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How do you know if you're a lefty or a righty when it comes to archery? An experienced archer once said that you know based on what hand you pick your nose with. Tzvi, my esteemed bro-in-law, said with a tsk tsk, "It's nasal discrimination." Yes, my sister--that's the Kallah Hakedoisha, let me remind you--and her hubby are in the Holy Land. And it's been just one fabulous moment after another, chock full of laughter and hugs and nonstop chatter and all good things.  Let's jump right into it with Shabbos. Wow, Shabbos was insane. I went to the Steinsy's on Thursday night to welcome Malta and Tzvi, so my unparents and I were hanging out, enjoying life and the peace and quiet that was soon to be shattered with the most lovely arrival of my sister and husband.  They knocked on the door. I screamed, Mrs. Stein screamed, Mr. Stein did not scream, we opened the door, and there were hugs all around and lots of jumping up and down like hyper kangaroos.  We pick...

It's Shloims' fault that I'm writing this now and not paying attention in my faskinating class. I come into class this morning, all innocent-like, and she says, "Um, you didn't write your blog post this week." And I'm like, "It's only Monday, dude. The week started yesterday." And she responds, "It's been eight days since you've last written. And you missed last week." And I'm all offended and wounded to the depths of my soul, and she's laughing like she hasn't just ruined my life, and I sit down on my chair and cry hysterically, and the whole class turns to stare at me, and it was all very uncomfortable and awkward for everyone involved.  So, I might have slightly exaggerated the above story, but Shloims did tell me that I didn't write a blog post this week, and since I'm a good little girl, I listen to my friends. And I don't listen to my classes. So, here I am.  Get ready for this one. First, we ha...

Wow. I haven't missed a week's blog post in quite some time. That should just tell all y'all that I no longer like you. JK. It just means that I have no time to write, or do anything at all in this entire universe except for schoolwork.  But today, we must celebrate, actually. It's quite a great day today. My friend and I finished a crazy hard project that we'd been working on for a very long time last night...at 4 am. We are very excited and happy, and ready to begin doing all the other work that we've been neglecting these past weeks. But first, I will enjoy my newfound freedom.  Let me begin from last week's Shabbos, spent in Nevey Yaaqov with three friends. We ate two of the meals at our host family, the saintly Gruns, I will call them. They are very kind souls who host my friends and me many times, even though they have three kids, one of whom happens to be a therapy baby. For the other meal, Mikvah-Jumper Avigayil and I went to a very cute family. They...