Something smart?

I don't know about you, but I am scared. We are living in very interesting times, my friends. While that can be said for any generation, this is 2008 and this is where we are. I am not proud to admit that I haven't been following the news half as much as I should, or at all, but I know that we are in the middle of a financial crisis and it is scary. When the Dow falls 770 points in one day it is frightening and you may think it doesn't affect you, but it does. It affects all of us. When financial giants go under, unemployment
skyrockets, inflation rises and interest falls, in an election year, nonetheless, the results aren't pretty. My 401(k) is down 10% and I realize that on the grand scheme of things it may be nothing, but my 401(k) is at a bank which was bought out by another bank for about a dollar a share. (Is that the going rate these days?)

There's two major issues that I have - (1) I want to vote. I think that each voice (collectively) makes a difference. There's nobody to vote for. Presidential candidates aren't running on merits of their political accomplishments or goals for the betterment of this country and planet. They are running on hidden agendas, the downfalls of their opponents and the money of lobbyists. Now, here's a bright idea - instead of spending all this money on your stupid campaign and bashing advertisements, pump it into the economy by building a school (or donating to one), provide homeless housing or prolong unemployment compensation in these troubled times. I am sure that such investments would be better for the community, the country and your campaign.

Politics is dirty. It has always been dirty. So is Wall Street. We all want to live the "American Dream" as Adam Smith had envisioned it, but we have to play fair. I am a strong proponent of Darwinism in economics, but I also stand by the 10 Commandments and just downright human decency to lend a "helping hand." Not all of are meant to be millionaires. Those that are, congratulations! But if you get to be a millionaire on everyone else's merits but your own, you may be considered a smart businessman, but a jackass in my book. I have a lot more respect for the self made people in this world then those that are born with a silver spoon. I also think it's great if you are born in a "red shirt" but learn the value of it. As usual, I digress.

Politics, economics all very controversial topics in which, I am by no means an expert. I can't even provide a truly educated opinion, because I am not truly educated in the subject matter. I, like with most posts on my blog, deliver it how I see it. I see that we are living in very interesting times and I am scared.

P.S. I just re-read my post and I can't remember issue # 2. When it comes to me, I'll blog because I like the flow and don't want to edit. That's my stop. Happy New Year!

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L'shana Tova

May your hair, your teeth and your face lift. May your abs, and your stocks not fall.

And may your blood pressure, your triglycerides, your cholesterol, your white blood count and your mortgage interest not rise.

May you get a clean bill of health from your dentist, your cardiologist, your gastroenterologist, your urologist, your proctologist, your podiatrist, your psychiatrist, your plumber, and the IRS.

May you find a way to travel from anywhere to anywhere during rush hour in less than an hour, and when you get there may you find a parking space.

May this Yom Tov, find you seated around the dinner table, together with your beloved family and cherished friends, ushering in the Jewish New Year ahead.

May what you see in the mirror delight you, and what others see in you delight them.

May the telemarketers wait to make their sales calls until you finish dinner, may your checkbook and your budget balance, and may they include generous amounts for charity.

May you remember to say "I love you" at least once a day to your partner, your child, and your parent(s).

May we live as intended, in a world at peace with the awareness of the beauty in every sunset, every flower's unfolding petals, every baby's smile and every wonderful, astonishing, miraculous part of ourselves.

Bless you with every happiness, great health, peace and much love during the next year and all those that follow.

May we and all of our loved ones be inscribed in the book of life.

Restaurant Shopping

NYC has a gazillion restaurants - cheap restaurants, expensive restaurants, themed restaurants, ambient restaurants, small restaurants, large restaurants fill-in adjective here restaurants. I've never had trouble finding a restaurant to eat in the city until I started to look for a place to have dinner with 20 of my closest friends. I, without exaggeration, probably have a menu from a third of the restaurants in Manhattan. Apparently, when you hit anything above 8-10 people you're in the prix-fixe category and that usually sucks. Some places wanted as much as $5,000 (in addition to food), some offerred a terrible menu and some wanted to seat an extra five people at my table. I settled on Japonais with a prix-fixe dinner menu in a semi-private lounge area with open bar, good company and a great time!
Thank you!

