Really? Again?

SHORT version – just to update folks. I was sitting on the subway, holding my phone in the “phone death grip,” as having had my phone stolen ALREADY a year ago, I’ve learned a few things. But I was sitting by the door. Won’t do that again!

So I get on the train at 125th, notice a group of guys on another area of the train, think to myself, Hmm, is it a school holiday today? When we get to 145th street, the doors open, and linger a bit. I notice a group exit the train, and then, as if it were in slow motion, one of them reaches back in, and literally struggles with me over my phone, succeeds, and they all run off. I BOLT up, and run after them, screaming: “He stole my phone! STOP HIM!” (of course, no one does, they all just watch this unfold) I RUN after them, up, out of the subway, onto the street, and down to 144th street, they turn a corner, I’m out of breath, and I can’t see them, so I hit the payphone, and immediately dial 911. I’m on the phone with the operator, describing what happened, and a gentleman outside of a deli says the deli guy wants to talk to me, and the kids? They’re in that building over there. I lean to my right, one of the kids comes out of the building, yells, “it wasn’t me,” and then they all take off running. I describe the scene to the operator, and he says the police will be there shortly. I go into the deli, and he says they have video camera, and his boss will be in at noon, and they can give me the video then.

The cops show up, and they CAUGHT THE KIDS! I’m blown away. Amazingly fast action on behalf of the 30th precinct! I go in the car with them, see the kids, I can ID them, and we then go to the precinct. While I’m filling out paperwork, I notice that the papers are slightly different than last year. There has actually been paperwork created for iPhone theft. WHAT does that say about NYC?! I call and disable phone, etc. I had the usual security measures in place – the auto lock, the erase all data with 10 unsuccessful pin attempts, etc. And in fact, I had even backed up the phone this am.

But here’s the sad part. As I’m chatting with one of the officers, he informs me that this isn’t their first booking, and the youngest was 14 years old. FOURTEEN YEARS OLD. only one of the kids had a clean record. And there were about 6 of them. I almost lost it on the spot. So we got into a long discussion about parenting, and I even showed him how to set the “all data erase” on HIS iPhone.

So now? We are waiting until about 4pm, when the kid that got away is due to come home from school. Which he clearly didn’t go to today. But according to the officers, his mom “rules with an iron fist, and will drag his sorry behind to the precinct herself when he gets home from school.”

So we wait.

I cannot believe, that after having my guard UP, that this happened AGAIN. I cannot believe that KIDS are the ones responsible. It totally breaks my heart.

I’m OK, B”H. It’s just a phone. If this were 10 years ago, I wouldn’t have even noticed, because I didn’t have a cell phone. But now? we’ve all become so dependent on them, I feel naked. I am typing this up at Kinkos, while I’m texting with Narda and my boss, just to let them know what happened.

I told the Sargent that I didn’t want to point out one kid over another if I wasn’t 100% sure, for fear of blemishing his record. That’s when he told me that it wasn’t the first arrest. I had to pick my jaw up off of the floor. I guess I’m just a little naive.

So now, we wait. And Narda goes out of town for 2 days tomorrow am. So we have to either get my phone back, or replace the one that was stolen.

This sucks.

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OK, if you don’t want spoilers, Um, wait a day or two.   And scroll down!

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OK – WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!

Here’s my prediction, which will totally change next week:  The plane people need to “catch up” with each other – the plane people are the “healed” selves from the island – emotionally healed.  The island is where you work out your healing – how your “real world” self gets better – if you die on the island? You’re cool in reality.  So the island? is therapy – in a nutshell.

This will all change next week, but for this week? that’s my theory and I’m sticking to it!

365.2- go ahead, call me a smurf; but at least I’m a warm smurf!

365.2- go ahead, call me a smurf; but at least I’m a warm smurf!, originally uploaded by shellipsm.

Jon, “Eemah’s idiot friend” gave me this hat, and as a result, iIve never been so blessed to join the “hat hair club.” Because you see, internet, it’s been MIGHTY cold in these here parts. And my “Min-e-so-ta” hat is coming very handy as of late.

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365.1, originally uploaded by shellipsm.

Last year was slightly interrupted by the arrival of Mister Smoosh himself.

I will try. I may not succeed, but at least I’ll give it a go!

And um, yeah. This week, my hair just isn’t getting a break, what with the -5 wind chill factor, and the hat hair and all…

SO much, and SO little

So much has been going on, and SO little time to blog about it.  I no longer compose blog posts while walking the Smoosh to daycare.  That time of free mental time is long gone.  Between telling Malka to “Stop moving,” or “hurry up,” or “grab the stroller, baby” as we cross the street, my “me time” walks are no more.

