tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-111286742009-11-01T21:15:14.847-05:00Who can resist loving cinnamon rugelach?BrownsvilleGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06896900874168015361noreply@blogger.comBlogger802125tag: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.

BrownsvilleGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06896900874168015361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11128674.post-29604184576061552322007-06-19T10:47:00.000-04:002007-06-19T10:49:34.467-04:00

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

BrownsvilleGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06896900874168015361noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11128674.post-18051312274717527222007-06-14T21:02:00.000-04:002007-06-14T21:06:53.443-04:00

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

BrownsvilleGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06896900874168015361noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11128674.post-11747291192387171162007-05-29T21:35:00.000-04:002007-05-29T21:52:28.674-04:00

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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