Obsessive Compulsive

So Blogger has a new feature that allows you to subscribe to blogs that you're following. Yes, I'm aware that you were able to do it before via RSS Feed or the archaic way of bookmarking things, but this feature is pretty neat since it lists all blogs on your dashboard with the latest posts. Let me tell you, I've been following a lot of blogs. I also joined Twenty-Something bloggers and found some cool blogs as well. Do I have a tendency to be obsessibe? Not at all! Compulsive? Never! Yet, I've been enjoying reading and following and looking. Just felt like sharing!

Here's a really cool one I found: http://postsecret.blogspot.com/. It even has a FB fan page. Obsessive? Compulsive?

A joke for today's times . . .

Fridkin, thanks for this one!

A little boy goes to his dad and asks: “What is Politics?”

Dad says, "well son, let me try to explain it this way: I am the head of the family, so call me The President. Your mother is the administrator of the money, so we call her the Government. We are here to take care of your needs, so we will call you the People. The nanny, we will consider her the Working Class. And your baby brother, we will call him the Future. Now think about that and see if it makes sense."

So the little boy goes off to bed thinking about what Dad said. Later that night, he hears his baby brother crying, so he gets up to check on him.

He finds that the baby has severely soiled his diaper. So the little boy goes to his parent's room and finds his mother asleep. Not wanting to wake her, he goes to the nanny's room. Finding the door locked, he peeks in the keyhole and sees his father in bed with the nanny. He gives up and goes back to bed. The next morning, the little boy says to his father, "Dad, I think I understand the concept of politics now."

The father says, "Good, son, tell me in your own words what you think politics is all about. "

The little boy replies: The President is screwing the Working Class while the Government is sound asleep. The People are being ignored and the Future is in deep shit.

Valenki

I got this link through my ever-so-thoughtful google quick links. Why the hell would you need Valenki in the states? Then again, Uggs became so popular despite their ugliness, maybe the valenki & galoshi will catch on as well. I mean who wouldn't want to walk the streets of Manhattan sporting a hammer and sickle on their shoes.

Dear Tech Support

Dear Tech Support,

Last year I upgraded from Boyfriend 5.0 to Husband 1.0 and noticed a distinct slow down in overall system performance, particularly in the flower and jewelry applications, which operated flawlessly under Boyfriend 5.0.

In addition, Husband 1.0 uninstalled many other valuable programs, such as
· Romance 9.5 and
· Personal Attention 6.5, and then installed undesirable programs such as
· NBA 5.0,
· NFL 3.0 and
· Golf Clubs 4.1.

Conversation 8.0 no longer runs, and Housecleaning 2.6 simply crashes the system.

Please note that I have tried running Nagging 5.3 to fix these problems, but to no avail.

What can I do?

Signed,

Desperate

____________________________________________________________
DEAR DESPERATE,

First, keep in mind,
· Boyfriend 5.0 is an Entertainment Package, while Husband 1.0 is an operating system.

Please enter command: ithoughtyoulovedme.html and try to download Tears 6.2 and do not forget to install the Guilt 3.0 update. If that application works as designed, Husband 1.0 should then automatically run the applications Jewelry 2.0 and Flowers 3.5.

However, remember, overuse of the above application can cause Husband 1.0 to default to Grumpy Silence 2.5, Happy Hour 7.0 or Beer 6.1.

Please note that Beer 6. 1 is a very bad program that will download the Farting and Snoring Loudly Beta.

Whatever you do, DO NOT under any circumstances install Mother-In-Law 1.0 (it runs a virus in the background that will eventually seize control of all your system resources.)

In addition, please do not attempt to reinstall the Boyfriend 5.0-program These are unsupported applications and will crash Husband 1.0.

In summary, Husband 1.0 is a great program, but it does have limited memory and cannot learn new applications quickly. You might consider buying additional software to improve memory and performance. We recommend:

· Cooking 3.0 and
· Hot Lingerie 7.7

Good Luck

Yes, another SPAM email, but I thought it was hilarious

"Writing is like prostitution. First one writes for the love of doing it, then for a few friends, and, in the end, for the money." — Moliere

Happy Birthday to ME!

Thank you everyone for calling, texting, emailing, seeing, congratulating, lunching, celebrating with me! Thank you for the presents, the attention, the love and the memories!










The Rest of the pics will be on Fotki

Happy Birthday To Me!

