Wednesday, May 28, 2008

A Quick Reference

Someone sent me this link. It's great -- and I suggest you bookmark it.

Don't thank me. Everyone...all together now....

"THANK YOU, MARALLYN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Sunday, May 18, 2008

A Girl Can Dream....Can't She????

Job Details

Organization:My Perfect Princess Party

Application Deadline:Thursday May 15, 2008

Position: Princess Performer
Term: Contract
Location: Toronto and GTA
Salary: $70.00/hr
Start Date:

Job Description
My Perfect Princess Party ( is looking for a new girl to play Barbie as well as Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty in Toronto and the GTA. Compensation is $70/hour

Requirements:- valid drivers license- access to a car all weekends- available all weekends- beautiful singing voice

Additional Information
If you would like to apply please send the following to Performance resume- Head shot- full body shot- hair colour, eye colour, height, weight, dress size

Good luck to all applicants!

Send Submissions To: e:

Organization Description
Make your little princess' special day truly magical . . .Your daughter will really believe she has her favorite fairytale princess at her party - a day to remember and treasure forever!
She can choose her Fairytale favourite: Cinderella, Beauty and the Beast, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, Tinkerbell, The Little Mermaid, and Arabian Nights. Or she could choose Barbie, Bratz, or a Ballerina party.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Google Thyself

It was probably about six years ago that someone had told me they'd Googled me. I didn't know what they meant. It had a risque sound to it!

But once they explained they'd put in a search with my name, I began to do that too every now and again. I still do, simply as a means to see what cyberspace tracks and TRAPS about me.

If I write and publish something new, my name is sometimes attributed to that, but not always.
Sometimes comments I leave on websites appear, too.

I seek my maiden name and come across Polly Adler, aka Pearl Adler, a notorious madam.

I seek out my married name and Google usually presents me with Nick Saban, a sports coach, or Pearl Harbor. Hello...? My name is Pearl Saban.

Googling oneself is sometimes as good as going to a different city and looking up your name in a phonebook. Sometimes it exists; other times it doesn't. But it's a game of curiousity.

See if there's a famous version of you out there. Ahem...a version famous for more than just a blog...or leaving a perpetual comment on a blog!

Thursday, May 08, 2008

60 Years Young

Happy 60th, Israel.
I think you should have a falafel to mark this special day.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Inquiring Minds Want to Know

Last Thursday I traveled to Ottawa (about a 5 hour road trip from Toronto) with my daughter and the rest of her school choir as well as several parents. This choir was having the privilege of performing in the national Yom Hashoah ceremony on the steps of the Parliament Building, along with Canadian dignitaries, international ambassadors and numerous survivors, who would be having the privilege of laying wreaths in memory of countless numbers who'd died in the Holocaust.

The choir children, grades 3-6, were excited by this honor and had started official countdowns to their Ottawa trip. The previous evening, they'd performed at the main Toronto Yom Hashoah ceremony, an annual event.

Giddy with excitement, my daughter had continually told us, "Stephen Harper, the prime minister, might be introducing us."

Needless to say, Prime Minister Harper was not there on Thursday, apparently off on other official national business.

When we left Ottawa, I called my husband to tell him we were on our way and to expect us around midnight; my youngest had picked up the extension, but my husband told him to get off so that we could talk. A few moments after I'd hung up with Ron, the cell phone rang. I thought my husband was calling me back...

Me: "Hello?"

Noam: "Hi, Eema."

Me: "Hi, Noam."

Noam: "Where are you?"

Me: "In Ottawa. We're on our way back to Toronto. We're on the highway."

Noam: "What did you do there?"

Me: "I went to see Adina and the choir sing at the parliament building."

Noam: "Was Stephen Harper there?"

Me: "No he wasn't."

Noam: "Why not? Where was he?"

This recently-turned-eight-year-old expected me to know the prime minister's agenda! I didn't expect him to know who our country's prime minister was!

I relayed the story to my mother. She relayed it to my father. My father is relaying it to everyone!

You can catch a glimpse of the choir in this short news video bit: