Cough, cough

I woke up this morning with a little tickle in my chest, but still managed to get my Thanksgiving Lunch together and on the table. At about 5 o'clock I felt really cold and as soon as Shabbat was over crawled into bed, barely saying good-bye to my guests. I must give a shout-out to Stuart, who did the dishes (and there were alot!) and Isaac who did all the post-lunch clean-up. I think the Advil has kicked in as I'm not shivering quite as hard, but I still feel pretty lousy and will spend the rest of the evening in bed. Hopefully, I'll have the stamina to stay up for Hisardut--Israeli Survivor.

Have a Shavua Tov--a good week.

Shabbat Shalom

Today I spent a good chunk of the day at Cup-o-Joe with my friends Carol and Fern. Both of them are librarians and are very up-to-date on the latest good reads. I have so much more to say about this, but since I whittled away several hours with them, I am way behind on Shabbat preparations. I plan to blog more about librarians, libraries in general, libraries in Israel, books, english books in Israel, how to get english books to Israel easily and cheaply (hint: having a librarian friend in America is a good start), and how having friends who love books as much as you do is amazing.

But I can't do that right now. I'm sure you understand.

Wishing you all a Shabbat Shalom and a great weekend.

Day of Thanks

As I sit here writing this, many of you in the United States are stuffing your faces sitting down to eat your Thanksgiving dinner. No one needs me to remind them to be thankful. We are so blessed to be walking this good earth, grabbing the opportunities that G-d gives us daily and trying to make the most of the time we have.

This year we aren't doing the traditional dinner today. Instead I spent the day getting a traditional turkey dinner ready for some friends (really good friends) who are in town for the week and will come for Shabbat Lunch. On the menu: turkey london broil, chicken with stuffing, cranberry sauce, cabbage salad, sweet potatoes, string beans, apple pie and pumpkin pie. I hope it's enough.




Wishing you all a great Thanksgiving, stuffed with only the best life has to offer.

The study center, my kids and me

Now that the month-long color war is over, it's time for the kids to buckle down in school. At least for the next two weeks until their Chanuka vacation starts.

All of a sudden all my kids have lots of tests on lots of material. And I'm feeling the pressure, even though they don't seem to be.

Modi'in offers a very nice program for olim (new immigrants) called the Merkaz Limmud--Study Center. Merkaz Limmud is an after-school program where extra ulpan (classes strengthening Hebrew), homework help and math tutoring are offered. The program first started when we made Aliya two years ago. That year, I made my kids go, even though they hated it. Truth is, because it was its first year it really was what we call in Hebrew a "balagan"--completely unorganized. Sometimes my kids got tutored and sometimes they didn't. It drove me crazy that they would be there for two or three hours to get help with their homework, but would come home and first have to start. By the time the program got its act together, it was Passover. Last year my kids refused to attend and I didn't push it. But I've heard that this year the program has improved a great deal. There is plenty of staff and kids are really being helped.

I decided that we would give it a try again. The kids of course put up [an excellent] fight, but I held my ground and took them over there today. When we got there, I was extremely disappointed to see only one staff person there with about ten kids. She looked completely overwhelmed. She told me some of the other volunteers were sick (these are Sherut Leumi Girls, girls who opt to do community service in lieu of army service) and that several others had to attend some kind of course. I did not want to take my kids home and have to argue with them again next time. I wanted them to stay, and hopefully have a positive experience, so that the next the protest would be weaker (there is no doubt in my mind that there will still be protests).

On the spur of the moment, I offered to stay and help. If you're thinking about what an altruistic person I am, you are completely off-base. What I said was, "I'll stay and help the other kids, while you help my kids." Yup, just like that, tit-for-tat. The girl took me up on my offer and we were good to go. I had been planning on making dinner when the kids were at the center, but we know what happens to the best laid plans.

I worked with two girls, one in the first grade and one in the fourth. Both of them arrived here just before the school year started and were clearly struggling with the language. "Hang in there," I wanted to tell them. "You'll get it. Eventually." Both kids seemed happy, in spite of their difficulties. I made them laugh a few times, and that felt good. Truth is, it felt good to work with kids who communicate so well. It felt good to be helping these kids. "Maybe I should do this regularly", I thought to myself. Volunteer for a couple of hours a week. (Then I really would be altruistic). But then I cautioned myself not to jump in and do something I may regret, like commit to something that takes me away from my home during hours I know I should be there. So I kept my mouth shut, figuring I could always volunteer at a later time if I still have this good feeling about wanting to somehow give back.

While I worked, I surreptitiously checked the girls. Tali and a friend were studying for a test with a high school volunteer. Orli was reading a page in her history book and summarizing it. She was working by herself and I gotta tell you, I was impressed.

