All About Superheroes

Sorry to overwhelm you guys with this.... it's just that he's been talking about this "Chapter Book" that he's been writing at school and I hadn't seen it yet. I never knew he had this sort of humor!! It's a riot! He actually told me he wants to be an author, he's enjoying writing this so much -- and apparently his classmates wait eagerly for each new installment!!

From our last adventure we saw weird people. But now we have a weird enemy. We don't no his name yet so you will have to read the story.

Well back to Robert and his store Westine fired herself because she didn't have enough chips but she will find another job. Robert was in his store lieing down.... Then a strange guy said "Wa ha! ha! ha!! I am professor weirdo fear me" Robert laughed then he got pushed out of nowhere it was Tommy and Matthew!

Well Tommy wasn't fat anymore well from our last adventure he was well we shouldn't tell you about it because you will cry with laughter well back to the mission. Tommy said this that really annoyed Matthew "I am a super boy" but then Matthew said this: "We are not super hero's ok OK!" Now really really back to the mission!

Well remember David Z shnack he came back from light saber school and said this "The force is kind of what! ga! ga!" he slipped on a banana peal like that was any help. Well back to light saber wa! ga! ga! now I slipped on a banana peal. Professor weirdo has a plan to wa! ga! ga! Why does everybody say that whoever made this story should not do that. Wa! ga! ga! Wa! ga! ga! Stop writing that word.

Well your messing with the wrong Robert because Robert no's kung-fu and choped professor weirdo's arm off and the gang and he saves the day.

The end.

Wait one minute mister Tommy and Matthew are supposed to save the day wait don't stop reading Nooooooooooo!

Well after Robert chopped Professor weirdo's arm off he broke his arm to because his arm was made of steel but he still broke Professor Weirdo's arm. Wa! ga! ga! Security! Get this banana peal... howly cow! Get the tenmillion bannana peals out of hear!

haaaa Tommy look a mouse in a cape? Well Professor Weirdo wasn't looking for Robert he was looking for this mouse superhero.

To be continued...

Fat Brothers Chapter 2

(I told you there'd be more!) (I don't know where he got this Fat Stuff...although I have an inkling of an idea. It's a bit distressing.. but I have to say this is pretty funny!)

One day Tommy was walking by C.V.S. he saw chips guess what he did...

He did a robery!!! Robert the manager and his wife Westine chased after Tommy. Kartikay a young boy said to tommy "what's the matter with you"

Tommy just ignored it then Kartikay and Robert said "just let him have the chips we already have many more."

Matthew said "what's the matter." Robert said this "your brother stole the chips in my store." In a loud voice. They just went home.

Not again! When Tommy ate the chips he turned fat again! Ah!

You fataball stop reading my story! This goes to you mom. just kidding. go on!

The Fat Brothers

Chapter one of Max's Fat Brothers Story. More to Follow.(Transcribed exactly as written.)

"One day there were two brothers named Matthew and Tommy. Matthew wasso inteligent that he skiped from first grade to college! Tommy was lazy and ate 30 bags of cheetos! That's how he was the fatest. And he didn't no anything.
A year passed now Matthew wasn't fat he was very skiny and he pasedcollege at age four!!!!! you would think he graduated college at agetwenty one well he didn't so here comes the exciting part so listenup! Tommy will soon learn that being fat is bad and it's a big problem! Matthew's two best friend's Max and Kevin push Tommy and he starts rolling in the street!
And then!.... "A car will smack into tommy what will I do?" I can't think I know I"m very smart but I just can't!! But then horray! he's not fat when the car smacked him he wasn't fat. Life is better when your not fat.

Jewish Law - Articles ("The Right to Die: A Halachic Approach")

Jewish Law - Articles ("The Right to Die: A Halachic Approach")

I have a client with no family. Who might be destined to spend the rest of his life with a tracheostomy and a collar. Unable to talk. Attached to a bed. His Power of Attorney (friend) will probably go talk to a rabbi to see what sort of decision to make (even though the client himself is not really religious...) so I looked up what Jewish Law says about The Right To Die.

