Cold

when the cold seeps
into
my bones
and i can't
move
for fear of cracking
something
and i try to move my fingers
but they're
icicles
and my toes are little mounds of
ice cubes
and i'm shivering
shivering
shaking
from head to foot
begging for a bit of
warmth
so
so
c-c-c-c-c-cold.

Chinese Auctions

Chinese auction season.
The stunning decor.
The endless food.
The pushing.
The writing.
The wishing.
The gossiping.

Isn't it quite the anamoly that a yeshiva promotes a chinese auction?

Makes one wonder...

LOL

Just a funny one...

My sis recently had a baby (way past #1) and someone gave her an expensive gift with the following note attached:

"It was so wonderful participating in your wedding just a short while ago and now this! Mazal Tov on your new baby and may we only share in simchos."

Uuuummmm... yeah.
Sixth months is a bit too soon, wouldn't you say?

Aufruf Bags

Here I am...

Filling little bags with nuts...
And others with mints...
Tying ribbons...
Stuffing bags...
Typing schedules...
Buying mini mouthwash...
And Tums...
And jelly snacks...
Searching for rainhats...
Popping Motrin...

Boy do I feel spiritual...

Shabbos Chicken (or none)

I wanted to make Shabbos
Planned the entire meal
Wrote up a list of things to buy
'Twasn't a big deal

I drove out to the grocery
And began to play my part
Veggies, fish and croutons
Made their way into my cart

Then over to the meat fridge
I gently wheeled my stuff
To purchase Shabbos chickens
(For Yom Tov just wasn't enough)

I looked to the left and to the right
I blinked and rubbed my eyes
The fridge was rather empty
Much to my surprise

I quickly called my sis in law
To ask if she could buy
A chicken for my Shabbos tish
She said that she would try

She called me minutes later
Confusion in her voice
No chickens in the entire town
This week, meat's the choice

So steak was duly purchased
As this past week's Shabbos fare
I guess we must remember
To stock up early next year!

Trip for One

The children gather 'round the cage
Their eyes are filled with glee
They wait there with their parents
Chattering incessantly

"Mommy, what do monkeys eat?"
He questions without end
But Mommy's much too busy now
She's chatting with a friend

"Daddy, when's the keeper coming?"
She hesitantly asks
But Daddy's on his cellphone
It's a more important task

The children line up one by one
They wait impatiently
They're on line for the Ferris Wheel
As happy as can be

And Daddy raises Little One
Places him upon the seat
His Little Boy's not smiling
Though the moment should be sweet

'Cuz Daddy's on his Bluetooth
And Mom's too scared to ride
And as the ride goes up, up, up
Little Boy looks at his side

And all he sees are Daddies
And Mommies on the phone
The forgot the very reason
They didn't stay at home

This holiday's one of happiness
But it's not so for some
So, dear mommies and daddies
Spend REAL time with your little ones.

Menu

Any ideas for Yom Tov menus?
I'd love to try something new...

Used to...

When you're used to teaching
A desk job's uninviting
When you're used to speaking
A computer's not exciting
When you're used to teenagers
Adults seem quite the bore
When you're used to insanity
Silence is a chore
When you're used to one thing
Another's difficult to try
When you're trying to make money
You really don't ask why...

Getting Ready...

I'm washing the mushrooms
The onions I'm dicing
Not thinking about
The finger I'm slicing

The apples are peeled
The honey cake's baking
Not thinking about
The back that is aching

The corned beef is cooking
And so is the soup
Not thinking about
My messy back room

The potatoes are grated
I've spiced all the fish
Not thinking about
The shiur I've missed

The table is set now
The candles are lit
So different from last year
Life's changed quite a bit...

I'm back!

Hey y'all.
If you're still listening.
I finally got hooked up to the web, so I hope to start writing again on a regular basis. I kinda miss this place...
(though I am starting a new job, so I may be a bit on and off...)

See ya around!

LOL

Just a little funny story that occured about a month after my wedding...

My nephew (6 years of age) turns to my sister and plaintively says "Ma, the next baby we have, could we not keep?"

My sister was, quite obviously, taken aback and asked him why he would ask such a thing.

"Well, Tante Dreamer just got married and she doesn't have any kids yet, so could we give the next one to her?"

So generous, no?

Are You Okay?

The other day, a car hit mine. Baruch Hashem, my car sustained just a small, barely noticeable scratch.

It was raining, and I was going really slow, yet I couldn't stop. I swerved to avoid him, and thereby just missed hitting the front passenger door. Had I been travelling a little faster, there would have been a major accident.

Though he had pulled out of a spot parked the wrong way and drove across the lane straight into me, he still claimed that it was my fault; that I "came out of nowhere."

Then, truly from out of nowhere, came a tow truck with a photographer in tow. (Even before the police arrived!) Didn't bother to ask if I'm okay; didn't bother to say excuse me; he asked if I was filing, and when I replied in the negative, he zoomed off. (We spotted him a few minutes later, towing another car...)

My fellow Yid - I am truly disgusted. I know you have to earn a parnassa, but please! A little mentchlichkeit!

And the award goes to...

They all said
Brooklyn driving
was really bad.

Couldn't get worse.

Guess all haven't driven through
Lakewood.

:(

Out Of It

Pesach is on its way.

But for all the prep I've been doing
You'd never know.

I feel so out of it.

At least I'm able to bake tomorrow.
Will make me feel a bit better about not doing anything.

New Beginnings...

They all said
they've never been
to a wedding
like ours.

It wasn't just
the number
of attendees.

It wasn't
the food

or the decor

or even
the location.

It wasn't the length of time
people stayed around.
(packed tables until after the second dance)

It wasn't the hair
the makeup
or the gowns.

It wasn't even the dancing
(though even I barely sat...
people didn't even know that I sprained my ankle.)

