tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111286742011-04-21T15:37:51.281-04:00Who can resist loving cinnamon rugelach?BrownsvilleGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06896900874168015361noreply@blogger.comBlogger8021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11128674.post-55103607050640397982007-09-20T09:16:00.000-04:002007-09-20T09:19:17.043-04:00

Walking down Fifth after leaving the offive for the day, I noticed a familiar head of hair bobing up and down ahead of me. Could it be, I thought, could it actually be Professor Benjamin? I took her for Jewish American Literature and Multi-Cultural American Lit and really loved her. She did this thing where she'd meet with each student individually in her offive to discuss what kind of paper

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I scored 123 points in Scrabble with the word "equator." That's right, folks, I am a genius. Q on the triple letter score, the whole word on a double word score, and using every single letter I had on my rack equals 123 points. I'm also a nerd.

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The guy who works at the garage came around to the driver's side to give me my ticket."I'll be here around 5:30," I said."Okay...what's your name?""Dina.""Are you always calm like this? You're always so calm."I smiled."Well, it's the morning...calm's the best way to start your day."He laughed and got into my car as I walked outside to buy a coffee.

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We had an Arm Wrestling Tournament over Shabbos. In the first round, my brother Ari beat my sister 2-0 and Josh beat her 1-0. For the second round, Ari changed the rules to: "if I get your arm down in under two seconds, you have to use two hands." After beating me in under one second, he beat me again even though I used both hands. Josh beat me too. The standings were: Ari: 4-0, Josh: 2-0,

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I realized I was up when I realized the light was coming from the hallway light I left on before going to sleep. I realized it was 3-something am when I realized I didn't know why I was up. And let me tell you--of all the nights to not sleep, this is quite a surprise for me. I did a ridiculous amount of relaxing things today (yoga class, pedicure, etc.). But no. No, I can't sleep. After

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Sometimes, you get a song stuck in your head. You sing it walking down the street. You sing it when you're alone. You even find yourself singing it when other songs are playing on the radio. A sad situation, yes, but not as sad as when you get just a line or two of a song stuck in your head. Then it's "you told me good-bye, how was I to know you didn't mean good-bye, you meant please don't

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This past week I went to London and Paris and had a number of fun language experiences. However, the best language experience was the one waiting for me when I got home. There, sitting on the kitchen counter were some signs my brother made to welcome all of us home (he was the only one around this week).One sign read:Cheerio, miteand another read:bon sowr (boon swah)andmadam, madam roselle (or

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This morning I had one of those rare moments when you do something so embarrassing you can't help but not be embarrassed. Don't look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about because you definitely do. In a move to trump stepping straight out of my shoe last week when it was rainy, I stepped directly on someone else's shoe--not someone else's foot--someone else's shoes. You see, after

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The rain was coming down hard but I didn't really mind because I had an umbrella. It would have been nice to be in rain boots, but I left those at home and had to make do with what I had at the apartment. Plus, we always used jellies for the pool so it wasn't that bad. And they could be washed off and dried, something I planned to do as soon as I'd get to the offive. Nearing the offive, I

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Today, July 16th, 2007 at 11:53 AM I fell in love. Mark that date down in your calendars because I will be accepting anniversary gifts for our 3rd month, 1 yr., and 5 yr. anniversaries. With whom did I fall in love, you ask? How did it happen, you want to know? Can I tell you everything including the juicy details?!!? Ask no more, my fellow friends, ask no more.I was doing nothing more than

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One of our poetry assignments (gooooo summer school!) was to write about a song that has special meaning to us. One of my classmates wrote about "Always and Forever." When she took her poem out to read and told the class what song it was about, my professor started singing it. At one point in the reading, she looked up to give the teacher a dirty look because her humming got a little too loud.

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There's an article in the Wall Street Journal today about faceblindness. The online journal links to a test you can take to determine how well you do with remembering faces (and names and objects). My scores: Face Recognition MemoryOverall, you got 72% correct! The average score on this test is 85% correct. Your percentile rank on this test was 9. (booo!)Object Recognition MemoryOverall, you got

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I saw my husband/s today at the supermarket. After moving my stuff into the apartment I'm subletting for the summer, I went to buy some food. And there at the top of the aisle I walked down was heaven himself. I looked at him and blushed. He looked at me and I think he might have laughed or smiled or done something because then his friend, whose back was to me, turned around to see who was

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Remember when I went to the dentist months ago and told them that I felt like my jaw hurt sometimes when I ate and they listened for clicks and heard none and told me it was nothing? My headaches and I do. I took them back to the dentist today and told him, "I don't know if it's my gums or my jaw, but there's something going on inside my mouth and it's been causing me headaches every morning."

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I just solved two mysteries with one realization. Mystery number one is why my brother gave me a funny look when I told him the puzzle was more simple than he was making it because it's a Monday puzzle.Mystery number two is why the answers to that last puzzle I did is in the corner of a Monday puzzle when I so never do Sunday's puzzle.Today isn't Monday. And here I just came to that conclusion.

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When everyone but me had their poems back, I asked my professor where mine was."Did you hand it in?""Yeah, I'm sure I did," I said."How did it go?"Confused, I asked if she was referring to the memory poem."Yeah, how did it go?""Um...well, I guess."And with that I was right back in 5th grade English class. After completing a vocabulary test, I put it down on Mrs. Berger's desk."How did you find

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So get this--I don't do poetry. But I'm taking this poetry course hoping that I'll break out of that and find a hidden ability buried deep in my writing skills. No such luck so far, but I did write this for class and I like it. Have a great Shabbos.1988late afternoonon a breezy May daymommy and methe house to ourselvesat my feet--my open knapsackleftover potato chip crumbsoiling the

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For the record, I spent the morning taming a cranky baby. Which makes me this much closer to being prepared for motherhood. It would have been even more realistic if I had had a screaming three year-old tugging on my skirt for noodles with cheese right that very second, but I'll take what I can get. So all ye boys with red and/or curly hair genes, please make yourselves known.

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There is a crazy turkey walking around my backyard. When the groundhog/woodchuck/whistlepig walked past her, she suddenly stood straight and spread her wings. Then the groundhog continued on its way, going under the fence and into the woods and she went back to eating what ever it was she found in the grass. When she went to the birdfeeder and scared the birds away, I slammed the door a few

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This morning, I met a dog and its owner. The dog raised its tail to me and sat at its owner's feet. Then the woman said, "oh look--you have a friend! Talk with your ears." It was a pretty dog, but very dirty. Don't you have to take extra care when you have a white dog to keep its fur beautiful? Plus, the shirt she had on it was stained--pink (I hope the dog was female, but you never know

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This past Shabbos, someone at shul (someone's guest) told me to write up a "shidduch bio." I pretended that I didn't know what it was and acted like she was gracing me with a brilliant new concept. Thanks, but no thanks. Maybe not even thanks. It was funny, though, when she told my mother that she was telling me how to market myself because, and I quote, "every boy needs a secretary and every

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The word of the day is boondoggle. I encourage you to look it up yourselves if you doubt that it's a real word. When used as a noun, it means work of little or no value done merely to keep you busy or looking busy. It has a few other meanings as a noun and it can be used as a verb.In other news, boondoggle has just been nominated to join the list of my favorite words. As of now, there are only

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So far today, I've gotten over 600 hits from people searching for Creed's blog. Sorry for confusing you, I just thought it was hilarious enough to title a post that even though it had nothing to do with The Offive, which is what we call The Office ever since "Traveling Salesmen" (Harvey: You ruined a funny joke, you. Get out of my offive.). Anyway, my point is to direct you to Creed's REAL

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For the record, and because so many people have been coming here for creedthoughts, he does say, "http://www.creedthoughts.gov.www\creedthoughts" and writes, "http://www.creedthoughts.gov.www/creedthoughts".Just thought I'd let you know. I'm also pretty sure he says, "http://www.creedthoughts.gov.www.\creedthoughts" but I'll have to watch through it again. Anyone else notice that?

