Sunday, February 26, 2012

Scary Aminals

On the wall at the bottom of the stairs hangs three photographs of my brother and my dad when my brother was about five. The trio is called "Scary Aminals" and a different "terrifying" face is featured in each picture.

For our second annual birthday visit, my cousin Naomi and I decided to recreate "Scary Aminals" with some goosebump-inducing expressions of our very own. Good luck falling asleep tonight after you see these.






Saturday, February 4, 2012

So That Happened

Here's a STH all the way from the crypt of my unfinished posts that I half-wrote and then forgot about. This gem is from about a month and a half ago. Because that's how I like to bring you the news of my life: 45 days late and no longer relevant.

1. The other day, when I was trying to buckle my seatbelt in a crowded three-person backseat, my mom accused me of "getting fresh" with her. In case none of you have ever had your mothers accuse you of getting fresh with them, it is not exactly a joyous occasion.

2. I was watching the semifinals of the FIFA Club World Cup tonight. Kashiwa (Japan) against Santos (Brazil). The match took place in Japan. Now, I'm all for learning other languages. I'm even all for creating enormous banners in other languages to hang at sporting events (as I may or may not have done this - thank you, Casey and Edwin!). But if you're going to make a banner in your second language, please have it checked first, preferably by a native speaker of that language. Failing to do so results in such sayings as "We're Kashiwa Stupid!" Doesn't your heart just want to curl into a ball and dissolve? Kashiwa went on to lose the championship. I bet Santos went stupid when they won.

3. We're doing Holiday Week with the kids at work. Today I was explaining the story of Hanukkah, and the further I got into the tale the more impressed I became with myself and that fact that I, the world's crappiest fake half-Jew, could give such a thorough description of this particular religious holiday. It wasn't until I was home, hours later, that I realized I had accidentally told them the story of Passover.

4. Speaking of work, a parent told me last week that I have the patience of a saint. Pretty sure he just caught me during a good hour.