2/20/2011

Mid winter break is here and my have we been getting to bed late, but it seems that it started off with a bang (Friday night: after midnight), then a bit earlier (Saturday night: 11:30 PM), then a wimper (Sunday night: 11:00 PM). What next? A bedtime during vacation? We will protest! We will march on the public squares of this country demanding our rights as members of this society to go to bed whenever we choose! At least Saturday night Nana was good enough to let us watch 3 Stooges until 11:00 PM in her room (the TV Room/Man Cave), so we did not wake her up at 4:00 AM Sunday morning to watch more 3 stooges, even though we could have!

Tonight we went to the Bat Mitzvah of our cousin Shlomit. It was really fun--they had all you can eat jelly bellys and all you can drink soda right on the kids' tables. Papa kept coming over and getting into the Dr. Pepper and the good flavor jelly beans, but luckily he didn't eat too many so we managed to mine out loads of good flavor ones for ourselves.

Warning: Nonsense to follow.

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Ho hum, just another day at school. Now leave me alone.

Aw nuts, why do I have to wear fancy duds to a party? I thought parties were about having fun, and these clothes are not about fun, unless you consider a white shirt to be the blank canvas of my dinner...hey, that gives me an idea...

Quit with the camera--me no want talk to you. Unless you come bearing treat. Chocolate you say? Let me think about it. Chocolate = treat. Me want picture.

Okay, chocolate is an acceptable currency. Wait a second--how much chocolate? A 1-pound bar? Okay, I'll pose for your soul snatching camera device, and the chocolate is all mine!

Just thinking about my chocolate, not thinking about bits of my everlasting soul going into the void that is the camera, just chocolate...mmmm, chocolate.

Nana has chocolate you say? Okay, we'll pose with her. Hold on--we didn't see the currency. You don't have any? You stole it from us--you will pay dearly for this betrayal. From now on, all your chocolate is belong to us. Ours, yummy, mmmmmmmm

Copyright 1997-2011: The Berman Brothers, Willie and Teddy. All rights reserved.

2/13/2011

Irony: Papa trying to tell me (Willie) that I have to wear jeans instead of just my sweat pants all the time. Am I missing something here?

James Bond movies are pretty much all the rage around here. We can say that we didn't like From Russia With Love, and the Roger Moore movies are not so good. Tonight we saw Sean Connery as the older James Bond in Never Say Never Again, and it was pretty bad, except the spear gun parts. And why couldn't the sharks have laser beams strapped to their heads? Last night was Pierce Brosnan--if that guy was any more wooden, he'd be full of termites. Any way, there were still plenty of explosions, car chases and annoying love scenes. Bleah. The extra super added bonus is we discovered that The 3 Stooges are on every Saturday night and early Sunday morning (4 AM). The next guest is going to have some company! Papa yells every time Shemp is on screen, but we like him. We like Curley better though.

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 Like the deer in the headlights, I've been caught in the lights of barbershop-bound transport.

 I asked papa to cut my hair, but he got cold feet. Probably because he can't reach the top of my head any more. Poor little guy.

Mug shot time: Face right.

Face forward. Oh ya--new glasses too. These are supposed to be the same indestructible ones that Teddy has, except within a week of getting them, I got popped in the face by Teddy, and, you guessed it, my glasses bent.

 Here papa, now I'm at your level, and I've got jeans on. At least he didn't insist I wear shorts all the time. And tattered sweat shirts.

2/6/2011

Today, like most people, we celebrated the national holiday of Super Bowl, which in all fairness should be renamed Super Bowls, on account of bowls of potato chips, tortilla chips, doritos, bugels, dips, ribs, chicken and all kinds of other stuff which we usually call yuck food, but somebody obviously likes although we don't know why. We enjoyed the commercials this year--a number of them were very funny, but some just didn't make any sense. The game was pretty good too. Some of us were rooting for Green Bay, one was actively rooting for the Steelers, and we (Willie and Teddy) were just rooting for more commercials. And the super bowl is also the gift that keeps on giving--we've got so many snacks left over that we'll be eating them for a good long time, we hope.

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 You want me to sit still for pictures? Again? What will you give me? Mmmm, chocolate.

 I want some of that action. gimme gimme gimme gimme.

 We had to decorate the house in honor of mommy's singing group's house concert. Here we see the true owner of the toaster and some of his priorities.

 Here we see some of the other priorities around this time of year--namely Super Bowl sunday with Mexican real sugar Coke! Mmmm, sugar.

 Now how could you possibly refuse such tempting beauty?

Most of us were rooting for Green Bay, but we did have Neal who is an actual old school Steelers fan complete with his terrible towel. But wait, where's Teddy?

 Ho ho, on this side of the room. Photobomb!

 Photobomb 2!!

Okay, the new TV is definitely bigger than the old one, but it doesn't fill the space completely. Mommy found some old Raiders fabric to cover up all the junk boxes that are hiding in the space behind the TV, and I (Willie) decided to 'decorate' the fabric.

 The first thing I did was I made a guide to the game for above the TV, but that really wasn't far enough.

 So I rededicated papas old football and baseball pennants with modern up to date teams rather than his old moldy teams.

You can see my prescience in my labeling of this pennant--I crowned Green Bay champions a full 3 hours BEFORE game time.

Oh dear, I missed a spot with that license plate frame, but in general I did a really good job at covering all the raider logos with steeler ones.