All in all our visit to the Mercaz Limmud turned out be a good thing for all of us.

Only downside was that I had to order pizza for dinner. Which, in my mind, isn't really a downside at all.

I am definitely losing steam....

....as we head into the final week of Nablopomo.

In the spirit of that, I'm posting just to tell you that Mom has Haveil Havalim up at her blog. She did a great job.

[Shoulda done Nablopomo in February].

The flash mob phenonmena

What is the deal with flash mobs? It's getting so that you can't walk through a mall or train station without half the public "spontaneously" breaking into some kind of joyous song-and-dance routine. (Okay, I admit, I never actually participated in or witnessed one of these things, but they are all over YouTube. The Black-Eyed Peas got into the act, surprising Oprah Winfrey with this:)



Now, that was a really good one.

Well, Nefesh B'Nefesh, the people who bring people to Israel, got into the act last week. Apparently, they planned a spontaneous dance on Ben Yehuda Street in Jerusalem. As these things go, it's okay. Doesn't seem very exciting to me from the video, but I'm sure it would have been fun to be there.




Tsk-tsk-tsk. Anyone note the mixed dancing?

Totally shocking.

Restaurant Review: Alberto's

Tonight we celebrated my mother-in-law's birthday at Alberto's of Ligad Center in Modi'in. Well, it's sorta in Modi'in. Ligad Center is a commercial center comprised of three different buildings where some catering halls, a couple of restaurants, offices and odds and ends stores are located. It is several miles out of Modi'in and when you drive there you feel like you are in the middle of nowhere. I am not sure why the city planners put the place so far out, rather than start at the edge of the residential area of the city and expand outward. Or at least put it closer to the end of the residential area.

But I digress, because I am here to talk about Alberto's. If you think it serves Spanish or Italian cuisine, you'd be wrong; the restaurant is a typical Israeli grilled meat restaurant. When we walked in, I thought they were having a party, because the tables were set up in rows. It looked like a kibbutz dining room. But no, there was no party, so I guess it's set up this way to save room, although we were the only patrons in the restaurant for most of the time we were there.

Three minutes after we sat down a jug of lemonade was placed on the table. Two minutes later an abundance of salads was delivered. These included cole slaw, purple cabbage salad, several different kind of eggplant salad, onion salad, hot peppers, pickled vegetables, chumus, techina and Israeli salad. Then the laffa bread, fresh from the stone oven came. All of this was delivered before we even got the menu. It was all fresh and tasty. Finally, the french fries arrived, also piping hot and fresh, along with a bowl-ful of Heinz Ketchup packets. We started eating before we ordered and throughout the evening the waiter kept on refilling what was scarfed down, ingested.

The pricing works something like this: You order skewers of meat or chicken or kebab. For 45 shekel, you get one skewer and for 55 shekel you get two. (There was also something for 65 shekel, but noone ordered that and I don't remember what it was). For 45 or 55 shekel you get the skewers you order plus all you can eat and drink of what I described above. There is also a kid's meal, which cost 26 shekel.

Most of us ordered the pargiyot (deboned chicken thighs) skewers, while some ordered the kebab. These also came to us fresh off the grill, with just the right moisture and flavor. But, I'm afraid to say by the time they got to the table, I was stuffed.

The bill for seven people was 330 shekel, which is not unreasonable. This included a special birthday dessert we ordered in honor of Abuelita's birthday. And we were indeed stuffed to the gills. I still am. But I have to say, if you're watching your carbs, you really have to be careful here. Those laffa breads keep on coming, and they are pretty irrestible.

All-in-all, I'd say Alberto's is a fun family-restaurant that serves delicious Israeli salads and grilled meats. It's worth a trip....and, well, you'll stick to the low-carbs thing tomorrow.

I got nuthin'

I'm pooped out. Uninspired. Sure, two of my three kids are G-d knows where. Tonight is a big night in Bnei Akiva. New Shevet got their name (Mazal Tov, Shevet Lehava!)* My kids, who are not in the new shevet are out celebrating at barbeques and in the park. Tomorrow my three princesses will sleep in, while I get up to help bring home the bacon (soy only, of course).

But tonight, I got nuthin'. Except for a picture I took in Jerusalem the other night. This thing was so huge, it left the cat category and moved into the lion one:



I know it's not a great shot, but like I said, nuthin'.

I'll be back again tomorrow.

In the meantime, wishing you all a good week.

*I explained all about Bnei Akiva and the new shevet name here.

How can anyone ever be that desperate for Bamba?