Ах, эта богиня, прекрасная Алла!
Каких бы ты дел в жизни ни замышляла,
Добьешься всего и достигнешь высот,
И слава к тебе непременно придет.
Энергия в имени есть, даже сила.
Богиня судьбы это имя носила.
Свою создаешь, собственную судьбу
Своими руками, без надежд на толпу.
Тверда, и порой не хватает участья,
Простого тепла для семейного счастья.
А твердость ушла б, не оставив следа,
Коль друг добрым словом помог иногда.
И женщине сильной быть хочется слабой,
За женское счастье рассталась б со славой
И стала бы мягче, нежней и послушней,
Возможно, терпимее и добродушней.
И именно Аллочке в день именин
Удачи в любви пожелать мы хотим.

Сам себя не похвалиш - весь день непохваленный ходиш :)

this wasn't wrtitten by me :)

From a book I've been trying to get through for months. . .

"When a girl leaves her home at eighteen, she does one of two things. Either she falls into saving hands and becomes better, or she rapidly assumes the cosmopolitan standard of virtue and becomes worse."

"To the child, the genius with imagination, or the wholly untraveled, the approach to a great city for the first time is a wonderful thing."

"[She] shook her head. Like all women; she was there to object and be convinced. It was for him to brush the doubts away and clear the path if he could."

"She saw what [he] liked; in a vague way she saw where he was weak. It lessens a woman's opinion of a man when she learns that his admiration is so pointedly and generously distributed. She sees but one object of supreme compliment in this world, and that is herself. If a man is to succeed with many women, he must be all in all to each."

"She was no talker. She could never arrange her thoughts in fluent order. It was a matter of feeling with her, strong and deep."

"...He began writing her regularly-a letter every morning, and begging her to do as much for him. He was not literary by any means, but experience of the world and his growing affection gave him somewhat of a style...[He] surprised himself with his fluency. By the natural law which governs all effort, what he wrote affected upon him..."

"She increased in value in his eyes because of her objection. She was something to struggle for, and that was everything."

-Theodore Dreiser, Sister Carrie

. . . and this is only page 132 of 400 which I can't seem to force myself to read.

In five words or less. . .

it seems to be a recurring topic, so whether you know me, are related to me, love me, hate me, never met me, use the comment feature to please describe ME in five words or less. You can be anonymous, I don't mind.

/annoying/pretty/punctual/overbearing/fun/neurotic/boring/smart/perfectionist/crazy/loyal/beautiful/stuck-up/materialistic/outgoing/shy/bitch/blah/blah/blah

To blog or not to blog?

I write about random sh*t all the time. I write about how crowded the train is, now that school started. I write about global freezing, because whatever the "experts" are calling global warming, I'm always cold. I write about the crazy hours I work and the random stuff that happens to me. Yet, I always tip-toe around my real feelings and go in circles on subjects that really matter. I am scared. Scared, that people that know me personally won't look at me the same. Well, maybe that's not a bad thing, you say. Each of us has a persona that we've developed through many years of practice - maybe you're the I'm always nice despite myself; maybe the dumb blonde that's not so dumb; maybe the shopaholic with a good heart? I can't seem to classify myself because nobody is that one-dimensional, not even my examples.

I'm the workaholic, tough chick. I am driven. I dress well (by everyone's standards but my own). I am a go-getter and a loyal friend. I fight for what I believe in. So, how do I show a sign of weakness? What will that do to my "persona?" What will people think? I am sure that those of my friends/family that follow my blog are thinking, "we know your weaknesses, we know your fragility." I doubt anyone really knows. I don't want to share via public forum, maybe I really do need an anonymous blog - just for an unbiased perspective and it's cheaper than therapy.

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Stranger things may have happened . . .
it's interesting the google ads that pop up in your gmail . . .

Will work for shoes...

Yes, that's me - workaholic who can't resist a beautiful pair of stilettos, boots, sandals, flats, etc. So after my wonderful aftertoon of drinking mimosas, nibbling on hors d'oeuvres while cruising around Manhattan mingling with my co-workers and our group's high profile client, I did what any sensible girl would do - I went shopping! (Was that a really bad run-on?) My feet were killing me from walking around in my Manolo's and luckily I bought a very cute pair of flats (amongst other things), which I wore straight out of Loehmann's. Besides, the fact that my feet were killing me, the flats are cute and I finally used up my store credit from last year, I got my 15% off birthday discount and who doesn't love a bargain?

