Power Rangers Theme Song

Music video for the Power Rangers Theme Song. So, does anybody think this will be my kids when they grow up? How funny is it?!?

From Max's Show

 

Ok, so, is that how it is?

I get anonymous posters on my blog?!? And I have to guess who they are?!? Ok.... I guess.... L.C.? Ok. EIther L.C. or Gwen? Or.... Ahhh, too much pressure this early!

Have a later day today - taking the kids for their yearly check up. The earliest I could get was 11:00 am... and of course when I'm on vacation the doctor is on vacation, and you can't have the appointment earlier than last year 'cause of insurance....

Nathan woke up last night, screaming for me to find him his car. I told him that there was no way in heck I'd look for his car at 1:00 am, and that he needs to go to sleep. He screamed for about 10 minutes, then went to sleep.

THen, 3:15 am the phone rings. I try to see the caller id -- but for some reason my eyes just could not focus... So, I answered. "Um, Hello?" "Pussycat? (Ok, yes, my dad calls me "pussycat' Wanna make something of it?!) We're HERE! We had a great flight, and we just wanted to let you know that we're in our cabin!" "Umm, it's 3:15 am." (My parents are going on a cruise of Alaska.) Long pause. "Oh. We reset our clocks." "Ok, well, it's still 3:15 am." "Oh. Well, we had a great flight, and the cabin looks great..." In the background I hear: "David! Let her go back to sleep! Call her tomorrow!!" "Oh, oh, right. Well, I'll let you go back to sleep...."

ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

New post

So I started this whole post, and it began to get so long, and so rambly, and seemed to take me sooooooo long to get to the point that I realized I was even boring myself as I was writing it. So - deleted it.

You let me know if you'd like a long and rambly post about manners - and I'd be glad to re-write it. :)

So anyhow, I present herewith a brief and to the point post. Basically a complaint. Basically a vent. No point to it, really - because it's not surprising... but it just pissed me off.

The X. He's met somebody. So, we've been kinda emailing back and forth a bit about it. I asked him what she does & he answers: "An executive Assistant. She makes 80k. Works on wall street."

On the surface: I know. Nothing. But knowing X.... it was such a jab! "See how she makes so much as an Exec. Ass't. and you make just 'bout half that as a social worker..."

Putz.

Hamster Wheel Gone Wrong

Don't run too quickly....

Yes, yes, I know

I just wrote about this on my other blog but I'm still kinda floored by this and don't want to bore the readers of one blog with too much of it. Of course I'm making a huge assumption that the readers of one blog do not read the other -- which as I'm writing this I realize is patently untrue since the only people who comment on this blog also comment on the other...

So where am I going with this? What does it mean? Am I a blog looser? I didn't even WANT to go to the BlogHer conference! I don't see myself as a "blogger" - more like a brain spewer. (And you don't want to know what google image search brought up for "brain spew!")

So I suppose that take a bit of the stress off.

Now that I'm totally off topic - can I tell you that my new gerbil has finally found it's upstairs! It's so cute! It climbs up this habitrail like tube (NOT a habitrail, but an incredible simulation!) and goes into his cute little house.

You know, when I go over to the cage so say hi he comes over, and pokes his cute little nose through the bars....

Am I gushing? I'm gushing, arent' I? He's so damn cute!!!

I'm in gerbil love.

My Eyes Hurt

It's so cool - I don't have work today. I don't have anything, so I can sleep late, snuggle in the covers, and just relax and enjoy my time to myself.... ahhhh...

"MOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!!! Come here! I want my cars!!!!"

Huh?

Ok, well part of it was true. I do have off today. But I probably thought I had off on another planet or something because we all know this: Are we ever "off" when the kids are there?

(And as an aside, I actually feel funny complaining about this now, because a funny perk of being divorced is I actually DO have kid free time... so I do get the kid free moments that I know others of you have to scramble for. Ok, the times when I do have them I'm the only one to do it - but actually it was that way before - so not so drastically different. And is this the longest "aside" you've ever read? It could be its' own blog post. I could write a blog post called "aside" and just refer you to it... Or I could call it "Tangents: How to Enjoy and Relish them - for they Truly are Your Friends"(

(Oooh! One more aside: My kids are now quietly sitting on the couch, right next to each other, with their heade leaning on each other.... how long do you think it'll last? THink if I got a camera it would spoil the moment? Yeah. Probably."