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I'm going to say a few more things and you're going to hear me out because that's why you read my blog.1. For an entire year I worked at an offive where I was the only female in a group of 50 Russian alpha males. Sometimes funny things happened. Sometimes awkward things happened. Sometimes ridiculous things happened. But I didn't write a single post about the place because I was always

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I have a few things to say, so I'm going to start here. Thimblerigger is one of the awesomest words ever. Thimblerigger. It takes a while to get properly, but it's worth it. I thought it was a nonsense word made up to call people when you want to sound angry, but it's actually a word. I'm going to use it instead of doofus. It sounds more old-fashioned. Furthermore, a cyclist almost ran me

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On Friday, I had a syncopal episode at Starbucks and made a clear 90* fall backwards from where I was standing onto the floor. They called 911 and first a policeman came and then an FDNY EMT came and then the paramedics came. It was the most dramatic experience of my life. When I came to, I told the barista who was hitting my cheeks that I was nauseated and she kept saying, "she's nauseous" so

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Yesterday when I stood in the grocery store aisle debating over whether to purchase a regular moisturizer with low sunscreen or a night moisturizer with no sunscreen, I reminded myself that in the summer I use sunblock as a moisturizer during the day anyway and besides, I still had half a bottle of the same low sunscreen moisturizer at home. Obviously, I needed the night moisturizer (technically

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I was lying on my stomach in Bryant Park when I noticed something moving to my right. Turning my head, I saw an adorable toddler with curly hair crouching next to my face as if to take a closer look. I took out one of my earphones and said, "hi!""Aaaahaha!" he said while jumping back up.He ran away and his father and I laughed.

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I walked into the body shop and waited for the car guy to put down the phone. He looked at me and I grimaced."My car's smashed up," was all I said. "The '04 Maxima?"I didn't even tell him my name or what car I had because he's seen me so many times it's unnecessary to do so. Classic.And have a wonderful Shabbos.

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This not working thing is making my brain soft. Last week I lost my wallet. Yesterday I was running late and stressing out about my piano lesson. Today I couldn't find my keys which were already in my bag the whole time. And in addition to all this, I keep buying clothing. I don't know how the unemployed do it, but if I don't start working again soon my brain is going to rot.

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I have so much to say recently that my writing abilities shut down. Oddly, I started this so that even when I'd have too much to get down I'd be able to. So I'm going to free-write rant this one. Without going into detail, someone I know got suspended from school for a day for hurting another kid in his class' feelings. In addition to that, the kid with the hurt feelings punched another kid

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I went to the dentist yesterday and the hygienist told me she was starting to see stains on my teeth, something she hasn't seen before on my teeth. When I explained that my diet consists mainly of chocolate, coffee, and peanut butter, she looked at me like I was weird and asked if I eat a lot of those foods. I said, "lots and lots."

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Recently, someone I know asked me why I'm not married yet. He asks me this often, so I decided I'd skip the usual answer and be honest. I told him it's because I had seen my soulmate the night before but couldn't work up the nerve to go over and talk to him. When he asked why I hadn't, I told him I didn't know. But I'm pretty sure it had to do with me being tired because it was late and

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I have a stop watch/timer/compass that I purchased for hiking purposes. There's just one problem--the alarm started going off regularly Wednesday night. At first, it had me getting out of bed every five minutes from 1 to 2 am to stop it. I couldn't figure out how to turn it off for good so it kept beeping again and again. Eventually it either stopped or I learned to ignore it. The next day

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I sat down on the bench and put my books on top of the piano."Okay. Did you do your scales?"I don't have a lot of patience, so I spent my piano time doing finger exercises, not finger exercises and scales. But I didn't want to tell my teacher that. "Yes.""Which did I have you do?""...no."The moral, of course, is do your homework so your piano teacher won't think you're an idiot.

