Separated at Birth: Part 3

First Dad says I look like Orson Welles. Then Linda Lavin from Alice. Now he' s on this Faces kick and thinks I look like Rod Stewart, circa 1972. I didn't believe him until I saw this photo of me with Patrick. Patrick has this really cool Ronnie Wood thing going, and here he's doing the rock start thing and I'm going along with him.

Dad keeps strutting around the house like a peacock and singing the Faces' song, "Bad 'n Ruin" and getting me to do The Elsa.

Food Service in Brooklyn

Let's see...no, looks like there is not quite enough butter on that, Adina. Take it back. I don't actually eat the toast, you know. I lick the butter off of it and then ask for more. Has Markus started the coals yet? The potatoes look like they are done. Could I have some more kielbasa?

No Exit Strategy

OK. Dad picks me up at school and keeps saying, "We're going to go see the lights! He finished them today! We're going to go see the lights!"

And I'm like, whatever, OK, Christmas lights, blah blah blah. We drive home, get our warm clothes on, and walk over to see "the lights". On the way over I'm like, "dat way!" because I wanted to go that way which was the other way, away from "the lights".

However. When we rounded the corner you wouldn't believe what we saw. It's on this tiny corner city lot- they have this little 1500 square foot house with a backyard. This GUY has stocked his yard with inflatable Santas, SpongeBobs, Snowmen- and then in the back there is a WINTER WOOOOOOONDERLAND! Look at that photo! There are two choo choo trains that actually work, 25 christmas trees, 30 reindeer, a chorus of angels on the roof, a Santa that dances if you yell at him, 50 Nutcrackers, and tons of other stuff. It was crazy! I freaked out!

Needless to say, I was a bit upset when we left. Dad was asking other Dads (there were a lot of people there, it was bumpin') about their "exit strategy" but they looked at him with blank expressions. I guess I don't really grasp the concept of "We'll be back" or "Santa will be here tomorrow" yet, so I was understandably upset. And vocal. I was screaming and crying "MY SANTA!" on the way home which eventually turned into "MY MOMMY!" and then I couldn't differentiate between the two. I couldn't get past it either. He gave me yogurt and grapes for dinner and put me to bed.

Mah-kus

We went to Brooklyn to see Markus and Adina for Thanksgiving. Markus listened to a lot of Kraftwerk while we were there. Adina is a little concerned.

Oads!

Dad went out and bought a 1995 Oldsmobile Cutlass Cruiser SL. Or as I call it- "the Oads!" It is in mint condition- look at this baby! There is a rumbleseat in the way back. Imagine how cool I will be in five years when I pick up all my girlfriends for football practice (Dad keeps saying I will be the first female USC quarterback).

There is a sweet AC Delco AM/FM stereo and mudflaps that say Oldsmobile. Big GM doors that are hard to open, and a V-6 that flies! Dad says he's going to put collector plates on it in ten years. He's a little concerned about getting parts because they don't actually MAKE Oldsmobiles anymore, but he said we'll cross that bridge when we get there.

I told him to get some new rims, neon accents, and license plates that say CTLS CRZR.

Ceasa Pleasa!

Dad and I made ceasar salad last night while Mum was at rehearsal. We took:

4 cooked egg yolks
4 garlic cloves
4 anchovies
one juiced lemon
one cup of parmesan

...and pureed it in the food processor. I pushed the on button. Then we made an emulsifi-CATION with olive oil as the blender was running. Dad added some tabasco and ground pepper and we were done. We kept yelling Ceasa Pleasa! with our awesome Australian accents because it reminded Dad of a title of a recipe for ceasar salad that this Australian pitcher named Graeme Lloyd put in a Milwaukee Brewers' Wives cookbook in 1996. Dad said he bought the cookbook on ebay before Mum banned him for life from buying Brewers stuff online. But then he thought about it for a bit and remembered that Uncle Ben gave it to him.

Halloween

Ava was a ladybug for Halloween. I was Jose Reyes. I was going to be Carlos Beltran but I'm still thinking about that called third strike in game seven of the NLCS. Jeez.

We gave out candy to trick-or-treaters, but after awhile they started freaking me out. I was able to articulate "no...kids..." to Mum after about a dozen of them rang the doorbell. Mum turned out the front light and stopped answering the door. I heard her say, "I don't think Halloween is Elsa's cup of tea". She's right, it freaks me out.

Dad was happy, because we have about eight bags of candy left over.