SO ANYHOW - Max comes in my room at 4 am, gets into my bed, and starts complaining that it's too hot. I send him into the living room to sleep on the couch. (Main AC in living room; since this is an apartment it's usually enough to cool the whole place... but this heat wave is just too darn hot!) Then at 5 am "MOM!" It was Nathan. I go into the room. "Mom! You put away all my Hotwheel cars! Where are they!?!? Get them!!"

The "You're fuckin' crazy" was really only said in my head. I promise. I did NOT say that aloud to him. BUT, I did explain that it's still night time, and that I am going back to sleep, and that I would get his cars later.

The poor lad. He was just inconsolable. Imagine such a mean, mean, horrible mother - who won't pick out all the Hot Wheel cars from a drawer full of cars at 5:00 am?!? Any mother would be there, showered, dressed, and smiling....

I left him there screaming and went back to my bed. But then I hear "mom?" from the other room. "Mom, Nathan's scaring me."

So, we're all up. 5:15 am.

We all pile into my bed. Max gets too hot and goes back to the living room - but soon comes running back. "Mom! I look outside and its red. Then I look around and everything is red! I'm scared!"

Nathan goes: "Max, come in here! It's not red in here! Really Max - it's ok in here. Mommy's here!" So Max comes in and we all cuddle in the bed.

So maybe losing that bit of sleep was worth it.

Blackout?

So yesterday at work - at about 4:15 pm - my boss comes over with this slightly panicked look on her face: "They just called from the main buiding - there's going to be a black-out at 5:00 pm! I don't know about you guys, but I"m going home! You can go if you want to!" (She lives in the Bronx.)

So I totally went into panic mode. Grabbed my stuff & split. Called J & while sprinting to the subway we decided to meet @ Penn Station & take a Long Island Rail Road train from there. Afterall, if a person is going to get stuck in a black out isn't it better to 1) be above ground; 2) be with someone (and even better someone who won't mind - too much - if you whine and complain!).

I called X and told him what I heard. It was his night for the kids - so I told him he should leave to make sure he's home. I said that I had plans, but would keep my phone on if he needed to get in touch with me - couldn't make it home - whatever. He asked: "What plans?" I responded by reminding him that that particular subject was not really the point - and that I would try to help if I could.

But I tell you, I was in such a panic. "Gotta get there! Gotta get there!" I shut off my phone while underground "Don't want my battery to run out! DOn't want my battery to run out!" Got extra cash after buying my train ticket: "ATM's might be down later! ATMs might be down later!" It was crazy. (And ok, the fact that I had a pulled muscle in my back and PMS cramps, and that it was 100 degrees certainly did not help matters.)

So, get to Forest Hills fine. No worries. And, actually got back in the same amount of time as it would have taken me if I stayed on the same subway train the whole time. Amazing!

Went out for dinner w/J & met his sister. I liked her very much - but then I totally knew I would. I actually wasn't even nervous about it... it seemed so natural...

But - big step - meeting the sister... it's nearly five months you know, guys. Remember back on Yahoo 360: From March 9th:

Maybe I should just date myself... Or crack myself up -- which I actually do on a fairly regular basis.... So I switched the dates. My Saturday night date with mask man has been switched to Friday - and I'm going to be going out with Fun Wednesday Night Date Saturday. I'm not even sure WHY I am going out with Mask man - except for the fact that I told him I would. I'm totally psyched about the
2nd date with Fun Wednesday NIght Date... Then I have a lunch date with
another guy on Tuesday. ANd, at this point - all I really want to do is just
go out with Fun Wednesday NIght Date again. It was THAT good...

Hmmmmm

So get this!

I've signed up for this thing where Google can tell me if I come up in people's searches... (It's called Google Sitemap) and guess what?!? I rank #8 when people do a search for........ Pineapple Lumps!

