So much for one word titles.
Radio ads are sometimes an incredible form of information and entertainment. Images can be portrayed through pictures. Sometimes, though, the ads can be a little....irritating. Creepy. Silly.
The creepiest ad I have been hearing recently is the anti smoking campaign ad, in which a woman suggests people record their voices for their grandchildren to hear. Since the only voice her grandchildren know is the artificial one created by her artificial device. It is the creepiest ad I have ever heard. I cannot listen to it, I usually switch stations. Not that I ever wished to smoke. I abhor the smell. But if you know someone who smokes, let him/her listen to it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EyVLKHEqTu0
While searching for the link, I discovered that she just passed away. I was sad to hear that. I hope some people quit today based on her video.
On a lighter note,
the Grossest ads - D-I-N-O-V-I-T-E.
Do we really want to hear about stinky discharge from dogs' ears, smelly oozing pus from postules on the hairy body, breath that reeks, body odors, emissions, and other disgusting descriptions of what is wrong with someone's dog? Ewww
Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Honking
what's with flashing or honking friends as you drive by? I was at an intersection off of 306 this afternoon when I heard wild honking. I whipped my head around and shrieked to my kids, "what?! what is it? Do I have a flat? Did I run over a streimel? was it a streimel on a head? Is there a cop honking me? who is it? who is it?"
My kids stopped talking and just stared at me. I had a wild look and my whipping around flipped my shaitel into my mouth, and the ends got caught on my sunglasses. I was frightful looking.
Thank you to my friend who doesn't call me but feels the need to honk like a meshugana when she sees me.
OR...
flashing someone from behind them. I was waiting to turn a corner, when a minivan pulled up behind me, like really, really close behind me. then she started flashing her headlights. First I thought, "Are my lights on but they shouldn't be? Are my lights off when they should be on? Did I go through a red light? Was I suppose to turn?"
then I got annoyed and thought, no way is that female flashing her brights because I didn't make the left turn when there was a five second break between the 18 wheeler and the school bus. She must be kidding! I was really irked and distracted, then my youngest shouted, "Hey Ma! It's your friend _____!!"
when I drive, I drive. I flash my brights if it is 8:45 and getting dark and oncoming traffic doesn't have their lights on.
And I honk when someone is walking with their back to the traffic three feet off the shoulder. Or when I pull into a driveway to pick someone up.
You want to talk to me? great! CALL ME ON THE PHONE!!
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Single
I will now be writing posts with a single word as the post title.
twill be a real challenge for me, Miss Wordy.
54 people looked at my previous post!?
I am the Sally Fields of blogging
twill be a real challenge for me, Miss Wordy.
54 people looked at my previous post!?
I am the Sally Fields of blogging
What Is The Real Meaning Of Tzniyus?
Truthfully? I have no clue.
I mean of course I do, but I don't feel like going into it.
A poster on my previous blog entry stated her daughter thought it might be Un-Tzniyasdik to give a picture of herself. As a result, the boy declined to date her.
I don't agree about it being untzniyusdik. They will be spending time together in close quarters, hopefully making eye contact. That's what you do on dates. He's gonna see her anyway, the picture isn't inappropriate for that reason. But to nix a shidduch cuz you DIDN'T get a picture?
First of all: Good for you! Good for you and your daughter for not capitulating and giving in to this idiocy of demanding a picture. I would venture to say that he was not Your Intended One. I cannot imagine that H' (Hashem) would allow a bashert to slip through your hands because you didn't give him a picture.
I believe we can blame (cuz I love to do that) the shadchanim.
If every single shadchan out there would refuse to give pictures of girls, what would happen? Boys would actually have to risk a date with someone who doesn't look like what they think or more often their mother thinks is the ideal look for their son!
And for you boys' mothers who say, "you know what's involved for a boy to date? He has to give up seder, rent a car, shower/shave/get dressed, drive (let's say up to Monsey, for Brooklyn people that's practically Canada), pay for drinks/dinner/mini golf/parking/tolls, then drive back! that's hours and hours and lotsa moola and what if the minute he walks in the door he doesn't like her looks? Let's avoid that problem!
NO! NO! NO!
Let's teach our boys that it's not just about looks! That you can attempt to have a conversation with someone who might not be "your look" but might prove to be interesting! engaging! cute! charming!
I mean of course I do, but I don't feel like going into it.
A poster on my previous blog entry stated her daughter thought it might be Un-Tzniyasdik to give a picture of herself. As a result, the boy declined to date her.
I don't agree about it being untzniyusdik. They will be spending time together in close quarters, hopefully making eye contact. That's what you do on dates. He's gonna see her anyway, the picture isn't inappropriate for that reason. But to nix a shidduch cuz you DIDN'T get a picture?
First of all: Good for you! Good for you and your daughter for not capitulating and giving in to this idiocy of demanding a picture. I would venture to say that he was not Your Intended One. I cannot imagine that H' (Hashem) would allow a bashert to slip through your hands because you didn't give him a picture.
I believe we can blame (cuz I love to do that) the shadchanim.
