<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301</id><updated>2012-03-16T02:00:46.304+02:00</updated><category term='blue and fuzzy'/><category term='green goop'/><category term='prancing doughnuts'/><category term='fall'/><category term='yellow stockings'/><category term='silly monkeys'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='scooters'/><title type='text'>From One Birthday To The Next</title><subtitle type='html'>To describe me takes talent... all I can say is, "Come back here and i'll bite your legs off!" 
Thats my favorite line from Monty Pythons-The Holy Grail...
If I haven't scared you off with that brief introduction, i guess you deserve to read some more about me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>219</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-3603487350516249547</id><published>2009-03-03T22:15:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T22:28:34.517+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Dont Get Mad, Get Funny"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure why i'm posting. I thought that i'd given it up, but there I was, studying for my communications class when I decided that I wanted to communicate. Even if its not with anyone, at least I could use the line that I wrote up on top.&lt;br /&gt;I was read that its easier to be assertive around stranger than people you know. And I totally agree with that. The stranger will just assume that you are an assertive person but the person who knows you will think, what a weirdo :) that ones for you lorz.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is my last real day of chofesh before second semester starts. My to do list a month ago wasnt very long: 1) study for tests 2) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I didnt accomplish ANYTHING and its kind of bumming me out, so I changed the motto a bit and instead of going from mad to funny, im going to bummed out to funny, hence this blog post. Maybe ill accomplish stuff tomorrow? not very likely, but ill be optomistic.&lt;br /&gt;I did make a plan for next semester though. Since what i'm learning isnt a foreign language anymore, im going to keep on top of things and study as I learn. that way, in four months I wont have a lot of new material to memorize and it'll be easier to remember and learn for the 14 tests that I think im going to have. Oooh, this semester we get to stick each other with needles! its going to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;and last, about the foreign language comment... I was reading my textbook and thinking how I didnt understand it three months ago when I was reading it. but now its muvan and i couldnt help laughing at the less knowlegdeable me that existed three months ago. gosh, communicating its helpful sometimes... '&lt;br /&gt;freecell anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-3603487350516249547?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/3603487350516249547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=3603487350516249547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/3603487350516249547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/3603487350516249547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-get-mad-get-funny-im-not-sure-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-4168049131581345959</id><published>2008-04-27T12:22:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T12:38:25.179+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I remembered why I took up blogging. Its a good way to remember what you were doing last year on your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Pesach is over and I decided to blog about it so that in a few months, years I can reread all about it and wonder why we were so silly...&lt;br /&gt;A reminder to myself: psyco is over and you actually arent so happy about it, because it made you feel good when you did a targil and got it right and now you dont really have an excuse to be wandering around doing targilim. I dont know why some people dont like school. you can get so much satisfaction out of it and feel smart in the bargain. Plus stress is good for you and it makes you do something with your day so when you finally do have chofesh you realize and appreciate it all the more, because usually you are stuck in school.&lt;br /&gt;Lori's bed is still made, although Rivkahs occupying it at the moment, because Lori deserted me and went to live in the basement although I guess you arent coming back to visit for a while seeing as your sheets are in the laundry, or is that just because you've been sleeping on them for over a week with the fan... no spit, dry throat... where was I? oh, I got the most brilliant idea and now I really do have to go shopping . my room is going to be such a nifty place when im done with all the siputzim?&lt;br /&gt;I have four months left of sherut! Its exciting and sad all at the same time. Its exciting because I finally wont be a sterotyped bat sherut anymore and sad because i wont have free range of the hospital and ill have to leave all the fun friends I made. I guess when I know what I'm doing next year I'll have something to look forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-4168049131581345959?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/4168049131581345959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=4168049131581345959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/4168049131581345959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/4168049131581345959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-remembered-why-i-took-up-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-487716884227064214</id><published>2008-04-18T10:23:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T10:24:14.404+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is blogger getting old? I guess if you have interesting things to write about then its still fun to tell the interent world the story, but I never have anything to write about :) Imagine that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-487716884227064214?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/487716884227064214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=487716884227064214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/487716884227064214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/487716884227064214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-blogger-getting-old-i-guess-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-87439484132752616</id><published>2007-11-01T00:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:29:41.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And I almost forgot, my eyes are almost glued shut from their need to sleep, but I really should blog all the funny things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess it was such a long time ago that I forgot that it was today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This morning *shudder* the two doctors that had been on shift *random scratching* *shudder* *ooh* over the course of the night *ooh* informed me that in middle of the night a chayal *random scratching* *oh stop that* had come into the miyun with a bad case of fleas. Not lice, knits, whatever they are, but real honest to goodness FLEAS. *shudder* Poor Chayal, but everyone felt like her left them everywhere, hence the scratching/ shuddering/ and heepie jeebies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Poor Chayal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;That really must be annoying. I mean if flea bites are awful, fleas must be disgusting. Especially since I've never heard of a person with fleas before. Only pets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-87439484132752616?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/87439484132752616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=87439484132752616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/87439484132752616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/87439484132752616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/11/and-i-almost-forgot-my-eyes-are-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-9097137640196050460</id><published>2007-10-31T21:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:23:42.655+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The miyun was interesting today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;We had a guy come in with a cocaine overdose. Well, actually MDA brought him in, but it was funny. He's a homeless guy character. And as we heard in orita today, and I agree with, most people are stupid, because they dont want to put in the effort to fix themselves or really live life, so they try to imitate the feeling with drugs. Well, it doesnt work. Especially if you wind up in the hospital, with the doctor slapping your chest so you dont fall asleep because you're breathing funny, from taking to much cocaine :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The next story- three people in trauma at once. I finally saw how you put a cathater into a male and I realized that I dont really like our best midnadev so much. ha ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But the best story today went something like this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;One of the nurses came to the head nurse and informed her that there was an interesting patient sitting outside in tria'ge. The head nurse nodded her head, said she would be out in a minute and the other nurse shrugged her shoulders and went back to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A few minutes later the head nurse goes out and I'm curious, so I go with her. Sitting in tria'ge, shirtless and shoeless, but with a very impressive bloody bandage all around one leg, the man relates his story. Something about a shul, tel aviv, police, and walking to the miyun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Uh huh, says the head nurse, do you by any chance have family looking for you? No family? Well maybe friends then? Oh! You have the number of your friend? Come lets write it down and then I'll call him and let him know you're here. ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;After making sure that the bitachon were keeping an eye on him, we go into the miyun and call this guys friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Hello this is the head nurse from the miyun at ... speaking." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I only heard her side of the conversation, but she repeated almost everything that he said so I'm assuming that I got most of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Yes, a certain friend of yours just came into the miyun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, he said the police were looking for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Right, a shul in Tel Aviv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;We Shouldnt let him leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you aware that he has stitches all over one leg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, you are aware of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Right he probably needs to be hospitalized, oh mental is he. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;He thinks he's gd? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ah ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Do you know how he got here from tel aviv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;He walked?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, he did mention it, but I didnt really believe him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;You are going to inform the police that hes here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont need to tell them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, we'll keep an eye in him for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Here's the number for the miyun you can call and talk to us and let us know whats going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes, goodbye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I was trying not to crack up and I went outside because the bitachon guy was giving me funny looks. The bitachon asked me to bring a wheel chair and even gave me permission to take one from the "secret room" that they stashed some of the wheel chairs in. I brought on in and the bitachon guy offered it to the wounded man. He looked at the bitachon guy like he was crazy and then yelled at him, "I just walked for three days from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. You think I wont be able to walk around the miyun?! Its tiny..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Some people are brighter than other... Its so sad to think, that the random walking even when you have no energy to walk anymore is some thing I would do, or rather have done... has anyone seen the toaster anywhere???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-9097137640196050460?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/9097137640196050460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=9097137640196050460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/9097137640196050460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/9097137640196050460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/10/miyun-was-interesting-today-we-had-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-5186162697698024847</id><published>2007-10-27T20:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T21:03:25.386+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Amoeba Man Strikes Again!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat was highly unusual. It felt like Shabbat. It tasted like Shabbat. It even smelled like Shabbat. So then why was it unusual? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Friday night, being in pain I did not go to shul. Lori went though, so kol hakavod to her. Supper was very funny and no... I was not drunk. After supper, Lori and Zalman dissappeared. So did Eema and Abba, but I dont think they all ran away together. Surprise inspection!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Brenda, Ezri, and Avi decided that we should play Uno, so we did. There sure were a lot of sound effects though. And then I taught Brenda how to play backgammon. How do you explain to someone about the classic moves? I think you just need enough experience before you catch on to the classic rules. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat morning I spent setting the table and trying to get Avi to behave. We then had some more noisy games of Uno and then the Zitters came over for lunch. It was quiet a long and enjoyable meal and soon it was time for mincha. I saw the woof there and then walked home with Abba and Avigdor and once I got home, it wasnt long before Eli, Coren, Maayana and Aderet showed up :) We hung monkeys on her and she went wild when she realized the resemblence between them and one of her uncles... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;After Shabbat I washed the dishes and now my hands feel icky. I guess it was worth it though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I once heard that to really feel Shabbat you need to really be open and be there and to want to feel Shabbat. There is no other feeling quite like it. If you really open yourself up to it and really feel shabbat when its there, then of course, motzi shabbat will feel strange because Shabbat is gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-5186162697698024847?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/5186162697698024847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=5186162697698024847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/5186162697698024847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/5186162697698024847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/10/amoeba-man-strikes-again-shabbat-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-7537359826876817307</id><published>2007-09-27T23:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T23:43:15.388+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have come to the conclusion that my tongue is not (nimble) enough to write/blog. I can never remember the descriptive words that I want to use, hence the word nimble in ( ) up there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;eloquent- my words are not eloquent and very rarely do I come up with anything I do like. I cant even use these silly words properly anymore. Two years ago I was very fond of writing. Last week I decided to copy all of it down into a notebook, because I had a collection of papers and things where it was all written. It was sad. I remember being so proud of myself after writing those things. There was this complex/simple I don't know what kind of feeling. It was wonderful. As I was rereading and copying it all just started to fall apart and I couldn't identify with it anymore. It is a problem when you can not identify yourself with your own work. It used to be a part of me and now I have this vague feeling that a part of me is missing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lonely to be dejected by the awareness of being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-7537359826876817307?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/7537359826876817307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=7537359826876817307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/7537359826876817307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/7537359826876817307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-come-to-conclusion-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-6899658035571016548</id><published>2007-07-19T10:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T11:31:53.116+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The air conditioner is blowing on me and I am freezing my tushy off!&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why Lori was so keen on switching the beds around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, another year has gone by and what do I have to show for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Almost a whole year of sherut leumi tucked under my belt (yes, I do have a belt! My Ima bought me one a few weeks ago J )&lt;br /&gt;- A teudat bagrut J although I supposed that that is last years accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;- the knowledge that I have made lots of people happy over the course of the year. I doubt I can remember all of them, but the ones I do, well, it gives me a good feeling to think about.&lt;br /&gt;- Important lessons about love, patience, death, anger, forgiveness, family, strangers, and many many patients&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my birthday again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Finally on the same day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;One more year of teenagerhood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I better make it a good one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt; I just reread my old posts and found out what I was doing last year at this time and the year before that at this time. So what did I do on my Birthday this year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I woke up at about 6:15, a little late, so I tiptoed into the bathroom, figuring that I'd take a shower before my room mate woke up. I actually thought it was possible that I would be able to shower without her waking up, but that didnt happen. I was about to close the door to the bathroom when her alarm went off. So I tiptoed over to her bed and asked her if she was getting up, or could I use the bathroom for ten minutes. She gave me a thumbs up, reset her alarm, and didnt stay awake long enough to hear me close the bathroom door. Ten minutes later I was clean and wet and out of the bathroom and all in good time, because for once she got up when the alarm went off. I got dressed and was davening when she left. I was about to leave when the door opened and she walked back in. "I forgot that I work in Ispuz Yom today." She fell back into her bed. I shook my head and walked out. She started work at seven thirty, not at seven. Oh well, at least I got to shower? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Work was work, but it was a typical pnimit morning and I havent had one of those for two months! I got there and there were astrupim to bring down. Thats a certain type of blood test, where the tube needs to rest on ice and has to be in the lab within fifteen minutes of its being taken. I took the list of names of new patients and the blood and headed downstairs. Five minutes later I was back upstairs and smacked myself on the head and headed back down to where I had come from because I forgot about the list of names and getting stickers for them all. Whoops. That took fifteen minutes that the the red haired lady and the fact that she was in her "funny hostess" mood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;When I got back upstairs, Sarit and I finished organizing the front desk and everything else that had to be organized and then sat around for twenty minutes waiting for breakfast to come. Dr. Dovid was the toran and he's always funny. He was trying to play with the telephone and we just watched, because if he wanted help, he would ask. In middle of this amusing scene Sarit remembered that it was my birthday. I dont know HOW she remembered seeing as I told her months ago on her birthday when mine was, but she did! Dr. Dovid then got even. "Sammy! Its your birthday? How old are you? 19??? Wow, you're old! We can make fun of you!" He was being very sarcastic and very funny (basically acting like he usually does after toranut, very tired...) It made me smile though and the day brightened considerably. I like bantering with people. The fact that this happens with doctors, only proves that they are human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;The day started and went ok. Nothing spectacular. Yossi, the metnadev who finished a month ago came to visit. That was funny. We got a new metnadav and the current one taught him the ropes... I went everywhere except down to the pharmacy. I ran away an hour early. Not really though, cause it was a wednesday and an orita day, so I was allowed to go, but it felt like running away, because I finished going to orita for the year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I met Lori at tachanah mercazit and she gave me helium filled balloons. I must admit that when I first saw her holding them I thought, "Wow! They must really be sympethetic at the office. They gave her balloons for having her wisdom teeth pulled?!?!?" :) The bus driver didnt comment although some people gave us funny looks. The funniest looks we got were from the people driving up ben ze'v when we were walking home. I can believe that we were walking home together at three o clock in the afternoon on a weekday. (maybe it was three o eight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;We went inside and I was jokingly yelled at for coming home so early. "I thought you said five thirty-six?!?!?" um, I forgot about orita and lori telling me to met her at two fifteen really helped me leave the hospital quickly. Alls well that ends well though. I got the mail. Avi Chai won the jumprope race at school. They had a Yom Sport and he informed me that he beat even the fourth grade! Ezri confirmed the fact and said that he beat everyone except for this fourth grader who did 104 jumps and Avi only did 100, but when Avi got to 100 he stopped and said, "ok, I finished now!" The fourth grader apparently couldnt jump so much more and was pooped when he sat down. I opened the card that Grandpa Jordan had sent me. I read Oras letter even though it wasnt a birthday letter (but it got here when the other card got here, so I put them away together) and then thanked everyone on facebook for the birthday wishes. I was such a good girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;We made and ate supper. It was really good and there were no leftovers! It was cool. Then Ima and Lori left to go to a womans health evening at the shul. I came a little later. It was so nice outside that I felt good just leaving the house and walking to the shul rather than sitting inside with the airconditioning. Health Evening was a lot of laughs and it was rather interesting. I think that if you wanted to, you could really have gotten a lot out of it. The main point was though (as us Polly people summarized when we got home) that you can eat whatever you want when you are hungry if you eat enough to satisfy you not to make you bloated. It also must be balanced with some physical activity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;The Girls had a party and ate my birthday volcano cake. It was very cool Brenda. We also played with the birthday crayon candles, opened my presents, and had a lot of fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;I went to sleep way to late. It was 2:15 am, after I had written the first part of this post and so I woke up late. 10:15. I never feel compelled to get up when I'm at home on a day that I work an erev. I know that I have work later and I have to leave latest at one fifteen, so I'm very lazy and sometimes get up at 11:30. speaking of which, its 11:30 right now, so I'm going to go and see what other exciting adventures wait in store for me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-6899658035571016548?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/6899658035571016548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=6899658035571016548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/6899658035571016548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/6899658035571016548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/07/air-conditioner-is-blowing-on-me-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-6200872235721636690</id><published>2007-07-10T09:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:43:54.525+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Last week I officially clean our room, really! and Today is laundry day! The air smells clean, but its annoying have to switch over laundry every few hour and a halfs. I need to find something to do, but something that still leaves me avalible to switch the laundry over when it needs to be switched. I dont know why I returned Lori's silver bangle to her, she left it hanging on my bulletin board and it looks so sad. At least I dont jingle now when I move. I have to leave for work in three and a bit of an hour. Its so sad. What am I going to do with the time? actually, I'm not really upset about going to work today. I get to work half of a shift with Tova! Its going to be crazy :) Yay! Tova's such a funny girl and we even get to chatter away in English, so it annoys everybody! Maybe I should go find cornflakes. And eat them of course. But my mouth still tastes like toothpaste. Hmmmm, Wow, Brenda left for her chug a while ago and I wonder when Ima is going to come see what I'm doing. She knows I'm awake, because she yelled good morning to me when she heard me playing with the washing machine at 7:3o this morning. Sigh, I really should find something to do. Oh wait! I wanted to make cupcakes! Great Idea! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Mush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-6200872235721636690?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/6200872235721636690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=6200872235721636690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/6200872235721636690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/6200872235721636690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/07/last-week-i-officially-clean-our-room.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-158416458726421070</id><published>2007-05-25T14:29:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T14:31:36.205+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I was looking through my desktop trying to clean it out and I found this random post that I wrote and obviously didnt blog, or if I did, then you can reread it. I'm guessing its from last year at some point, because I dont know if Avi takes a water bottle to school anymore. Also, I havent had time to sit around in the afternoon obviously playing around on my computer. Here is goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Another post for the day? Go for it... Hello out there, fellow strangers. Its a beautiful night out and unfortunatly, the moon has sunk to a level to low for me to see while looking out my window, so I cant talk about that anymore. On to the next topic? Lets continue... The last song on my playlist is playing, so I think I need to go make a new one. Excuse me for a few moments. I found it! hmmmm... So earlier this evening, the dibble child was in my room touching everything as usual. Nothing in the room is safe, especially the music box and the slime. Thinking of a way to get rid of him I came up with a brilliant idea. "Avi,"I said,"Could you go get me a cup of water? I am very thirsty." "Ok Sammy," said the dibble. Ten minutes later while I was checking the laundry he came upstairs with a half filled cup of water. The cup was a disposable plastic one, and it looked none to clean. "Avi," I said, taking the cup from him, "where did you get this water from?" He just looked at me, so I asked, "Did it come from the bathroom?" "Yes,"he replied, opening his eyes as wide as they would go. "Where is the cup from?" "I found it there too..." meaning in the bathroom. "Avi, I dont want to drink this water. Could you go downstairs and get me some water in a clean cup from the cooler?" "Maybe I should bring you my water bottle?" he asked a little uncertainly. "Forget about it kid..." Well, by then I was thirsty, so I went down and got my own water.