Bamba, in case you didn't know is Israel's unofficial national snack (actually, it may even be official, for all I know). Basically, bamba is a cheese doodle without that ghastly orange cheese flavor that I love. Instead it has a ghastly peanut butter flavor with the texture of the Herr's cheese doodle. As soon as Israeli kids are weaned, they graduate to Bamba. I believe a gajillion bags of the stuff are sold annually. Last year, they came out with a chocolate stuffed Bamba that really was disgusting. But hey, different strokes for different folks.

You get my point. Israeli's love their Bamba. Still an item I read in the Jerusalem Post this morning had me scratching my head in disbelief. I couldn't find it on the website, so I'm taking time to type out the item here:

Bamba Burglar Busted

A 35-year-old Beersheba resident with a strong late-night craving for bamba recently picked the lock and broke the door of a store across from his home in order to get some of the peanut-flavored snack. He ravaged the store until he found a bag of bamba and then proceeded to consume the contents of the bag, exited the store and left the packet behind.

The next morning the store owner discovered that his shop had been broken into and the only thing stolen was the bag of bamba. The owner contacted the Beersheba police, who came to the site and took fingerprints from the empty bag. These were matched up the fingerprints of a man the store owner identified as a frequent purchaser of large amounts of bamba.

On Wednesday the Beersheba police department claims bureau filed charges against the defendant, who was released on bail. His case is scheduled to be heard in court in the near future. "I'm crazy about Bamba," the defendant told investigators. "I was hungry and all the stores were closed, so I broke into one of them."

Crazy about Bamba, indeed.

Shabbat Shalom, and have a great weekend.

When I last left you...

...a man in a car stopped me while I was on a walk with Ozzy. He had seen me give directions to another who stopped me. He told me he was a policeman and needed to know where that man was headed.

It was so strange. I felt in my gut that the man was not a policeman. Why would there be a man in the passenger seat who seemed to be dozing? If he was close enough to the first driver to see him asking for directions, why didn't he just put the medal to the pedal and follow him? The first person asking for directions didn't seem to be trying to evade a tail. He seemed fairly relaxed.

I didn't ask for ID. The thought occurred to me, but the interaction happened very quickly. The second time he asked me, I answered him by saying disbelievingly, "You're a policeman?? Really???". The man gave an exasperated sigh and pulled away. I started to try to recall some details about the guy in case I heard of something strange happening later and would need to come forward to perform my civic duty. Things like the make and model of the car (a Mazda 6), what he looked like (like many Israeli's, dark with dark eyes and dark, curly hair), what he was wearing (a brown and white striped polo shirt).

And then--this really amused me--a third car stopped me. But this guy really did need directions--I almost chortled out loud as I told him I couldn't help him.

So that's that. I guess this will end up in the annal's Baila's Unsolved Mysteries. Feel free to speculate or make up a story about what this was all about. I was going to do that, but I'm really tired.

Incidentally, to those of you who accused me of getting as much mileage out of Nablopomo as I can by putting this into two posts--you are absolutely right. I hang my head in shame.

And now I better hit publish to get this in on time.

This is weird

What do you make of this?

Today, Wednesday,(remember? my almost-favorite day?) is my day off. The weather is refreshingly perfect these days and I decided to go for a long walk with Ozzy. On the way back, a car stopped and asked me for directions to a nearby street. After giving them to him in a fairly competent manner, I continued with my trek. Several seconds later another driver rolled down his window and stopped me:

(Do I even have to mention that all of this took place in Hebrew?)

Man: Ehhhhhm, giveret (lady), I am a policeman. That car that just asked you for directions--where is he going.

[That's funny. You don't look much like a policeman. Are you undercover? And why is your "partner" in the passenger seat dozing? Hmmm.]

Me: Excuse me?

Man: (speaking slowly--did he hear my American accent from just one word?) The car before me that stopped you for directions--where did he want to go? I'm a policeman.

[Let's freeze right here for a while.]

Don't you think this is strange? Has anything like this ever happened to you?

Before I tell you what I did, I want to know what you would have done. Would you have told this guy? Or moved on?

This enquiring mind wants to know.

"בגלל המוזיקה"--For the music

I love radio. I grew up listening to WINS--1010 WINSRADIO--"You give us 22 minutes, we'll give you the world". On Fridays, my mother would get ready for Shabbat listening to Art Raymond. As I grew older, I started listening to pop music on WABC-AM. I also listened to Don Imus and Howard Stern on WNBC-AM. I listened to Stern when he moved to FM as well, although he started to get totally raunchy and not as funny. When I started driving to work a couple of years before we moved here, I listened to audio books and when those would finish, to talk radio, mostly Sean Hannity and Mark Levine.