So what if I get more comments on my new pet gerbil than on anything else I pour my heart out about or ponder over.... but it's the LUMPS that will pull me through!

And just think: you guys can say you knew me when.....

What's up with THIS?!?

So, I write about important stuff, spill my guts, talk about blossoming love, and tumultous relationships.... and what gets the most comments?!?! When I get a gerbil.

Let's think about this a minute here folkes.

Is it that the pathos and emotion that I write about in my daily life is just too full of...... pathos ane emotion ( :) ) that it leaves you all unable to comment?

Or is it simply that you all found my anguish at my rodent infestation so....... hillarious (how, I don't know) that now that I've purchased a tame, caged, and much cuter rodent you cannot avoid mocking me?!

It's ok. I'm strong. ANd I suppose it is a mite bit amusing that I got one, after the mouse trauma..... I actually wasn't too sure what I was going to get. First thought of a lizard but was told I'd have to feed it live crickets. Yeah. RIght. Not in this lifetime. Then the hamster, but was told that gerbils have better temperments. ANd judging how little shadow is reacting to my kids now - I'd say he (she?) has an amazing temperment! And the look on Max's face when he comes over to sniff his arm.... & put a little gerbil hand on it well - it's priceless!

(I really wanted a guinea pig, but I'm jealously guarding every inch of space I have here & the cage for a guinea pig is simply too big.)

RIght now the big thing we're dealing with is how to hold him without letting him escape. It was suggested that we take him out in the bath... which I might have to do. But I wish I had thought of getting a cage that opens on top - this little guy will scamper right up your arm and OUT given half the chance.

But I thank you all for your support (Esp. Twin Squeeks - I have a feeling I"ll be visiting your site!) and I will keep you updated on our adventures. Just because I know you all care so much.... :)

We have one!

We have a pet. A gerbil. I had been tossing the idea around in my head for a bit & then just thought: What the heck?!?!? So, when the kids were over with the X - on Saturday - J and I went to the pet store to get one.

It was so cool, great, wonderful, fun, nice, super.... and probably many other adjectives that I can't think of at this early morning hour - to do this with J. YOu know, when you date it's mostly..... well.... going out on dates. Going places. Doing things. Having fun. It's not so much normal life. And I think a bit, with us, because sometimes it feels like we're grabbing bits of time between his schedule and mine - and his his and mine -- that we try to squeeze in more "fun" things.

So, what I'm saying is: It's fun to do the fun things. It's great. It's...... well... it's........... Fun! But it's also really nice to do the normal things. Coooking, shopping, reading the paper... and: Buying small furry rodents!

So, we went out Saturday morning(ish) to buy a gerbil. We got a small black one, with a really cool duplex cage. Got it home, got it set up, J left - and the kids came in.

"We have a PET! We have a pet!!" It's funny 'cause they really obviously didn't care what the "pet" was - just the idea of having one! We named it Shadow. After the Shadow Ranger. So, his (or her, because we don't know its gender! Gentle gerbil gender. Gentle giant gerbil gender. Sorry. Had to say that. The g'thing........ you know.... Ok. I'll stop.)

ANYHOW. Nathan wanted to name it "rat" but we stuck with SHadow. He seems to be adjusting nicely. Still hasn't found it's upstairs level yet -which is where it's cute little house is. (I'll take a photo & post. Didn't want to overly traumatize the little guy yet w/the flash....) but I put an empty box in and he seems glad for the solititude. (Hey, I am too in this house!)

Probably going to get him the gerbil living room set in a week or two. (Yes, they have those!) Just 'cause it's so damn cute!

I still can't believe it...

And I wonder if this is really blog worthy material... but I actually watched an episode of the Power Rangers tonight that was GOOD.

No. Really!!

You know, the kids were watching it & I wasn't really paying attention... but then I realized that they - the power rangers - were watching an episode of The Power Rangers -- but the original Japanese one! They were watching themselves, as Power Rangers, but in Japan. And it was so.... "Does Life Imitate Art or Does Art Imitate Life..." that I couldn't believe it!

