Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Ice Cream Sundaes...

Good Morning and welcome to another beeeeauuuutiful day in paradise! I woke up this morning to the smell of fresh air and a wonderfully cool breeze.

Today we're staying local. We have to pick up a package at the post office, explore some new parts of the city and return our neighbor's concrete-drill (now that we've finally hung / affixed / secured all necessary cabinets and the like to the walls.)

Which brings me to a summary of yesterday's events...

Waaaay back when we went to Ikea with Saba & Savta and Mommy & Daddy to purchase kitchen cupboards and bedroom closets I got my heart set on a specific wire-basket to place towards the bottom of the meter long closet to hold all of our shoes in. Of course, they didn't have it in stock. On our 2nd trip to Ikea with Mommy and Akiva we were also unsuccessful in securing the drawer, however we did order a second cabinet for the kitchen (and they gave us taller legs for the cabinet than they had given us for the first one which we didn't realize until after putting the cabinet together and standing it up next to the first one. I wasn't overly pleased to realize that the new cabinet stood about 5 cm taller than the first one.)

So, this past Monday night we checked the Ikea website and noticed that lo and behold Ikea supposedly had our wire drawer in stock! Finally! We said a little prayer that they wouldn't be sold out by the time that we got there and began planning our journey.

We left the house at 9:05 Tuesday morning and started walking towards the bus stop. Much to our dismay there were no signs where the Egged website had indicated that there would be 'stops' so we kept walking, following the bus route and looking for a sign that had the bus number on it. 2 km later we finally found one and just in the nick of time, because 3 minutes later the bus pulled up almost 5 minutes ahead of schedule. The bus we were taking was a #73 which goes from Ariel to Netanya by way of Emmanuel, Kedumim and a whole bunch of other random places. (The bus ride takes approximately 2 hours - while driving directly takes no more than 40 minutes.)

At 11:40 we arrived in Netanya and hopped on a #15 inner-city bus to Ikea. That ride took us 1/2 an hour but luckily dropped us off right across the street from where we needed to be (we had been unsure where we would be dropped off and had anticipated walking about a km to the store - so this was a very pleasant surprise.) We waited on line to get through security, stopped off at the restrooms in the entrance (that's what they're there for after all) and then headed up the HUGE escalator into Ikea-Land.

We made a beeline straight for the bedroom ordering area and said to the nice salesman "we want a meter long wire drawer" He put the order in and we did a dance of glee, we had successfully secured the drawer. We made our way over through Ikea-Kiddie-Land and payed for our purchase. To celebrate our victory we enjoyed some tomato soup in a bread bowl for lunch.

Our second stop was at Customer Service. We showed them the 'legs' and explained that we needed the shorter ones. They gave us no problems, printed out an order for the new legs and even returned the 10 shekel difference in price. I was ecstatic!

We went back to the beginning of the 'fun stuff' area, set a 100 shekel limit and walked through just to waste some more time. We wound up with a cute little set of screws and dibbles, a new wire whisk and a nice sized vanilla scented candle. After paying for our purchases we picked up our drawers and cupboard-legs. Then we realized that the next 'direct' bus back to Ariel wasn't scheduled to leave Netanya until 5pm - and here it was 2pm and we were done with everything that we had come to accomplish.

We decided that it was time to head Home in any which way that we could. So we walked out to the #15 bus stop and 1/2 an hour later we were back at Netanya's tachana merkazit right in time to catch the #947 bus out to the Yarkon Junction (at the side of the highway where Rt. 2 and Rt 5 meet up.) At the Yarkon Juntion we waited for bus #186, 86, or 286 which come from Tel Aviv and Petach Tikvah and go to Ariel via Barkan. We only waited about 20 minutes and finally an 86 pulled up. So we got a little tour of Barkan on the way back and 40 minutes later the bus dropped us off right across the street from our building.

We made our way inside - put the kitchen cupboard's legs on, installed the drawer in our bedroom closet, secured the kitchen cupboard to the wall using the new dibbles, put the shelves in and finally made a delicious dinner of scalloped potatoes (it was the best way I could think of to use up the left-over chicken soup.)

The End.

If you're wondering what else we've been up to I added some new photos to this album (they're at the end on pages 4 & 5 but you can look through the whole album again if you'd like) you should definitely check them out.

Overall, we've been keeping ourselves busy and have really been enjoying. This past Shabbat we even had 4 girls stay by us and last week a friend of mine came to stay over for the night.

It's really great here.

You should come and visit too!

Sunday, August 16, 2009


Hello world. I'm feeling decidedly better, calmer, more settled and definitely happier than the last time I posted.

Things have been going pretty well. We've been living in the middle of nowhere for 13 days now and the truth of the matter is that it isn't all that bad. Buses are subsidized by the government so it only costs 2.70 NIS to get anywhere in the city and it is all green and pretty so it's very nice to walk. It's a bit frustrating to live 2 km from the closest grocery store - but I think I've managed to stock up on enough food to last us for a good 2 weeks or so. Aside from the whole 'spread-out-ness' of the place there are plenty of good things; this city has a branch of every municipal office that someone might need located in the center of town, the peacefulness and quiet of the hills, the incredible views (including sunsets), the incredible breeze which blows in from the hills and cools our entire apartment, the kitchen is absolutely wonderful and I love tinkering around in all of the kosher space... There's tons more but I'm too lazy to type it all (especially since then people might get the idea that I'm actually enjoying it here, which wouldn't necessarily be too far off from the truth.)

