Evolution

That was a bad word when we were kids. Kind of like Nazi and Pork. But I want to write about evolution....of this blog.
My original plan had been to vent and rant about all related shidduchim issues, since I have "daughters in the Parsha" (what a hideous expression. Most of the daughters mentioned in the parshios are infamous or have a tragic end). But I got rid of all my previous blog entries, because
1. I think they were boring
2. No one read them, or if they did, no one commented on them.

I decided to change direction. Then I realized, I can really write about whatever I want!
The name of the blog is about how we identify ourselves. Right now shidduchim is a big part of my life. But all the other things I write about? Also real life. So for all of you burning with curiosity and the completely original name for my blog, here it is.
Now on to more fascinating conversations with YBS.

He lost his phone charger, and wants his sister to give him her old phone (if my kids spoke like the way I write I would throttle them. he? she? it? who are we talking about?) His sister doesn't want him to have it, and is trying to negotiate. Throughout this escalating yelling match, as I balabustishly stand there frying donuts for the oilam , YBS says:

YBS: "You are an achzor. This is mamosh Achzorius. Plain and simple"
Daughter: "You mean an achzorit. Like the epiteme of something. Like a Gazlan, the ultimate thief."

(NOTE: I AM SSSOOOOO PROUD OF HER WONDERFUL BAIS YAAKOV DIKDUK EDUCATION! RAH RAH SIS BOOM BAH! BAIS YAAKOV'S ROCK, HA HA HA)

YBS: "whatever, you're mamesh living the midah"
Me:"is this some new yeshivish midah I've missed in all the years of signing Midos charts and doing Midos Alerts and attending performances about Midos?"
YBS and Daughter: "it means CRUELTY"

Okay, one of my kids just accused the other of extreme cruelty. Because she won't give him her old phone and he won't buy a new charger.

another happy evening in the Daughters in the Parsha household. Happy Chanuka!!