Daily Archives: April 19, 2010

Dearest Child

I love that you constantly think of ways to challenge me. It keeps me on my toes. I really do appreciate it. I sent you to your room to clean up the pile of clothes next to your bed. Thank you for telling me you neatened up.

I went in. That pile had totally disappeared. Wow! I was totally impressed. But then….hmmm…… I moved the strategically placed pillow that was under your desk, and guess what I found? Yes, indeedy, the aforementioned pile.

I have to say, you get ten out of ten for effort. That really took some thought. It’s a shame you couldn’t take that thought energy and apply it to putting away the pile the first time I asked. But yes, seeing as you asked, you do get points for creativity. But those points do not get you out of pile removal.

So hop to it. Now.


Your mother who knows the way you think…..

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Bracha from a Rebbe

I just received an email from a good friend telling me a big-name rebbe is going to be in town, and that I should go to him to get a bracha (blessing), you know, to speed up the move and the paperwork etc.

I have to be honest, previously I would have scoffed at this type of thing. The guy is flesh and blood like the rest of us, how can a bracha even from a learned man change your life? God is in charge, He’s already planned out my year, no bracha will change it. For me it was right up there with tying a roite bendel (red string) around my wrist – it works if I believe in it, but doesn’t if I don’t.

But this email gave me pause. Should I, shouldn’t I? Couldn’t hurt, right? And then I got to thinking, it’s extremely hypocritical of me to even think I should go. After all I never believed in this kind of stuff to start off with. Now that I need extra help with my situation, it’s all of a sudden ok?

Can a bracha from a learned man really change around one’s future, one’s parnassah, one’s heavenly decree? Am I a hypocrite if I do go and ask for a bracha for me, the KoD and our family?

What are your thoughts?

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In Memory

Today is Yom HaZikaron, Memorial Day, in Israel, where we remember the fallen soldiers, the soldiers who gave up their lives for our homeland, Eretz Israel. This video that I post is extremely moving, and sums up the mood on such a solemn day. May their memory be a blessing.

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One Thousand Posts

Who knew I had so much to say?!! I am kind of surprised I reached such a milestone already, in just over two years of blogging. But then again, some days I am quite prolific.

It’s been quite a journey. When I started this blog it was just a place for me to share my thoughts, and I did not really expect anyone to read it on a regular basis. I wanted a forum to post some of my writings in order to prepare for a career as a writer. Family and friends read it occasionally but it took a while until others started to read it. Twitter has helped me publicize my blog, Facebook helped as well.

Over the years I have become a mouthy wench, opinionated and not afraid to talk about anything. This blog is my forum for exploring everything that comes to my mind. I love the fact that I can take my readers with me on my journey for the truth in various different spheres.

It does blow my mind that I can write a short post, and generate discussions that bring people together from all walks of life, that a simple question can bring over 50 comments. That when I post about being a mom – that others identify with my frustrations and make me feel less alone. I love that I can post something sweet about my KoD and you guys collectively go “aww” (or maybe you say “aww” and then go throw up 😉 ).

When I was doing the dating thing, blogging about my experiences helped me so much, and now it is helping others. My Frumster Files has been the most successful blog series to date. It’s a little forlorn these days, so if you have some dating stories for this series, send them along – let’s inject some life into the Frumster Files. I have been told that people love the WWYD series too, as well as the Heinous or Harmless posts. If you have any ideas or submissions, please, send them along too.

I love the support you have given me and the KoD, from our engagement, through to our marriage and through our prolonged separation and immigration issues. I love that people meet my husband in real life and say to him “so YOU are the KoD!”

I have met people through my blog, readers and commenters, who have actually become IRL friends. I am sure they would agree with me in saying that I am not a different person here on the blog. I like to think I am very WYSIWYG – I don’t have the time nor the energy to have two different personas.

Initially I wanted to blog under my own name, so that I would have name recognition when it comes to publishing pieces of work for money. Sometimes I regret that decision because there are some subjects that you cannot post about if you are not anonymous. Like if I have a disagreement with the KoD, or if I want to vent about my ex or something ridiculous that happened at school. I am very careful not to cross the line in certain subjects. Some bloggers will describe every single facet of their life, and leave nothing to the imagination. I cannot do that. The people who form my life are entitled to their privacy and respect. When something happens to those around me that I want to blog about, I always ask their permission. People directly involved in my life do not have to worry that they will read about themselves on my blog.

I am proud of the fact that, while there have been many major discussions in the comments, for the most part everyone has been respectful in how they talk to me and other commenters. This is not a place to insult people or make fun of who they are. I am always looking to learn and grow, and I have learnt so much from the discussions here. I am proud that controversial topics have not turned into a major free for all, and that when I have interjected to object to the tone of some comments, attention was paid.

If there are any subjects you want me to cover, drop me a line – all my contact deets are on the contact me page. I read all the emails and always respond.

So, let’s raise a glass to the next thousand posts! Hopefully there will be one in there that celebrates our permanent arrival in NY and maybe even a manuscript accepted for publication!! Thank you all for helping me keep this blog going, and thanks to the KoD who helped me kick new life into In The Pink. L’chaim!!

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WWYD – Shabbat Guest

So here is the scenario. You have an open door policy on Shabbat. Your friends know that they can bring a friend or two along with them if they are coming to you for a Shabbat meal. You like to have advance notice, but you always cook enough to feed an army anyway, so if you get a drop-in or two, it’s never a problem.

Your friends let you know a day or two before Shabbat that they plan to bring their single girlfriend Ms X along with them, as she has nowhere to be for Shabbat. They tell you she is so excited about attending. What these friends are not aware of is that Ms X used to work with your husband a couple of years before, and he cannot stand her. Being the consummate professional that he is, he never let on to her that she made his skin crawl. He has told you that just hearing her voice is the equivalent of nails on a chalk board for him.

You know your husband is going to be extremely uncomfortable having her at his table, but you also know that it would be mean and rude to tell your friends not to bring her.

WWYD in this situation?

(not my story)

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Nothing wrong in it

I call my kids many names, most of them some form of sweetie, darling etc. I can never remember their names at a time that I need to. I have been heard calling them something that sounds like DOLLY except I would never call my very male children something so obviously female. What I am calling them is a cross between dolly and darling and it comes out sounding like “dolling”. Which I think is perfectly acceptable to be calling them.

Why is it that when I am telling them off and I need to use their name for emphasis the right name escapes me? I have to cycle through a bunch of names until I get to the right one, and by then the kid is in fits on the floor coz senile mommy cannot even get it together to yell at the right kid…

I need more coffee. Let me just go yank another kid out of bed…

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