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Why Jews are Awesome and taking Mental Vacations to a Whole New Level

Hanukkah Present Day 5 1003 Great Things About Being Jewish One of those easy-reading trivia style books that are popular gifts for the holidays. This book lists a variety of reasons why Jewish people kick some major tukis (see yesterday’s post if you’re confused). Including such observations as: “Everyone knows that kosher hot dogs rule.” and ” Where else does a 13-year-old get to say, “Today, I am a man”?”

The thing is – if the person receiving your gift is truly Jewish, they’ll say, “What? Only one thousand and three?”

Christmas Gift Idea Day 16 Your own tropical island. Ok, for the price, I was expecting to actually get an island of my own, you know a teeny tiny one somewhere out Papua New Guinea way? Or at least a vacation on an island where I am the only one there. But no, for $8,000+ you can get a hammock and some fake trees that will “mist you on a hot summer day.” They don’t accept returns on this product for any reason, which doesn’t surprise me a bit – cuz I suspect Buyer’s Remorse sets in pretty darn quick on this island.

Hanukkah Ham & Do It Yourself Reindeer Poop

Hanukkah Present Day 4:  A Hanukkah Ham!!!    You may be thinking, “Well, what could be wrong with a perfectly nice ham for the holidays?” Apparently this was the same thought of a fancy food store in Greenwich Village NY, who posted signs advertising that their hams were “Delicious for Hanukkah!” Someone finally took mercy and notified them that, um, Jews don’t eat pork. Then they ran to the media laughing their tukis off.

Christmas Gift Idea Day 17: Make your own Reindeer Poop  When I was a kid, if you were naughty you got coal in your stocking (I remember one year my Mom actually did it to my brother…he got his gifts later that morning, but she let him sweat a little first – hey, the kid deserved it). I guess like everyone else, Santa is getting more environmentally friendly, and instead of coal he leaves Reindeer droppings for naughty girls and boys. The site includes instructions how to make your own poop (malted milk balls) and even provides a poem you can include with your crappy gift.

Singers & Liars

Hanukkah Day 3: Shlock Rock Now, I thought listening to the band at my cousin’s wedding perform Men At Work’s Land Down Under in Yiddish was a once in a lifetime experience, but apparently, I can relive the delight of that memory. Their most recent release (the 27th!) includes parodied versions of hits from Green Day, Counting Crows and the Black-Eyed-Peas. According to their website, “The theme of the CD is Re-Jew-Venating!”

Wow. I couldn’t make this shit shlock up if I tried.

Christmas Gift Idea Day 18: Portable Lie Detector If you’ve ever wondered what to get a teacher – look no further. I can’t imagine how much fun I would have had in class with this one. “Your dog died so you didn’t have time to study and want an extension on that test? No problem, just need ya to take this little test first.” “Oh, you wrote that perfect 9 page essay on Julius Caesar yourself? Hmmm, I just need you to answer a few questions.” Bwahahahahahah! The fun would never end! Just don’t let the kiddos get a hold of it and ask YOU about Santa.

PS – If you’re obsessed with the Christmas Countdown, check out ABC family’s site – aside from listing all the shows they are airing as part of their 25 Days of Christmas, they have a countdown to Christmas clock – right to the last second.

Mr. T and Fortune Cookies

Whaaaaaa? You might say. And then you realize – it must be time for the next installment of my super-awesome gift guide!

Hannukah (or Hanukkah, or Chanukkah or…) Day #2: Gigantic Holiday Fortune Cookies. Because, who wouldn’t love to crack open a cookie “dotted With Blue And White Sprinkles And Decorated With Torahs, Stars Of David, Doves And Menorahs” ? This is a perfect gift because let’s face it – Jews love Chinese food.

Yes, I said it.

Christmas Gift Idea #19: Mr. T in your Pocket. Yep. A talking Mr. T keychain. I’m so adding this to my wishlist. And it’s a gift that keeps on giving – this keychain may one day save a friend’s life, cuz Mr. T? He’s so much better than mace.

