Hudi's Home!

Dear friends and family (and maybe the random, unfortunate person who happens to come across this brain cell-killing blog), I am feeling much better, Baruch Hashem.  I got much sleep the past few days, did not go to school or work, and just read and cried and ate soup. So, a very productive week, I have to say.  Let's first talk about last week. Much happened, I'm sure. I just don't remember most of it. OPS, you see.  I do recall going to two beautiful vorts, one on Wednesday night, the other on Thursday. I went with my friend from Milwaukee, DD Goldner. Some of you might know her from her nickname, Devorah. I got to spend some time with my friend and go to simchas. So that was nice.  For Shabbos, I went to Banay Beraq with mikvah-jumper Avigayil, where I got to practice my non-existent Hebrew some more. The kids actually liked me this time. They let me read them some books, and we played together. It was very nice. Loved spending time with my cousins. And I met some...

Hey, all. Hope you're all alive and kicking. So, I'm kind of a sicko right now. My head hurts, and I don't like my computer.  So, my friend Shloims described the situation perfectly: "Hudi's in a hoodie (or Hoodie's in a Hudi) and she's peacing out." So long, y'all. Have a nice life.  I will try to write a different one later this week if I'm feeling better.  Miss you all.  Toodles from Hoodles!

Shalom, y'all. Let's get right into the crux of the matter, which is, obviously, that  the word moist is the grossest word in the English language. And if you disagree, then you're wrong.  This isn't random. It has very real import in my life. You see, in my line of work (AKA teaching), we run into some issues. Those issues being vowel families. Vowel families, of course, are families of vowels.  Side point: you know those words that you look up in the dictionary, and to define the word they use another form of that word. This came up in our intro to computers class. We were learning about recursion, and Google has a sense of humor. When you look up recursion, Google says, "You mean recursion ." He he he. If you didn't laugh, it means you're not a nerd.  But the definition of recursion is "the  repeated application of a recursive procedure or definition." Well, thanks Google. That clears things up.  Anyway, that was all a tangent. Back to the...

Well, hello there, all of you wonderful persons who don't mind losing a few brain cells each week. Just know, however many you lose by reading this, I lose twice as much writing it. So never fear. Just look how normal I've stayed. He he he.  Though, in all honesty, I think that I have mellowed in my old age.   A very exciting occurrence will happen on Shabbos: I will be odd again! 'Twill be a most wonderful feeling to be odd again. Haven't been odd for a whole year. So that's something to look forward to.  I went to the koisel recently, and it was empty. Walking through the old city was a little scary, because it was only myself and one other person. And it wasn't even such a cold night. It was quite nice to be there with very few other people. I could concentrate much better. This past Shabbos, I was in Ramois with my cousins, the Safers. One of their sons just had a baby girl a month ago, and he and his wife came for Shabbos. So I got to hold a cute little bab...

Oh, dear. I have a lot to ask forgiveness for. I have made you all wait not merely one but two days for this post. What could have possible gotten into me that I would think posting two days late is acceptable? Clearly, my classes and homeworks have hurt my brain to the point where I can longer make logical, sound decisions (as if I ever could). I can think of one solution to remedy this situation: quit college. So...I might end up pursuing my life-long dream and become a sanitation engineer. For all those who don't know that fancy lingo, it means a garbageman, or woman, if you want to be PC and all that. I'm telling you, people, garbage-collecting is the dream. Forget becoming a doctor or lawyer or computer scientist or businessperson. Do you think those people can survive without having their garbage removed weekly? I don't think so. Garbage people are vital to our society. What an incredible opportunity for me to give back to my community. And I will never have to take...

Hullo, all. I'm so many sorries that I am late yet again with my blog post. I guess I just wanted to teach you all the valuable lesson of learning to deal with disappointment. Because I am sure you all were extremely sad to check my blog website and not see a new update. You must have all cried yourselves to sleep last night. Dear me. What an awful, terrible, no-good, very bad person I am.  After that heartfelt introduction, I'm going to now regale you all with stories from my interesting life.  First and foremost, I had my digital systems midterm on Friday, which just happened to be my birfday. What a nice birfday present. I actually think I didn't fail. I think it went okay. Baruch Hashem.  My friends from digital systems' class and I made a rap. I would love to post it here, but that would be highly inappropriate and awkward. Nisht approps, as my brother Barrel would so aptly say. All you need to know is that the rap went something like this: "0000, 0001, 0010, ...