Three Children

Let us begin with a joke: 

Knock knock

Who's there?

To

To Who?

To Whommmmmm

Now, I chose to start of the with the nerdiest joke in the entire world because someone mentioned in passing that last week's blog was more "serious" than usual. I put the word in quotation marks because it can't be that my blog was serious; it's simply not in its genes. But this is what I was told, and now my job for this week is to put to rest any doubts that anyone has that my blog is a serious piece of literature. 

So, let us commence with the craziness:

Shabbos with the Steinsies was an lovely and fun experience, as it always is. The only problem is that so many of the fun things are said and discussed and done on Shabbos, when I can't document them for all posterity. Just know that my seal laugh came out many times Friday night. 

We did some Parsha questions, where we learned that the stones around Yaakov's head could have been crembo, and there was something about a pizza store in there somewhere, if I recall correctly. Which I might not, because I have EOOPS (remember, the E is silent). I also have YAS, so I'm not quite sure how that works. 

On Shabbos day, we played a great, intense game of "Going on a Picnic", where Mrs. Steinsy came up with a clue that good and well stumped us. Let's see if you can figure out what these words have in common: 

kite, coin, people, book, country song, Gilligan's Island Theme Song, Haley's comet, and there were more but I can't remember them because, again, EOOPS.

If you can guess it, kudos to you!

So, Shabbos was truly a great experience. 

Now, let us go to some questions about Dilman Dude from @MaltaAndTzvi:

Q1: Does he know about negder and leekob?

I sit here, reminiscing about those beautiful pieces of artwork on the door of my room, boasting these words that don't mean anything and have never meant anything, and yet they convey so much about what I feel and who I am. Woah, that was weird. I just got nostalgic about words that I made up. How odd is that. Speaking of odd, I am going to be even soon, which is really sad. I don't want to be even. I want to be odd! Sorry about that tangent. He does not know about negder and leekob, because the Hudic language has unfortunately become dead. And that is sad.  

Q2: Have you told him about the mourning period for Charlie Hobbes?

Why would you even remind me of that????

Q3: Does he know about your past experiences with being old people in plays?

He knows about my current experiences with being an old person. Yes, he knows I knit. And he knows I play bridge. No, he doesn't know what bridge is. 

Q4: Does he know about my triplets?

Now, this is a loaded question. I feel like that could possibly be a slightly important point that I should let him know. But I don't know how to say it without sounding like a crazy person. Even though I am a crazy person, he doesn't fully know that yet. So...any suggestions for how I should tell him that I AM CARRYING THREE CHILDREN!

Strange Snippet of the week: 

Teacher speaking about why she doesn't like a certain program: "I don't like it, because it's so...organized."

Well, that was not what I thought was going to come after that pause. Maybe hard, not well-written, difficult to understand, stupid, but not organized. Oh, well. To each her own, I guess. 

In other news, I went a cousin's wedding last Wednesday. It was so nice. Got to see lots of family, some of whom I had never met. I was super social, which is very hard for me, as you know. But I didn't spit at anyone this time. 

I went shopping the other day. Got lots of healthy food. Yuck. And I got a menorah. Not sure where we're going to light in our dorms, but most likely we will break the rules and light in a place that is not allowed. Hopefully, we won't get kicked out. 

On that hopeful note, I'm gonna bow out. Or curtsy. But probably fall over because I have no balance and no coordination and very little grace. And I'll probably break something when I fall over, either my bone or someone else's. So, curtsying is out. I have just bowed to you all. 

Toodles from Hoodles!