Happy Hannukah! and 20 shopping days to Christmas.

That’s right, I am one of those lucky few to celebrate both these December gift-giving (& receiving!) holidays. My mother’s side of the family is Jewish, so we celebrate more out of tradition and respecting/preserving our heritage than anything else. Christmas is still the big deal around here. Growing up our house was the one ablaze with Christmas lights and Santa on the roof…and a GINORMOUS Star of David made out of sparkly lights in the window.

So let the countdown begin! For each of the 8 days of Hannukah I shall feature a wonderful gift that is either excessively cheesy-Jewish-kitsch, or something my Nanny would have loved (which may fall under category #1 anyway).

And from now until Christmas Eve, I shall feature some of the more outrageous ideas for gift giving in celebration of Jesus’ b-day that I can find.

L’chaim! Let the fun begin.

HANNUKAH PRESENT Day#1: Latke Larry: The Singing Hannukah Doll – featuring the voice of Jerry Stiller (perhaps better known as creator of the manzier and father to George on Seinfeld). Happy Festivus you zany old goat.

Christmas Gift Idea #20: The Rubberband Shooter. My husband told me about this one – first listed on 2007’s most dangerous toys – it’s a series of guns that – you guessed it – shoot rubberbands. Now what could be so dangerous about that? My favorite model is the Double Dawg Hawg – for the cute lil’ redneck in your life. Shoot your eye out? Yeah, if you’re lucky that’s all the damage this brilliant example of moronic marketing will inflict.

Well? What are you waiting for? Get shopping!

Why Christmas Letters Bah My Humbug

I got myself into a little trouble with this opinion over at a message board for Mom’s that I help organize. So, I thought I’d preface this entry with a disclaimer: Disclaimer Part 1:  I am an opinionated, often sarcastic bit of a tart (as my husband calls me) and will often speak openly of my like or dislike of all and sundry – please do not take my opinions personally…trust me, they more than likely have nothing to do with you  – if they did, you’d probably know already.  Disclaimer part 2: If my comments are directed to you personally, than please, don’t take it beyond the subject I am referring to. For example, I have a friend who LOVES Clay Aiken. I’m serious, the woman travels the country to see him in concert. Personally, I think the guy is a bit of a tool and you’d have to PAY ME to see him in concert, but hey, to each his own. My friend knows exactly how I feel, but understands that just because I heartily dislike something she adores does not mean I heartily dislike her. There’s the kicker – I think some people truly believe that if you don’t like or approve of whatever they eat, drink, listen to, watch, and do – then you don’t like or approve of them. This is just not the case…if it was, my marriage would be a shambles!

The reason for the above disclaimer stems from a post on the Mom’s message board I mentioned. Someone had posted an entry on Christmas Cards saying she was frustrated that she sends out lots of cards, but many of the people she sends to do not reciprocate and she was beginning to resent it and didn’t want to send cards to said non-senders. My reply was that I send cards regardless, sure, it’s disappointing that they don’t respond – but that’s really not the point of the cards in the first place. I then went on to discuss my feelings on the “Christmas letter” (which I will expostulate on further in a minute here). My opinions raised some hackles, and a few snippy responses on the poor quality of friends I must maintain and how oh so wrong I am. Geez! Don’t get so defensive  – and don’t pick on my friends…only I can do that.

So, without further ado – my opinion of the Christmas letter (I pretty much am just cutting and pasting my original post from that message board).

The initial post: I love writing and sending Christmas cards and really love getting them back – yeah it’s upsetting when people don’t send one in return…but I keep sending them anyway! It’s all about spreading the Christmas Joy. We only did the letter thing the year Aishtyn was born – I think they tend to be kind of cheesy, melodramatic, and often impersonal. SO I’d rather jot a few lines specifically for who the card is intended for and include a holiday photo if I think they’d care to have one. I love shopping for cards the day after Christmas and keeping a stockpile. Aishtyn and my husband enjoy putting holiday stickers all over the envelopes. We all get into it. smile


I have stopped sending cards to only 1 friend, she keeps moving and never lets me know her new address – so I have to track it down from her Mom, and I’m tired of it – if she wants to let me know where she’s at – she KNOWS where I am! The thing I find a teensy annoying is that I often won’t get a card from many people until they have got mine in the mail – even though I send them one every year…well, at least they are returning the kindness!