And you know, they were talking about how things that are different are not necessarily bad, and how we should be open to things that are different... and how other countries see the US... I was flipping out! The kind of stuff you just wouldn't expect from the Power Rangers!

I'm ok. Really.

And - it was funny, clever, kitch and cute.

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

Yeah. I guess I am. I hadn't really given too much thought to it, but within the past two weeks two separate people have told me that I seems so "happy and content." So, I took an inventory of my feelings and I guess I am.

(I'll give you this moment to gather yourselves together. I know it's pretty shocking. And the thing is, it's not this momentary thing I wrote about a month or so ago... this has been pretty solid.

So let's see....let's work out the equation: great boyfriend + great job + carved out structure w/X + happy kids = happy me.

I think the only thing now that's not 100% is the finances stuff... I mean, the living to pay check to pay check gets real old real fast. For example, this week I'm not even getting paid 'til Monday and it's going to be REAL tight (since I was working one less day for the past month, that threw me off a bit). So, I figure I'm not going to even LOOK at my bank account & whatever is kicked in by overdraft I'll just pay back on Monday. What can you do & it's just too much (emotionally) for me to even think about...

And, with X. - well - as my shrink says "he's not ever going to change - you just have to figure out how to manage with him." And she's right. He hasn't made the kids a proper lunch since they've stayed with him - and maybe I just need to suck it up. On the one hand I feel like I give in to him for so many things... and that was so much of our relationship - my giving in just to keep the peace... and how much of myself did I lose in the process? But then I think is this worth the battle... (Of course, my shrink offered NO advice on that, being the traditionalist that she is...)

Spoke with EX today. He's in the states w/his kids for vacation - going back to Israel later today. (Lives in Haifa & I was a bit freaked out for him - his kids - but he said they & his X would be out of town there for a while...) He asked about X & I told him about this new thing w/X saying how he can't take the kids some nights 'cause he has a "corporate" job & some times has to work late. EX is pretty much as "corporate" as it comes (although "corporate" in other countries is much more relaxed than here) & he sees his kids sometimes 4 nights a week. He said if he's late he just has the sitter stay. (It was strange talking to him - want to talk about the elephant in the room - he doesn't want to talk about new boyfriends/girlfriends... and since that's such a big part of my life now... it was just strange not to talk about it. And not ask him about his.. Makes me seriously wonder/doubt if a friendship can continue - how can it if we don't talk about our lives...? But we'll see. Not such a huge issue in my life.)

Spoke to Max's X sitter today. She had called about two weeks ago: "... Don't know if you're talking to me or not, but really like to know how the boys are doing at camp... Could you please do me the favor of calling me back & letting me know?" So, it took me two weeks... but I felt too guilty not calling her back. Now I'm kinda sorry I did. She was so overly effusively grateful that it kinda gave me the heebies. THEN, when I came home today there was a message on the machine - from her - thanking me. Oy. What have I done?

But it's ok. I'm still Happy. (Except that I can't upload the really cute picture of Mr. Happy...)

Weekend in the 'burbs

So, spent the weekend out at my parents' house with the kids. The idea in going out there was to give the kids another chance to play out in the pool, and the slip n' slide. Plus my friend H. and her daughter were going to come over to play with us...

So, we all went out there & of course the weather was crappy. We pretty much hung out inside, although we went out when the weather broke for a bit & hunted for frogs...

Then we went out for dinner Saturday & I got my favorite food: Lobster. I had been dying for one; so asked my dad if we could go to a place where I could get one - that I would pay - but really wanted it...

Well, Max was sosososo excited that I was getting a lobster he cuoldn't stand it! "You're getting a lobster? Really? When? Where is it?" Then it came. "WOW! LOOK AT THAT! Let me touch that antenna? Can I crack it? When are you going to crack it? Is that a leg? Do you eat that part? Are you cracking it now? Look at that eye? When are you cracking it? I want to crack it!! Let me pull that antenna! NATHAN!! I"M CRACKING IT!!!