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-158416458726421070?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/158416458726421070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=158416458726421070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/158416458726421070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/158416458726421070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-looking-through-my-desktop-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-1919886691113458998</id><published>2007-05-25T11:01:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:36.375+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday we went on a family tiyul with the Preisers. Savta, these pictures are for you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZI2_Zq8I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZllqtM6U2dU/s1600-h/Adina+and+the+camels.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068406808131513282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZI2_Zq8I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZllqtM6U2dU/s320/Adina+and+the+camels.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Here we have Adina standing way to close to some camels. I'm only kidding, they were made out of cement. They are still pretty cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZKG_Zq9I/AAAAAAAAACU/921w9Jhg5WI/s1600-h/Ari%27s+on+the+donkey!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068406829606349778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZKG_Zq9I/AAAAAAAAACU/921w9Jhg5WI/s320/Ari%27s+on+the+donkey!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ari was riding on a donkey. He really was having fun. Most of the time he was laughing and had his hands in the air like it was a roller coaster ride. I think here he is concentrating on scratching an itch? Maybe thats why he looks so thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZKm_Zq-I/AAAAAAAAACc/aXKtJLYtDtU/s1600-h/Dibble!+Its+a+cute+picture!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068406838196284386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZKm_Zq-I/AAAAAAAAACc/aXKtJLYtDtU/s320/Dibble!+Its+a+cute+picture!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's Avi... Happy and smiley as usual. I think I have more photos of Ari than I do of AviChai. Strange? I thought Avi was the camera happy child, but Ari won yesterday, "Sammy! Take a picture of this! And of this! And this too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZLm_Zq_I/AAAAAAAAACk/cmOYWuKO9QI/s1600-h/esti+playing+her+chalil.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068406855376153586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZLm_Zq_I/AAAAAAAAACk/cmOYWuKO9QI/s320/esti+playing+her+chalil.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt; Some of us made &lt;em&gt;chalils. &lt;/em&gt;Here we have Esti playing her's and I'm sure if you ask they will make music for you. They really do make nice sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZMW_ZrAI/AAAAAAAAACs/hxZVfK0G3yk/s1600-h/Netani.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068406868261055490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZMW_ZrAI/AAAAAAAAACs/hxZVfK0G3yk/s320/Netani.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And here we have Netani being his happy smiley self!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068409827493522450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rlab4m_ZrBI/AAAAAAAAAC0/3yqo6bK5Onk/s320/a+sitting+goat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068409840378424354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rlab5W_ZrCI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Jfce7D3DcaE/s320/the+people+friendly+goat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And these were the goats. They ARE real. Quite real. The first one was antisocial, but this one with its head sticking through the gate waited for people to come and pet it. Strange goat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok Savta, I hope you enjoyed the pictures! We love you! Shabbat Shalom! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-1919886691113458998?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/1919886691113458998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=1919886691113458998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/1919886691113458998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/1919886691113458998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/05/yesterday-we-went-on-family-tiyul-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/RlaZI2_Zq8I/AAAAAAAAACM/ZllqtM6U2dU/s72-c/Adina+and+the+camels.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-2617263729362787167</id><published>2007-04-20T14:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:10:09.797+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Excuse me," I hear a voice say, "Do you know where I can buy some gum?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The obvious answer would be in a supermarket or your local makolet, but when someone asks you this while leaning out of a car window on a main city street where there are no supermarkets or even local makolet, the obvious answer just wont cut it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Um, no. Sorry," I reply. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Ok, thanks anyway." This is said as if its a lost cause. (Even though we are only talking about gum here...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I continue walking and chewing my gum all the while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Wait a second... I'm chewing gum! I even have another few pieces. And they are in my little pocket of my backpack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Should I offer her some???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yes? No? I cant decided, but the light is still red, so I run back up to where the car is waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Hey! I have gum! Here! Take it!" I toss the gum in through the car window while shouting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;With a puzzled look she says, "Are you serious?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm nodding my head fervently with a grin plastered across my face because this situation is totally random. "Of course I am!" I answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"Wow! Cool, thanks!" She stutters, because like me she is also trying to make sense of what just went on here. She takes a piece and hands the rest of the package back to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I start to walk away when I hear her yell, "Hey! Wait! Where do you need to go?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I turn around and shake my head. "Not in your direction."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But the light has already turned green, so we smile at each other, I give a little wave, her car starts to go, and we both continue on our separate ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-2617263729362787167?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/2617263729362787167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=2617263729362787167' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2617263729362787167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2617263729362787167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/04/excuse-me-i-hear-voice-say-do-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-9099143725113278853</id><published>2007-04-10T09:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:55:01.509+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am extremely comfortable. I am still lying in bed. Today seems like it will be a good day. I am going to give Ariella a tour of the hospital. Maybe if she likes it, she'll do sherut there next year. That would be loads of fun. I love Ariella. So I have to pick the least scary things and show her those ;) oy, I guess I cant take her to where I work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-9099143725113278853?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/9099143725113278853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=9099143725113278853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/9099143725113278853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/9099143725113278853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-extremely-comfortable.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-2501268583157671623</id><published>2007-04-10T00:30:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T00:35:50.243+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Pesach is over. I love Pesach. Its my favorite chag and the fact that its over is very depressing, but life goes on and there is always the comforting fact that it will come again next year. Same time, same place... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;As I mentioned above, life does go on and must continue, so its off to work tomorrow and the rest of the week looks to be pretty promising! For some reason though, it feels like its almost Shabbat. I feel like it is going to be a good one though, so life is happy at the present time and I am not going to worry about anything. Starting now... now... OK, how about now? now?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-2501268583157671623?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/2501268583157671623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=2501268583157671623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2501268583157671623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2501268583157671623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/04/pesach-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-7978957858264775842</id><published>2007-03-12T11:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T12:01:36.072+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday afternoon was a sad story. We all put on our pretty clothes (we were heading out to Tova and Simchas wedding) and then for the next hour I watched and made commentary about what my sisters were wearing and finally they just switched! Brenda handed over her shirt to Lori and then we went through Loris closet and found a shirt for Brenda. It all worked out rather well except for the fact that I had to stand there and watch the whole procedure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Finally half and hour late we piled into the car and headed up to petah tikvah. I'd say we made ok timing. No one would have noticed if we got there early anyway. This was the fun part. This was not a family affair, therefore the only people we knew were our own family. The rest of the guest were complete srangers to me and I love the looks on peoples faces when they try to guess who you are and why are you at the wedding. Well, sucks for them (or rather for me) that we had to take family pictures and they didnt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It was actually fun and it was pretty even though we had some attutides that had to be readjusted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-7978957858264775842?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/7978957858264775842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=7978957858264775842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/7978957858264775842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/7978957858264775842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-afternoon-was-sad-story.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-5987414962493809472</id><published>2007-03-11T01:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T01:19:53.235+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have a toshbah bagrut in two weeks. I also need to go to sleep, but facebook gets interesting every once in a while and this is one of those times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-5987414962493809472?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/5987414962493809472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=5987414962493809472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/5987414962493809472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/5987414962493809472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-toshbah-bagrut-in-two-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-3223442724427195271</id><published>2007-02-21T12:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:25:54.172+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yellow stockings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly monkeys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prancing doughnuts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hey! Thats so cool! I didnt know that the labels for the post show up at the bottom!!! This is so funny!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-3223442724427195271?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/3223442724427195271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=3223442724427195271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/3223442724427195271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/3223442724427195271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/02/hey-thats-so-cool-i-didnt-know-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-2412929512331487607</id><published>2007-02-21T12:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T12:23:01.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am watching Eema iron. Puffs of steam float up into the air and scent the room with their clean fragrance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;How poetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Now is the time lorz to tell me that that doenst make sense for some reason or the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-2412929512331487607?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/2412929512331487607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=2412929512331487607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2412929512331487607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2412929512331487607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-watching-eema-iron.