The most annoying part is really just getting from 'nowhere' to 'somewhere' but I suppose that's a lesson that most people need to learn in all sorts of aspects of life.

I wrote out a 'to-do' list last week. There's a whole bunch of arts-n-crafts projects to finish, this week we're having a number of visitors, I'm hoping to go out for a day to visit a friend who lives in another mostly-middle-of-nowhere city nearby and there are actually quite a few tasks which need to be taken care of which frankly I'm completely disinterested in actually completing.

I've begun the job-hunt although not in any serious capacity (it's one of those 'have to but don't want to' things I wrote about above.) I never should have quit my job - I've gotten used to the life of school and fun and don't have any interest in going back to taking orders from other people. I didn't mind doing school-work as much as working in an office because I knew that I was acquiring skills and helping myself while slaving away. Of course, working in an office is nice if you can work there during the day and not have to think about it when you go home (homework has never made me overly ecstatic) but still - the thought of having to find a job, kind of makes me sick to my stomach. I like the whole 'girl cooks, boy works' thing - but that won't be happening around here any time in the next 5-7 years. *sigh* My own fault I suppose.

On a happier sort of note, I finally took my ice-cream-maker for a test whirl last week and experimented with lemon sorbet. I've got to admit that I'm not sure why the recipes that came with the machine were even included in the pamphlet. Like a novice I followed the directions to a 'T' even though anyone in their right mind (which I evidently am not) would have realized that 1 cup of sugary-syrup stuff to 2 cups of lemon juice wasn't exactly going to balance out the taste. Talk about puckering-up... Suffice it to say - I wound up adding an extra 2 cups of the sugar-syrup stuff. Mommy ate 2 scoops when she came to visit on Thursday (after our Ikea trip) but I didn't actually manage to get a final verdict from her. I've never been a lemon sorbet person but Z likes lemon best, which was why I tried it first... For now it's sitting in the freezer so if you'd like some homemade experimental lemon sorbet, just let me know. I'm seriously debating whether to keep the apparatus pareve or to actually use it as a real full on dairy ice cream maker. I've found some recipes that look ridiculously delicious and am quite torn regarding what to do.

Religion always seems to get in the way. *sigh*

Today I think I'll take a nice walk. I'm looking at a map and trying to decide on a route. Do I want to go 2 km, 8 km, 16 km? It's a tough decision. Especially because it's almost all downhill no matter where I walk to and it's all uphill to get back home.

Maybe I'll go finish my book first, then get dressed and take a walk, then do some arts-n-crafts. I actually have to get some 'fine' sand-paper so that I can sand and oil my 'kitchen block.' I love the fact that the kitchen counters are kosher which means that I can wipe them down and knead my challah straight on them, but I like the idea of having a 'bread board' - guess I'm spoiled or something. Maybe I'll start making noodles and in some 30 years I'll have made a dent in my board from kneading so much dough too.

Ah, what lofty aspirations...

Monday, August 03, 2009

I HATE Pigeons...

I hate putting disclaimers on posts but I'm a tad stressed out from this 'moving' business for a multitude of reasons, I'm also very upset about missing a wedding yesterday and I haven't had a chance to do a bunch of things which I needed to accomplish before moving out of the city. I'm also annoyed because after spending all of yesterday on about 3 hours of sleep, I woke up to the annoying sound of some idiot hammering who knows what together outside in the middle of the street at 7:00 in the freaking morning.

This afternoon we're moving the '2nd to last' wave of stuff out to the new place. As far as I can tell - tomorrow when the movers come to move the furniture there really won't be very much to take with us aside from the very last odds and ends.

I spent a couple of hours on the phone with Bezeq yesterday trying to sort out the phone line and internet in the new place. Unfortunately after going back and forth over details of who owns the apartments and who is renting the apartments and where the apartments are and who is going to pay for the services they informed me that it is impossible to set up a phone line or internet because according to Bezeq our building doesn't exist.

On a happy sort of note - Sammy cut my hair on Motzei Shabbat and it looks oh so cute. When I put it up in a ponytail it reaches just past my shoulders. I think maybe I'll rethink my dress style once I move. I'm sick of this religion garbage. So why should I shvitz and keep my head covered just because I'm married. It's none of anyone else's business anyway. While I'm at it - this long sleeves business is complete bonk too. Who needs it anyway?! If some higher power wants me to keep all of me covered up then they should make it so that there's a manageable amount to keep covered up and that I wasn't quite so huge.

I'm having a crappy day from the outset if you can't tell and don't really have to much positive to write. I just figured that writing might help me cool down a bit. It used to but at this point (since whatever I write comes back to me from all sources who read this stupid blog) writing just frustrates me more.

Stay tuned - I'm thinking of 'privatizing' this site so that only people with specific permissions (ie: me) can access it. Wouldn't make much of a difference (since according to stat-counter I don't get too much traffic anymore - guess it's cause I stopped posting frequently and regularly.) Anyway, don't be surprised if next time you come to this site it says you aren't authorized to view it - just means I'm sick of hearing people talk about what was upsetting me when I last posted. I ALREADY KNOW WHAT WAS BOTHERING ME - THAT'S WHY I WROTE IT!!! Anyway - if you follow this blog - pretend it's top-secret material which can't be discussed with anyone else otherwise I won't post ever again. Thank you.