No joke. He was all over that thing like a rash. Keeping up a running commentary the entire time, plus just kinda ...... lingering over it. Finger here, hand here, tying the antenna into a knot... I started off very understanding and feeling very proud of my kind maternal self.... but by the end: "MOM! YOU HURT MY WRIST WHEN YOU GRABBED MY HAND! I THINK YOU BROKE IT!!"

So now I'm waiting for Child Protective Services to come take me away.

100 Things

Ok, Here Goes - let's see if I can make it to 100.

100 Things You Should Know About Me.

1. I'm not sure if I can come up with 100 things.
2. I let my kids watch Power Rangers but not Schreck.
3. I take more than one wrapped candy from the free candy bowl at restaurants.
4. I cry easily.
5. I love going out.
6. I love staying in.
7. I have a crush on Mr. Rogers.
8. I was always the last person picked to be on a sports team in elementary & middle school.
9. I'm a music snob. (Like no acustic guitarists singing Doors songs.)
10. I have all my cassettes arranged by genre.
11. I have boxes of notes I passed in H.S. with my friend H.
12. I've never voted Republican.
13. I've never seen American Idol.
14. I've smoked a cigar.
15. My favorite foods are lobster, french fries, cheese cake, and ice cream. (And yes, a perfect meal would be made up of all of those... with a diet root beer!)
16. It's a wonder I'm not a tub.
17. I've been on every diet known to mankind.
18. I lost my most weight after X. moved out.
19. I'd love to be tall and willowy.
20. Still can't believe I'm getting paid for what I love to do.
21. Used to have curly hair perm.
22. I will never post a photo of myself with curly hair perm.
23. Haven't found any gray hairs.
24. Hope I haven't jinxed myself.
25. Cheated while fasting last Yom Kippur.
26. Have taken office supplies.
27. I like the Pink Ranger Best.
28. I love the Muppets.
29. I own five pairs of water shoes.
30. I don't do any water sports.
31. I love buying/looking at "outdoor" accessories.
32. The most "outdoors" I get is Central Park.
33. I always turn my head to check out the firemen streaking by in their truck.
34. I'm hate air conditioning.
35. My toes freeze in frozen food section of supermarket.
36. I've killed every plant I 've ever owned - except Cid.
37. I still have my wedding bouquet.
38. WOndering why I still have my wedding bouquet.
39. Have platonic crush on my dentist.
40. I'm scared of viney plants.
41. I have cool kids.
42. I have cool parents.
43. I have cool siblings.
44. I have a cool boyfriend.
45. I have a cool babysitter.
46. I have an annoying X-husband.
47. I don't like balloons.
48. I apologize too much.
49. I'm sorry that I wrote that.
50. I can't believe I made it up to 50!
51. I startle easily.
52. I sniffed "rush" in my H.S. biology class.
53. Still not %100 comfortable in/with my body.
54. Like my feet.
55. Have a love/hate relationship with my breasts.
56. Don't hold grudges.
57. Wish I could be an artist of some sort.
58. Have awful, awful handwriting.
59. Have pretty high threshold for mess and disorganization.
60. I have champagne taste and a beer budget.
61. I'm not materialistic.
62. I'd love to have a summer home on the beach.
63. I don't like chaos.
64. I need time to adjust to change.
65. I am kind, but do not suffer fools gladly.
66. I wrote that in my jdate profile, too.
67. I like to watch rugby.
68. I can easily sit on the couch and watch bad tv all day long.
69. I'm generous.
70. I am very sentimental.
71. I save everything, but haven't become a pack rat - yet.
72. I take lots, and lots, and lots of photos.
73. I'm very sensitive to criticism
74. I've saved every letter I've ever received.
75. I'm not good at small talk.
76. I'm not good at "networking/mingling."
77. I don't have a poker face.
78. I often don't have a good "self-censor" - give out too much information.
79. Am comfortable talking to others about their feelings.
80. Not so comfortable talking about my own.
81. I hate it when people stop to talk on their cell phones 1) on staircases, 2) in front of entrances.
82. I want my kids to have everything their hearts desire.
83. I don't want to have spoiled kids.
84. I wish my marriage had worked.
85. I'm very glad to be out of it.
86. My favorite candies are Pineapple Lumps and Circus Peanuts. (Not together.)
87. I love kissing.
88. I love being kissed.
89. I love "old people" food like stewed prunes and borscht. (Not togther.)
90. Wonder how/where I am going to keep all my kids art and school work for the next 20 or so years.
91. Still don't know the metric system.
92. In one bored moment or another have probably Googled everybody I know. And even some I don't.
93. Constantly wonder what it is in me that causes/allows/makes me keep this blog.
94. And my other blog, too!
95. Don't like the color I've painted my toenails, but can't be bothered removing and repolishing.
96. Can't believe I'm almost done!
97. Am very jealous of those people who can decorate a house/themselves from stuff in a thrift shop.
98. Am jealous of people who can decorate a house. Period.
99. (Speaking of period...) I sometimes become a different person when I have PMS.
100. I'm happy.