My response to the complaints about the first post: As usual, I fear my opinionated self may have stepped on some toes. I wasn’t referring to anyone here on the board – just giving my opinion on Christmas letters. If you took my comment personally, I’m sorry.
I said I feel the letters are impersonal because they’re typed up and shipped off one size fits all style to everyone, close friend and casual acquaintance alike. Now, if, like Tegan – you send 50+ cards, then I can certainly understand the time saving appeal! I typically send 30 or less, so not a big deal for me – and since most of my close friends and family live within an hour – they know everything that has happened and don’t need an update.

As for being cheesy & melodramatic – that’s just the people I know!
Here are some examples of the letters I’ve recv’d:
“The dog died, Uncle George had an infection in his eye, Aunt Mabel still has terrible arthritis, Grandma got food poisoning, etc etc etc” I am changing names and ailments, but you get the idea – this is supposed to be a time to count our blessings – not moan, groan and complain! And I really don’t need to hear about Cousin Mark’s torn groin muscle at Christmas or any daytongue
Now I said count your blessings, not parade them a la Donald Trump – it’s always nice to hear when friends & family are doing well – but the “We spent a lovely holiday in Key West, then George got a big promotion, then little Mia was first place in 20 dance contests, and picked to be the best student in all the world, then I sewed 500 blankets for an orphanage in Russia while losing 60 pounds and winning Mrs. America. All this before we moved into our new home in the best neighborhood in town and started a very successful gift basket business.” This is what stirs up schadenfreude in people.
Then there’s always the married couple who has pets instead of kids and goes into great detail about the adventures of their cute little kitties.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I know it’s the thought that counts – and I appreciate that they send us a card/letter and let us know how they’re doing – but my sarcastic side can’t help but roll its eyes and snicker – that’s just medevilish

I do however, want to say that a friend of mine had a really cool idea last year – she made a montage photo of stuff, then labeled it with #’s and you had to play a kind of I Spy game to match up an item with an event from that year (like a medal or a trophy that one of her kids won, undies when one got potty-trained, etc).

So…are you pissed at me too now? I bet you won’t be sending me a Christmas letter. O

Oh dear.

Maybe you will.

International Santa

So we have established the fact that Santa only brings one gift to each child since he can’t fit more than that in his sack of presents. (Besides, we want some of the credit, glory, and gratitude of the delight of Christmas morning!) So Aishtyn knows that she asks Santa for the one thing she wants more than anything else. This year it is a pair of Charlie and Lola dolls. They are characters from a UK book series that has been turned into a cartoon series that the Disney channel picked up. Fortunately, the books and DVD’s are widely available in the U.S. Unfortunately, the toys are not.  So what to do? Currently the British pound is worth more than 2x the U.S. dollar, which means at Amazon uk, the dolls are selling for $30, and that’s before the cost of air mail. I’m finding them somewhat cheaper on e-bay, and will go that route if I have to, but first I tried something unconventional (it was my husband’s idea). At first we thought we’d ask a close friend of ours who has several relatives in England buy the dolls and ship them over, but then we thought about it and decided it was safer not to go that route, since we’d probably end up with a box of British ale and porn instead. So hubby suggested I post a question on one of the message boards I frequent that has several girls who live in the UK. I thought that was a great idea, since recently when a new book was released many of the American girls shipped books across the pond to those who would otherwise have to wait a few more months for the release. So I posted my request and will see what happens – worse case, I buy the dolls off e-bay.

The things you do for your kids, hell, I’m wearing fairy wings right now. I’m serious, she wanted me to put on a pair so I did. Yep, picture me sitting here in my pj’s typing away with a pair of pink glittery fairy wings on. Well, maybe you don’t want to picture that.

