Hudi's Home!

Alrighty, everyone. It has happened. I have finally turned the CH into a true HudiintheHolyLand fan. This is how it went: I said, "I think we should go write my blog together right now," and you should have seen how he jumped up and ran to get my computer. He was so excited. It was maybe the single most exciting moment in my life. It's official. The CH loves my blog.  Besides for that very exhilarating change, much else has happened this week. I mean, I'm sure many things have happened. I just can't remember most of them. EOOPS, you see. I do remember a very fun event that happened last week: My undad had his 26th birthday!! So I dragged the CH to Beit Shemesh for a surprise part organized by my unmom. It was so many muches of fun.  There was cake and some alcohol. Oh, everyone was so mean to me. They told me that this type of alcohol was honey and it was sweet and they promised me I would like it. Guess what? I don't think my throat will ever be the same. Alc...

Lesson for life: do not--I repeat--do not go shopping in Osher Ad right before Pesach. Because you are not supposed to rely on miracles. And if you get out alive, without a scratch, with all of your groceries  intact, within three hours, it's a miracle.  Anywho, let's talk about that holiday of freedom, where the matzois are more abundant than the air that you breathe and the maror is supposed to be bitter, but not really 'cause it's just lettuce, and lettuce ain't yummy but it ain't bitter either. Oh well, I'm not complaining. Thank you, Rabbanim, for watching out for my poor taste buds.  So, first day(s) (I still sometimes forget that I'm a shtickle Israeli and only have one day of Yom Tov), the CH and I were in Ramois, along with the Arbachs (that is for sure not how you spell it, but it's not like they're ever gonna read this brain-cell losing piece of literature that I call my blog). The seder was hilarious. There were like three different s...

I sat in a fridge yesterday, like actually sat in the fridge. Being short is good for some things, I guess, like cleaning out a fridge for Pesach. No, it was not my fridge, because even I, the shortiest of the shorts (that sounds off), could not sit in my fridge. And that's because it is small. Wow, that was highly intelligence.  Anywho, moving on from me having a chill (ha, pun intended) in the fridge, last week was Rosh Chodesh. So, the CH (that's Chushoova Hoosband for all you peeps who have OPS--that's Old People Syndrome for all of you who have YAS--that's Young and Stupid for all of you have EOOPS--remember, the 'e' is silent) made shnitzel in honor of the new month. And it came out so good. You know what that means? I ain't making shnitzel ever again. He he.  Shabbos was spent in the Old City with my sister and brother-in-law. We had such a grand time, missing the last train and walking all the way to the Old City. It's such a great walk, though. ...

Well, hello there peeps who don't mind losing some brain cells today.  So, it's been a very long time since I wrote my last blog. Obviously, it's because I got married. Yes, we have to do that sometimes in life. So, in case any of you are worried about my blog being normal now that I'm married, have no fear. In fact, my husband  decided he won't even read my blog because he doesn't want his brain to melt. Well, in fact, I don't think it matters in any case. He's going to be as nuts as he can being married to me.  Anywho, I'm not even sure where to begin. So many muches of exciting thingy wingies have happened in the past month and a half. I don't even remember what happened yesterday, so it's kind of a lost cause to recall everything that happened last month. But do know this: I still have mono.  I think we should begin with some hilarious Strange Snippets:  From my darling sister, Netama: "She was dating a really rich guy who was dead....

  'Tis been too long since I last spoketh to my loyal minions. And there is much to say. Shall we begin with the strange snippets? I think we shall.  "I think my hair likes it when I shower it." Yes, my hair, too, has feelings and likes and dislikes. Doesn't yours? "It is intuitive once I explain it." I don't know if she knows what intuitive means...It happens to be the situation was Faeven teaching us an entire subject the night before the final, and it had been a very long week, and no one was really interested in studying any longer, but we'd only just started that day, so we had no excuse, and it wasn't very pleasant, to say the least.  Also from Faeven: "It looks like they gained an elephant in water weight." I don't remember the context, but then again, I don't think I want to.  Then there was my undad, who in response to a very unfortunate and weird picture of me, piped up, "Can you see the neutrons in my nose?"...

Hello it’s not Hudi!! I’m writing this blog for Hudi as she sits at my table, groaning and whining about the fact that she has a blog to write and doesn’t want to because she’s got too much going on in her life. You may ask, and you would only ask if you have never read any one of her blogs before, why she has a lot going on. I may answer, or I may not, what she has going on. Well for one thing, it involves some thing that flies in the air and carries her to a place over a large body of water where someone will be waiting for her to walk down the aisle wearing white. If you guessed a cloud, you must be Hudi. “I am” Hudi said Hudi sitting at my table munching nervously on a cracker. That’s when she laughs at me when I’m writing, and makes fun of me and tries to come up with the right word going through 1000 synonyms for many different words and I waste time listening to her giggling in the background, you may ask what else she has going on? But, and it’s kind of hard to hear when you ha...

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...