Congratulations! (to me!)

Because, after all, it IS my blog. And if I can't congratulate myself here, where CAN I congratulate myself?!?

But I suppose you're wondering what it is this time?!? "She's always congratulating herself for something!"

I'll tell ya'. The last post on this blog was: My 100th Post! (which of course makes this one the 101st...)

Hey, just wondering.... what does that mean for a person who has two blogs...? I should get extra kudos, dontcha think?
Ok. I'm waiting.

I read it in your blog

So, you guys know, how when you're with somebody you tell little stories, anecdotes, share events that have happened in your life.... Wellllllllllllllllllllllllllllll went out last night w/J & I'd start to tell him this amusing little thing that happened the other day... and....

"I know. I read it in your blog."

Kinda laugh and move on to the next still somewhat amusing (although not nearly as amusing as the first) annecdote..... and......

"Oh, right, I know. I remember. I read it in your blog."

(Which for some reason has brought into my head that Dickies song: "Got it at the Store." "Where did you get it? I got it at the store!" and so on. A great, great song.... that I slam danced to at CBGB's in a past life... But you see how I got there? Read it in your blog = Got it at the Store. Go with me on this one, guys! ANd it's a better song than "Stuck in a Pagoda with Tricia Toyota"[never knew there was the line about Abe Vigoda in there, but it makes sense...] or "Bowling with Bedrock Barney.")

So tell me, oh wise and wonderous Blog readers - what's a blogger to do?(Blogger!! Hee!) I mean, besides going off on totally meaningless tangents - which I can obviously do very well. (If I do say so myself.)

Maybe I should just start makin' shit up.

Fake your Internet Death

Ok, posted this on my other blog, too - but I thought this video was hilarious. Check it out.

Sooo, let's see....

So, I gave notice at my part-time job. She was a bit freaked, but ok. I have a mouse in my apartment. Max got all his cavities filled and was trooper through the whole thing. I have a mouse in my apartment. We're getting started planning my mom's 70th birthday party, even though it's not 'til October - but that's a good thing. I have a mouse in my apartment. Gwen, my wonderful babysitter cleaned the carpet in my apartment when I mentioned today that I wasn't sure what to do with it (it's handmade, wool - probably too expensive to have cleaned, but getting too dirty to live with). I have a friggin' mouse in my friggin' apartment!!!

And, the worst thing is, it's making me a freak. I don't mind animals. I'll hold a snake, have a pet hamster, go on all those natureish kinda things... But this is freakin' me the hell out!!! I hear it nibbling, nibbling, nibbling... and I'm afraid to open up a cabinet & see it!

The logical me knows that if I open up the cabinet door & it's in there it'll scoot away, but somehow I feel like this giant thing will jump out at me.

Ok. Just saw it. That's ok. It personalized it a bit for me now. It's kinda cute. In a cage.

Perfect...

My two boys, on their ride-on firetrucks, chasing a girl (probably about 8 or so years old) riding on a Barbie Jeep, through the playground.

She was trying so hard to be cool and ignore them, and they just kept doggedly at it. It was like watching Benny Hill for the elementary school set!

Classic.