Then, on to making a great "business" deal left me a few short blocks from one of the very best(est) shoe stores in NYC, Petit Peton [note to self, add hyperlink]. The guy forgot his name, again, damnit) was super helpful and why wouldn't he be, I walked out with [technically] two pairs of boots and a pair of Zanotti sandals to die for. So its
been a very productive evening, to say the least. Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket? Happy (almost) birthday to me!

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Honesty, honestly

When I have nothing good to read, I write. Woland keeps giving me good ideas with his comments, so I continue with psychobabble...

So, do I talk honestly about myself? I do - to those that matter. Of course, my judgement gets clouded sometimes, but that's a whole different blog post. Should I write about honesty in general? That's pretty boring. Now, honestly where do I start?

I've been staring at my screen from Canal Street to Prospect Park and nothing. Maybe tomorrow.

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Alla will understand

I can't sleep, again. I woke up with the thought that I will undersand, because I always do. I understand why people don't come to my birthday even though they haven't missed any other events all week. I understand the promised phone calls that never come. "Why don't we go here?" "Well, Alla wanted to go there." "It's okay, Alla will understand!" There's a lot I want to say, but can't without getting personal and I have no desire for getting personal at 5 am, hope you understand because ALLA DOES NOT UNDERSTAND!

Money Matters

When it comes to money, there's never enough and it is always a sensitive topic. Money is almost as taboo as sex and everyone's always in need for more. Therefore, the only socially accepted markers of ones' income are all the materialistic things that one may acquire in proportion to their income and the outward appearances that cash may buy them. However, these "markers" seldom reflect the individual's true financial position.

Some people prefer to drive a "pimped out" leased car meanwhile living with their parents with not a penny to their name. Others will spend money on all kinds of gadgets that they will never use. Some mayinvest and some may travel, while others may just have a weakness for shoes. We are a consumer nation that lives in credit, so things we own are seldom ours. The house and the car belong to the bank as do the student loans and credit card debt at 18% apr. Smart. I once did a budget for a friend (and frequent commentor on my blog) and established that he spends $30K more than he makes. While the excel formula was wrong, I think it illustrates my point. Yet, when you're young you want to have the nice clothes, shoes and car. You want to go out and you want to have the latest "smart" phone to text your friends this evening's itinerary. Oh, and if you still need a place to live and food to eat then maybe the latest louboutins, benz and starbucks each morning just aren't for you. And since we are going down this dark, gloomy road, what happens if you lose your job, or your partner? You can't sell the apartment, 5 series and manolos. Yes, I'm being dramatic. That's what I do. I am also an accountant and a planner.

I love my Louis (whis is worth $150 more than last year) and I don't yet own Loubutins while rocking Manolos and Lorenzis. My car was nice 5 years ago when I bought it and not so nice 2 years ago when I sold it. I don't have a problem going out and don't remember the last time I couldn't go somewhere because I was broke. There are plenty of "nice" things that I'd love to own and many "exotic" places I'd love to visit. My bank account isn't suffering despite the pitfalls of the economy. I'm always the one to lend a friend a dollar or a thousand, yet somehow at the end of the day after working for 15 years, not missing a single social outing, dressing well enough to constantly receive compliments, owning an apartment and a car (yes, the radiator blew up), I'm still cheap. While many people my age are either knee deep in debt, living paycheck to paycheck or not working at all, I'm blogging about what most people don't want to talk about. Well, that's not entirely true, people want bling, everyone wants blings, few people understand the sacrifices. And maybe there's 1% or 10% that were born with a silver spoon, most people even the richest of the rich had to work for it.

Whether it was an idea that turned golden, a career that took off, a talent that was discovered or a deal that was sold, it happened partly through luck and mostly through hard work. I wish everyone to reap the benefits of their own hard work - it makes the Choos that much more comfortable, the Infiniti drive better and the apartment, "home".

The thoughts I get when I leave work at 7:30 on a very unproductive day. :) hmm, maybe it'd be nice to be a trophy wife. I could get bored, of course, of constant pampering, luncheons, auctions & fundraisers, beautiful houses & cars and a very shallow existence without any real friendship or love.