I'm happy to say I love radio in Israel, too. I'm relieved to say I understand [most of] it. Like any good Israeli, I turn up the volume when the news comes on. Unless it makes me ill, which is fairly often. I listen to all kinds of talk radio. Fridays on Galei Tzahal (army radio), mothers dedicate songs to their soldier sons and daughters and that always gets me. I listen to psychology and political call-in shows. I once heard a whole segment on air conditioning systems. Fascinating stuff in any language.

But my morning drive is reserved for Galgalatz. I just love the way the announcer introduces the DJ (Hadar Marks) and her show ("lo bo-ayr"). She has a bluesy, husky voice. The playlist consists of both English and Hebrew pop music. Out of the blue I can here a song like California Dreamin', or a Beatles song, or something more recent like the Black Eyed Peas or Beyonce. I'm always surprised, usually pleasantly, and I love to sing LOUD when a good song comes on the radio. (My kids just love that about me). I've even begun to recognize Hebrew songs, and if they play them often enough can start butchering those songs as well.

Here's one song I found on Youtube that's being played alot. I wonder if that means it's a new song. I wonder if the artist, Dani Sanderson, is very popular here in Israel. By being an immigrant, I'm just not in the loop on the pop culture thing. It's definitely something I want to change. It's probably alot more fun than politics (although in the states I was up on both).

Anyway, this song has a catchy tune and reminds me of country-western music:



I like the refrain:

ואתה לבד And you're all alone
מתגלגל בדרכך rolling along your way
אתה לא לבד you are not alone
אחרים לבד איתך others are alone with you

Hope you enjoyed that.

Laila Tov--G'nite.

Halfway through

...Nablopomo, that is.

I wanted to participate because I was having a tough time being inspired lately and I thought if I was forced to write something every day I would have no choice. Since this is, at its heart, a slice-of-life blog, I would have to look at the mundane things in my life and try to bring it to you in an interesting and entertaining way.

I know that sometimes I hit the mark and many times I don't.

Still, I do think alot about everything I do, see, read, and conversations I have. I wonder if it's something worthy of blogging about. Most stuff I discard. I'd like to say you're getting the best of my life experiences, but really my life is sometimes only interesting to me.

It's ironic. Maybe if I got away more from the computer I'd have more to write about.

In any case, I just wanted to let you know that I'm committed to finishing this. So you've got another 14 posts to slog through before we get to December.

If you'd like you can make suggestions for posts. Don't bother asking me to do a post about how often I change my sheets (already done), my sex life, or [another one] Ozzy. But otherwise, I'm open to suggestions.

And feel free to give me constructive criticism. (But I'd much prefer compliments. I'm a very needy person).

I'll see you tomorrow, whether you like it or not.

Benji's selling t-shirts

Not only is my friend Benji of What War Zone a funny guy, he is also quite the entrepeneur. Benji saw a void in the Israeli/American marketplace and is now filling it. Here's what he says:

"For 2+ years, I have walked past t-shirt shop after kiosk in Jerusalem and marveled at the completely lame, unoriginal, pathetic, low-brow, and stupid tourist t-shirts. You know the ones....the shirts which haven't changed in twenty years and probably longer than that..."

I remember seeing some of these shirts when I was here for my year in Israel, in 19--well, never mind, but trust me it was the dark ages. Remember this one?:



It was cute then, but now it's just, well, old. Hasn't it occurred to anyone that we could use new t-shirts. Ah, yes, well, it occurred to Benji!

If you click on over to Benji's t-shirt site, you'll see an updated version of these type of shirts, infused with Benji's own brand of humor. And the prices seemed quite reasonable, I might add.

I'm wishing Benji lots of luck in his new venture.



While you're clicking, why don't you head on over to Ima on the Bimah. She has Haveil Havalim up and running. (Ima is also a fellow-NaBloPoMo-er).

Shavua Tov, everyone. Have a great week.

Do you know where your children are?

I do. Sorta.

Many kids in Israel belong to a youth movement. There are a number of large movements, both religious and not and kids across the country are involved in many ways. In Modi'in (and perhaps everywhere in Israel, I'm not really sure), schools finish early on Tuesdays, because Tuesday evenings are reserved for various activities at the youth movements.

My kids go to Bnei Akiva, a movement near and dear to my heart. I came to BA relatively late in life (after high school), but its ideology of working and living in Israel spoke to me from the very beginning.

For my kids, BA means they are busy on Shabbat afternoons, as well as Tuesdays. They have been hiking all over the country, sleeping under the stars, climbing Masada at dawn, visiting sick children in hospitals under Bnei Akiva's auspices.