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-4372051243515958863</id><published>2007-02-19T09:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T09:49:57.527+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green goop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blue and fuzzy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scooters'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Cookie monster is looking at me with the goofy look that he usually has on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, work was extremely boring. It was like a Friday, although I only realized it in middle of breakfast. Its weird. I never used to acknowledge breakfast as a real meal. It was a thing to eat on vacation days when I had nothing else to do. Now it is one of the biggest parts of my day! Only I'm not the one doing the eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a new denim skirt a couple of months ago. As usual its too big on me because I never know when things really fit. I think I need to buy a belt for it. Its a really nice skirt and it even comes with belt loops. Maybe then I wont have to keep yanking it back up. right? I hope belts aren't merely decorative in the female world. Although I have a feeling that it will be a challenge. Who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-4372051243515958863?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/4372051243515958863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=4372051243515958863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/4372051243515958863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/4372051243515958863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/02/cookie-monster-is-looking-at-me-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-2623723275500705213</id><published>2007-02-10T23:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T00:08:29.033+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Supposedly, this is my two hundredth post. Isnt that exciting? Well, I finally found my dashboard again. It took a half hour and a lot of thinking, but I wound up typing the right combonation of letters and so here I am. Blogging. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;Lets talk about Shabbat.&lt;br /&gt;No one was home in my neck of the woods or at least I didnt see anyone. They were all hibernating it seems. No one deems me worthwhile to talk to anymore. Its all kind of sad and doublely akward when you dont remember them, but its all part of moving on and growing up I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Supper was a slightly odd affair. Very yummy, but odd all the same. Avi broke a plate and so ying and yang were present at the start of the meal. It was supposedly a good omen. After reminising about canned potatoes and pot roast of old, Brenda and I sang and Abba helped shout in a few words. I went to nofi aviv all alone. It looked like rain, but I figured the worst that could happen was that I would get wet, and since I DONT melt in the rain it didnt really bother me. Plus, I even took a rain coat. I went straight to Raizi's house to say hello, because I hadnt seen her in a while and she had brought a chanichah home with her. Well, she wasnt there her parents told me when I knocked on the door, but she was probably at the park. So I went looking and didnt find her. So I got Sara to join me in my search and help me not feel so lonely and out of place. I am not overly fond of nofi aviv, but they live there so אין לי ברירה I guess. We walked around and then decided to just wait at the edge of her street and then we would pounce when she got there. It was a good idea, because about ten minutes later, Raizi came walking down the street in her lovely purple coat with two Ethiopian girls. We shmoozed for a while and had interesting conversations. The type of conversations that you can only have when Raizi, Sara, and I are the ones having the conversation. Finally it got late... 10:15 and we all said our goodbyes and Sara walked me to the end of nofi aviv in the rain. I feel like a little kid. I used to know exactly what I wanted, but now my vision is slightly altering and I think that i'm not as certain that I want my future to be how I had originally shaped it. I think nursing would be really really cool, so I might just go for it. The only problem is that there is so much that goes on in between when I decide something and when I actually get to do it, that I might change my mind again when the time comes. We shall see. To many unexpected factors start popping up and my mind hasnt coped with them in fairytale land, so I may or may not be a nurse, writer, musician, pyschologist, music therapist, part time mountain climber, when I grow up =) At least I know I want to go somewhere, right? Oh! now how does all of this pertain to my topic? That topic being all about what I did this shabbat, I told sara that nursing sounded, well looked since I get a first hand view every single day, pretty cool and she told me that I would be a very good nurse because I am a nice person even when I am mean. It all works out in some strange way. Anyway, I made it home before it start raining heavily and all was good. I, being the genius that I am, had left the heat on very slightly in my room, so it was the perfect temperature and I fell asleep after reading for a little while, very comfortable and happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wwoke up in good time to make it to shul this morning. It was a fascinating פרשה for all those that missed it. מתן תורה! How exciting?!?!?! Lunch was a collection of new recipes and most of them were very good. At least the ones that I tried. sorry mum, I only do slugs when they are smother in tomato sauce and bread crumb with a bit of cheese in between. I dont like them cold with chick peas. Well I wouldnt know actually, because I didnt try it. Oh well, theres always next time. After lunch I went upstairs, decided that I was freezing, covered myself with four blankets and then read the remainder of the book that I had started the night before. At four o clock I looked at my watch and saw that it was four o clock. I also noticed that I had finished my book and was reading the glossary and pronunciation of names that were at the very end of the book. I hate it when they dont write THE END. Brenda and I went to get some fresh air, so when we got to Saba and Savats house we took Savta out for some airing after she confirmed my suspisions that she had been inside all day, We sat outside for a while and then it got chilly so went in and Savta put together a lovely סעודת שלישית for us. I always feel so healthy! Its so nice!&lt;br /&gt;Then Shabbos went away and Saba came back to make havdalah.&lt;br /&gt;So... That was my Shabbat from start to finish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;לילה טוב לכולם ושבועה טוב!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-2623723275500705213?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/2623723275500705213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=2623723275500705213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2623723275500705213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2623723275500705213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/02/supposedly-this-is-my-two-hundredth.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-7676085050526818044</id><published>2007-01-12T13:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:29:37.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6hN7Sl_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jDfht5gMQS0/s1600-h/happy+scary+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019115020820322290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6hN7Sl_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jDfht5gMQS0/s320/happy+scary+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; :A Very Happy Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6hd7SmAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nIwh5WJYZ38/s1600-h/me+and+Rnana+on+the+slide.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019115025115289602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6hd7SmAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/nIwh5WJYZ38/s320/me+and+Rnana+on+the+slide.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6ht7SmBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EUq132GsSII/s1600-h/me+and+yael+laughing.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019115029410256914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6ht7SmBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/EUq132GsSII/s320/me+and+yael+laughing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Rnana^:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6ht7SmCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E4FSjtPkqPo/s1600-h/my+hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019115029410256930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6ht7SmCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/E4FSjtPkqPo/s320/my+hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ^Me and Yael. Something must have been funny. ^My handprints =)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6h97SmDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VnNg7nsrA40/s1600-h/yaels+hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019115033705224242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6h97SmDI/AAAAAAAAAA0/VnNg7nsrA40/s320/yaels+hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Radw5t7Sl-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xEXUK2bpHdA/s1600-h/DSC05132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019104446610839522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Radw5t7Sl-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xEXUK2bpHdA/s320/DSC05132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont worry. I'm not dead, just very very very very wet. And that was before the Torah Shraga boy tackled me. I was soaked by the end of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, due to public demand I have decided to post my pictures from three weeks ago? Well, whenever it snowed... There they are... Up above the words so high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shabbat Shalom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-7676085050526818044?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/7676085050526818044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=7676085050526818044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/7676085050526818044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/7676085050526818044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/01/very-happy-me-me-and-rnana-me-and-yael.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SMFQvUrfxrs/Rad6hN7Sl_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/jDfht5gMQS0/s72-c/happy+scary+me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-2319355890400573633</id><published>2007-01-02T12:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T12:54:03.765+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Whatever happened to post more frequently now that I found out that there is interent in the hospital library? sheeeeesh! well, go figure, a few weeks ago I changed my blogger account to the new blogger beta or whatever it is and then it wouldnt let me log in and see my blogs. It was sad. now there are about five posts that no one will ever read or know about, because I wasnt able to post them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, the point of this post wasnt to explain why I havent posted for so long, even though it is Lori's fault, but rather to post for the sake of posting because I was in the mood to post this morning, so I dragged myself out of bed and even made it into the shower and while I do remember now that I forgot to take the garbage out, I made it out of my room and to the library! yay f0r Sammy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing remarkable has happened t0day so far because I have been cloistered in my room for the past few hours. Nothing remarkable has &lt;strong&gt;even had a chance to happen&lt;/strong&gt; because I was cloistered in my room for the past few hours. (I know those two sentences sound the same, but they are different and have two different implications. The first being a statement saying that nothing has happened because I didnt go anywhere or do anything. Where as the second is telling you that I destroyed the possiblity of anything happening because I didnt go outside my room or do anything at all today.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The only thing that did happen today was not so enjoyable. I had finally decided to sit up in bed rather than pretending to sleep. It was tenish and I had my music on and it was peaceful and nice and warm. Of course the door bangs open and my lovely roommate turns the radio on and makes it really loud so she can hear it, because she knows that my music is on and the regular volume will not do if she plans on hearing the crappy music thats planning on the radio that she had just turned on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The only other thing that I thought about today besides for coming to the radio to blog was the thought that it was a nice day to go take a walk and maybe I should. Then my room mate came in and then I decided that it was blogging time. This arguement seems to be going around in circles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Last night I watched the BBC version on The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. The acting was good, but the animation was funny and made me remember that once (fifteen years ago) animation was not what it is today. Go figure... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Then we watched Ella Enchanted which was amusing, seeing as it was all in english and poor Reut didnt understand half of what was going on. She just liked thwe pictures I think =) stam, she got the point, but all the witty comments were just not half as funny and lost there wittyness? in translation... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So thats all for now, because as always, I come during a bad time when lots of people want to use the computers and seeing as how they need it for school work, I feel bad taking up to much time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So yalla... good bye... and I hope I post again soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-2319355890400573633?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/2319355890400573633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=2319355890400573633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2319355890400573633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/2319355890400573633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2007/01/whatever-happened-to-post-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-699589331769632335</id><published>2006-12-14T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T23:32:59.918+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;"If we put up a packet of seeds everyone is going to think that they are just a packet of seeds..