Dino Nuggets = Yum

I had Hebrew school on Tuesday. *Why so glum, Spencer?* Well, it wasn’t that bad. It was pretty fun, actually. I just get annoyed when teachers talk to you like you’re six and don’t realize that when they upTALK it geTS reaLLY ANNOYING. Ah, at least they let us play on the beach. We used what was left of the snow for a quick sand/snowball fight and played tag. Even though we were stopped every five minutes to be asked if we can say “moon” or “sky” in Hebrew, it was fun.

On the way home, we stopped (again and again) at some Mexican strip mall restaurant. As you might assume, they were showing a Spanish soap opera in the corner, which – despite cheezy dramatic acting – was entertaining. Why do all those shows have: 1. Men fist fighting (over women) 2. Women with guns (shooting men), and 3. A lot of makeout scenes. What’s that? “It’s exciting,” you say? Who wants to watch ooey-gooey kissy scenes, anyway. A lot of people, it seems.

It rained yesterday. It was a bummer – we were expecting more awesome weather – but it needed to happen eventually. How else would all the nasty stuff (i.e. leftover leaves, excavated hot dogs) be washed away? Really, the streets are filled with litter. Hopefully it will be picked up/gone soon.

After school today I went out to the studio for a little shindig family get-together thingy. The food was yummy and there were Valentines red velvet cupcakes. Those would have been amazing if it wasn’t for CREAM CHEESE ICING. Nobody in their right mind would mix CHEESE with SUGAR. Sickening. On the bright side, the 7UP I was drinking tasted like Fruit Loops, and the rice tasted like cinnamon. Maybe this is because I burnt my taste buds on soup this week. Or maybe I’m crazy. Either way, I definitely just invented the next best pop franchise ever: Fruit Loops Soda.

There were a lot of cute babies at the dinner tonight. And by a lot, I mean two. One of them, the youngest, is veerry fat (and cute). The other, a two-year-old, has a blond ‘fro similar to young Bob Dylan’s. You can expect that in a Photoshopped image soon. In other news, I finally discovered the phantom smell that I hate oh-so-much: Curry. Not unlike cream cheese icing, it is dees-gusting. WHY??

This week was standardized test week. We took the Iowa test, which wasn’t as hard as most people were expecting. Our teacher gave each kid a gummy bear before the test and told us “it had magic powers” and that we should “chew it when you need help on a question!” Okay, cute, tasty, fun, but insane. I ended up sticking it to my upper lip like a mustache and just licking it the whole time. Repulsive? Maybe. At the end of the test we had a Spencer-is-trying-to-get-a-gummy-bear-off-his-lip-with-his-tongue Olympics and I, unfortunately, failed. Let’s hope my scores aren’t as bad!

(At the duck pond in Piha, New Zealand)

Lately Sammy has been practicing for his class play. The theme is Timeline of Life, which means every kid is going to be dressed as some animal going through evolution and they sing knock-off pop songs about their scientific classification. We have to listen to the songs on the way to school for the next couple of weeks. My mom slaved over a sewing machine and thrift store to make my brother’s costume. It turns out as a baseball hat with googly eyes and yellow fabric, along with a yellow shirt and sweatpants. Sam is a duck.

I’ve been remembering my dreams lately. They aren’t nearly as weird as Tavi’s (thank God), though. Today I had a fortune cookie, and the fortune was There are 365 days a year. May 365 of your dreams come true, which was kind of weird considering the circumstance. I don’t like to think that all of my dreams will come true. What if I dream about a terrorist attack or something?! So I chose to interpret the fortune another way: May 365 of my daydreams come true. Like stuff I aspire to be or do, ya dig? I guess the bad stuff wouldn’t fall under the “dream” category, anyway. Those are more like nightmares. Okay, zen achieved.