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I thought the conversation I had with the guy at the tire place was interesting. It went like this."Wow, does that say 100,000 miles???""Uh, yeah.""100,000 miles. That's crazy. A car this age should have an average of 32,000 miles.""Oh, wow.""Where do you take this thing? Is it mostly local driving?""Lots of commuting."Then I went to the gym and pretty much ruined someone's day with my

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Over the second days of yuntif, I beat my brothers at two games of War in under 20 minutes each, walked about 3,300 steps (I counted) to visit a friend where I lost Rack-O and Uno to his brother and Go To The Head of the Class to him, won one game of Scrabble and lost three to my mother, beat my brother at ASAP, and said to one of my brothers, "stop, I don't want salt on my arm." I started

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It was two minutes to the new episode of The Offive an I spille my soa across the kitchen table. I leaned it up and with 0one minute left, put my salad and soda down on the computer table and ased my brother to let me have the oputer. While getting up, he managed to knocked over the cup--aain--this time all over the keyboard. We performed major surgery with paper towels and compressed air

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I stood in the fish supplies aisle trying to find the food that doesn't have any wheat in it. After having finally found it, I turned around to find myself face to face with a store worker."Excuse me, are you looking for food you can use on the holiday?"And the cleaners know what a kittle is.Have a chag kasher v'sameach!

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Remember when the Allman Brothers played Highway 61 for me when I went to see them at the Beacon? Man, I remember it like it was yesterday.Also, I wish you and yours a very good Shabbos.

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There's always the possibility that my children will not inherit my awesome sense of humor. But I like planning for the best, so I have come up with a plan. I can have my first kid on 07-08-09. Get it? Because 7 ate 9! Which is the punchline of the greatest joke ever.You must be asking, "are you sure that's the greatest joke ever, Dina, that seems a bit much?" And to you I respond, "yes.

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A few days ago I found the Smokey Robinson "U Really Got a Hold on Me" video from Sesame Street on YouTube. Unfortunately, as a child, there were only two things that scared me more than that clip. One was a nightmare I used to have in which there was a short fat man and a tall skinny man wearing penguin suits and top hats standing in the middle of a white background screaming. One had a high

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My cousin and I were going to do a slow night together. No groups of friends, movies, concerts, hikings, etc. Just us and nothing else. After dropping a friend off to go see a movie with other friends, we drove around midtown a bit to find a spot. We parked on one of those streets where the sidewalk is very skinny because there's construction going on and walked along the street. There was a

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I passed a certain particular dean today who avoided catching my eyes for as long as he could. I kept looking at him and when we passed each other he was forced to look at me and nod. Amazing how in a school of 20,000 students, I'm the one the dean tries to avoid. In other news, I'm just awesome at creating awkward situations for people everywhere!

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There's a frum guy who works behind the counter at the music store. I don't know who he is, but he looked familiar to me. When I went to the desk, he said, "Trutinsky?" as though that were my name. I was confused, so I said, "what?" He repeated what he had said."Trutinsky?""Oh," I said in response. Then I filled him in on what my last name actually is (phonetically similar, but not quite the

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Thursday was my birthday. Indeed, I was born on the ides of March. Thursday was one of those days when something keeps happening. On my way to sign up for piano lessons at the conservatory (awesome birthday present), I spilled coffee all over my skirt. After going from store to store to find a new skirt and not being able to find one in my size that was neither white nor see-through, I found

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I told the Verizon man that I had been eyeing the shock-resistant, dust-resistant phone that could be submerged in water for 30 minutes before breaking. He told me it was really for construction men."Well, I'm really klutzy with my phone.""Yeah, but I'm sure..."I held up my bruised, beaten, and antenna-less phone. "This is my third in two years."After discussing the construction man phone and

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I passed an old man on my way up the mountain. He was on his way down. When I saw his lips moving, I turned my music off and asked him to repeat what he had said."It gets real sloppy up there!""Yeah," I said, "it's very hard walking up in this mud."Sometimes Gd speaks to me in the weirdest places.

