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Mysterious Sounds

Driving in the car, the family all of a sudden hears a strange buzzing noise. Dad is driving. Klez-Mom rides beside him. Dad begins fiddling with the A/C, turning it off to see if that's where the noise is originating from.

Photo by Rene Ehrhardt via Flickr (CC)

The noise continues.

Klez-Mom, in classic Klez-Mom style, starts to get frantically anxious,
"What IS that noise? What is it?! What should we do?"

Still grabbing around at buttons and knobs on the dashboard, Klez-Mom frantically searches for the source. Finally, she looks down into her lap at her purse, opens it up, and pulls something out.

"Oh, it's just my electric toothbrush".

The Countdown Continues...

I swear, my dang camera is due to arrive any day now.
But in more important news, Klez-Mom is going to Klez CAMP!
She's been waiting for this day since she was 12.
I might have to slip her the camera to catch some live action footage.
More to come!

Life is like a piece of plastic

Photo by Senor Codo via Flickr (CC)

The family is out for lunch on a sunny afternoon. Seven of us sit around a table on a fenced off patio.
A homeless man approaches from behind us,

"Can you spare some change for a bus ticket?"

In chorus,
"No, sorry, got no change."

Homeless man walks away.

Klez-Mom waits a few seconds.
"What'd he ask for? A piece of plastic?"

Wired Up

Klez-Mom sits in front of dad's laptop, which she just removed from the laptop case.
She looks at me, sitting with my laptop, which is plugged into a power cord.

Confused, Klez-Mom looks at me a minute longer. She looks back at dad's laptop. Then back at me.
"Hey...why aren't I wired up?"

My eyeballs roll into the back of my head.

Klez-Mom,
"It won't work unless it's wired up, right? I mean, you're wired up, why aren't I?"

Guest Blog: For Rent

Arriving to lunch at a restaurant, the family parks the car in front of a vacant store. The store window holds a rental sign in the window, with the name and contact information for the realtor, 'Linda Kirstein'.

Photo by turkeychik via Flickr (CC)

Klez-Mom takes note of the sign. With a pained look of confusion,
"Linda Kirkstein? What the hell is that?!"

Klez-Mom pauses and carefully re-reads the sign. With a gasp of relief,
"Oh, Linda Kirstein."

Yes, now it all makes sense.

Credit: Brother

Hard of Hearing: Chapter 3

Part 1 - 

On a sunny Saturday afternoon, my brother is busily cooking up a roasted vegetable dish. I take a plate, he takes one for himself, and then he opens the back door, to offer a plate up to Klez-Mom, who is busily working away in the garden.

"Mom, I've got some veggies for you!"

Klez-Mom,
"It's the phone for me?"

Brother,
"No, veggies!"

Klez-Mom,
"Who is it?"

Brother,
"I made veggies, and I have some for you."

Klez-Mom,
"Ok!"

A minute passes, and Klez-Mom enters the house, sweaty and covered in soil from the garden.
She hurriedly walks past us.

Klez-Mom,
"So? Where's the phone?"

Part 2 -

In the car with Dad and Klez-Mom, we pull into a gas station. The counter is visible, as is the A&W, and the Tim Hortons in the back.

Dad, referring to seating not usually found in such gas stations,
"Look - they've got seats."

Klez-Mom,
"They've got what?"

Klez-Mom, looks up, scans the staff composed of two South-East Asian men, responds
"Oh, ya, they've got Sikhs."

Part 3 - 

Sitting on the couch with my sister and Klez-Mom, we're watching a new cooking show. Klez-Mom takes a bite out of a cookie.

My sister, referring to the TV show,
"What's this called again?"

Klez-Mom, taking a bite,
"Shortbread."

A Klez-Mom Classic

My favourite Klez-Mom tale is one you may have heard, if you've been lucky enough to hear the tales of Klez-Mom, before she had a spot to shine.

A few of my girlfriends were over one afternoon, sitting on the couch in the living room, 5 meters away from Klez-Mom. Klez-Mom was working at her desk, lost in a cyber-world, gaze fixed on what should have been a client's report (but was more likely a Daily Jigsaw Puzzle).

Turning to my friends,
"Watch this."

