Thursday, July 23, 2009

I love you in the morning...

I love my office.  It is tiny and cozy, and decorated just the way I like it.  I sit in front of a HUGE window.  

Yesterday morning I was on a business call, when something out the window caught my eye.  I looked a bit closer.  Across the road there is a small hotel.  In that hotel there are many windows.  In one of those windows stood a naked man.  Please understand, he was not simply walking past the window, or even pausing for a quick glance outside while deciding whether to wear a T-shirt or sweater.  He was standing two inches from the window - completely and utterly naked.  The windows start around knee-height and go all the way up to the ceiling.  It was a full show.

Then she joined him.  His lady-friend, also fully naked.  They stood together and looked out the window.  Don't worry, they didn't see me staring, my window is tinted (thank God) and therefore I could continue to look, without appearing perverted (and while trying to remain focused on my business call).  They started to smooch a little, touch a little, and then they disappeared from view for three-and-a-half minutes (yes, I timed it on my computer clock).  He then came back for a little look outside, a little scratch "down there", and that was it.  Show over.  Back to work.  Nothing to see here.  I can not imagine ever standing naked in front of a hotel window in broad daylight.  I mean, at night, after a few glasses of wine, with all interior lights turned off, thus ensuring on-lookers from the outside can not possibly see in - maybe.  But at 10:00am on a Wednesday morning?  No.

I have no idea what picture to put with this post, so here is one of me - as naked as I'll get - in a bikini on the beach with my babies.  Oh yes, I get CRAZY at 10:00am when I'm on vacation!


Sunday, July 19, 2009

I don't want to be a pirate!

Julian has been fascinated by pirates for the last few weeks.  I think this fascination may have resulted from a super-cool pirate book from cousin Benny's third birthday party.  He even decided (in July) that he would be dressing up as a pirate for Halloween.

Saturday morning at 3am I awoke to Julian yelling:  "Mommy!  Mommy!"  I ran to his room to find out that he had a terrible nightmare.  About pirates.  He was very distraught:  "Mommy, the pirates locked me up on the boat, and it was scary!"

I explained to Julian that it was just a dream, there was nothing to be afraid of, and to think about all of the things he liked and he wouldn't have that dream again (my dad used to tell me this when I had nightmares of nuclear war when I was little - I know, I had some serious stuff on my mind when I was a little girl - he would tell me to think about kittens, and ice cream and clowns.  He didn't know I was also afraid of clowns... but, I digress).  I left the room.  I climbed back into bed.  I closed my eyes.  I drifted off to sleep... 

5 minutes later:

Julian:  "DADDY!"
Andrew:  "Yes?"
Julian:  "I don't want to be a pirate for Halloween, okay daddy?"
Andrew:  "Okay."

And off to sleep he went...