No.

It was the feeling
in the air.
The joy.
The endless simcha.

Thank you
for making my wedding
one to remember.

As the caterer said,
"I've done many weddings
but I've never seen one
like this one."

Mazal Tov!

Laid Up

G-d has the last laugh.

Here I am
about to marry
and thinking of the dancing
going for last fittings
purchasing accessories
shoes...

and all it takes
is one little slip
and I'm laid up
iced up
hopping about on one leg.

I'll be glad if I'm able to
walk down the aisle.
and i sure hope i'll be able to dance some.

and now it's up to mom
to finish the shopping
and packing

and my poor chosson is left
wondering what he can do
to make me more comfortable
but realizing that he can't.

guess we'll make the best of it
and laugh about it
in our old age.

till next time,
I remain

Dreamer.

Purim Date Revisited...

Part 1

Part 2

Driving Song

Hands tapping the steering wheel
While waiting for the light to change
Humming the tune makes it more real
When you're so out of range

And I hear you softly whispering
Goodbye
And as the light turns from red to green
I know that I...

I'm thinking
As I'm driving along
And I'm dreaming
As I'm singing our song
And I'm hoping
That everything will be OK with you
Yes I do...


Turning up the music full blast
Singing along at the top of my lungs
Helps me to live a bit of the past
While staying what I've become

I roll down the window next to me
To feel the wind blow
And though you're not where I want you to be
I'll say what I know

Cuz I'm thinking
As I'm driving along
And I'm dreaming
As I'm singing our song
And I'm hoping
That everything will be OK with you
Yes I do...

Hurt

Locked in a power struggle
I have no wish
To be a part of.

As long as someone is helped,
Who cares who does the helping?

Do you really have to put another down?

Do you really have to confuse
Someone who is already quite confused?

Do you really think my hashkafos
Are not up to par?

Why are you catching me on something
You do yourself?

Why are you taking me to task
For something you never spoke to me about?

Have you ever asked me
Why I do the things I do?

Have you ever asked me anything at all?

And one last question -
Would you ever have spoken to her if I hadn't done so first?



I'm so glad I'm leaving this school.

Different

Different foods.
Different jokes.
Different decor.
Defferent shul.
Different tastes.
Different mannerisms.
Different faces.
Different friends.
Different siblings.
Different schedule.
Different discussions.
Different nephews.
Different problems.
Different surroundings.

Things are so different
When you're at the in-laws.

Acting The Part

The curtains have parted
The show has begun
And there's little old me on the stage

And I say my line
Just the very first one
But it seems that I'm on the wrong page

The audience snickers
It's their bit of fun
As I start to feel half my age

When another actor
Whose part's almost done
Spouts advice with the ease of a sage

And he tells me I must
Desist to run
And slowly walk into my cage

Act the same as the next
Forget every pun
Dress along with the ton
Expect to have fun
Wear your hair in a bun
Never use a gun
Stay out of the sun
And that nobody's won
On this stage.

Responsibility

I don't think many kids (or adults!) nowadays know what it means to take responsibilty for their actions. They think that if they do something wrong, people should and will automatically forgive them, no matter how grave the sin. They think that if they say "I'm sorry" then they shouldn't have to face the consequences.

You should see the look of surprise on my students' faces when I tell them that I accept their apologies for their chutzpah, but they still have to sit detention. It's almost like they never heard of such a thing; that once they said the magic words, all's forgotten.

Sorry, kiddos, but that's not the way life works. You lose a million dollars: no matter how many times you apologize, the money ain't comin back.

Learn to take responsibilty, own up to your faults, and not expect things to magically disappear...

Thanks!

Thank you for the patience
And for the endless care
Thank you for the emails
To let me know you're there
Thank you for the messages
Reminding me to write
Thanks for the encouragement
At any time of night
Thanks for the chats
and for the comments
and for the endless laughs
And I'm sorry things ain't regular
Since I found my better half...

Have a great Shabbos!

Getting There...

Beeeeeeeeeeep.

Hey, Dreamer!
Knock, knock.
I've been calling you for days
and you haven't answered your cell
even once.
I know you're engaged, but
COME ON!
Things can't be that busy.

Wait, that's you clicking in.
Bye now.

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Dreamer!
Baruch Mechayeh Meisim!
So, how's gown searching coming along?
What?!?
You have one already?
What about everything else?
Yah, I hear you.
Ok, so you've got your
shoes
sheitels
sheva brachos outfits
headpiece
veil
hall
shabbos sheva brachos place
exchanged gifts
...

WHEN DID YOU GO TO ISRAEL?!?
Uh, huh.
You're crazy, dreamer, you know?
Yeah, yeah, whatever.
Need help marking those midterms?
Right.
Yup.

Ok, so when you're finished furniture shopping,
will you have time to talk?
You have time to speak now?
:)

Change...

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Have a great one!

Happy :)

It feels so good to make so many people so happy...

Wow, I never knew that I was so popular.
It's sooooooo crazy!

:)



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Mazal Tov!

Just wanted to let you all in on the good news...

It's official!

May we continue to share in simchos!

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Just When I....

Just when I think I know it all
You prove to me that I'm wrong

Just when I think I've heard it all
You sing me a new song.

Just when I think I've seen it all
You show me things to come

Just when I think I've done it all
You take me for a run

Just when I think I've dreamed it all
You send me off to sleep

Just when I think I've typed it all
I hear the computer bleeeeeeeeep....

How Many?

I didn't write this, but I really like it.

How many slams in an old screen door?
Depends how loud you shut it.
How many slices in a bread?
Depends how thin you cut it.
How much good inside a day?
Depends how good you live ‘em.
How much love inside a friend?
Depends how much you give ‘em.

Shel Silverstein