I’m always busy.

That doesn’t mean I always have a lot that needs to be done, but it does mean that I don’t do idle time all that well. So I keep myself busy. I have lots of extracurricular activities offline – like NCJW and exercise and school volunteering and poker and mahj – and online like blogging and Twitter and Facebook and, well…. you get the point.

I find many of those things relaxing. But still, they are not doing nothing. They are doing something.

I think I need to add some nothing into my life.

But when? And will my family have scheduled nothing time at the same time as my nothing time? That concerns me. Because I’d rather do nothing with them than nothing without them.

But wait. Is it still nothing if it’s with my family?

And does anyone else find it a little ironic that I could be doing nothing RIGHT THIS MINUTE but instead I’m blogging about deciding to do nothing? I feel like I’m trapped in a Seinfeld episode. No, not Seinfeld. More like a Food Network show. Because while I’m typing this, my pasta is resting. (I’m making ravioli as an accompaniment to dinner tonight.)

I was listening to music while I was kneading the pasta. It’s not that I mind the silence but I mind the background sounds sometimes. So even doing the one thing that relaxes me the most – kneading – I was doing something else, too.

So my resolution for 2009?

Chill.

I hope it lasts until tomorrow.

My niece is a freshman at Worcester Poytechnic Institute.

I’ve mentioned her before. She’s the one with the watch.

She told us about school. About the house where she lives with 14 other students. Great stuff.

But then she cheered for us. The official WPI Cheers….

E to the X
E to the X; D-Y, D-X
E to the X; D-X
Cosine, Secant, Tangent, Sine; 3.14159
E-I, Radical, Pi; Fight ’em, Fight ’em, WPI!

What can I say?

So we’ve all seen the commercials for Hanes’ new ‘no ride up‘ panties. (Doesn’t the word panties sound so dirty?)

Anyway, so I couldn’t not help myself. I had to do the research myself.

I ordered a 6-pack.

I’ve been wearing them for three days now.

No, not the same pair. Stop that. Three different pairs.

And you know what?

THEY DO NOT RIDE UP.

I am not kidding you. They don’t.

How, on earth, do they work? What is the magic all about? How did Hanes overcome the dreaded wedgie?

I have no idea.

But I can tell you that these have become my favs.

If this is too much info for you, sorry. But I could not help but share the joy for those of you who might be suffering.

Life is too short for wedgies.

Peace out.

I always laugh when people post the search terms that lead people to their blogs. Amy does this sometimes and I have trouble containing myself.

Today, I looked. And these were the top searches for this blog:

creamsicle fudgesicle popsicle picture
tampax
meagan good tight jeans
skinny girls are for wimps
creamsicles
atomic fireball
boys smell feet
vegas food blog
blog spanx
beet balls

Skinny girls are for wimps? Meagan good tight jeans? That’s funny! I get the beets and the smelly boys feet. That’s my life.

But I digress.

Really I wanted to write about learning. If you know me, you know I’m a business researcher. I know how to look up and dig for information. But sometimes you don’t know how to start, what you don’t know, or how to find it.

And that, my friends, is what my winter vacation has been about. Trying to learn about something that I thought I understood but didn’t really understand. It’s hard when something seems so reasonable and logical and real just to find out that it doesn’t work that way. And to top it off, the people who do understand this esoteric shit don’t even use real words to talk about it so there’s no way to learn it short of asking someone who knows. And by the way? It’s hard to find out who really does know. Because online everyone looks like an expert.

Remember the old comic?

Now, I’m off to have a weekend.

This is the wall behind my bed. I put the message up the other day as a gift to Andrew. (That wooden sun was already there. I love it.)

Nice sentiment, huh?

Reminds me of other sage advice I got a long time ago.

Never go to bed angry.

So Andrew is taking 2/3 of our children snowboarding tomorrow. If you know us (in real life) you surely know which 2/3.

So today, I thought it wise to have the boys try on their ski pants, boots, etc. I found the ski-gloves. Perfect. Hats? Great. Turns out the boots are fine (who said I was a bitch for making them wear boots too big last year?) and we needed thermal undies (I never bought those before but it seemed like a good idea) and one pair of ski pants from the biggest kid fit the smallest kid and the other one’s look like this:

He is going to kill me for posting that. But I couldn’t help myself.

I downloaded my photos from the biker holiday party and this was on it. Why, oh, why would I have taken this? Maybe I thought myself an artiste that day. Or maybe there was something in the road that got away.

I have no clue.

But I do know why I took this:

Such spirit. (It was a Chanukah party, by the way. It’s a Jewish motorcycle club. Lonsmen. Some of you might recall that Andrew used to be in a different club. That, my friends, is a long story. For another day.)

So here are a few more snaps from the party.

This guy makes his own gefilte fish. I am not kidding you. They call him Rabbi.

There you see Andrew. Two drinks? Hmmm…..

Watching karaoke? Nah, must be the slide show. There was hooting and hollering during the karaoke!

There we go. Some singing!

I didn’t take many pix – having too much fun.

And if anyone ever figures out the significance of that street up there, let me know. I’m baffled.