So....Israel....

I'm going to Israel!!! Isn't that great!

Israel is a nice place and i promise to bring home lotsa pictures and movies and all that stuff. Why am I going, you ask? Well, I shall tell you. It all started a few weeks ago, at my eye doctor appointment....

flashback!

we were in the car listening to aviad-gil's song Kaeli-shehBaShamaYim and I was trying to translate along. But his accept was so hard to follow i started asking mom about it just as he hit the chorus

AVIAD: Kaeli-ShehBashamaYIm lecha ani tamid koreh..(my G-d in the heavens, I'm always crying out to you)

ME:...? Ain le sheshamayim? (i'm not in the sky) tain li shebashamayim? (give me the sky) oh i give up. mom, what on earth is he talking about?

MOM: he's saying Kaeli. Can't you speak hebrew?

ME: yes. yes i can. But he's saying it wrong!!!

MOM: I think if you lived in Israel you'd pronounce it like that too.

ME: try me.

MOM: well we could always send you there over the summer.

ME: chair flips back.

So it turned out that she WAS sending me there to try and understand hebrew better because if you go somewhere where everyone speaks a foreign language, you'd want to learn it, right? But also because my cousin Shoham is going to be learning english, so I guess it's all good. Only I'd have to sleep in talya's room. That kid is like the enbodiment of sugar. SHE'S NUTS! Almost as nuts as Shaked, but no quite. The thing is, once i get off that plane, talya will talk my head off, and she'll be speaking too fast for me to even HEAR her.

And I'll be meeting my brother's girlfriend. wOOt!

eat a steak,

iguana :P

iguana is munching her high-fiber cereal

YES! 8 days without fiber and I SURVIVED!

Just barely, though. There were some pretty bad cramp cases over Chol HaMo'ade, but I think I did pretty well considering. We're turning over our kitchen now. Right now. In fact I might have to cut this one short because any second now Fudge is gonna pop up behind me and remind me about how lazy I am (by the way I am typing 76 words per minute right now).

Mrs. B is singing My Fair Lady.

Which I guess is okay because when we started Outofammo was spouting "Play us a song, you're the pianoman". Speaking of pianomin, my song is coming along quite smoothly. In fact, at this rate, I'll probably finish it and be working on my next one (Nephilim) before May! Sweet, right? I'm debating whether or not to post them on my blog when I finish them, because they're a pain in the nect to record. I stick to pianos, NOT keyboards. Unfortuantly, keyboards are hooked up to computers and pianos aren't.


Talkatchya'll later,
iguana ;)

I suddenly feel old

My best friend's sister is getting married.

So, how come Fudge isn't engaged yet? That is the question. I once told my best friend 'your sister can't get married before MY sister! That wouldn't make any sense!' and yet.....

SHE'S SO ANNOYING! Fudge's a writer, and grammer type person. Plus she's in my family, so I assumed it'd take her a while to find the right guy. And also, she just doesn't seem like the marrying type. She seems like a 3rd grade english teacher, type. Not that I'm saying she IS, just that i wish she'd hurry up and get married. I KNOW THAT DOESN'T SOUND GOOD JUST PRETEND YOU DIDN'T READ IT! Whada heck arya doin on mablog chanyway.

At least Kovs is getting somewhere. I hope. What's the point in having older older siblings if you can't marry them off anyway?

Oh my name is Mrs...

Hi ya'll!

It's that time of year again. Pesach cleaning. Yup.


BUT
I am hiding away in teh basement, writing my blog because there is no way in heck I'm gonna clean that fridge, plus Rafiki's doing it anyway. Having my family home is great (I miss you Kovi!) but there are some major downsides. For examplea: The Pt woke up this morning at who knows when and started sobbing her heart out. Then she starting kicking her bed and really whining, so Fudge asked her what was wrong. No repsonse. I politly thrust my head under my pillow (which I have not done since PT was three and couldn't STOP whining). Fudge kept repeatedly asking PT what was wrong and nothing was happening. Bingo. Now I have a headache. I think the reason she was whining is because she didn't know if it was morning yet. Whatever.

So, no school! That's awesome. I can sleep for as late as I want now, as long as a certain snotty little sister doesn't wake me up! The weather isn't exactly Pesidic yet though. I remember last Pesach like a slideshow:

dining room
grape juice
lotsa people
morning
eating farfel
going for a walk
coming inside
eating popsicles.

And I remember that to be a very good pesach. Join me in a sacred prayer for one that will be as good as that one.


oooohhhh maaaa yiiiiii maaaa.

And I am...OUT.