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There is nothing this clear, spring-smelling weather makes me want to do more than go hiking all day, have a baby, and bake for Pesach. Don't ask me to explain--I don't know. I went hiking for a little bit yesterday and because no one was able to join me (sorry Sara, I didn't know!), I just went to the waterfalls and back. Over the course of the winter, or at least since the last time I was

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I love quoting The Offive. I also love quoting real life people who I know and love. Also, sometimes but not often, I'll quote myself. I repeat--NOT OFTEN. Anyway, I was thinking about how much I like remembering certain lines that friends have said because there are times when I'll pull them out of my memory. For example, Chaya once said, "y'know--I really just don't like girls." That

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I just want to make clear how much I hate how movements and point-making ruin my life. Tonight I found out that some girls will make Hamotzi on Shabbos as a thing. AS A THING. I don't know why I should care so much about what other people do, but I happen to absolutely love cutting the challah. As a matter of fact, even on a regular Shabbos when my father is home, I'm the one who takes the

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I thought that writing my embarrassing Donatello story down would help put it behind me but, apparently, I thought wrong. You see, anyone who loves Donatello finds it highly offensive when others mock him or put him down. Which is how Adam Murray, creator of Drastic Comics and friend of mine, felt when he read my post two posts down. Which is why he drew up a little slice of revenge. And I

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It occurred to me at some point today that I completely missed Cinnamon Rugelach and Other Junk's two year anniversary. After looking through my archives to see if I commemorated its first anniversary last year, I noticed that last year I missed it too and posted a special index of my favorite posts from that year a few days late. I'm even later this year, but better that than never, I guess.

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I'm not going to jump to any conclusions, but it's very possible that the reason the little toe on my right foot is hurting so much is because it's broken. It might just be sprained or injured though, because I was able to wear shoes after all and that doesn't sound like something a broken toe would allow. And it wasn't because of my shoes. On Shabbos a folded chair that was leaning against

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Once upon a time, I went into the city to meet a friend who was going to look at rings. She was getting engaged and her then-future fiance wanted her to get a sense of what she liked and what looked good on her. To be honest, I didn't even try on a single ring (okay, I tried on one and it looked terribly large and I took it right off) and the only thing I did was measure my ring size because

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The recipe said it makes 12 mini-muffins. I need approximately 144 mini-muffins for Purim. Approximately because I only have 10 people to give them to, but I like having just-in-case extras. So, on my first round, I figured I'd quadruple the recipe. Bang out four batches at once and only have to make them two more times. As it turns out though, the recipe's "mini" and my "mini" are

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"Why yes, my birthday is this time of year! What is it I'd like? Thanks for asking, but I have everything I'd ever need or want...except maybe an ice cream maker and a couple of books." I can't tell you how many times a day I find myself answering people about what I'd like for my birthday either because they know the best way to show love is through material objects or because they're going to

BrownsvilleGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06896900874168015361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11128674.post-28556745924120827942007-02-25T01:58:00.000-05:002007-02-25T03:16:36.136-05:00

Mir and I put our coats down in the coat bedroom and headed into the main room where our friend Tzippy's engagement party was. We did our mazal tovs and gave her the gift we brought (like back in the old days when Mir and I would have discussions about buying movies together and then realize that it's too difficult a thing to share when you don't live together)."Have fun being fresh meat,"

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I scratched my shoulder this morning while getting dressed and a little while later it started to bleed. It's odd, I thought my nails were short because I just had them done yesterday, but you never know with these things. I scratched my shoulder before in the same spot a few months ago. Apparently, it's a very bruisable spot.On Monday, I slipped on some ice while trying to get into my car,

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Miryam came over to bake hamentashen today. Actually, allow me to phrase that more accurately: Miryam came over and I baked hamentashen. :) In other news, I held a stranger's baby last night at my father's cousin's wedding. The woman let me hold her baby the whole time and he was of the smiley sort. It was awesome."Daddy, I made a glasses chain with the beads you got me in London last time.