If every single shadchan out there would refuse to give pictures of girls, what would happen? Boys would actually have to risk a date with someone who doesn't look like what they think or more often their mother thinks is the ideal look for their son!
And for you boys' mothers who say, "you know what's involved for a boy to date? He has to give up seder, rent a car, shower/shave/get dressed, drive (let's say up to Monsey, for Brooklyn people that's practically Canada), pay for drinks/dinner/mini golf/parking/tolls, then drive back! that's hours and hours and lotsa moola and what if the minute he walks in the door he doesn't like her looks? Let's avoid that problem!
NO! NO! NO!
Let's teach our boys that it's not just about looks! That you can attempt to have a conversation with someone who might not be "your look" but might prove to be interesting! engaging! cute! charming!
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Ho -Hum
I was really annoyed about 2 things today. DIP3 suggested I blog about it. As you all know, I haven't blogged in a very long time, and I told her so - plus the fact that I get no feedback. To which she replied, "people read it, but don't respond". And anyway, this is a good way for me to express my distress. It's too long for a facebook post.
I am irked that it is acceptable to ask for a picture of The Girl when suggesting a shidduch. Mainly I am bothered by this, because I think it is just plain disgusting that without even meeting a girl face to face, a boy will nix her immediately. I get it if he doesn't like blond or red. Actually, scratch that, I don't get it at all. Ever hear of hair dye? or buying a different color sheitel? But that's not even the issue!
How do you nix meeting someone just because she isn't "the look" you want? If all the other details about her are a match, just meet and shmooze.
How vain and empty headed are these heilig boys we are running after.
This isn't the same thing as meeting a girl once or twice and then deciding she just isn't attractive. Gosh!
The other thing that has been irking me all day is hearing stories of people using 70 or 110 or 200 AMEX credit cards to buy merchandise.
It doesn't matter if it's Halachically acceptable. Is it within the spirit of the law?
Even if your brother in law personally called up AMEX and asked "them" (who? some secretary?) and "they" said it was ok to buy one $400 item with 13 credit cards, each of which would be swiped 3 times to pay for said item.
There is just something so tasteless about this whole..... chap.
and how on earth did they get all those cards? A picture on vinnews had a guy with what looked like 100 cards. Can you imagine his credit score?
If you're paying off debt, guess what! If it's on the credit card, it is still debt!
tasteless.
I am irked that it is acceptable to ask for a picture of The Girl when suggesting a shidduch. Mainly I am bothered by this, because I think it is just plain disgusting that without even meeting a girl face to face, a boy will nix her immediately. I get it if he doesn't like blond or red. Actually, scratch that, I don't get it at all. Ever hear of hair dye? or buying a different color sheitel? But that's not even the issue!
How do you nix meeting someone just because she isn't "the look" you want? If all the other details about her are a match, just meet and shmooze.
How vain and empty headed are these heilig boys we are running after.
This isn't the same thing as meeting a girl once or twice and then deciding she just isn't attractive. Gosh!
The other thing that has been irking me all day is hearing stories of people using 70 or 110 or 200 AMEX credit cards to buy merchandise.
It doesn't matter if it's Halachically acceptable. Is it within the spirit of the law?
Even if your brother in law personally called up AMEX and asked "them" (who? some secretary?) and "they" said it was ok to buy one $400 item with 13 credit cards, each of which would be swiped 3 times to pay for said item.
There is just something so tasteless about this whole..... chap.
and how on earth did they get all those cards? A picture on vinnews had a guy with what looked like 100 cards. Can you imagine his credit score?
If you're paying off debt, guess what! If it's on the credit card, it is still debt!
tasteless.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
It's Kosher....
I saw today that chicken livers under Rabbi Weismandel were $4.99 @ lb, while chicken livers under KJ (Kiryas Yoel) were $7.99 @lb.
They looked exactly the same, so I asked The Meat Guy why the $3 difference per pound.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "maybe they toiveled the chicken first".
Ha!! An awesome sense of humor buried in the meat department of All Fresh!
I guess he sells the stuff, but isn't a fan
They looked exactly the same, so I asked The Meat Guy why the $3 difference per pound.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "maybe they toiveled the chicken first".
Ha!! An awesome sense of humor buried in the meat department of All Fresh!
I guess he sells the stuff, but isn't a fan
Wednesday, April 30, 2014
Letters From The Past
This past Sunday my husband and I undertook a very long overdue project, one we have pushed off doing for a long time.
We emptied out our attic.
It's almost like an IRA account, constant contributions over the years, but penalties if you withdraw anything. That's kind of how we treated the stuff up there. We did go into our attic frequently, to take down and return suitcases, The Pesach Stuff, The Succos Stuff, The Chanuka Stuff, The Machzorim. But for the most part it was storage of things we didn't use but didn't want to discard.
One of the collections gathering dust is a box of papers and things from our pre-marriage status. And in that box are letters. Cards. Communications. Newspaper clippings.
"FINALLY, A PEACE TREATY WITH ISRAEL!"
