3.23.2010

Uncle Arthur

Just met Atara's Uncle Arthur at Le Marais for lunch yesterday.  All I can say is that he's a great guy, and I had a great time.

A few interesting points to know about Uncle Arthur:
  • It might not be a good idea to send him manure as a gift on Farmville.  
  • Pesach desserts irritate him. 
  • He thinks of his cockapoo (sp?) as one of his children and refers to him as "the 3 year old"
I'm really happy that so far all of Atara's relatives are really nice and normal. 

Oh, and Le Marais' chocolate mousse is the bomb diggity.  Just know that. 

3.16.2010

SHE SURVIVED!

Atara and I are back from Florida, and everything worked out just fine.  Family loved her.  Publix loved her.  The sunshine loved her.  Fish and Beaker sort of loved her.  Took some nice pictures, went to City Place, the beach, and just chilled out.  Shabbos dinner was a little awkward, but other than that we all had a lot of fun.  Came back with a few nice quotations from my grandmother.  Such aaaas...

"Someone go down and get the garbage.  I need to check my sterling." 

"No, no.  Don't use a brown colored bag to take the food.  Take this white bag.  I would never travel with a brown colored bag." 

Hehe.  Here are some pics.



3.11.2010

Ugh. Our flight was delayed from 229 to 9pm. Riots will soon commence.

3.10.2010

Goin to FL

Atara is in BK right now packing up her stuff.  Tomorrow around 11AM we're going to West Palm Beach to visit my family.  This is Atara's first time meeting my parents.  It's gonna be hella fun. 

I've eaten waaay too much dairy this week, and I feel like puking.  Chobani Chobaniiii

3.06.2010

Shavua Tov! 5 days til Atara and I are in 80 degree weather WOo!

3.05.2010

Atara and I went on our first date in oh....2 months last night? A little Noidue action. Atara needs to learn more about wine, so she can actually choose
a wine she will enjoy. It's all about the grapes.

And Tasti D-Lite needs to step up their game in the peppermint dept...

3.03.2010

The Queeeeesh!

Ooooo mobile bloggey action! What? Atara is gonna look at this tomorrow or something, and be like- "sooo what's his problem, and why was he up at 3am?".
Oh well....

Purim Weekend in Monsey

I went with Atara to Monsey this past weekend to spend Shabbos and Purim with her family and entire neighborhood.  It must have been the most eventful weekend of my life.  Only good things though.  

Atara and I thought it best (Atara's mother thought it best) that we leave Thursday only because the snow storm was so bad.  Getting to the Monsey bus on 42nd and 5th was the most dreadful time, because the ground was covered in an icey wet slush of death, so it made everything 10 times more difficult.  I had to carry Atara on my back all the way to Wesley Hills.

Long story really really short - we got there, everything was super dandy, ate a lot of food, and then went across the street to sleep over at the Benisz's, who are fantastic people.  Then, the power went out early Friday morning! Woo! Everyone in the neighborhood was freaking out, because whatcha gonna do before Shabbos with no power?  I felt so badly for Atara's mother! Everything worked out though and was spectacular.  Though, davening in shul was weird becasue we lit about 50 yartzeit candles, which made my eyes kill.  All in all, food was great, company was great, all was great.  

Until I got sick Motzei Shabbos.  I thought that it was just food poisoning from eating unrefrigerated salad and mayo, but it turned out to be a stomach virus that was going around the neighborhood.  So, my Purim wasn't so festive.  Just a stomach ache and a chaffed bum.  Then, I got Atara sick along with her little brother.  eeek.  sorry.  

I left Monsey a happy camper though.  I had a great time.  Atara's family is wonderful.  And special.  Marc Benisz is a wise man.   


Atara just left to go back to Brooklyn :( 

3.02.2010

Where's the QUEESH, WOMAN?! "It's spelled quiche...., honey"


So, Atara made queesh about 6 hrs ago (read days), *I want a kitchen already i hate HATE kelly's oven* and we're still waiting for it to finish cooking.  Mind you, this delicious *DELICIOUS* broccoli confection is cooking in our fleishig oven in one of the Washington Terrace shanties, so it takes awhile.  Everyone knows you can't cook queesh with tin foil, *honey, it's spelled quiche* but that's what we have to do.  She says we're getting places and it might be done *except there's still a lake in the middle of it, just to taunt me*.  

On another note...Socrates my landlord (Sparadakys) has yet to fix the leak in my roof.  He's fat and Greek *racist? fat has nothing to do with being greek, ahem jennifer aniston ahem*, and may I recommend that he start eating Chobani fat free Greek yogurts?  They are delicious. *maybe if he likes them he'll get you an umbrella to sleep under, rather than you buying one yourself*.  Mr. Benisz (with a z) got me into them.  

Atara is a peeping tom (and will probably edit this).  She's staring intently at the shirtless man across the street.  She can't tear her eyes away. Look at the queesh! It's shirtless too!  *i'm just trying to understand! does he not know we can see him so clearly?! should we hang up a sign that says 'if you can see this just know that it works both ways'?! and really, some people should keep shirts on at all times.  although kelly probably would just say 'he's greek.'*