Rachel and Sugar Ray

Does this butt make my cat look big?

Poem

This is a poem I commissioned Rachel to write for me over the summer.

My name isn't a bad one
Not embarrassing or obscene
But when people always say it
It seems they never mean me.

My name means a creature
Who always follows the crowd
Soft, and calm, and quiet
I am nothing like my name
For sure, without a doubt.

My name I feel I must defy
Yet it is something I don't dare change
I'm already nothing like my name
But will I always be that way?

Passover with Mom & Dad

We arrived at Mom & Dad's in Bradenton for Pesach. We got in on Saturday and then headed to Orlando for a Disney Animal Kingdom fix and got back for Passover on Wednesday.

All of us, except the Photographer...

White House Pesach

No we didn't go to the White House for Passover...

But we could have. Check out these stories.

http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2009/04/08/white-house-seder/

and

http://blogs.abcnews.com/thenote/2009/04/ma-nishtanobama.html

Rachel's Dream

My Dream

When my dream started, I was flying over a Middle Eastern river that lead to the ocean. All of a sudden, I was riding a horse through an orange and white desert.

Shortly after coming out of that desert, my horse died and I was walking through a pink and white desert. I fell to the ground and was picked up by a princess on a horse.

While riding, I had visions of her and her mother leaving their castle on a boat made from a giant flower. There was a debate over magical jewelry. The flower boat crossed dimensions, and the castle followed it.

The princess left me with her horse, and I rode through a forest. A spirit came along and took off my earrings that I never remembered putting on.

I realized that the spirit was actually an evil queen who would use the earrings to take over the world. Somehow she left the earrings on a cushion, so I hid them in my mouth and went to explore the dimension-crossing castle that I was now in.

As I observed a platform on the outside of the castle, I had two more visions: one of an evil prince bargaining with some people to make himself king, and that same prince practicing fighting in a metal suit that made him look like a bug.

Exploring again, I found the room where the evil queen was dressing for dinner. She asked me if she should eat dinner. Still having the earrings in my mouth, I just nodded.

The royal dining room looked quite like the one in my house, except there was another inside wall and it was carpeted.

At the dinner, the queen asked what a Satsuki is, and all of the food started singing “Anglo-Mexican I want to eat your face”. This eventually resulted in the food exploding all over the walls, which resulted in maids coming in to vacuum the walls.

At this point I woke up, sat in bed, played with some magnets, and decided that an “Anglo-Mexican I want to eat your face” is a tortilla chip topped with pink icing and spray cheese.

Someone please try one and tell me how it tastes. I wouldn’t know, seeing as I made it up about three hours ago.