Ever have a day (or a couple of days) where you can’t seem to keep your foot (or feet, calves, knees and thighs) out of your mouth?
Yah, my last two days have been like that
I am lacking the brain/mouth filter. The one that says “don’t say that, it’s gonna get you in trouble.” Or I ignore it. Either way, it’s not good. I’m pretty blunt. It either endears you to me, or you hate me for it. I am ok with that. Lately it’s just been worse than usual. Good news though! Today I haven’t stuck any appendages in my mouth, on purpose or by accident
On a slightly better note, SSA called me and claim to have come to a decision regarding Malachai. They want all of our income info, property, etc.. so it can’t be all bad, right? That appointment is on the tenth. I need a dollar. Just a dollar. If we get a dollar, we all qualify for health care. This was never, ever about the money. While it would be nice, we don’t need it. We do need health care.
We had salmon and rice for dinner and almost everyone ate it. Some even asked for seconds. I might be making a brisket tonight. I am stupidly busy today, so I might not.
Dorian has open house tonight at 7:30. I found out today Malachai’s open house is 6:30 – 8, same night. I’ll be hitting that, and running from there to pick up DH and then off to D’s school. Michael accidentally scheduled an appt for tonight
I wrote it in the main shop calendar, not in the appointment book. Damnit. He is gonna try to reschedule his appt, but it’s not a guarantee. I don’t mind going alone to M’s school, but I hate being alone at D’s school. I have to go though, because I haven’t met his teachers yet!
Speaking of, his Ivrit teacher phoned me this afternoon about some questions I had written last week. Apparently they thought that Ezekial was the English translation of his Hebrew name. Um, no. HIs Hebrew name *is* Ezekial. It isn’t like his English name is Ezekial and his Hebrew name is Y’Chetzel (which is apparently what they called him last year too *grumble*). His English and Hebrew names are entirely unrelated, which in that particular Jewish community is a bit strange. So we kind of went round and round while I tried to figure out what she meant, and then *DING!* lightbulb. No ma’am, his English name is Dorian. His Hebrew name is Ezekial. It’s what it said on his bris papers. No, not Y’Chetzel, like phonetic Hebrew yud-zion-kof-lamed. She is still going to “try and see” how to spell it. No problem, I don’t mind. (FWIW, my Hebrew name is Shoshana, and much like my English name, every other girl is names Shoshana – except in Chabad and they are named Chana or Chaya).
Michael’s boss is coming Thursday morning to measure our kitchen and help lay it out and get us an estimate on remodeling it.
We’re going to Orlando the 13 – 18.
My MIL is coming to visit for a week on the 19th.









