Top Ten Things Not to Say at the Baddekin

#1 It seems your mascara is running. Your crying from happiness, right?... OK, good.

#2 Woah, you put on some weight this past week.

#3 You really should have went with that other gown.

$4 Your dads paying for this, right?

#5 Ahh, it's you... I was hoping for Cameron Diaz, hehe, get it? no?

#6 Uhhh, I sorta left the ring at Wallmart.

#7 That schmorg is really doing a number on my stomache.

#8 Good luck in all your future endeavors.

#9 I feel like I should let you know - I spent our gift money and savings on a Harley - but don't worry, they say it really retains its value.

#10 Wow, you look beautiful Rebbec.... errrr Sara. Sara, right?

Your Story

I told my friend a Rebbe Nachman story that I have always found so simple and profound. It's a story, I believe, if internalized can really bring one to a level of contentment which is the doorway to joy.

Rebbe Nachman was a very poor tailor. One day his wife, frustrated at their disposition , asked her husband why he was so unsuccessful."You are a tailor, and shloime down the block is a tailor. Yet, he is wealthy and we are so poor." Rebbe Nachman internalized the question and softly replied, "That's his story, and this is my story."

When you are tied down with expectations, assuming all who go down a particular path end up in the same place, you are bound to wind up frustrated. Comparing yourself to other's only robs you of your uniqueness, and won't allow you to ever be satisfied.

We all have our own stories. They are complex,mysterious, wondeful, painful, and everything in between. Embrace each page.

yc

Combo's 412th dream

I was at a posh, but eerie wedding in Israel. Security was very tight and rude, people were trying to get in and couldn't. I went down to the bar, which was also a pizza parlor and asked Douek, who happened to be both the pizza guy and the bar tender for a gin and tonic. He said sure and made me a gin and tonic pizza. I told hi that I actually wanted a gin and tonic drink, but I will still take the pizza. He said, OK, but his boss gave him a frustrated look. He mde the drink, and I returned to my seat with the gin and tonic pizza and drink.

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cool counter, I bet the majority of these hits are my own visits to the blog checking for comments. On that note, please feel free to add some feedback or relate some things running around jo mind.

Names I Cherish

Contrary to the stereotypical male/female roles, I have chosen a number of names for my future boys (bhy)

1. Malkizidek - He will try to get on the white-rapper bandwagon, only to find that it has long been driven away and crashed by Eminem. He then will do quite well in auto insurance sales.

2. Kalanamus - He will dream of being a wrestler, and, interestingly, will end up coaching the local high-school team PS 112, where he also teaches social studies.

3. I had a third, but I cant remember it, hopefully I will by the time he comes around, if not I'll just call him combo jr. or steve.

cannot sleep

Many important things in life get done on those long sleepless nights. luckily I have been able to sleep pretty well lately, going to sleep at a normal hour (1ish) and waking up for shacharit (8ish). Last night, (which sounds odd because it was less than 12 hours ago) , I downed a medium latte before my bio-lab practical because I felt like I was crashing and I am still feeling its caffeinous pulsating grasp.

I have been wanting to start this blog for a while, but it wasn't until I couldn't sleep that I actually set it up.

Lesson: Drink more coffee.

Wuzzit all about?

In the past months I Began running. I like to think while I run, and after I run,and in my life that exists between these runs, and sometimes I want to share these ideas with those who might enjoy them, laugh at them, ignore them, make them into bumper stickers or birthday cards, shed a few tears at the more touching or inspirational ones.

There is a part of me that craves an audience. I don't think im unique in this. Ever since I learned my first chord on guitar (Amaj) from an instructional VHS that came with my shiny white squier mexican-standard strat, I ran to my moms room to show her my newfound skills, which she immediately interpreted as genius. Perhaps this blog will satisfy the exhibitionists within me.

That said, I begin my running diary (pun intended...sorry)