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The cafeteria was crowded with late lunchers and friends hanging out before their classes. Newcombe and I sat next to each other, hunched over the Metro New York crossword puzzle. "Atoll feature. What's an atoll?"Every few minutes we'd see a flash out of the corner of our eyes, look around, and find the same man with a professional camera around his neck snapping random shots of people. The

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Today is the best Valentine's Day ever!First, Zahava gave me a Facebook gift. Then Ariel asked me to be his exclusive Valentino because we've been Facebook-married for over a year. After that, Michal IMed me to wish me a happy birthday because she thought my screenname was Miryam's. And lastly, Tova asked me to be her Valentine.I know it sounds silly, but I love v-day for the ridiculousness of

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All hail the mighty power of Van the Man and Levon's beard in this video:When I'm bored, I like watching videos on Youtube of my top performers. I thought The Brothers covering The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down and Into the Mystic was the best thing to ever happen to me, but I'm pretty sure this video (though not live) knocks that out. Really, Van Morrison is one of the best show-stealers

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Before I go to sleep, I feel a dire need to address a certain situation that happened tonight. The situation that happened to me is called a "plot twist" in literary terms and since I am an English major, I will call it just that. Please sit back and enjoy my tale of Plot Twist.I went to a friend whose house I had never been to before for Shabbos. Now, everyone knows that you should never go

BrownsvilleGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06896900874168015361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11128674.post-1170738956352906162007-02-06T00:15:00.000-05:002007-02-23T10:33:08.122-05:00

This past spring, my tooth hurt when I walked. It was the oddest thing, but every time I'd put my right foot down on a hard surface, the teeth on the upper right side of my mouth would start to hurt. I called the dentist for an appointment and they told me they didn't have one for a week. I insisted on one before then because I was going away for Shavuot and nearly cried from pain when I did

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I woke up this morning in a panic that I had overslept and was late. I sat up in the tight and twisted sleeping bag my cousin lent me (which I had on top of an air mattress) and panicked. I was too sleepy to think about where I was or what time it was, but as I was unzipping the sleeping bag, I had a sense that something was wrong. Everyone was still sleeping. Didn't Zahava say her roommate

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I was driving home one day when 107.1 The Peak started playing a Jack Johnson song I knew the words to, so I naturally sang along. "They say every man needs protection. They say every man must fall..." There was just one thing off. Sometimes I hear a song I hadn't heard in a long time and sing along gingerly, unsure about the words I'm saying and when the tune shifts. If I had known this song

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Sometimes you act a certain way and then realize that what you’ve done, if you had been male and less attractive, would have been considered borderline creepy. Then, of course, you end up getting confused about what’s what and who’s who and where the line that you so obviously crossed is. You see, I went to a friend’s half birthday party last night at his apartment on the Upper West Side. At

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When there's no deadline looming ahead, I tend not to get any writing done. This is a shame because I've been collecting essay ideas over the past two months and have yet to get any of them down. Another thing is that the spacebar of my family computer clicks loudly when you hit it and sometimes needs to be pressed more than once to do its job. I know it's annoying, but I never told anyone

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I had a few extra minutes this morning, so I stopped at Starbucks to get a coffee (I stopped doing caffeine so I just had a tea, but I was very tired and needed a boost). I pulled into a spot, crossed Queens Blvd., and got a latte. The light was turning green when I was ready to cross, but I ran across the first part of the blvd. anyway because there was only one car waiting. As I ran in front

