Prince ChatterBox (7) came home with a new idea today. Well, I had never heard of it before. He says that when Jewish men go the Jewish cemetery for a burial or to pay respects, they have to tuck their tzitzit into their trousers because otherwise the dead man / men will be jealous that the living can have the mitzvah of tzitzit and they can’t, because they are dead.
Hi Ya’ll. Today is the day that you can delurk to say hello. It’s officially Delurker Day. I know there a tons of you out there (ok maybe 3) that read and never ever comment, that follow me on Twitter or on FB and never say boo. So today is YOUR chance. Just say hello. If there is something else you want to say – say it too. We are friendly people over here.
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I just saw this on my Facebook and I just had to ask my readers here. My apartment building has a problem with mice. I hate mice. They make me scream and be all hysterical female which is so not a role I am comfortable with (snortle). I saw a mouse last night. The boys went into saviour mode with brooms and mops. They didn’t find it, so then they tried convincing me I was seeing things (while at the same time teasing their youngest brother that the mouse had found a home in his school bag).
So one of my friends said that her brother had learned in yeshiva in Israel that there was a picture of a certain rebbe you have to put up on the wall in your house, and no more mice. One look, I guess, and they run away. She wasn’t sure which one, but she said that’s what he learned.
Any of you ever hear anything like this before??
The latest Facebook meme (not the bra colour, that was so last week) is to change one’s avatar to a picture from yesteryear. I love seeing my trendy and chic friends exhibiting the terrible fashion of the 70s and 80s along with those ridiculous hairstyles. I have a favourite few pictures of myself from back when I was a little girl. Not many of me on my own, being a twin and all, but I thought I would take this opportunity to share some of those pictures with you, just cause I was so darn cute back then!!
Number One is my absolute favourite – look how cute I was.
Number Two – on the beach somewhere in Wales. (Mum – Caernarvon? or something with a P? Mum replied: Penarth or Porthcawl, probably Porthcawl)
Number Three – this was taken in Israel.
Number Four – this was in Boro Park. I cut my brothers out of the shot, because, well – it’s bad enough you get to see how *I* was dressed!!
This one was cute:
Fine, I will post one from the teen years, this taken in Switzerland:
I challenge my fellow bloggers to do the same on their blogs…and put some linkage in the comments…
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Later today I pick up the Ford Focus or similarly sized car from the car rental place. The kids seem a lot more excited about it than I am. Maybe it’s because they are boys and I am so not a boy? They probably won’t even get to be driven in it! They asked me insane questions like how many miles to the gallon, does it have cruise control, what about remote start and mp3 player capability? Um, it drives from a to b and back again? What else do I need to know?
I spent hours this week researching and comparing prices and eventually I got an awesome deal. Unfortunately it isn’t FREE but a lot less than the prices I was originally quoted. Thank you all for the codes and suggestions. It would have been even less but the KoD was worried about me driving a tiny car on the windy highways and being buffeted around too much. So for him I went with something bigger. (What is it with men and cars? *shakes head*)
This drive will de very different from the last one, although, to be totally honest with you, I am still traumatized and scared to get behind the wheel. Logically I know that rental cars are newer and in much better shape than the DustBuster I was driving all these months. Rationally I know that if God-forbid something does happen, the rental company will sort me out. Emotionally I am scared / scarred. Every little noise is going to make me worry.
I haven’t driven a sedan in years. I am so used to driving minivans and SUVs and being higher on the road. I am a good driver and a safe one, and I know with God’s help I will be fine. I know once I have the border crossing behind me (are the Americans more prone to stopping people in rental cars? Or will I have less trouble this time?) and I hit the I-87 for the 2.5 hours stretch to Albany and thence to the thruway I will be less stressed and perhaps able to relax.
I am actually hoping it has cruise control. The DustBuster had it at one time, but never while I was driving it. It does make long distance driving and speeding ticket avoidance much easier. Oh and I am looking forward to being toasty warm the entire way and not being able to see my breath in front of me. Ah the things we take for granted these days.
All that being said, I cannot wait to see my KoD. It’s been eleven days since I last saw him and I miss him more than words could ever express. Let’s hope that today brings some positive immigration news.