Every day.

You know I was just thinking of cutting back. On my caffeine consumption!

Gaze upon the waters...

Gaze upon the waters my beautiful child
For the answers are all there to see
The peace that awaits you quietly there
and knows you are who you should be.



Please forgive me as I am not a poet, but love this picture, wanted to share it and the writing serves only as a caption. This picture was taken on the beach at Montauk where we will be heading in about two weeks. Somehow life's a little freer and easier there (as vacations should be).

Now who wants to help me look for Montauk rocks? Maybe we'll even find some shells.

You got off easy!

You know I'm sitting here and I could cry. You must think I cry a lot. Not really, except when I write things that touch something inside.

Tonight when I got home from work, we ate quickly and headed out to a local park. The night was clear, humidity low; the kids ran around enjoying the freedom. We're here to hang out and enjoy a free concert so blankets and chairs are spread everywhere. The musicians are just warming up.

Now I have mentioned a bit about Julian. You see, sometimes he walks around without awareness, i.e., across blankets, kicking a ball in his path, sitting in someone's seat - it's all fair game. Sort of the Mr. Magoo of the Preschool set. He has certain sensory integration issues where his body doesn't always signal "too close", "take a step back", "don't lay across that child".

Tonight, children are criss-crossing in their various activities. If you are not tracking Julian's every move, it may go okay, it may not. Sometimes in the mayhem of settling in, we each think the other is watching. I mean we're there with friends, he's within peripheral vision. The other thing is sometimes in the mayhem, Julian's not sure what to do when he finds himself in the center of 50 kids running this way and that. I'm scanning and I see him. A child has just fallen down. Oh very nice, he's going over to help him u - oh not very nice, he's going to lay on top of the kid. As he is in motion to do so and has pretty much accomplished this feat, I yell out "Julian!" and at this time the kid's father takes Julian by his upper arm which isn't too much bigger than my wrist and waves the equivalent of a red flag in front of a bull - he exerts a slight pressure. Now I get there of course in .0125 seconds and say "Don't put your hands on my son - didn't you see me coming?!". To which he shoots back "Well that's only the third time". To which I say, "I am here, you see me coming, don't you ever ever put your hands on my child - EVER.". Now at this point I have the Queens Crazy Bitch look and I'm thinking I'll rip his head off and kick it across the field. It seems he senses this and turns and beats a hasty retreat to his yenta wife on their blanket. Luckily Scissors is not there in this moment. We may have been like sharks in a feeding frenzy. Don't get me wrong, I correct Julian, redirect him, don't let him get away with actions with impunity. But here's the thing, he has no idea, there is no malicious intent in his actions. It's a work in process learning all of these social ques. I certainly would never and have never put my hand to someone's child period.

Julian has taken this opportunity and has now struck off on the great squirrel hunt. When I catch him, he does not want to hear about his misdeeds, and is quickly on the path to the old story change "so then it's just pathetic! pathetic!" both hands gesticulating about as he tries to escape around the tree. He doesn't necessarily mean this about the present situation, but these are the words he can call up. As I think back it is just pathetic, no less than 3 people gave him "a look" when he stepped on their blanket or went to sit on a stool with one of their kids. It's downright cruel. I would never be mean to a child, just never.

Believe me, I understand Kathleen Turner's role in the movie Serial Mom.

Next time I won't be so nice.

Tickled Pinky - I Came in 2nd!

That is in the "Name the Cuff" contest at another New Friend in the Neighborhood's blog. By way of background, her name is PINKY. and she designs and crafts jewelry which is sold here in PINKY'S SHOP. So far so good says I. This honor is partly thanks to our dear techie friend,PAVEL (being perfectly clear), who not only does all the research for us on the latest gadgets we probably won't own, but steered us in the direction of said contest. Things were looking up.

Armed with freshly squeezed aggravation (from squabbling over the proper temp to suffocate a family of four), I headed over to see the cuff in question. I am a sucker for custom jewelry and did I like what I saw! I called it "Wavelength". Although it did not get the winning nod, it came in a close second (sort of like the Joe Lieberman of bangle naming). That second place entitles me to a nice little discount which left unused, would be tantamount to wadding up some bills and throwing them out the window of a speeding car I rationalize, uh reason. I have made several "dry runs" to decide what is worthy of my hard won discount and have it narrowed down to four or five lovely pieces. Do I have to choose?

In all seriousness, Pinky's shop called - Pinky's Shop, showcases her beautifully designed and handmade jewelry. Each special and unique. Now for specifics of that jewelry, I suggest you head on over and ahem, think of any birthdays coming up (first look at your calendar)or think of someone that you may wish to honor <hint hint> and take a browse.

I like both her unique designs and the idea of supporting a fellow blogger. Who knows, she may just have another jewelry piece to name...

Wish list provided upon request.

I'm 30!!!

Well actually that train came and left the station some time ago. No this is post #30. Nothing remarkable planned. In fact, just trying to write a little more about what I know not as I have not come inspired. Shall I post pictures of my habitat? Eventually, need to get my digital camera "things" that enable hook-up to the computer all set up. Tap tap tap.

Okay above was started a few days ago and so apparently inspiration or time have not been plentiful. And here I am smack in the middle of Sunday night. It seems that a force outside of me started this blog. No, not Pia or Doug although the way Pia was so matter of fact about it, sort of like "if you want to start one, let me know" just made it seem so - possible and I think Doug eventually threatened to just start one for me. With Pia's encouragement and Doug's threats, here it is - Simply Said.

Forewarned is fair armed so if you think this is going to be one of those fun posts, head on over to the sidebar and run without looking back to CENTRAL SNARK. or any other number of fun, or well-written hangouts where I bide my time. But for some reason I sit here alone in a quiet house while my kids slumber. And I'm not feeling peaceful as I should be in this moment. And I'm not feeling able to put down on paper why. And I'm wondering why people make marriage look so easy. And I'm wondering why when it's me and my children, we're so happy together. And I'm wondering why you should have to argue when it's 80 degrees outside at the use of central air conditioning. And I'm wondering why I have a headache. And I'm wondering why I'd like to actually pull a certain Mr. Scissors hair out of his head. And I'm wondering. Then I'm understanding why divorce is rampant. Then I understand why kids never quite get over it but never quite miss the bickering. Then I understand that petty arguments do more to unravel a kid's happiness. Then I understand. I know we will not be divorced, although I sometimes dream about that. I know that my children will feel happy in their home. I understand it will not always be easy. I wish my kids did not see me being so real sometimes. But I understand my doing so paves the way for their scary emotions to be allowed and talked about. Maybe that's why I blog, mine never were.

My mother said on one of our "Calls from the Road" referring to how it wasn't always easy growing up in a large family, maybe my sibling to whom she referred didn't feel heard - she says to me. I want to say yes, Ma, that's right - we didn't have enough attention. Wah. If it only were so simple. And why shatter her illussions that she puts her head upon each night. She's 81! She should live and be well.

And without having said anything, I've said something. Without baring my soul, I've uncovered a nerve. I know. I understand why John Lennon wrote that Woman is the Nigger of the World. And I wish that I didn't. And I still have a headache.

"LET THE GAMES BEGINS!"

This is what Julian yells from atop his bed where he has dragged any pillow within dragging distance. To which I hear Tali go into little teacher mode and gently correct "Julian, it's let the games begin" as she brushes her hair getting ready for camp. Right. Julian continues "Let the games begins!" in his best by order of the decree of the king voice. And so starts another day in the Lampshade household. I love overhearing them in the morning as we all are in different stages of our daily routines.

Last night when I got home from work, Tali was working with her Hebrew tutor. Rachel is illustrating usage of a word and says "For instance, the king went to the store", to illustrate a Hebrew usage. To which Tali responded "That sounds funny". Rachel asks "Because a king doesn't shop for himself?". "Well" Tali said "maybe you should say that the king went to the Chinese Restaurant to get his fortune". Rachel asks "Fortune cookie?" Tali "no - fortune, get it?". I'm enjoying this but then begin to wonder what this all has to do with Hebrew verbs.

Going to bed tonight and I'm getting the kids ready for the wind down, which includes my escape to evening activities sans them. "These mosquitoes are killers this year" says I as I dab on more Calamine lotion. "What is an insect?" asks Julian. "It's a bug" says Tali. "No, I want Mommy to tell me". Mommy, (as played by me) dutifully replies "It's a bug". "A bee?" asks Julian. "Well a bee is a bug, but not all bugs are bees." says Mommy. "Enough of the bait and switch into bed you bug!" Looking to catch anothr train, he tries "Transylvanian Alligator" (a little character I made up). "Not tonight Julian, the Transylvanian alligator is in the bogs." "What's a bog?" asks Tali. And so ends another day in the Lampshade Household.

Do you know that a lady bug is indeed a beetle? Of course you did.