Granted, I wouldn’t changeit for the world. We STILL pinch ourselves, wondering if we are dreaming that we have TWO.  TWO kids.  And although difficult at times, we are slightly biased in thinking that ours are certainly the best kids ever.  On the earth.  And I’ll happily challenge you to that!

But goodness, this is going to become a dreaded bullet post.  Or you know what? Let’s REMOVE the “durn label” of “dreaded,” because so many of us twitter and facebook now that blogs, to a larger degree, are almost becoming passe.  (Well, at least for those of us like me, who have leanings towards the ADD…)  But I DO promise to get around to the following.  As soon as both kids stop being sick, needy, whiney, HUNGRY!, and a host of other cute things…

-Juno, my beloved, sweet, “little old lady” went to the Rainbow Bridge.  I told her she could go.  It was devestating.

-I’m working in theatre again!  My fantabulous group, the Flaming Idiots are back on Broadway for a brief period of time, adn they called me up.

-I’m back on WW, and have lost, to date, 15.3 pounds.  I am praying that this is my LAST time on WW, so I don’t care HOW long it takes to come off, I hope it STAYS off, and STAYS OFF for good!

-My anxiety tends to spike when the kids are sick.  So I’ve been a wreck lately, as Noah Matan has been dealing with a nasty stomach thing that makes him puke, and makes me worry about dehydration.  Thankfully, he IS peeing, and IS taking pedialyte.

-Malka turns FOUR  tomorrow.  As in one more than 3, as in WHO SAID MY BABY COULD GROW UP!?!?!?!?!!?

There’s totally more in my head, but it’s hard for one to remember, as I’m SO tired from last night’s pedialyte syringe feeding vigil, and tonight’s glass of wine to calm my nerves, that I’m ready to sign off.  Keep your eyes peeled, and I’ll share more when I can.

xox,

Shelli

I don’t know why I’m googling this NOW…

Back in 1997, I was on a Jury for what would now be known as the “inspiration” for a movie called “the Boiler Room.”  I was 27, an unemployed stage manager, and figured it’d be a week of my time, I could crochet and have a grand time.

During the Voire Dire, when I told them I was “an Equity stage manager,” all of their ears perked up.  Until I explained that Actors Equity Association is the Union for Professional Actors and Stage Managers.  I was selected as an alternate, and then I became juror #12.

Maybe it’s all of the financial corruption going on now, maybe it’s my wondering when I’ll get another Jury Duty Summons, but I couldn’t get it out of my head.  Then I remembered that in my filing cabinet, I have a file called “Jury Duty,” as this case was over 2 months long, and it was part of the NY State Supreme Court, and our Judge, (whom I adored, and reminded me of the Judge from Night Court,) promised all of us that we wouldn’t have to serve for 6 years.  So I created a file, and dropped my paperwork in, and went about my business.

Until today, when I pulled out the file.  The name of the man on trial was John McAndris, and he was the CFO for AR Barron.

The best article, which mentions the Jury, is here:  http://www.businessweek.com/archives/1998/b3568112.arc.htm

Maybe a part of me was curious as to what I’d find on line.  Back in 1998, a mere 11 years ago, things weren’t as “googleable” as they are today, and I know I wondered what I’d find.

It’s very hard to know that a decision you make can shape the life of a fellow human being. And this was a Stock market Fraud case, nothing where someone would get teh death penalty, yet it was very difficult for us to reach a decision, and yet impossible to believe that someone was guilty on 25 counts of Fraud.

Not totally sure why I’m sharing this today, but it was on my mind.

 

‘cuz ya gotta have friends

And I feel so blessed with the ones I DO have.

So when one of them is hurting, I hurt.

Back when many of us met, a bajillion years ago, the main cord that held us together was that we were all beginning the journey of the creation of family.  Some of us got there quicker than others, but we all became friends.  There is one among us, however, who still has yet to grab that brass ring.  And she’s a dear soul.  And her dreams were crushed today with a declining beta, after her 5th IVF.  I love and adore her, so please just go send some love, and a shot of whiskey, ok?

http://infertilitysux.blogspot.com

Thanks.

This has had me cracking up all evening!

I promise, by the by, to get to your questions!  I also (stupidly) realized that I asked you to ask me JUST before the Jewish High Holy Days.  I’m an aministrator for a synagogue.  Um. Duh.  So sometime mid-October, look for more posting from this side of Manhattan…

If you want it, here it is….

SO I know I’ve been a lame ass blogger lately, and I’m sorry.  I have about 32 drafts of posts, but never enough time to check them for grammatical errors, or flow.

So I ask you, what do YOU want to know? What burning questions have all 3 of you been dying to have answered?  Because I feel like getting back into the blogging thing.  I feel that writing it all down gives it somewhere to go, you know?

So shoot me some questions/topics, and I’ll do my best.

boom!

boom!, originally uploaded by shellipsm.