"Mom, hey Mom. Mom. Momma. Mommy. Lyn. Mom. Mom. Mom. Woman. Lady. MOM? MOM! MOOOOOM!"
Blankness. Klez-Mom's eyes glued to the monitor, she barely flinches at the various renditions of her name. Her ears seemingly sealed shut, Klez-Mom taps away at her keyboard, one hand and one finger at a time.

Turning back to my friends,
"The only time she hears anything is when it has something to do with Jews, and boyfriends, and Jewish babies."

My friend,
"What?! You have a Jewish boyfriend?!?!"

Bam! Awakened from a trance, right on cue, Klez-Mom snaps away from her computer, turns her head and shrieks,
"HuH? Who has a Jewish boyfriend?!"

It never fails.

Hard of Hearing: Chapter 2

Part 1:

Dad suggests going to see a movie. I suggest 'Inception'

Klez-Mom,
"What movie are we gonna see?"

Dad,
"It's a new film."

Klez-Mom,

"A Jew film? What's it called?"

Dad, sarcastically,
"It's called 'Concern'"

Klez-Mom,
"What?! 'Concern'? What kinda movie is that?"

Me,
"No, it's called 'Inception'"

Klez-Mom,
"Oh ya, I've seen that one."

Me,
"You've seen 'Inception'?"

Klez-Mom,
"No."

Part 2:

"What's 'The Jacket'"?

Klez-Mom, matter-of-factly,
"It's about Michael Jackson."

"Today, I met a horse and a donkey!"

Camera Countdown. I am feeling utterly paralyzed by my lack of a camera to better capture the essence of Klez-Mom, but my credit card points have just gone towards the purchase...let's give it 2 weeks. Woo-pee!

Hard of Hearing: Chapter 1

Most of the frustrations of living at home involve Klez-Mom and her hearing capacities, or lack thereof. Somehow, a sentence about getting to work is obtusely translated into a request for a turkey dinner. Stories won't do justice to the frequency of these Hard-of-Hearing (HOH) occurrences, but at least I can try.

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Part 1

My sister, about working with kids,
"The kids were playing with wood clay today at school. It smelled weird"

Dad responds,
"What did it smell like?"

"Like wood chips"

Klez-Mom, literally a foot away from my sister and oblivious,
"WHAT?! Who smells like horse shit?"
Confused restaurant patron stares

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Part 2

After breakfast, dad stands up
"Time to get dressed!"

Klez-Mom whips around
"I already SAID I was taking him to the vet!"

Eyeball roll.
Klez-Mom pauses.
"Are we talking about the cat?"

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Part 3

My sister, as she heads out the door, jokingly,
"Bye whores!"

Klez-Mom turns to me and dad.
"Real nice, she says bye to the cats, and not to us"

Wasp Season

Another day, another dinner.

Tonight we had my other brother over with his long-time girlfriend who, as nice as she is, is not a Nice Jewish Girl.


Summer's warm evenings have been leading to family dinners and barbecues on the back porch. The result is an open invitation to nature's critters to take part in our meal.

A wasp flies around dad's plate.
Dad gets up to go inside for a napkin. Dad turns to Klez-Mom
"Don't let the wasp take my food"

Klez-Mom glances over at my brother's girlfriend.
Akwardness ensues.

Summer of '69

Jewish mommas. If you've got one, you'll understand what I'm about to say next: Marry a Jew, and your foot is 99% of the way into heaven's door. So is theirs for having birthed you, suckled you, and shaped you into a fine Jew-seeking Jew.

Unfortunately for Klez-Mom, her kids are more of the think-outside-the-box-follow-your-heart Jews than the god-fearing-heaven-seeking type. But she had a lucky break recently; it seemed her eldest Klez-kid was nearing 30, starting to feel the heat from Klez-Mom and her senior partner (Bubby), and seeking, perhaps, a Nice Jewish Girl.

Sunday arrived with a ray of sunshine; my brother decided to bring over his new Jewish lady-friend, and Klez-Mom's smile was big enough to rip her cheeks open. Some light conversation ensued, complete with a friendly pass-around of a copy of Heeb Magazine. Klez-Mom opened the pages to the free, first-edition center-fold calendar, loaded with half naked, shiny bronzed Jewish girls.

Klez-Mom cauks head.

"Girls of '69? What year is this calendar from?!"
*stifled chuckles*

KM glances at me.
"What are you laughing at?"
KM turns back to Heeb

"Oh, it's from 2008."


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