But the absolute pinnacle of the year happens now. It is called "Chodesh Irgun" [month of the organization] and is basically a month-long color war between the grades that will culminate in performances by each grade this coming Thursday night. During this month (which begins right after the Jewish holidays) the kids are out almost every night, till LATE, practising their dances, painting banners and the snif (the branch--the youth house where they meet) and well, I'm not sure what else. On Saturday night there will be a special ceremony in which the winner will be announced, the 9th graders will perform a daglanut [dance with the Israeli flag] and will receive the name of their "shevet"--the name which will follow them for the rest of their lives.

Seven more days of wondering what time they will be home. Seven more days of telling them homework must be completed, tests must be studied for and rooms must be cleaned. Seven more days of listening to them debate what the new shevet name will be. Seven more days of them coming home exhausted and dirty, paint encrusted everywhere.

Seven more days till life returns to normal.

But then of course, the countdown to Chanukah begins.

Do you know that in certain cultures, turtle is considered to be a culinary delicacy?

Apparently, Ozzy does.

Shabbat Shalom and a great weekend to all.

Ozzy's new companion

This morning Ozzy started barking like the maniac he can be at the porch door. I went over to look for the cat he was probably reacting to, but saw nothing. I gave him my usual scolding and walked away. He continued to growl and then began barking again. Isaac went to check and was surprised to find this hanging out on our porch:









Where this little guy came from, we have no idea.


We decided not to make the same mistake we made when we were naming Ozzy and call this pet Marianito, after the greatest relief pitcher to ever grace this good earth. We found a box to give him a home and started to integrate him into the family.










Ozzy, after realizing that Marianito the turtle was a friend and not food, spent the morning getting acquainted.






By lunchtime, Marianito and Ozzy were best buddies:





Now, doesn't Ozzy look happy with his new friend? I predict great things from these two.


(Uhhhhmmmm. If anyone has info about caring for a baby turtle, please let us know. Marianito thanks you in advance).

My mother-in-law's blog

May I direct to a new blog that I've been following? Jonathan Degani's Shomer Shekalim provides a wealth of information about how to live on an Israeli budget. He doesn't assume that you are independently wealthy, doesn't assume you have an American salary, doesn't assume your parents are supporting you; he assumes that you are an average Joe, making an average Israeli salary, trying to live within your means while saving for that proverbial rainy day and big ticket items (homes, college, weddings, that fabulous trip to the Far East).

And while some of his posts are specific to us Israelis (eg how the tax system works here--that was an eye opener), others are more general and include advice that would be helpful to anyone who needs money.

While you're there, look closely at his blogroll. Maybe you can gently tell him that my mother-in-law doesn't have a blog. Or at least hasn't told me about it...(hat tip to Mother-in-Israel for giving me the head's up on this, and making me smile).






In other news, today is Veteran's Day in the US. I think that over the past few years, probably since September 11, more Americans take this day much more seriously, which is of course proper and right. I doubt if any actual veterans ready my blog, but if you do, I want to thank you for your service. You and so many other men and women have sacrificed much for America's freedom, and it's appreciated by Americans all over the world...

My almost-favorite day

Ahhh. Tomorrow is Wednesday.

I love Wednesdays because it is my Sunday.

Well, it's no Sunday, but it's my day off of work. Catch-up day, usually spent running around like a maniac, but nevertheless the fact that I don't have to go to work is nice.

Of course, it is marred by my most hated chore of the week: my big supermarket shopping.

The supermarkets in Israel rival those in the US in their sophistication. They are huge. They have thousands of products lining their aisles. They sell everything. Really, it's one stop shopping. You can buy fresh meat at the butcher, fresh fish, fresh cheese and REALLY fresh bread at the bakery. At some supermarkets you can load up on washing machines and toaster ovens as well. You can even buy your underwear.

I'm not complaining about the actual shopping experience. That's fine (if only my great country could figure out how to make the shopping cart wheels roll properly). It's everything else:

Standing in line at check-out. Packing up your stuff and feeling pressure to do it quickly because the cashier can't start adding up the next customer until you're finished packing up. (But I thumb my nose at that and do what I have to do). Loading it all in the aforementioned-shopping cart. Loading it into the trunk of your car. Unloading it into the elevator. Leaving the stuff in the elevator while you park the car in its spot. Unloading it into the house. Unloading it into the fridge, freezer and various cabinets.

You get my point here, I'm sure.

The whole project takes up a good portion of my Wednesdays. Still, it's so much better than having to do all of this in the evening, after work. Last week I went shopping at night and it was awful. It was a Wednesday night, and the store was crowded. I was surprised at how many families were shopping together, with little kids in tow. I'd rather go to the dentist.

So tomorrow is Wednesday. I will face my weekly shop with grace and courage. And return home to a nice, quiet house where the crisp smell of fresh laundry ready to be folded awaits.

Now there's a chore I can sink my teeth into.

Talk to me about your sleeping habits

No, I don't mean that.