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Tomorrow will be a high of 20*, Monday will be 23*, and Tuesday will be 35* up in Vermont. And I care because tomorrow, I'm heading up there for a three day skiing trip. Also, my brother brought his science book home for winterbreak to do some recreational reading. He decided he wants to be a cardiologist. When I was his age, I thought I'd be living in an apt. in the city by the time I was 18

BrownsvilleGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06896900874168015361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11128674.post-1169219469172924942007-01-19T09:44:00.000-05:002007-01-19T10:11:09.610-05:00

Good morning, snow. Good morning, birds I hear chirping. Everything's up and around backwards. Whooo ooooh office depot ooh ooh we will lend you a hand and for all that you do, we hand it to you whooo ooooh office depot oooh ooh we will lend you a hand...Well, yesterday, anyway, I went to get a manicure at the new place around the corner from my office. As I was picking out a color, this

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I walked into the gas station straight from the gym to purchase a car wash. There was an elderly looking black man standing near the cashier. Noticing me as I walked toward the cashier, the man asked who did my braids."What?""Who braided your hair?""Oh, I did.""Really?" He laughed, "I thought only black people can braid!""Surprise!"And he threw his head back and let out a belly-laugh at that.

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Recently, I've been going to bed at 10:30 or 11:30 and still, with eight hours of sleep, walking around with bags under my eyes. I tried make-up. I tried more sleep. Then I tried baking a cake.You see, sometimes you're just down and you can't break out of it because you wake up at 6:30 every morning. Then yesterday I was having a bad morning so I didn't want to talk to anyone. I left work

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Yesterday I had hot chocolate and dark solid chocolate for lunch. I'm saying this now because I'm finishing the chocolate for breakfast. Milk chocolate is too sweet for me. Or maybe it's too sweet for me now because I always have dark chocolate. It took me a while to find a good dark chocolate because they always make them either too hard or far too bitter for me to handle yet. Hershey's

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No, because by "Happy Hippie" I am not referring to myself. I was just demonstrating a happy hippie's dance for Mir and Doni when we went hiking and Mir thought it was funny.

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I was sitting on my bedroom floor dividing my newly purchased beads into my newly purchased bead organizer (a great investment since I usually end up keeping my beads in baggies) when I put my hand down hard on a curler that I must've forgotten to put back with the other curlers. When the pinching pains in my palm (HAHA!) subsided, it occurred to me that maybe my room was a bit too cluttered

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Today, the WSJ.com's survey question was How would you grade your fashion sense? They don't usually give the "men" and "women" options, but today they did. I viewed both the men and women's results and noted how great the difference was in the amount of votes garnered for each category. The number were 394 and 832. That is, only 394 women voted while a whopping 832 men did. I was surprised.

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I went to bed early last night, readying myself for the 6:20 wake-up I do when I have work. After two weeks off (one for finals, one for vacation), I was afraid I'd oversleep. But by 7:01, I was in my car and listening to the traffic report. By 7:20, I was approching the Tappan Zee. And by 8:02, I had just crossed the Whitestone. I had been listening to the radio the whole drive, but for

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My brother came home from Israel for our younger brother's bar mitzvah. I forced him to take a picture with me because he called me Pippi Longstocking.The Shabbos was beautiful. My favorite part was after my brother leined. First, the minute he was done my Bubbe popped her head into the men's section to congratulate him. A few minutes later, he came into the ladies' section with his hands up

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I wanted to write something having to do with the parsha for the speech I'm giving at my brother's bar mitzvah. I took the Ramban Artscroll because I don't translate Hebrew very well and this one has all Ramban's commentaries translated. Awesome does not even begin to describe it.But then I noticed something interesting. In perek mem-vav, pasuk aleph, it says that Yaacov then brought karbanot

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I'm just a wee bit bursting with excitement over something I found this week. Mir and I went hiking at Buttermilk Falls in Nyack this Monday. Buttermilk Falls was apparently Teddy Roosevelt's favorite place to think. None of the trail books I've read that in mentioned when it was his favorite place to think, but I think it's just plain ol' awesome anyway. So anyway, I thought that if I'd

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I know, but I rarely get things done when I'm on vacation. Plus, my brother's bar mitzvah is this Shabbos and I still have to finish my speech.

