Cake, cake, cake

See this cake? Yes, it is a real cake! It was made by our lovely neighbor for Yair's brit. Granted, no one ate the cake or shall I say piece of art - it really was a masterpiece.

Fast-forward five months.

Today happened to be her son's birthday party in school - it seems there are ton of birthdays now, because they need to cram all the summer birthdays in before the end of the school year.

Hadas was so excited, but when she realized it was his birthday, she got nervous for a second and asked, "Do you think we'll be able to eat this cake?"

Rest assured the kids got to eat a cake today - and what a cake, I believe it was a Teenage Mutant Ninja cake. And if anyone out there wants a real special cake for a real special occasion, contact me and I'll see if I can convince her to start selling these amazing cakes to the public.

Move it yourself buddy

If anyone wants my car – without hotwiring it – here's how.

In the mornings, I take Hadas to nursery. Some days we walk; some days I walk and she rides her bike.

But on days when I drive into work, I like to take her in the car.

Although, it is less than a five minute walk, I don't think I am being lazy. It's just a time saver, and let's face it, we're all looking to save time, especially parents in the morning. But you know what the real time saver is – it's the fact that when I park the car, I turn the car off and leave the key in the ignition.

That's right, on my small moshav in the Golan, I feel 100 percent safe and sound leaving the key to the car in the ignition.

I remember one time when I came back to the car I saw that a truck needed to get by and some folks were looking for me. When I got there, I told them, "I'm sorry. But you know, the keys are in the ignition, you should've moved it yourself."

Inspirations from the Golan

I don’t have anything to say right now, but I really wanted to share this picture with everyone. I think it speaks for itself, so I’ll shut up now.

Moo night

It was hot out up here in the Golan.

A few nights ago, the fan was on in my bedroom. I was getting ready to go to sleep and as my head hit the pillow, I was disturbed by a cow chiming in with a rather loud, monotoned "Moooooo."

I'm telling you it was as if one of those bovines were watching.

Give blood... part 2

Well, I sadly admit that this post is long overdue. You probably do not remember, but I first wrote about how important it is to Give blood last November.

The other sad thing is that while I always remember hearing how the Magen David Adom blood bank is low in the summer months, the truth is that it is always low - at least according to the lady who took my blood tonight.

If you can give blood - give blood ASAP.

In closing, I am putting a related link below to Treppenwitz. Besides being a former fellow softball player back when I lived in Efrat, David (the author) is probably the best English-speaking Israeli blogger. Just to give you one example of how hard he drives the point home, this post about giving blood came out in July of last year.

And no, I didn't find it today by a random search. It was just another one of his classic posts that hit home and found a nice resting spot in the back of my head.

Have you ever “herd” of this?

Shmuel and I peeled out to work this morning a little after 8:00 a.m.

Good timing, considering it takes nearly an hour to get to the office in the Galilee, but when we got to the front gate of the moshav, it was closed.

The gate is opened during the day and closes at night - if you are a die-hard Go Golan fan, you might remember the sixth ever post - Remote roads makes me dial 9 - way back in September 2006.

But this morning, three cowboys - all decked out in full cowboy attire - were on the other side of the gate with a herd of at least 100 cows. They were corralling the livestock back from the fields and into the cowshed.

Just your routine Golan morning, don't you think?