I'm talking about the actual sleeping part.

I haven't slept since 1996.

Okay, maybe I'm slightly exaggerating. But really, I barely slept in 1996. I remember that clearly. Oh, I'd fall asleep fine. But I always woke up at 2 a.m. and could not fall back asleep until a few minutes before the alarm clock went.

1996 was before Facebook and blogging. I think we had just gotten our e-mail address on AOL. So I would wake up, not be able to fall asleep and watch old I Love Lucy reruns.

(I love I Love Lucy).

I was desperate, and lonely. Isaac, my husband, is one of the most talented sleepers I know. I'm totally jealous of him. "Honey", he'll say. "I'm going to sl---",and he's out cold before his head hits the pillow. And doesn't move until I wake him the next morning. If I hadn't woken him that first morning, he'd probably have slept through the birth of our children, our Aliyah and any of our other major life events.

I fell in love with those little blue pills (no not those, I'm talking about Tylenol PM). I didn't get addicted or anything like that, but I would take them on Friday nights, because I could sleep late on Shabbat. I couldn't take them during the week, because they made me feel woozy in the morning and I was scared to drive under their influence.

I started telling people about my problem and was happy to find out that lots of my friends suffered from the same issue (what can I say, misery loves company). In almost every couple I knew, at least one person was suffering from insomnia.

1996 was the worst year. It's gotten much better since then. I do awaken in the deep, dark night, but now I can usually put myself back to sleep fairly easily. Occasionally, I still have a bad night. I didn't fall asleep Saturday night until 4:30 a.m. (to bad I didn't volunteer to do Haveil Havalim last week). And while it's been fine since, a night like that kills my week.

And so, I'm curious: Do any of you or your partners suffer from sleep disorders? How do they manifest? What tricks do you use to help yourself sleep? How does it affect your life?

Waiting for your answers.

Yawn.

Attention all ex-pats

My friend Pearl and her kids spent Shabbat with us and mentioned something about a $1900.00 payment that Americans living abroad would have to pay for healthcare coverage even though they do not use the health care system in their native country. A red flag went up in my brain and I stored it away.

Count on Jameel to have the details. If you've been following the news, you'll know that President Obama has proposed sweeping new legislature to provide Universal Health Care, which the House of Representatives passed over the weekend. The bill will now go to the senate. If the bill passes, "even as an American living in Israel, paying monthly health care taxes in Israel, (under Israeli government mandated health care laws), you will also need to pay American Health care, even though you can get zero benefit from US Health care" [quoted directly from the Muqata].

Nineteen hundred dollars is a huge sum to pay for an American benefit that I will not be using.

So what can we as ex-pats do?

We can contact our senators quickly and let them know how we feel about this bill. (You can find your senator and their contact address here). You can contact all your friends and neighbors who are American ex-pats and tell them to contact their senators. Post to your facebook accounts and e-mail lists and if your community has an e-mail listserve let them know aswell.

Jameel adds a sample letter that you can e-mail to your senators (or the senators of the last state you lived in). I don't think he'll mind that I'm posting it here:

The Honorable………
United States Senate
Washington, DC 20510

November , 2009

RE: America’s Healthy Future Act of 2009

Dear Senator………,

As one of your constituents who resides outside of the United States, I write you as my Senator to request that you alert Senator Baucus and the drafters of “America’s Healthy Future Act of 2009” concerning the urgent need for greater precision in the definition of those covered by the proposed legislation. In the version as released on September 16, 2009, there is wording which would inadvertently cause great hardship to American citizens living outside the United States. We hasten to bring this to your attention, so that it can be corrected early in the legislative process.

Overseas Americas should be exempted from the requirement to participate in the U.S. health plan and as a consequence, they should also be excluded to any right to claim a tax credit available for low income families in the United States under this health legislation.

Under Title 1, Subtitle D, “Shared Responsibility”, the Personal Responsibility Requirement currently states on page 28 that “Beginning in 2013, all U.S. citizens and legal residents” would be required to purchase coverage of one of the specified types of insurance coverage. This broad reference clearly includes U.S. citizens residing overseas. Yet citizens who are bona fide residents in foreign countries have health coverage plans valid in the country where they reside. If they subscribe to the U.S.-specific insurance outlined in the program – which they do not need and cannot use – they will be paying twice for health insurance. If they do not participate in the U.S. program, they will be subject to an excise tax to be levied on their IRS returns as defined in the bill on page 29.

The purpose of the excise tax is to encourage all Americans who benefit from the U.S. health program to participate in its financing. Americans residing overseas cannot benefit from the U.S. health system, so for them the excise tax is just that – a tax with no counter-part service. As per the September 22nd press release concerning the chairman’s markup, the maximum excise tax per family for non-participation, is $1,900, not a negligible amount.

