of trees, bumps and bruises

Yes, a word to all wise freeze tag players: Beware low hanging tree branches! Yup, as I was playing freeze tag with the kids earlier this week, I mangaged to clip a low lying branch with the top of my head, and did it ever hurt. I had headaches for two days following, a bump on the top of my head, and a messed up neck.
But, anyhow-life does go on. I now have something akin to the flu--it's getting better today, but I'm still not feeling great. Needless to say, it's been a long week.
I have been so blessed this week to be able to look up and see stars here in the city! The strangest things bless me, and that's one of them. Just being able to see the stars on a clear winter night lifts my spirits so much.
My Hebrew class is going well. I feel so much like a fish out of water--a conservative Christian with a bunch of liberal Jews, but I know there's a purpose in my being there.

Another short and sweet update.

Later.

S.A.D.

Or, Single's Awareness Day as it is called. Jeanette was the host this year, and basically we ate chocolate, talked about life as busy singles, and watched a great movie. We had several girls that had planned to come, but at last minute were unable to make it. It turned out to just be me, Steph and Jeanette. We had a great time.
The most entertaining moment of the evening came when Steph and I decided to dance in Jeanette's living room. Understand that Jeanette's living room has a HUGE sliding door that is covered by sheer curtains. It was night, so someone outside could have seen our outlines as we danced. Steph and I started doing a dance that was a combination of several different styles. I have no idea what you would call it, but anyhow, it was funny-and had to look as dumb as it felt. After dancing for 30 seconds or so and stopping to control our giggles, we heard from outside, "honk honk honk honk honk...honk, honk. It was done in a very deliberate beat. We all about died laughing and began to wonder if the car was really honking at us. So, foolish, chocolate, coffee filled girls that we were, we decided to dance again, just to see. And sure enough, the car honked the same beat after we had finished.
We disolved into fits of laughter...it was so funny!!

It's COLD here tonight! 20 degrees or less. Yikes! Oh well, it is still winter.

Have a lovely, chilly night.

Trust the French?

I don't think so! Safeway, by name and experience does seem like a safe place to buy groceries. It's a nice, friendly grocery store...or so I thought.

Krista and I were out and about a few days ago buying groceries...a very normal activity for normal people;)

As I was waiting on the checker to scan my items, the conversation went something like this.

French dude: "Do you have Safeway card?"

Me: "nope"

French dude: "Do you speak French?"

Me: "very little."

French dude: "Do you play tennis?"

Me: "very little."

French dude (looking far to intently into my eyes): "Oh, I would love to play with you sometime. Do you know this place down the street, turn right and over a bit? Here, let me give you my number."

At this point I start to get uncomfortable. The people behind me were snickering and seemed a bit amazed at this lousy attempt to "pick up a girl".
He takes out some paper and jots down his number, and shoves it toward me. At this point I just want to leave--fast. I smiled, thanked him, and started to leave. In my flustered state I had forgotten to sign for the charge. So, he called me back. Now, he knew my name, and so started telling me by name to call him. I was really wanting to go now, but Krista had other ideas--she decided this was a great time to play leach, and so grabbed onto my leg and waited for me to drag her a bit. So, I'm trying to carry 4 heavy bags, drag Krista, who happened to be hanging onto my leg, and get AWAY from this french ding ding. We finally made it out, but not before he said again to call him and said some fancy, freaky, french farewell. ewwww...
So, moral of this story--don't trust the french in Safeway;)

Life continues on its busy pace. Mom and dad came to visit!
They have been here for several days longer than planned after the van suffered a transmission failure upon arrival. I took the day off Wednesday and spent it cooking with mom and chatting with dad. It was very fun.

My Hebrew class is lots of fun:) We learned the Hebrew word for husband last week. It means: Master. Needless to say, that did not go over well in a room full of secular, liberal Jews. Now, I want to do a word study on it...should be fascinating.

So, there you have the latest, odd experiences in my life. Talk to you soon;)