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All this talk of memories . . .

makes me think of one of the best movies, The Way We Were. It was even cited in SATC, no that that's a requirement or anything, but no "memory" conversation is complete without:

never forgotten

sept. 11, 2001 is a day that a lot of people will never forget. it's a day that every new yorker remembers. it touched so many of us in different ways. as a comment on my blog by woland yesterday points out, tragedy brings people together. few of us will ever forget where we were, who were we with or who we knew that perished on that fateful morning. movies have been made and books have been written, but as is always with life, it goes on.

sept. 9 marked 22 years since my grandfather has been gone and i didn't even light a candle, as my grandmother always did. everyone in my family has different views of my grandfather. he was a soldier, a veteran and a strict man. yet, i remember him as the man who sprinkled me with sugar and told me that I'd be sweet forever. i remember bringing him bread to the hospital. i remember "tetya motya" and the red calendar pages. on a recent family trip, i learned things about my grandfather that i didn't know before. my memories of him remain unchanged.

Family Matters, Comment Frenzy, etc.

At one time or another, all of us judged our parents, siblings and other close relatives. Yet, as I'm coming to realize more and more lately, there's nobody that will love you, care for you and be there for you like your family. We all get preoccupied with the mundaness of everyday life and don't realize who is there with us through it all- our bad days and our excitement, through washing dishes and doing laundry, through birthdays and holidays - through life, and through
death. Many of us are fortunate enough to also have friends that become such an intricate part of our everyday lives that they become an extension of our families.

Like most families, mine is crazy in its own right. We fight. We laugh. We cry. We forget to call each other. We get upset at things others do or say, or don't do or say. We judge. But, we are all
connected and alike in many more ways than I think any of us care to admit. We lost a very dear person to all of us, two months ago. She was the matriarch that insisted on family outings and celebrations. She was the radiant smile and the voice of wisdom when most of us didn't care to listen, or have the time to stop by for an hour. She was lucky enough to raise two sons, five granddaughters and see four great-grandkids. I am proud to say that despite all of life's
hardships that my grandmother lived through, she instilled something great in each of us.

In the last two months, I got to know my family as I never did before. Through this hardship I wanted to be only with my family. I didn't run, like I usually do. I wasn't the rock for everyone around me. Everyone around me was my rock. Through several email/aim/face-to-face conversations with various members of my family in the recent months, I got to know a different side of them - a side that I didn't necessarily know existed - a side that was intrically similar to myself, but from a completely different angle.

Attention motivates me, as does appreciation. Today's frenzy of comments left me with a feeling of wanting to write more, to share more, to discuss more. (You can now subscribe to my blog, see bar on the right. For those of you that like to keep your presence on my blog, and in my life anonymous, you can do so anonymously). My grandmother, as I assume most women (and even men) loved attention. She liked when people called her, brought her flowers (she loved flowers), and spent time with her. She liked the warmth of the human touch, but it (as all attention) had to be genuine. She'd rather you come and see her for five minutes knowing that you want to be there, then stay 3 hours wishing you were somewhere else. I read her anecdotes from Russian newspapers that she collected and watched "zhizn' prekrassna" and news from Israel. I told her about my friends and she about my grandfather and hers. I ate even when I wasn't hungry. I always thought that there will be next weekend when I could hear yet another story.

Life is short. Duh! I'm so glad that Anna put the history of our family together that I keep planning to see "next weekend." I'm ecstatic that us girls are getting close, to some extent like we used to and to some like we always have and yet on a completely different level. Maybe it's because we're all adults now. Maybe it's because each of us has the matriarchial duty instilled in us. Maybe it's that we are a family and for the first time in a very long time, if ever, I really feel like one.

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I blog, therefore I am

Although my "fan-base" has tremendously increased in the recent months, the commenting has significally decreased. I desperately crave the attention of my readers. Whether it's to say, "wow, that was a beautiful shot" (which I have received orally from so many of you) or "why are you writing this garbage?" I write because it puts things in perspective for me. My written language is better then my spoken language. And even though, I have a tendency to go in circles and travel in tangents even when I write, it's still much clearer than my mental jumble.