Proposed solution:

A modest alteration in the present formulation would correct the legislation. Following is a suggested addition.:
“All U.S. citizens who meet the requirements of Sec. 911(d) (1)(A) or (B) of the Internal Revenue Code of 1986, without regard to the tax home requirement in Sec. 911(d)(1), are exempt from any mandate to purchase insurance in the United States and are not subject to the excise tax for non-participation in a U.S. health insurance plan.”

This modification would align the Senate bill to the "America’s Affordable Health Choices Act of 2009" (H.R. 3200) presented in the House of Representatives, which specifically exempts overseas Americans from a tax on not subscribing to a U.S. domestic health plan under Section 401 of the Act (which adds Section 59B of the Internal Revenue Code of 1986). America’s Affordable Health Choices Act of 2009 states under Part VIII – HEALTH RELATED TAXES
Subpart A -Tax on Individuals Without Acceptable Health Care Coverage
Section 59.B “Tax on Individuals Without Acceptable Health Coverage
(c) Exceptions:
(3) INDIVIDUALS RESIDING OUTSIDE UNITED STATES
Any qualified individual (as defined in section 911(d)) (and any qualifying child residing with such individual) shall be treated for purposes of this section as covered by acceptable coverage during the period described in subparagraph (A) or (B) of section 911(d)(1), whichever is applicable."

I thank you most sincerely for your attention to this important issue and trust that you will do all necessary to bring about the change in the text of the proposed legislation.

Sincerely yours,
(Your name)

What are you waiting for? Get to it, folks!!

I know, I know

I know that I am participating in NaBloPoMo and that some of you are watching very carefully to see if I post every. single. day, but I gotta tell you, I just don't have it in me today.

So I'm checking in to say hello and wish you all a very good week. I'll be back tomorrow with my regular post.

I know you all understand.

Pancake Friday

Friday, the first day of my weekend. It doesn't behave like a Sunday here in Israel, but its not a regular day either.

Lately, I've been trying to do more on Thursday to get ready for Shabbat, so that I can relax more on Friday; that is to say not be as stressed out and constantly snap at the kids to help out. Which isn't such a good deal for them because now I snap at them both Thursday and Friday.



What can I say? Life's tough. Get a helmet.

Which is not to say that Fridays are a complete washout. On longer days we do manage to get to the beach or the pool, or to visit an interesting place. On shorter days when I've done alot of prep on Thursday, we are more relaxed (okay, I'm the one that's more relaxed) and I allow Liat to make us pancakes for lunch. Yes, I do her the huge favor of letting her mess up the kitchen more before I clean it.
And so today, still basking in the afterglow of the Yankee Win, we had yummy pancakes for lunch. Nothing fancy, mind you. But they hit the spot.







Friday Pancakes ala Casa Baila

Ingredients:

1 egg
1 cup all-purpose flour
3/4 cup milk
1 TBS. sugar
2 TBS. vegetable oil
1 TBS. baking powder
1/2 tsp. salt


Directions:

In a bowl, mix all the ingredients together, breaking up any lumps. Pour batter onto hot griddle (Liat used a Teflon pan). Flip pancakes when the edges appear cooked and the batter bubbles on top. Douse in maple syrup, if you're into that sort of thing (I'm not, but everyone else here is). Serve immediately, because if you don't, they'll get eaten anyway.

Enjoy and have a Shabbat Shalom/great weekend.

Rooting for the Yankees

Ahh, the things I learn living here in the Holy Land. It's all that multi-culturalism, right here in Modi'in.

My Aussie friend, Ilana, has informed me that "rooting", which in American English (no we didn't create the language, but we did perfect it) is a nasty, naughty, dirty word Down Under.

Yeah, well, mate, put one on the barbie for me, will ya? And hold the vegemite stuff. After all my rooting, if you will, the New York Yankees have won their 27th world series. They continue to be the winningest team in baseball, probably are the winningest team in the world.

What's that, the rest of you say? Of course, they are, their salaries are the highest anywhere. My, my. You must be a Boston Red Sox fan. And you're feeling bitter. Very bitter. Quit your whinging (that's whining for those of you who don't speak Australian) and accept the fact that the curse is back in place.

And to a certain family where the boys outnumber the girls 4-1 (can't count Bunny, don't know what it is), we miss you all terribly. But we'll be expecting our congratulatory call from you anytime soon.
To the greatest team in baseball, no in America, congratulations. We had a great time watching and rooting for you.

[Can you name all the players pictured? Bonus points if you can tell me which one doesn't belong and why].

