Hats, Hats, Hats

Errr....where is my blogger hat? Can't find it anywhere. I think it's buried under the books along with my teacher hat. Oh! There it is! Whew. Now I can blog again.

I have temporarily traded in my blogger hat for a new hat. My Mom, Hawaiian Realtor Extraordinaire, wants a new look for her website. And guess who was selected for the job? You got it--moi. I can't turn my Mom down; she's a woman who gets what she wants! So I took down my dusty web designer's hat from the hall closet hook, and have parked myself in front of my laptop the last few days sorting through issues such as domain transfers, hosting, content management systems, movable type, html, dhtml, javascript, css, cgi, yada yada. Please don't ask me for definitions as I can't speak all the geek foreign languages yet.

Prayers and plugin tips would be greatly appreciated. ;-)

Speaking of my teacher hat, it dawned on me that I never posted the conclusion to our Hanukkah celebration. We thoroughly enjoyed the eight nights of Hanukkah--reading books, playing dreidel, eating chocolate gelt and crispy latkes with applesauce and sour cream. The highlight each night was lighting our homemade menorah. Here she is lit up in all her glory on the last night of Hanukkah.

We did learn something else: Sculpey burns! One night, we were distracted with decorating the Christmas tree when Jonathan suddenly cried out, "Our menorah is on fire!" One of the candles had gotten low and burned a little of its holder. Alan told the kids that it was evidence we had really enjoyed our menorah. We tucked it away for safekeeping until next December, though we won't wait that long to learn more about fascinating Israel.

I've discovered that my brain can only handle so much geekiness before it rebels. So I donned my poet's beret and penned this today:

Hand Me Downs

No light here
Inside this cardboard box;
But it's protection
Against the elements.
Chosen threads,
Hibernating for three years.
Dreaming of the day of freedom
When we're finally unfolded.
Aaaaaahhhh...
To stretch out our wrinkles
Would be so delightful.
Denim jeans on the bottom,
Covets new grass stains and
Rocks and treasures in pockets.
Rugby shirt longs for
Noontime sun,
Warming shoulders and
Tickling his collar.
Blue swim shorts with the
Orange fishes on it
Recalls splashes of glee.
Tucked away in the corner
Are striped socks.
Tiny but very important
For toasty toes and
Flashes of color.
All patiently waiting,
All eagerly hoping,
For new life
With younger brother.

Well, it's time to trade in my poet's beret for my night cap. Good night and sleep tight!