"A-Ba-Ni-Bi-O-Bo-Hay-Bayv-O-Bo-Ta-Bach wins Eurovision, the sign of stupidity..." (this clipping was in Hebrew and my husband had to translate while gasping for breath at the Israeli humor).
My favorite box: the Nachas box - with reports, awards, report cards (not all such nachas) of my children. Old class photos. The Rosh Hashana and Chanuka and Mother's Day cards, love notes, angry notes, refua shelaima cards, birthday cards, all from my children.
Of course I spent waaaay too much time rereading everything.
But all this is just to give you an idea of how...old everything in my attic is. And to lead into my feelings of how fast the years went by, my yearning for a time long gone.
Letters. Letters. and more Letters.
Between my husband and his cousin in America (he grew up in Israel) who he connected with one summer after a visit. This was in the 70's, when people didn't call frequently. Thin light blue airmail letters, where you wrote on every available space.
Letters between my husband and his uncle, aunt, brothers, grandmother.
Birthday cards.
All the letters I wrote home from my seminary year in Israel. That my mother saved.
50 or 60 or 70 postcards from my father, who traveled often (still does!) throughout the United States. Photos of wheat fields and combines and tractors and big cities and famous midwestern landmarks.
Birthday wishes from my siblings.
Mazel Tov letters when my husband and I got engaged. Some in Hebrew, some illegible, all lengthy and wordy and shmoozy and some weepy. (We had hoped to move to Israel. My sisters' letters, one excited I would be living there during her seminary year four years in the future, one from a younger sister sad she wouldn't see me often).
And eventually, Mazel tov cards and letters for the birth of our children. From my beloved grandmother, A'H. A brother in Yeshiva in Israel. An old friend. A relatively new sister -in-law.
And beautiful, sometimes sappy, sometimes mushy, definitely loving and young and excited-about-our-future letters and cards from my husband.
To all of you young people from a generation that texts, emails, instagrams, tweets- it won't be the same for you. Even if you save every electronic communication. It won't smell and feel like the past, like a time gone by. Reading those old emails and texts will not take you back to those memories, won't remind you of where you were, will not be a physical lasting reminder of the beautiful relationships and correspondence you once had with your loved ones.
Go write someone a letter. Now! And ask them to write back to you.
One day you'll cherish it.
We emptied out our attic.
It's almost like an IRA account, constant contributions over the years, but penalties if you withdraw anything. That's kind of how we treated the stuff up there. We did go into our attic frequently, to take down and return suitcases, The Pesach Stuff, The Succos Stuff, The Chanuka Stuff, The Machzorim. But for the most part it was storage of things we didn't use but didn't want to discard.
One of the collections gathering dust is a box of papers and things from our pre-marriage status. And in that box are letters. Cards. Communications. Newspaper clippings.
"FINALLY, A PEACE TREATY WITH ISRAEL!"
"A-Ba-Ni-Bi-O-Bo-Hay-Bayv-O-Bo-Ta-Bach wins Eurovision, the sign of stupidity..." (this clipping was in Hebrew and my husband had to translate while gasping for breath at the Israeli humor).
My favorite box: the Nachas box - with reports, awards, report cards (not all such nachas) of my children. Old class photos. The Rosh Hashana and Chanuka and Mother's Day cards, love notes, angry notes, refua shelaima cards, birthday cards, all from my children.
Of course I spent waaaay too much time rereading everything.
But all this is just to give you an idea of how...old everything in my attic is. And to lead into my feelings of how fast the years went by, my yearning for a time long gone.
Letters. Letters. and more Letters.
Between my husband and his cousin in America (he grew up in Israel) who he connected with one summer after a visit. This was in the 70's, when people didn't call frequently. Thin light blue airmail letters, where you wrote on every available space.
Letters between my husband and his uncle, aunt, brothers, grandmother.
Birthday cards.
All the letters I wrote home from my seminary year in Israel. That my mother saved.
50 or 60 or 70 postcards from my father, who traveled often (still does!) throughout the United States. Photos of wheat fields and combines and tractors and big cities and famous midwestern landmarks.
Birthday wishes from my siblings.
Mazel Tov letters when my husband and I got engaged. Some in Hebrew, some illegible, all lengthy and wordy and shmoozy and some weepy. (We had hoped to move to Israel. My sisters' letters, one excited I would be living there during her seminary year four years in the future, one from a younger sister sad she wouldn't see me often).
And eventually, Mazel tov cards and letters for the birth of our children. From my beloved grandmother, A'H. A brother in Yeshiva in Israel. An old friend. A relatively new sister -in-law.
And beautiful, sometimes sappy, sometimes mushy, definitely loving and young and excited-about-our-future letters and cards from my husband.
To all of you young people from a generation that texts, emails, instagrams, tweets- it won't be the same for you. Even if you save every electronic communication. It won't smell and feel like the past, like a time gone by. Reading those old emails and texts will not take you back to those memories, won't remind you of where you were, will not be a physical lasting reminder of the beautiful relationships and correspondence you once had with your loved ones.
Go write someone a letter. Now! And ask them to write back to you.
One day you'll cherish it.
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