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Wednesday night was another Bluegrass night.Have a good Shabbos and enjoy the last day of Chanuka!

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The woman in front of me opened the door, glanced at the little boy standing there right in front of his mother, and walked into Starbucks. I caught the door from her and held it open for the toddler and his mother to leave. "Cute boots!" The mother said.I thanked her and walked inside.So, ladies, y'know how if you're walking in the city and a guy gives you a look-over and then nods and smiles

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Dwight walks into the office and plunks a dead goose down onto Pam's desk....Dwight: He was already dead and we Schrutes use every part of the goose. The meat has a delicious, smokey, rich flavor. Plus you can use the molten goose grease and save it in the refrigerator thus saving you a trip to the store for an expensive can of goose grease.Jim: Wow. Win-win...Phyllis likes goose and seems to

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Just today someone was telling me about how nervous older people make her. She was trying to drive and this old man with his cane was walking slowly across the street and he had no one with him, etc. So here's a shout out to all the older people who are still sticking it to the man and rocking out. Yesterday, my grandfather got a speeding ticket for doing 55 in a 30 mile zone on his way to our

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Sometimes a person will say something so completely and totally over the line that the well-known but invisible line is not even visible. Just moments ago, I got into the elevator at the lobby and joined the 50-something year-old man carrying boxes who was already in it."Wow! Nice boots! Lemme see those."Yes. He said, "wow" and "lemme see those" with regard to my boots. I swiveled my ankle

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I have to admit that I'm kinda famous. My friend Ariel has a radio show on the YU radio and it happens to be that my cousin and I called in tonight and I spoke to them and then they hung up by mistake. So what did the big shot DJs say? They asked me to call back. And then? After that? They were talking about something they didn't know about that happened to be something I knew about, so I

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Driving to work this morning, there was a garbage truck on my left and an Xterra on my right. Normally, I wouldn't care or remember, but they were both trying to merge into me. Not into my lane--into me, into my spot. My car isn't small enough for me to excuse them with a "they didn't see me," so I don't know what either one of them was thinking. As a matter of fact, the drivers owe me their

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To honor my inability to fall asleep tonight, I will grace you with what has to be one of my favorite clips from The Office ever. Argue that there are much better clips all you want--this one makes me laugh out loud EVERY SINGLE TIME I watch it. I remember that once, to end an all nighter I pulled in high school, I made myself a Havarti cheese, mustard, and pickles on an everything bagel for

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My new favorite lunch is cream cheese, banana, and chocolate peanut butter on pumpernickel rye. My father said I don't have to worry about people taking my lunch, but it's actually quite good. So here's a lesson my father taught me when I used to turn my nose up at the foods he tried (peanut butter with mayo, etc.): don't knock it till you try it.

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10 points to the first person who can figure out which letter they're substituting because I know I can't!

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I took the boots off, put them back into their box, and placed them next to the shoes I was going to buy."Excuse me," the saleslady said while picking my shoes up, "can I just take these shoes to that lady? She wants to try them on for size.""I'm going to buy these."The saleslady looked at me. "She just wants to try them for size. To see if they're her size.""Um...right, but I'm going to buy

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I like reading five books at one time, drinking a two or three different drinks per dish, baking while writing, doing my nails while chatting online, and learning how to salsa while listening to reggae. I'm not much of a multi-tasker but I find it easier to accomplish a task when it's not the only thing I have to focus on. "But you know you can't marry two men," my mother warned me earlier

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There's this new song by Beck I hear on the radio all the time that goes, "I think I'm in love but it makes me kinda nervous to say so." It took a couple of hearings of the song for me realize what about it bugged me. It's completely and totally inarticulate. At first I thought that the artist's inability to state his feelings was annoying because as a song, the lyrics should stand out strong

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