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Thats was James thought too, but his seeds turned out to be magical one and they grew into a great big giant peach with funny oversized bug characters and he even turned into a cartoon! See, a packet of seeds are not always what they seem to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Today I was informed that our potted plant is dry and dying and some one (me) should water it. I guess I should start watering it. Funny thing is, I didnt realize it was there and that it was real. The other funny thing is that in a hospital where things are cured, the plant is dying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I also decided today that I would like a bottle of fusid or a pill. Either would do, but I feel like the bottle would be the easier method. Anyway, I want to give it to Calvin because he really deserves it and it would be such good pay back. I think it would teach mister know it all I am greater than all and you are what I label you a life lesson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Only yourself depends on you. No one elses life is yours to control. You have only one GO button to push.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Chanukah is coming. So Brenda and I sang Chanukah songs today while coloring, tracing, and cutting candles, dreidels, and cAd katans. Lori said we were not helping her concentrate, but we didnt really care =O the horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Tonight I learned that double burgers are the right way to fill you up. you dont even need french fries with that, but of course you eat them anyway, because they go with the burger and a tropit to wash it all down with. One of my favorite dinners aside from mashed potatoes and jelly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;After supper we went outside to play in the park. We played tag while running around the jungle gym and sliding down the slides. It was a release and completely normal if you think about it. Hardly anyone else understands, but im sure you know what I'm talking about. Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-699589331769632335?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/699589331769632335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=699589331769632335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/699589331769632335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/699589331769632335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/12/if-we-put-up-packet-of-seeds-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116577381815592442</id><published>2006-12-10T19:53:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:03:38.173+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I didnt want to go to work today. Therefore I went to my ward for an hour last night to convince myself that I did want to go to work in the morning. It sort of worked. Its actually quite peaceful there at night and knowing that things were a little more organized was a big help in the morning, when aching and cold I went to work. The morning went by very smoothly. Breakfast was eaten and cleared in record time. Then things got boring, so we ate salad and waited for things to do. At least I did. Tzila ate toast and sat contentedly talking on the telephone for an hour. Well, at twelve I got my wish. It took a while in the coming, but there it was. All of a sudden I had to much to do, so I organized it in my brain and then started to get it done. Its such a nice feeling when you are in control of the situation. Finally work ended and I tasted the ice cream cake the Na'amah had made in honor of passing her test that officially makes her a nurse. I was about to put the fork in my mouth when Raizi showed up at the door. So I ate the cake and gave Raizi some too. We went home together. We havent done that in a long time. We even made it to the 16:20 420 bus. We havent done that in even longer! Now I am trying to make phone calls, but I think most of the are unfortunatly going to have to wait until the morning. Bonne Soir world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116577381815592442?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116577381815592442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116577381815592442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116577381815592442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116577381815592442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-didnt-want-to-go-to-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116541336566240262</id><published>2006-12-06T15:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T15:56:05.783+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont exactly recall the last time I posted, but my mind says that it was a long long while ago. I decided that part of the reason why I stopped posting is because I didnt like how the style of my posts had changed. In this new attempt to start blogging more often, I am going to try to write like the old way that I used to write instead of the way I feel like writing now. Its so much more fun the old way and a lot more interesting to read. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Before I start I would like to announce that you can not put staples through a fax machine. At least not into the old one that we have in the head nurses office. And, by the way, someone else should learn how to use that thing, because I'm tired of being the fax it person all the time. It made me late for "o (long o)-  rye - ta" figure that one out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This morning I woke up and I knew where I was and that I had to get up at some point and I didnt fall back asleep. It was just so warm underneath my blankets that I decided not to move until my room mates left, even if it made me late for work. So I stuck to the plan and it was one of the smarter things that I have done today. When I washed my face and the big purple spots didnt come off, I realized that a mosquito had found my face at some point during the night and it seemed that it was successful in its endevour to suck my blood. Well it didnt look to bad once I patted my face dry with my towel. Ten minutes later after getting my sneakers and before closing in the door, I decided to chance another look in the mirror and all I could think was... that goodness it wasnt my nose! It looks like I have half of a black eye, on the wrong side and on the other side of my face my cheek exploded. Not to mention that I am sitting here scratching my arms and wishing that I had some anti-itch cream.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I got to my מחלקה and wasnt prepared at all for the state I found it in. I have learned that before doing ANYTHING when I arrive in the morning, the most important thing to do is check the fridge and hope that there is שוקו inside. Most of the best days are days when I drink chocolate milk before starting to work. I dont dehydrate half as badly over the course of the day because I have some liquid in my body. I do not have a chocolate craving and wind up eating ewwy chocolate pudding to try and make up for it. I just feel happier. And it is just a positive thing to add to the list of "things that happened today" so thats saying something! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Sitting with my שוקו next to the computer and the name board I tried to figure out who was there and who wasnt. It is a tricky little operation, because hardly anybody pays attention to making sure that they are correct. Well I got it sorted out and later when the doctors were wondering where half the patients that werent there were, I was able to tell them where they had gone. They always appreciate that. Especially when it means that they have less blood to take. I guess last night was hectic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It was a regular day besides for that and everyone trying to figure out what the heck happened to my face. And all in all I rather enjoyed even if I am falling asleep while sitting here. I was going to stop typing a long time ago and go back to my room to find a contact case, but I found one in my pocket and so we have gotten to this point. Only now the problem is that I remembered that I am supposed to sign out and I have already "worked" a half hour of overtime, so I'll be going now I think. Its time, dont you reckon? And maybe I'll post more tomorrow or later or whatever excuse I'm supposed to give. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;at least for me... I'm heading to bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116541336566240262?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116541336566240262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116541336566240262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116541336566240262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116541336566240262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-dont-exactly-recall-last-time-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116332705111768459</id><published>2006-11-12T12:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T12:24:11.150+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Buttons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Any comments? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;For once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116332705111768459?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116332705111768459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116332705111768459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116332705111768459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116332705111768459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/11/buttons-any-comments-i-have-none.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116275112085515929</id><published>2006-11-05T20:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T20:25:20.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Gadgets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lori, I hope you arent reading this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;You will never guess where I am typing from. Of all places: My desk! I havent had my computer on my desk in weeks and weeks. I am on a room cleaning campaign, but please dont hold me to it. It might not get very far. I am very comfortable sitting here. Hmmmm, maybe the trick is to clean up and vacumm. Then I can watch a movie is my nice room, instead of sitting here in this mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess my closet is the first place I should hit. Most of my clothes are on my bed, because I havent slept in my own bed for weeks and weeks, like my computer. After that, I guess I should make my bed with clean sheets and wash my quilt cover. Ooh! This is sounding good, but Lori, if you have been reading this and have gotten this far a message from me to you. You forgot to take your sheets off. Or else, you didnt want them to be changed, so I am leaving them, unless you email me very soon and tell me otherwise! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;as always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;mush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116275112085515929?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116275112085515929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116275112085515929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116275112085515929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116275112085515929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-gadgets.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116249057845049072</id><published>2006-11-02T19:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:02:58.486+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lenie emailed me! It was so nice! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Who is Lenie? Is this what you are wondering?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, Lenie came from Holland to volunteer at the hospital for two and a half weeks. By the end of her trip she was very tired, but she says that it was worth it! Kiddush Hashem? What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The days are going by so quickly, but the week goes by so slowly. This is something that I havent figured out yet. I guess that means overall I have more time to do the things that I want to do. I guess I should write down my list and then start doing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The layers of my shell are one by one falling off and I am very slowly being introduced into the outside world. A place where things really will jump out and get you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116249057845049072?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116249057845049072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116249057845049072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116249057845049072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116249057845049072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/11/lenie-emailed-me-it-was-so-nice-who-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116211689980594647</id><published>2006-10-29T12:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T12:14:59.830+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I just sneezed and now my head hurts. Its strange.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It was raining this morning and I was so excited that my backpack was going to get soaking wet while I made my way back to Jerusalem, but as it turns out, the sun has come out and its warm outside, so I'll take a coat, but at least my clothes will be clean and not soggy. That is a happy thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This week ought to be busy ish. I need to schedule an appointment to see and eye doctor. And I have a date with Amalia! This is so exciting! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So now i'm off to have another busy week and we will see what comes out of it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116211689980594647?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116211689980594647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116211689980594647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116211689980594647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116211689980594647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-just-sneezed-and-now-my-head-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116134563924335053</id><published>2006-10-20T13:49:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T14:00:39.263+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I must admit, I felt quite accomplished today. I got a lot of things done before I even woke up. THAT is good. I really want to watch Private Benjamin, but it will be Shabbat in a few hours and the time to watch is just not there. Therefore I suppose it will have to wait until next Saturday night or maybe even the Thursday night after that. Life is hectic, what else can I say and a week is far too short a time to get entangled in all of the snares that I get caught up in. Thats all folks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat Shalom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116134563924335053?