A Catholic Priest, the leader of a Baptist church, and a Rabbi went golfing together, only to find themselves waiting for hours for the green to become available. The three walk to the administration building, from which the entire golf park is visible, and ask about those people that have taken such ages to finish a game. "They are blind," says the person at the front desk. "Wow, how inspirational, I am going to include them in my sermon," exclaims the priest. "Yes, indeed, my congregaion will be moved by the determination of these golfers," agrees the Baptist. The Rabbi says: " Vat? Zey ar blind? Cood zey not play at nite time?" Bit of soft Jewish Humor...
Deb Filler is a Jewish comedian from New Zealand, who entertained us last Monday. She was hosted in the basement of Fields Piano, where we saw Earl Okin--the British Jewish Comediant a while ago; Her show was quite fun, and she has some funny stories about encounters with Leonard Cohen, but Earl has much more wit.

I did get to leave Hebrew class earlier, so that was lovely. I used to hate missing class--and I still try not to be absent--but once in a while I permit myself to go out with my mother someplace nice.
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The very pricey 75 cent bananas at the gas station on 2oth and Pico now cost a full, expensive $1. Maybe I had the nerve to splurge my heard earned money on a banana then, but there is no way I would waste a dollar on a banana today.
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YAY for Yoga, which is absolutly amaing at City Yoga. My favorite instructors are Steven Espinosa, Tony Giuliano, and Karen Byers. I go to Hillary Rubin also, but she treats me like I'm in middle school, even though when I signed up I wrote that I was 18 to eliminate annoying paperwork. If I use a block to elevate the "ground level" my arm has to reach for stability, she'll ask why I am using one--well obviously becuase in that pose, for example Half Moon, ARDHA CHANDRASANA, when one foot is 90 degrees in the air and we stand on one leg and one hand, and where to keep the hips open and prevent collapsing (short people have so many problems
) one may use a block under the hand, I can achive more space in my body if I do use one. The block helps keep the arm highter, elevating the shoulder, which in turn creates allignment for the whole torse, and thus opens the hips.
....What am I complaining about? I love Yoga.
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On Wednesday I took such a long walk that I came back to college fifteen minutes before Hebrew started! It was such a nice walk--I walked all the way to San Vicente and Ocean (which turns into PCH) from college--and then I walked back.
Days when I don't walk or don't do yoga, or actually if I don't do both, I feel like an old sardine with dry crusty bits...

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Nick came back from his trip to Russia last night. My mother shipped me off to Alexanra's, where I was fed very well and where I chatted to her son about life and politics and anorexic models in magazines. haha

Meanwhile, my mother dressed up as a bunny (her boyfriend calls her "Зайка", which means 'bunny') and drove to the airport. As soon as she got into baggage claim, in her poofy skirt and little poncho, with bunny ears and an apron, (of course with the other accessories), with a basket of carrots and cabbage, an Isreali limo driver started talking to her and telling her to go home with him! My mother does everything in very good taste. She was not a playboy bunny, she was a very nice, sweet bunny, and Nick came down the escalators into baggage claim (escalators in LAX lead down to Baggage claim and the outside) holding a bouqet of flowers he bought in Russia. It was probably very nice to look at them, him with his bouqet and her with the carrots and cabbage and bunny ears. The Israeli guy started telling her that she doesn't need Nick, and that he has a limo. It's so funny, because before embarking in this tourism-business project, Nick was a limo driver for a long time. It's even more funny, that my father was also a limo driver.
Anyway, I had to sit in Hebrew, and couldn't come a greet him from the plane, but I can just imagine how pretty they looked there. My mother says that when they kissed, the people waiting for baggage claim wanted to clap! When my mother is cute and in a very good mood, I just want to run and hug her right away! But don't worry, Julia, in a few days, things will get back to normal, Nick will have come back into a normal state after all the travelling and being in Russia, and mother will not be so ecstatic.
I hate to end on a sad, teenage-mother-issues note, so here is a little something for mommy: