i am THAT woman

while at the gym where Bo takes his basketball class there was a mom who sat herself and her kid on the tiny landing at the top of the stairs that leads to the basketball court and soccer fields. unbelieveable. i walked over with Zo and asked the woman (in my sweetest voice ever) if she wouldn't mind if i pushed her daughter's backpack (which was laying on the top step along with her bike helmet) under her daughter's chair. she was agreeable and i proceeded to kick her kids bag and helmet under the chair, all the while letting her know that "this is just an accident waiting to happen. someone could just go flying down these steps". i said it in my sweetest voice and she thanked me as i walked away.

i got down to the bottom of the steps and Zo was cracking up. She let me know that (unbeknownst to me) while i was reprimanding the woman I was using my southern accent. and that the woman just stared at me stunned as i kicked her daughters stuff out of my way. i must be getting old, because none of this registered. my only thought was that i had just saved someone's life.

it felt good.

let me just get this out of the way first... yes, I am eating lemonheads right now.

i signed up bo for this amazing basketball camp with this hall of famer guy (that none of had ever heard of, but whatever - he's in the HoF!) and...i totally space the date, and tomorrow is the last day of camp. Nice one mom. But I think he ended with a better deal, he's now going to do a week with the Knicks. not bad. maybe no hall of famers, but you never know.

We went down to chinatown today. it was a little sad. many of the little booths are closed down, I'm guessing for selling fake bags/sunglasses, etc. It's not the same place it used to be.

The kids and I went to the mahayana buddhist temple and paid our respects.

oh yeah and i pushed some man and a woman today. they got between me and the kids. not an option. do not get between me and the kids.

and i considered punching someone in the throat on the train.

om, shanti, shanti, shanti

lemonheads may be hazzardous to my waistline

yeah, like I even have a waistline anymore... but really. maybe i shoudn't be eating 3lbs of sour sugar coated goodness.

the cute water bottle i bought has the number 7 on the bottom. apparently that means it can give me cancer or something. sucks.

my twitter thing sucks cuz it doesn't keep me updated.

welcome home

i am raising from the dead this BLOG!!!

ok. we moved. Love our new house. Don't miss the old neighborhood.

I'm going to keep 2 blogs. in one i will share all of my deepest darkest secrets, and true feelings, and the other I'll keep for my family.

We are spending the summer in nyc. we have a small apartment in brooklyn. no ac. no cable. 1 fan. it's hot. we went to the virgin store, and bought a couple of videos that we can watch over and over and over again. and within 18 hours, my kids have watched water boy no less than 3 times. we also picked up poltergiest to keep things balanced. both are classics that i will be proud to have my kids quote from.

i could totally homeschool.