I guess I shouldn't be surprised.

But I was.

GET HEALTH CARE PROXIES, PEOPLE! I cannot emphazise enough! Living Wills are not as good as proxies. If you have strong feelings about what you want - either being kept alive by any means necessary, or "pulling the plug" this needs to be IN WRITING. A proxy does not need to be done with an attorney - just two witnesses. You can get them on line.

Do it - I'm going to.

You just never REALLY know yourself, do you?

Today is Nathan's 6th birthday. We celebrated it with a bowling party on Saturday and a small family party at my parents' house on Sunday. The bowling party was nice. There were about eight boys and their parents, our old sitter, plus the new(ish) 16 year old and her siblings. Plus X and his fiance. And J and his daughter. And my parents.

Nathan wore his black velvet blazer, that I got for TEN DOLLARS at Gymboree. (I had no idea if he'd wear it, but figured... $10? Why not? Now he wears it with black jeans and a navy turtleneck. We just need to get him some bling!)

And speaking of bling.... X's fiance was wearing her new engagement ring.

Siiiggghhh....

I feel that I need to preface this with: The following is not pretty. It sounds petty. It sounds gossipy. It just doesn't feel like who I am. I am not a materialistic person. I like jewelry, but honestly don't really wear that much. What I do have I just keep on all the time. I don't switch around. I put it on and just sleep with it on. MOther's day bracelet from the boys, necklace of two boys from my parents, A&J necklace from J & birthday present earrings from J. That's it.

When X Iand I got engaged we bought my ring at the flea market. It was a single pearl. He was new to the US, he was young, he had no money... and I did not care. It was what it stood for. The commitment. The love.

So X's fiance was wearing her new ring. I didn't really look, but what I saw looked beautiful. And big. My mom whispers in my ear: "Did you see her ring?" I told my mom: "Stop!"

But the cavalcade of feelings that rushed through me nearly knocked me off my feet....

He claims he has no money for the boys, and buys this?! When we got engaged he had no money and didn't try to get around it - just got me what he could afford. Either he loves her that much more than he loved me, or he has more and is just trying not to help. And what does that mean to me that he loves her now more than he loved me then? We are all different people. Maybe he does. I love J more than I loved him. But, but, look what he got her? How can he claim poverty? Does he love her more than he loves the boys?

And then:

What kind of person are you?

It was not so much jealousy that she got a ring and I haven't (from J). Not at all. And it wasn't feelings of "wow, now it's really over. He loves somebody else." It was more the shock of seeing that he spent money on her and he hasn't ever on anybody else. Not me. Not his kids. Money is so important to him... that I guess it has become his expression of love.

Well... so maybe that is jealousy.

J saw that I was upset. I told him. We go back to party stuff. Mingling. Then he comes back over. "I got the scoop on the ring! They bought it duty free in Puerto Rico & the quality is so bad... no way he spent more than $150."

And I felt better.

I keep trying to tell myself that I'm only human. That divorce, re-marriage, etc, etc, etc opens up new sets of feelings and things that you never thought you'd be exposed to... But I really feel so awful having those feelings... and seeing them in print is not any better. But there you go.

And, I also found out that we're going to be invited to their wedding. End of August. In Puerto Rico...

And, she's so sweet. I so want to warn her. To talk to her. And don't all chime in, I know I can't. (Maybe an anonymous letter?)

ETA - Yes, I know, most people write posts about their birthday child... but well, you guys know I love him. He's a great kid. Glad I had him - it was worth all that pushing and labor pains. Plays well with others. Doesn't inconvenience me too much. Does his homework. Works the farm. Pulls his own weight. Eats all he's supposed to. Loves his mom. Minds his P's and Q's. Eats an apple a day. Speaks when spoken to (Ha!). Keeps his messes to a minimum (double ha!).

A photo of the boys and their NZ Cuzzies. My ex-sister in law did some PhotoMagic and inserted the kids! I think it's so cool! You can actually see some family resemblance!
They've never really met each other... Max met the two older ones (in the back) when he was about 13 months old.