When I started my blog in late 2006, few people knew the word. Now, everyone's a blogger. Well, maybe not everyone, but two of my cousins have joined the blogosphere. It's nice when two of the more private people in your family decide to share their thoughts/feelings with the world. Hmmm....am I a private person? When I was younger, I was an open book for anyone who cared (or didn't) care to listen. As I got older, I became more reserved - yet I still need to hear myself talk to make any sense of what's going on inside me. Now, I'm usually more selective on who I share what with and then there's the great anonymity of the net. No, obviously not on my blog. There are others, far less, or rather far more personal, yet very, very anonymous. Why? Because sharing your real feelings with everyone you know is a lot harder than sharing them with random strangers.

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Insomnia

I'm so tired that I'm falling over my own two feet. Yet, now that I finally have a chance to sleep, I can't. I'm exhausted. I'm tired mentally, emotionally and physically. My thoughts don't let me rest. My short "relaxing" getaway last weekend went right out the window on Tuesday back at work. While today is Saturday, I kept thinking it's Friday and really it's 3:15 so it's already Sunday. Where does the time go?

I'll be 25 in two weeks, the "quarter-life" crisis, yet I think that I've been 24 going on 40 ever since I was about 15. I wonder if at 40 I'll be going on 80 or on 25. It'd be nice to live in reverse, knowing what you know to do things over. Yet, perhaps that's the beauty of life - not knowing - trusting your instincts, or not; making decisions; living. Why do I feel that I'm not living? I feel that I have everything that any "normal" person may ever want to have. Yet, something is missing and I wish I knew what it is. Maybe I'm over and maybe I'm under, but maybe the circular motion of my thoughts needs to end. I wish I could be a simpler person, then my life might be simpler. But, I don't take things lightly, I take them to heart. I analyze and over analyze every little thing. I wish everyone in my life would be healthy and happy and I feel that no one really is. I feel different. I always have. I want to be creative, yet I don't have the cajones to do anything exciting.

My escapism is reading - losing myself in a good book. For me, a book is good, I realized, as long as I can identify in some way with a character. If I can't, then it's not a good book, unless it's witty. I love dry humor and sarcastic wit, which is so hard to find these days. I finished The Picture of Dorian Gray. It was awesome. Quotes to follow. Promise. I don't have anything on my reading list. . .suggestions welcome.

If that wasn't totally random, then I don't know what is. I wish I was sleepy again, maybe I shouldn't have drank 2 cups of coffee. erf.

Its been a long short week

...And for me it still isn't over. My thoughts are a jumble, more so,
than usual. I'm over and under. I have the need and urge to write as
I am bored on an express bus that is currently under water (in the
battery tunnel). While I'm the only one that just managed to escape
from work, everyone is so super busy that they are running late. Is
punctually not a virtue? Back to sleep and to the recycling of my own
thoughts...

...Enjoy the weekend!

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Quote (or rather spam) for the day

Whatever you give a woman, she's going to multiply.

If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby.

If you give her a house, she'll give you a home.

If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal.

If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.

She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her.

If you give her a little sadness, she’ll give you a load of grief. So,

If you give her any crap, you’re gonna get a ton o’ shit.

Love and appreciate all the women in your life.

The Best Cartoon EVER

Oooops . . . I forgot to blog . . .

. . .recently went to see the Dali Exhibit at the MoMA (highly recommended) and saw the best cartoon ever. Yes, cartoon. Apparently, Dali had collaborated with Disney to put together a cartoon Destino, the story of which can be read on Wiki but in a nutshell the project didn't get comleted until 2003 (yes, both Dali and Disney were long gone in 2003, but the legacy remains) . . .

I looooooooove Dali!

Family Fun 2008

If our radiator didn't blow up and if Danik didn't go swimming with his phone the trip might of been a little less fun. Yet, being stranded on Route 80 in the middle of a rainy night, getting a ride in a tow truck and then attempting to find the shop where we left my dad and Danik all proved for a good laugh. As did, the Lemon and Safari and how can I forget Destiny? Either way, the weekend was great and too short. Here are a few "artsy" pictures from our many "photo sessions". . . now, back to work.

For all pix, see my fotki account. Videos to follow on YouTube. Comments welcome and so is a new camera :-) My birthday is coming up, hint hint. . .

This is our "Lake House"