What a year it's been! So many great changes, and good things!
VJ has a new editor, Tova who is staying on my Tuchus to be sure I 'deliver' to my Hoodzpah! readers. She is a great gal and really knows how to make me feel guilty when I'm behind in my column! Special thanks to Eric Yellin who brought me into your lives.
Mazel Tov to my husband Mark who joined: Michelman & Robinson, (NY/LA), it's a great law firm, and the families are really fantastic!
I also had the good fortune of teaming up with Sue Katz of "Building 2 Productions." Currently producing on "James and Sunda" on JLTV, Sue also is the director of the LA School of Comedy.
I'm also looking forward to my "Raging Jews of Comedy Tour" produced by Joel Marks and hosted by VJ's own Sunda!
Last minute changes to this column today due to an unexpected "Sunda" experience that I must share.
My kids convinced me to ask my neighbor for a quick playdate with his dog. They had a 15 minute playdate the other day and had a ball! Playdate number 2 was slightly different. I was in a Stephen King novel and I was the star!
I was left with his ball and his treats. "Treats" was the key word that turned this playful pitbull puppy into Lucifer!
As the door slammed, the dog looked at me with a glint in his eye, cocked his head and stopped wagging his tail.
I convinced myself it was my overactive imagination, brought on by my horror novels... but then reality hit.
Aviva gave the dog a treat and he snapped at her other hand for more. Tovah, who is normally petrified of dogs is in love with this pit-bull, and giggling as she's being licked in the face... and this is when I freak out! The dog grins at me in the middle of a lick. Immediately I throw a snack at him.
I pull a stunt on him like the witch in Hansel and Gretel... throwing snacks up the stairs one at a time, leading him to my deck. My plan works as I throw the entire bag outside on my deck and lock the door!
Ordering the kids to their room, we huddled up on the top bunk as this dog is HURLING himself against my glass plated door! I call my poor neighbor 20 times for help and he assures me that it's nothing. "Don't worry, let the dog in and show him you're in charge!"
I said, "Buddy, you're in charge so come back and get him because he's charging... through my plate glass window."
My husband is screaming at me on the phone. I'm screaming at the kids to stop screaming at me as Tovah is calling me "Monster Mom" for putting the dog outside... it was a zoo!
I'm sticking to my cats and the VJ fans! No more dog playdates! My heart can't take the stress!
Thank you for tuning into VJ where we tell you like it is... and like it was! Maybe it's time for me to come back to LA where all the doggies fit into purses!
