Fail-o-rama and a Blind Date

So much for posting daily. Sitting down and writing out a coherent thought was a little bit beyond me the last few days.

We've been taking a crash course in learning to read Hebrew. Learning to read a language without really understanding it is something that has always baffled me and is why I got kicked out of Hebrew School when I was a kid. So in class on Sunday the teacher got to the letter that makes a "P" sound. As she went though reading it with the various vowel sounds and got to "oo" husband and I were compelled to look at each other and simultaneously say "She said 'poo'" and then we both were failing miserably at not giggling madly. Yup, we're soul mates.

 In other news: It's probably time to watch an episode of Hoarders again and get inspired to get rid of more stuff. We live in a two bedroom place, but it's itty bitty. We had intended that the second bedroom would be a craft/hobby room for both of us. We now call it "The Crap Room". There is so much stuff in there that neither one of us like to go in there anymore.

Too much of what I have is just taking up space. I need to say:  "I'm not ever going to get to this," and send it out into the world to fend for itself. What hangs me up is the variety of people who then tell me "...you should sell that on (insert name of your favorite internet shopping site)". I am NOT fond of the main internet selling crap place. And while I like etsy.com I still have to take and post pictures. Every time this happens I start to think... maybe I should try to sell this stuff, we could use the money. And then nothing happens for another three months.

Saw a new doctor. Meeting a new doctor always feels like I'm going on a blind date. You hope that the person you're meeting is friendly, has a sense of humor, is smart, doesn't act like a pompous jerk and is interested in what you have to say. I now force my husband to come along like a chaperone. This really cuts down on the abusive behavior of the assholes... although we've met some real class A jerks.

This date went pretty well and I guess I'm gonna be seeing this M.D. a few more times in the near future and I'm ardently hoping that we don't get to the "there's something wrong but I don't know what to do for you" place.