A funny thing happened on the way to my mammogram

If you were reading last year, you know that I go for my annual mammogram at Machon Hala in Jerusalem. Today was my big day. I decided to take the bus into Jerusalem, because I'm trying to treat my car like the delicate flower she is.

I caught a sherut to the Central Bus Station. The sherut is a taxi service, a mini-van that seats ten passengers that follows the same route as the bus. It costs a shekel more than the bus but comes more frequently and makes less stops. On the down side, I always feel nauseous after these rides.

In any case, I was sitting toward the back of the van when it made it's first stop in Jerusalem. A thin, pretty young girl whom I hadn't noticed before got up to get off the bus. She was wearing a very tight, low-riding (is that how you say it?) pair of jeans. As she gracefully slid out of her seat, her pants decided to stay behind (no pun intended, or maybe a little intended). In other words they rode down much lower than she probably intended.

In other words, I saw her butt. Tush. Tuchis. Yashvan. Rear end. Gluteus maximus. The whole show, not just the tiny little crack at the top that is pretty commonly seen these days.

The girl was faster than lightening, picking up those pants while at the same time slinging her backpack over her shoulder as if nothing happened. She's probably perfected that move by now. But I know what I saw, because when I glanced at the young man sitting next me, he gave me a look confirming it.

Do I sound like an old lady when I say, what are these kids thinking with the clothes they wear? Don't they even have a teensy-weensy bit of self-respect?

Rachel, one of the commenter's on yesterday's post, noted that Israel only has two types of clothing: trashy or frummy. She may be right, although I think this also applies to the US in lots of ways. People, including kids, will wear almost anything, or nothing in the name of fashion. Personally, I find this to be scary.

Is there anyone out there who thinks it's okay for a girl's pants to hang so low that you literally see it all?

Well??

By the way, Thank G-d, all went well at the mammogram. Is it time to schedule yours?

Shopping. Blech.

Shopping.

I hate it.

But my kids love it. And often they want me to do it with them.

I am not the kind of mother who bonds with her daughters by squealing over adorable pieces of trendy outfits. I leave the squealing for the girls to do with their peers. And we find plenty of other fun things to bond over. Like scraping nails down a chalkboard.

My girls know that I view shopping as a necessary evil. For example, I wouldn't have done it today, but I couldn't very well let Orli go to school in flip-flops(which used to be known as thongs, which are now known as skimpy underwear. But that's for another post). The kids all need closed shoes or boots, because after all, sometimes the temperature here dips down to 50 degrees!

Of everything I hate to shop for here in Israel, shoes are by far the worst. They are fairly expensive at the cheap stores; at the more expensive, higher quality shoes tranlates to a huge increase in price. But shoes it was. Oh, joy.

Luckily, I managed to score a pair of boots and two pair of shoes. For the price of half-a-month's rent, but still I was pleased to get this done.

And in the nick of time, too. I had just about had it. Which was confirmed when Tali said to Orli, "You better choose which pair of boots you want. Mommy's getting cranky."

How do you feel about shopping?

NaBloPoMo

While perusing my blogroll, I noticed that Robin has joined NaBloPoMo--or National Blog Posting Month, where we are asked to put out a blog post every. single. day. of the month. After I signed up, I discovered that Mom and Ima have also joined. Good company.

I think it's a good idea for me to be "forced" to check in every day. Lately, I've been feeling less than inspired to write. I love my blog and want to nurture it for a long time to come, so I've been troubled by my inability to post top-of-the-line content. Perhaps, with 30 posts over the next 30 days, I'll be able to find my stride again.

If worse comes to worse, I can always put up some viral videos.

Until tomorrow's post, check out Haveil Havalim, currently live at Simply Jews.

'Tis the season

These have been lurking everywhere:


Right after the Sukkot holiday, Chanuka donuts started appearing. Sufganiyot,as they are known in Hebrew, used to come in only jelly flavor. I hate jelly. Now, however, the donuts come filled with all sorts of flavors and creams, including the only one I will eat, ribat chalav, or caramel. But I don't touch the stuff until Chanuka itself. The sugary, fried treats are a cardiologist's dream.



I tried to take pictures a couple of weeks ago in a local supermarket. The donuts looked much more luscious than these. But the guy behind the bakery counter went nuts. "אסור לצלם!"--"Assur Letzalem!--Forbidden to photograph!", he kept shouting. He became quite agitated and I quickly put the camera away. What did he think, I was going to commit some kind of donut espionage? If I was, I would have made sure to use my special SpyCam Surveillance Camera. You know, the one hidden in my shoe. Duh.

So, enjoy the season. I guess this means that Ol' Man Winter's gonna arrive any day around here. The mercury only hit 70 degrees today. Practically freezing.

Wishing you all an early Merry Chanukah.