Pregnancy Dreams that Turn into Fears

Ok – so I know that when you’re pregnant you have all these extra hormones racing around and aside from making you nauseous, tired, crabby or all of the above it can make you have some pretty freakin’ weird dreams.

Last night the dream was more unsettling than freaky. I dreamt that my new baby was born with Downs Syndrome, and that she seemed to love my sister more and preferred her attention and affection over mine. I woke up and though whatever, just a dream, right? Well, later that day I was at a holiday craft fair, and Aishtyn walks up to this little boy with Downs Syndrome and befriends him in her usual Aishtyn manner. That evening, I was reading the latest issue of Parenting magazine where a featured article concerned the life of a family whose 3rd child was born with Downs. All these events, insignificant and normal in their own right, are freaking me out for the simple reason that they occurred within less than 24 hours of each other.

I know everything is more than likely fine, and I am just suffering the hyper-worry that all moms-to-be go through, but it is still heart-wrenching.

At my last Dr’s visit, I turned down all the tests and screenings they do for things like Downs, simply because I don’t know what I could possibly do with that information. I don’t think I could terminate the pregnancy…aside from the fear that the results could be wrong, there is the fact that I have worked and known people with Downs and they lead happy, reasonably normal lives and are just as entitled to their chance at life as the rest of us. Of course I realize in some measure the strain such a situation will be to our family – but that cannot be reason enough to choose to end this child’s chance at life in this family.

All this of course is rambling – as I said, I didn’t take any of the tests or have any of the screenings done. And though a part of me is screaming to run into the office at my next Dr. appt saying, “YES! Give me the tests!” I don’t think I will – I fear how such tests may harm the baby, I worry about a false positive or an unclear answer – and finally, I think – if my worst fears are realized – I don’ t think I am ready to face that fear until and if it becomes a reality.

With Aishtyn I was so terrified of something – anything – going wrong. My husband and I seemed to be doing so well, our life was so smooth, that I figured it was tempting fate to assume we would have a perfect baby too. We were blessed though, and our baby girl was every miracle we could have asked for. Now the fear is, how dare I tempt fate twice? I know logically – statistically – I am healthy and strong and will give birth to a healthy and strong and “normal” baby…but you know, when you’re pregnant – logic sometimes has nothing to do with it.

So, while I try to encourage logic to win out – here’s something on a lighter note concerning the illogical side-effects of pregnancy: check out my list of cravings…to be updated as they hit me.

All hail the Belly Button

Some kids have a favorite blankie. Some kids suck their finger or thumb. Some are attached to a pacifier, nuk, doo-dah, whatever you call it. Others have a favorite stuffed animal. For my daughter – her source of comfort and object of self-soothing is her belly button. From the day she found it, Miss A has had a special love affair with her little outtie of a belly button. When she was nursing as a baby, she enjoyed playing with mine (I have an innie, and a little baby finger wiggling around in your belly button is a weird sensation, let me tell you), but since then she has graduated to enjoying her own. She hates overalls or any other clothing that restricts her from full “belly button access.”

Some recent developments include “Super Belly Button!” In which, she pinches her her abdominal extremity like she is pulling it forward and zooms around the room.

As they grow older, children will sometimes develop an imaginary friend as another way to self-soothe. It appears Miss A’s belly button is a full-service appendage; she has given it its own voice (kind of high and squeaky) and just the other night she told my husband that, “Belly button wants to be a person.”

I guess the good news is she can never lose it like a stuffed toy or pacifier, and it won’t damage her teeth.

I wonder if perhaps Baby #2 will have the same fascination for belly buttons as his/her sister. Miss A talks to baby through my belly button (I suppose she thinks it acts as some kind of microphone or telephone line) and at the Dr. yesterday, when he was trying to find the heartbeat, he couldn’t at first. Turns out he was looking too low on my abdomen, as soon as he moved up, there baby was, heartbeat galloping away…just to the right of my belly button.