This is religious torture. Pesach is more stressful than being a devout Catholic. Try cleaning out your cabinets in 24 hours!
My kids had a gymnastics meet in San Francisco and I'm telling you I am going to have to take up Russian as a second language! I can't keep up but I try!
I'm sitting next to a mother who has been polite to me during this entire gymnastics "event" and something happens...I don't even know what, but this chick suddenly breaks out in crazy Russian after turning to me and my husband.
She pauses, looks me in the eye and then says in perfect English: "Was I just talking to you in Russian?" I told her: "Don't worry about it, people do this all the time to me in New Jersey so I'm used to it."
Anyway, in English she was an impressive "Gym Mom." I literally PALED next to her in knowledge of what the competitions are all about and how many rhinestones you can have on the shoes, the gritty-glittery "Back-Story" of the world of Gymnastics...something I am still so uncomfortable watching.
The STRESS! I'm from New Jersey so I'm always stressed that something is going to happen. We don't take any chances.
I sound like I belong on the cast of Jersey Shore! When routines are being done during a gymnastics event, I treat it like a basketball game. I scream "GET IT!" during the ball segment and sigh "OH MY GAWD!" when a kid misses catching the hoop.
This sport is not for me, or any of my buddies from Paterson! My daughters love the sport and the way I see it is that means less time on the computer, so I'm supportive!
Hopefully you guys are havaing a nice time for Pesach and when these two nights are over, I may convert to Buddhism. It's less food to prepare... easier on the ankle and speaking of ankle.... thanks for asking about me! To those you who don't know, I've been recovering from a broken ankle.
Virtual Jerusalem 'Hoodzpah! Fans are notorious for being brutal when they critique my column but you well-wishers helped my sprits so much so that I wanted to tell everyone...I am off the crutches! AMEN!
Being blessed with being able to be here for yet another Passover, I peel my fourth dozen of eggs with love and realize... the term "soft as an eggshell" is crap. I dare to disagree. Eggshells under your nails are not soft, they are in fact - PAINFUL!
But hey, I'm loving every minute of it!
I always feel like each Pesach is a new season for me. It's my most special time of the year. Looking forward to a lot of work both, spiritually and physically. I leave you with this:
Does anyone know where the Haggadahs are?
Help me!!!!!
Will let you know if I found them when you check me out next week in VJ's "Hoodzpah!" Where we tell you like is is... and like it was!
