There’s definitely something in the air or water here. Even Alli has often noticed the change in my appearance and my moods when I enter New York State. I visibly become less stressed out, happier, and “at peace” whenever I’m home in Woodstock, NY. I guess, after all, it must be the hippie charm here. [...]
Archive for June, 2008
Childhood Home Sweet Childhood Home
Posted in The Pleasures of Life on June 26, 2008 | 5 Comments »
Need something? I might have it!
Posted in The Spawn of CK on June 16, 2008 | 3 Comments »
Here at the Kaftan household, I’m trying to combat my cabin fever (already!) by cleaning out our basement. Since Alli and I pretty much agreed we won’t have any more kids, we’re getting rid of all of our baby stuff and Leah’s clothes. Before I try Goodwill and Craig’s List, I want to offer these [...]
Cross Post about Rite of Passage
Posted in Oy! Life! on June 13, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I regularly read Dooce. For those of you who don’t know who she is, she’s the first person probably to be fired from her job from blogging about her job. So, she made blogging a living and she’s been doing it for 7 years now. Anyway… She has guest posts this week and the last [...]
A Story That Makes You Wanna…
Posted in The Pleasures of Life on June 10, 2008 | 1 Comment »
I met Zara Husain last year while she was subbing at my old place of employment. During our occasional lunches together Zara would explain about her life briefly. She spoke about her Masters’ program at Johns Hopkins University. Her experiences in high school, and her experiences in her native Pakistan. She just graduated from JHU [...]
A Scene Out of “Alien”
Posted in The Pleasures of Life on June 4, 2008 | 1 Comment »
*ADVANCE WARNING* Do not, in any circumstance, attempt to do what you witness in the forthcoming video. I never knew cell phones could be so evil!
Never A Dull Moment, Episode #327
Posted in Oy! Life!, The CK & Alli Reality Show on June 3, 2008 | 4 Comments »
Always an interesting day in the Kaftan household… I can only cringe thinking about my own balls. Ow.