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116134563924335053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116134563924335053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116134563924335053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116134563924335053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-must-admit-i-felt-quite-accomplished.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116128651290414292</id><published>2006-10-19T21:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T21:35:12.943+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Have you ever lost your journal? It is not a fun or enjoyable experience, let me tell you that. Well, I feel like I've lost mine and I dont like it at all. Not one bit. And my shoulder hurts, but on the bright side... I have a funky bruise on my arm left over from Sunday! Its so much fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116128651290414292?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116128651290414292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116128651290414292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116128651290414292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116128651290414292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/10/have-you-ever-lost-your-journal-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116094499818241223</id><published>2006-10-15T22:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:43:18.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The Blood Drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So I went to go donate blood for the first time tonight. I left the house and walked to Karate to pick up Sara. Then we walked together to her shul so I could give blood. We got to the Shul and went into the downstairs where the mada people were already set up and taking other peoples blood. I filled out the form with Sara's help. I got my blood pressure checked and it was 120/80 textbook normal. They also checked my hemoglobin, but I didnt think to look at what it was, but it was somewhere between 12 and 14 because those are the only numbers you can have and still donate blood. Finally everything was in order and I went to have my blood sucked out. There were a few empty beds, but only one that was on the right side to have blood taken from my left arm, so I went and sat down on it and the nice guy, who was annoying like the new doctor in my ward, started to talk to me and feel my arm to find my vein. He was funny and had very nice eyes. I also didnt understand a lot of what he was saying, because I was freaked out that I was going to faint and I didnt want to. Turns out that: I didnt faint! As Sara phrased it, I had rosy cheeks and I am psycotic =) wonderful! But the guy missed and stuck the needle all the way through my vein instead of just through one side, so there wasnt enough blood in the bag to be able to use it. And he was nice and didnt want my whole arm to puff up and bruise, so he didnt fill it up all the way. I thought that was nice of him. He was so sad after and didnt talk to the next lady who sat down and he took a ten minute break and was really upset of having screwed my blood up. I told him not to be so depressed, because I really just wanted to know if I would faint or not and I didnt so that was good. Plus he said I have good veins AND sara was amused that I have black blood =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, in four months I'll go give blood again and be'ezrat Hashem if they are supposed to be able to use it, it will all work out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Dude! Don't be so sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Layla Tov!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116094499818241223?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116094499818241223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116094499818241223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116094499818241223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116094499818241223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/10/blood-drive-so-i-went-to-go-donate.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116085125359374790</id><published>2006-10-14T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T20:40:53.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I was in the mood to post, but the witches are on the loose tonight, so I'm going to go run and hide, otherwise I might shoot them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116085125359374790?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116085125359374790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116085125359374790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116085125359374790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116085125359374790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-was-in-mood-to-post-but-witches-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116026566890991512</id><published>2006-10-08T01:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T02:01:08.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Who knows me better than I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Its a thought to ponder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And it makes a sophisticated post... dont you think so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116026566890991512?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116026566890991512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116026566890991512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116026566890991512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116026566890991512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/10/who-knows-me-better-than-i-do-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-116009093226227389</id><published>2006-10-06T01:26:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T01:28:52.286+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It is official. Next week is going to be very very busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The sad news of the day: My Abba did not get me a hamburger tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Succot is upon us and it should be fun! Dorian and Debra are coming! And Menucha! And Amalia is coming for the lunch on Shabbat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What a party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And I have plans to hang out with: 1)Leah 2)Tova and 3)Ariella!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Movie Time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-116009093226227389?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/116009093226227389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=116009093226227389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116009093226227389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/116009093226227389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/10/it-is-official.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115929893704774439</id><published>2006-09-26T22:18:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:28:57.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I got home and ate a piece of pot roast and some mashed potatoes and then went out for a while. When I came back and an hour later was hungry I researched hamburger places and wound up at the Grill and Wok. Of course Abba took me and we adventured in Super Deal before we got there. I pulled a Lori ;) and stocked up on rice cakes and bamba (the good one with added vitamins), pretzels, and another tooth brush, because I knew it would happen I forgot mine in my dorm. Whoops. Its in the basket, im pretty sure, I havent actually checked my bag to see if I have it or not, but if I did I'd be pretty sure that it wasnt in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, I just finished my hamburger and chips and even a tropit, which are disgusting, but go with the whole Israeli theme of the burger and chips. The burger and chips were SOOOOOO good, just so you know! My tummy is happy now =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;good night mush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115929893704774439?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115929893704774439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115929893704774439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115929893704774439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115929893704774439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-got-home-and-ate-piece-of-pot-roast.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115919581876574251</id><published>2006-09-25T17:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T17:50:18.786+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Long time no post quiet sad but very busy. Let write few sentences not using connecting words make sense. That why did not write will before. Therefore I am very tired. Good bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115919581876574251?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115919581876574251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115919581876574251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115919581876574251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115919581876574251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-time-no-post-quiet-sad-but-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115826502162793564</id><published>2006-09-14T22:50:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:17:02.050+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What to write about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A good question and one that I do not know the answer for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess I could write about my shift tonight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It was quiet for the most part. Some of the patients families were being really stupid though, and some random people were also being really really stupid. I know almost all of the patients names and what rooms they are in because I give out their food and get to see them when I go to turn of the annoying ringing that drives us all crazy at the front desk. I also deal with most of their paper work and their familys yell at me all day long. So I think I know who our patients are. But know, they want me to check on the computer and make sure that so and so who they know FOR CERTAIN is in our ward, isnt there. Its such a waste of time, why dont they just believe me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Besides for that, I was sort of obnoxious to the other two girls, I picked which mishmeret I wanted for some days next week and told them to decide between themselves when they wanted to be, but not to change mine. They were a little annoyed I think, but I dont care. I got there today and the doctors were so happy, because I took down the blood samples that had been sitting on the desk for TWO HOURS! that is a LONG time for it to be just sitting there. I wasnt really on duty then, but I was being nice to the other girls and I felt sorry for the doctors for having to deal with them. I asked Boaz (tum dee dum dee dum dee) before he left, how the morning went. He rolled his eyes and gave me a new answer. Usually the answer is, almost nothing. Today, the answer was absolutly nothing! Thats kind of bad, dont you think? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I was bored during the last hour and a half, so I retaped all of the labels that are on all the drawers, because they are falling off and I decided that I am going to bring green papers and replace all the pink ones that are falling off! So much fun! I guess that is going to be next wednesday nights project...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;i think im going for a walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night one and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115826502162793564?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115826502162793564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115826502162793564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115826502162793564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115826502162793564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-to-write-about-good-question-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115782449319567101</id><published>2006-09-09T20:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:54:53.236+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have decided to break the rules! Am I naughty or what? I have a bad habit, nail biting to be precise. I finally figured out that when I wear my fun purple nail polish, I dont bite at all, so I wore it all summer and my fingers started recuperating from the beating they have endured for years. When I heard that we werent supposed to wear bright color nail polishes at work, I took it off and then was so excited when I didnt bite my nails. I was to freaked out by all of the illnesses and weird substances that touched my fingers to bite. But when I came home Thursday night, I was very bored and my hands were "clean", meaning I hadnt touched any weird tube with bodily substances? in it, and then guess what happened? I bit my nails off and my fingers really started to hurt. So before Shabbat I put it back on and my fingers have not been in my mouth since. Therefore, I am going to break the rules and wear it over the next few weeks, because I dont like this habit at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115782449319567101?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115782449319567101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115782449319567101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115782449319567101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115782449319567101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-have-decided-to-break-rules-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115722940645610207</id><published>2006-09-02T21:56:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T23:36:46.573+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Sherut Leumi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;How can I explain it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, first of all, maybe I should clarify what exactly it is that I my sherut leumi is. Sounds reasonable :) I am working at Sha'ari Tzedek and it is really really really, ummm, amazing! I thought it would be stupid, but the hospital doesnt function without the benot sherut. We do everything that is not medical and therefore, the doctors and nurses have more time to focuse on the patients. The patients also recieve more attention and the visitors know that the hospital is a friendly place, seeing as us benot sherut are always smiling, happy, and helpful! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I work in the internal medicine ward. I get to deal with doctors, nurses, patients, and visitors. (Wait, dont all the sherut leumi people who work in the hospital do that? No, some work in offices or labs, and then there are not as many people who you need to recognize and talk to.) I was a little freak out when I realized that I was going to have to work with so many people. My ward is also one of the hardest ones to work in, in the whole hospital, so how much more so... But as it turns out, I dont think I could be happier anywhere else. The staff are considerate, helpful and funny. The patients, well, they are a different story. All of them are sick, go figure, and most of them are old (meaning over 70) and some of them are, ummm, senile? Out of thirty something patients, one is in his thirtys. Hopefully he will recover quickly and get to go home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So what do I do? I know that you are all waiting anxiously to find out. Explain please! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This isnt going to sound so amazing to you, in fact it seems a little stupid, but it is such important work. I will explain why in a minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I think the thing that takes the most time everyday is dealing with the food. Yes, the benot sherut give out breakfast, lunch, and supper. The kitchen sends up these big carts with a tray for every patient and we have to then dish out the cereal, soup, or other hot liquid into bowls and give it out to the patients who can eat. After all the patients have their food, the ones who are incapable of feeding themselves need to be fed. It freaked me out the first time I feed an old women, but then I realized that if I didnt feed her, she woudlnt eat. The most basic necessities are food and water. And I am giving that to her. I dont think you know what I am talking about, but after getting her to eat the whole tray of food, and recuporate partially becasue of it... It is such a good feeling. I dont know how to put it into words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Apart from food and making sure the patients are comfortable, there is office work to be done. I am sure that this part of the job will become routine and tedious soon, but for now its still new and exciting. Fillling out forms and making sure every patient has a tik and keeping the front desk in order. The only part I dont like is.... answering telephones! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I get a lot of exercise everyday. I dont even have to make time for it. Running up and down the stairs (anywhere between one and eight flights) really helps my leg muscles! stam, its true though. Every day after work, I cant feel anything from my lower back and down, but you know what? It doesnt matter. It is so worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Its taken me a while to write this post, and so now it Is in fact late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;My second week of Sherut Leumi is starting! I can hardly wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115722940645610207?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115722940645610207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115722940645610207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115722940645610207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115722940645610207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/09/sherut-leumi-how-can-i-explain-it-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115639607965373420</id><published>2006-08-24T07:43:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:07:59.706+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Four Shekel and Fifty-Five Cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The baking chug ended yesterday. I am not all that broken up about it. It is a really good idea, but it needs to be better thought out, so until we think about it some more, Eema, please dont decide to do another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am going to meet up with Ora today. I havent seen her for almost three months and since we live in different cities, it is going to be difficult to see her during the year, so I expect that this will be my last time seeing her for another few months. How sad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hmm, the clock just changed and now reads '8:00' so I am going to assume that that means that it is time to really start my day. I guess today I should look semi-presentable, and change out of my running clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115639607965373420?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115639607965373420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115639607965373420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115639607965373420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115639607965373420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/four-shekel-and-fifty-five-cents.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115609505341946592</id><published>2006-08-20T20:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:30:53.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lori decided last night to set the alarm. That doesn't really bother me, but it was set for nine o clock, so of course, that's when I woke up and started my day. Right Lorz ;) The first thing I did was go back to sleep for half an hour. It was a wise decision. Then I decided it was probably a good time to get ready for the cooking chug, since cook is what we did today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Eema and I went to Superdeal and it was freezing in the store. The guy wasn't stacking cabbages today, but I didn't need any in any event, so it didn't really matter. Today he was putting out onions! And a wonderful job he did of it, or I'm sure he had a hard time pouring the crates into the onion space. When that was over and done with, we stopped at HaKol LeShulchan. We got little tins and soup containers and jumpropes :) AviChai likes to jump rope and Im sure could become moderately ok at it if he would jump more than two times in a row. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The cooking chug was underway and Eema showed the girls how to make angel hair pasta torte. It is really yummy stuff. But I didn't eat any really during the chug itself. Then we had a vegetable cutting up session. Its really sad that some of the girls think that they know everything, because they really could have used the lesson. Cooking is an art form as are most other things. The vegetables are supposed to be cut into neat pieces, not hacked up into different size chunks. I ditched twenty minutes til the end :) hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;When I came home, I found out that Avi was at the Yaffas house, so after Ezri made a big deal about having to go get him, I went too. We picked the Dibble up and then continued to the pizza place. While I sat and watched the Dibble devour his pizza and barad, I looked across the street at the playground, so once the food was gone, we headed toward the park. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;All in all it was a nice afternoon. It is only a little bit after eight and I am trying to decide what to do tonight. I guess I'll post about that tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115609505341946592?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115609505341946592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115609505341946592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115609505341946592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115609505341946592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/lori-decided-last-night-to-set-alarm.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115602409721762124</id><published>2006-08-20T00:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T00:48:17.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am so so tired, but that didnt stop me from having a nice Shabbat. Eema made this really yummy pasta/fish thing that was really really yummy and Brenda and I ate all of it (except for a tiny amount that other people had) and that was an appetizer. So I really was not hungry at all for soup or other food, but I wound up sitting at the table for another hour and a half anyway. Its not all bad, because I took a leisurely stroll to nofi aviv with Lori, and Libby, and the badger, of course. There was no one around because they are all at their seminarions and mine isnt until next week, so there were no real friends around to see. Dan was around though, the poor guy. Obviously he didnt get the notice that this week it was "uncool" to leave your house friday night after the meal, so he bumped into us :) He is a funny little dude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shul was strange. I dont know why really, but it was and then lunch was also on the weird side. This fish came out good :) on the bright side... Wow, I didnt eat any meat this shabbat... so unlike me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The afternoon went by really quickly. I played apples to apples, which I havent played for a really long time, and now I remember why. Also I think I consumed way to much brown rice and bulgar wheat. Ewww... just a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I know this post isnt half as long as it should be, but like I said, I am falling asleep, so good night moon and good night stars where ever you are, hiding behind the clouds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115602409721762124?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115602409721762124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115602409721762124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115602409721762124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115602409721762124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-so-so-tired-but-that-didnt-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115590168221491631</id><published>2006-08-18T14:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T14:48:02.233+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I posted everyday this week! Amazing! Simply Amazing! I am going to give myself a round of applause for this. One second... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Did you hear that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;On to business: Today was supposed to be a mad rush as usual, and it is, sort of. I even made pasta salad. I dont like making this pasta salad. I always manage to cut myself. Its awful! But today I made it and have no new injuries to show off because of it. Lucky me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I crept upstair for a few minutes and thats why this is here, but I better go back down before the holy blessed mother notices i'm gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat Shalom Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115590168221491631?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115590168221491631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115590168221491631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115590168221491631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115590168221491631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-posted-everyday-this-week-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115582982752136301</id><published>2006-08-17T18:48:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T18:50:27.556+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Sour Sticks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Coca Cola flavored or Blue raspberry? It is a difficult question. Which to pick? Which smells worse? Which is cooler? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Most people answer both, but this is not strictly true. I prefer the red ones :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115582982752136301?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115582982752136301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115582982752136301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115582982752136301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115582982752136301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/sour-sticks-coca-cola-flavored-or-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115576265710276016</id><published>2006-08-16T23:46:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T00:10:57.240+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I seem to be having on and off days. Today was an on day. That means that the green light flashed go all day long and I was moving from here to there to the next place. Granted I thought the day would be sort of a yellow light and so I tried sleeping late, but I went to the grocery store instead and laughed at the guy stacking cabbages and laughed with eema as we took all of the bread flour that they had out on the shelf. She even bought me a cauliflower, so I made lunch when I got home. Then of course it was time for the baking chug and its a good thing to, because I dont think that my stomach could have handled to much more cauliflower. I let Eema have the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;We made challah today. Why is it that when you want them to follow instructions, they dont, but when you tell them to do what they want, they question your every move? Well, Abba had turned on the air conditioning and some how we didnt realize, so it got to cool in the house for the dough to rise properly in its allotted amount of time. Kneading the dough was also an experience and why dont people listen when you say, "dont touch"? So I left Eema to play with the doughs and the ovens and I divided pretzels and Brenda gave out chocolate and sprinkles to the girls. It made a big mess, but seeing as this didnt need to be cooked and it was chocolate, they were thrilled. I left Eema to help them braid it, we were working on overtime again, and I escaped upstairs to my room. Of course, I was left most of the bowls to wash afterward, but it wasnt too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The really big event of tonight was dining at Normans steak and hamburger house. I like meat :) So do most of my cousins, and my new cousin-in-law. It was a big hit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, right, why were we celebrating? It is the one year aliyah anniversary of my grandparents. I even wrote a speech! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;         " A year ago I presented you with a poem, but tonight I am going to be less creative and display my message with unrhyming prose. A year ago you made aliyah and that was one of the most exciting moments of our lives. Our own aliyah experiences had been momentous and changed our own lives, but after living 5,631 miles away from you for two whole years having you nearby again was amazing! Not to mention the fact the we can now party with the Preisers (and Admons :) ) whenever there is an occasion too. This year was filled with new experiences, a lot of learning (right savta? ;) ), planting gardens, and settling into a new home. You have overcome these challanges and so we are celebrating here tonight. Be'ezrat Hashem, soon every Jew everywhere will follow your example and we will all live in Eretz HaKodesh with the coming of Ma'shiach. Kol HaKavod Saba and Savta! We love you both very much!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It was a touching little speech. Thank you Abba for helping me polish it up. Back to the party part: Chaim got a really really big burger, Avi wiped his plate clean (a first!) and I ate steak which was very very yummy :) I like meat (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Once we were all done and left the restaurant, a man walked up to my father and asked him if he had davened maariv yet. My father replied in the negetive. "Good!" said the man. "We're nine," stated my father. "Nine? And i'm ten?!?! Wow! I made a minyan! That was easy!" Shouted the man with glee. Anyway, the shocked and happy look on the guys face was amusing. So the men davened maariv and the women and little boys went to wander around. Finally we got into our rightful cars and headed for home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Now its time for bed and sleep doesnt seem to be to long in coming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115576265710276016?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115576265710276016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115576265710276016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115576265710276016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115576265710276016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-seem-to-be-having-on-and-off-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115567228345494074</id><published>2006-08-15T23:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:04:43.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Today WAS boring. Don't misunderstand me here, it was the most boring day I've had for three weeks! I didn't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But Eema and I went to a yoga class at around eight o clock and that was really really nice. I stretched muscles that I hardly ever use. I hope I hurt on Thursday. That supposedly means that I did it right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, since tomorrow looks to be full and exciting I will sign off and go to sleep. And yes, when you've been getting up at seven something, eight fifteen is late :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115567228345494074?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115567228345494074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115567228345494074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115567228345494074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115567228345494074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/today-was-boring.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115562973847237530</id><published>2006-08-15T11:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:15:38.516+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;For the first time in a few weeks, I dont have anything to do today. Its so weird. I mean, I slept late, til 8:15 and now I have been reading the newspaper since then. Sigh, maybe i'll take Avi to the park or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115562973847237530?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115562973847237530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115562973847237530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115562973847237530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115562973847237530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/for-first-time-in-few-weeks-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115559154510042034</id><published>2006-08-14T22:37:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T00:39:07.326+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Did anyone ever notice that its really really really nice outside during the early morning? I remember that that was one of the only reasons that I liked sha'at efes. It was quiet outside on the way to school. anyway, I had a flashback of that again today, but it was after six thirty, still... it was nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Raizi and I went into Jerusalem today. The nurse checked my arm and I have to go back in two weeks, because, as she stated, everything is fine, but we want to check again. Then we went to find Raizi's skirt that we werent able to get on thursday. We finally found it after wandering around for an hour? was it. But the good news is that I found an insert for my yoman! This is so exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am very sleepy. I had a long day, so off to bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115559154510042034?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115559154510042034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115559154510042034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115559154510042034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115559154510042034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/did-anyone-ever-notice-that-its-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115545379603901287</id><published>2006-08-13T10:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T10:23:16.056+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lori left this morning to go to work and for the past three hours I have been sitting in my room trying to decide what to do. I have not been completely idle and have worked a bit on uncompleted projects. Its a nice feeling. Today looks to be busy, but its not really. There is the baking chug and today we are actually really baking. Cookies! Ugh =) And then later we are supposed to be having some company, so we will see what I do in between. Oh! and Lori is coming home again tonight! Shes a funny girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115545379603901287?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115545379603901287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115545379603901287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115545379603901287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115545379603901287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/lori-left-this-morning-to-go-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115541952994278244</id><published>2006-08-12T22:41:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T00:52:10.143+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Two weeks left of vacation. I thought that it would never end, but now I am getting worried about life after these next two weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat was nice. Friday night Lori and I spent time with Shani. We walked to Nofi Aviv and found Raizi. Actually, Raizi found us :) But Sara was missing, so we didnt get to see her. She disappeared. Strange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I didnt know that the alarm on my phone rings even if the phone is off. At six this morning it started playing and every fifteen minutes or so it went off until seven thirty. I got up once Lori left for shul and then copied her and left. Shul was quick, but interesting. Lunch was yummy. Eema made health salad. I like health salad :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I think we slept for three and a half hours, but it felt so good to wake up from that. It was hard walking to Saba and Savtas house though. I mean, we hadnt even really properly woke up yet. It was nice at Saba and Savtas house, we saw pictures from Tova's Bat Mitzvah. Brenda was really cute then and I had a lot of teeth missing. I think I had missing teeth for an abnormally long amount of time. Oh, btw Eema, I am sort of sorry that I pulled those two loose teeth right before my Bat Mitzvah. Those are awful pictures :) hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I think tonight we are supposed to be doing something fun, since its Loris last night of vacation. I think playing with Barbies was on the list. Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115541952994278244?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115541952994278244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115541952994278244' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115541952994278244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115541952994278244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/two-weeks-left-of-vacation.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115516776147402724</id><published>2006-08-09T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T02:56:01.580+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Raizi realized on Monday, that a blog is not just to state what you did each and every single day. You can write whatever you want, no matter how random. The best part is, that its yours, and you can say anything you want without having to consider peoples comments. Delete them, ignore them, dont allow comments... tons of options.&lt;br /&gt;However, when I do blog, usually its because I have something to say and today definitely merits being told about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little before eight I woke up. I think I had time to brush my teeth and pull a skirt on over my pajama pants before I left the house with Abba, Lori, and Raizi. We dropped Raizi off at her house to wait for her cleaning lady and then went shopping at Mister Zol. As Lori put it 12 hours later, "What?! That was this morning??? It feels like forever ago!" or something along those lines. We bought groceries for "My" baking chug and it wasnt to long before we were back home.&lt;br /&gt;I had time to get cleaned up. I put in my contacts, got dressed for real, and then ran around like a crazy person (never so unusual if you know where I live...) I finished filling out some forms for Sherut Leumi (it starts in under a month) and then Abba quickly drove me over to the doctors office, so that he could print out the results of my blood test and stamp my paper. We even got to visit the red box that you drop letters into on the way home =) one less thing to worry about.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be smart and time saving I decided to go look in our local shoe store to see if they had the shoes I need. Abba drove home to pick up Lori and Eli, seeing as they also needed shoes. Eli got a new cool pair of brown sneakers and Lori got hard, new, clean naot. There was a chefetz chasud in mercaz, so we heard it being blown up. That was exciting... The scene from monsters inc replayed in our minds, "23 19!!!!!!!" We ordered school books for Ezri and Avi, and then finally went home.&lt;br /&gt;"My" baking chug went very smoothly. ;) stam, Ima taught today, seeing as I didnt know the fancy ways to make pie crust. The girls were funny though. They drove Ima crazy, but they did that last week also, and she didnt really have to be near them.&lt;br /&gt;Literally right after the chug ended I got to practice my newest hobby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I got home just in time to watch the end of Anastasia with Raizi and then we tie-dyed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;We made lots of cool shirts, although it made a mess of our fingers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Supper was a little pasta with cheese, not very yummy, but we were running to make it to a concert in beit guvrin. Kayla and her mother came with us, which makes sense, since they were the ones who originally told us about it. It was nice, interesting, but the after party was better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;We came home, and thanks to Raizi's hotdogs, we grilled hotdogs and lots of yummy vegetables and it was a perfect past midnight supper :) Now its late and tomorrow is supposed to be really really busy, so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115516776147402724?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115516776147402724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115516776147402724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115516776147402724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115516776147402724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/raizi-realized-on-monday-that-blog-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115498842342366454</id><published>2006-08-07T23:59:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T01:07:03.480+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hello hello!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It is really Tuesday, considering that I am writing this after midnight, but if you notice, I have changed the time to 11:59. This is a very clever trick that I stole from Lori and you never would have known or noticed had I not told you. But now that I have drawn your attention to it, notice and wonder :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Today started off lazily enough. I did something today that I havent done in months and months. I read a book from start to finish and didnt put it down. Dont worry, it only took me from tenish til three. I did DO stuff today in additon to the reading part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Raizi decided to make a BBQ in honor of Elisheva's Birthday. It was yummy, Raizi dearest, especially your new pasta salad. They were cute little noodles, by the way... Most of us took a turn standing at the grill. We ate, chatted, laughed, and had a good time. Then my phone starting ringing a lot. It was Lori and my mother both calling me at the same time and I accidentally kept hanging up on them in an attempt to change from one conversation to the other. I think I got the hang of it. I learned loads of new things today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The real question of the night is: Will I ever get my bed back? I took over Loris, so she took over the pullout, therefore we pile junk onto mine. It is a problem, but I'm sure we will solve it soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll go see to that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115498842342366454?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115498842342366454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115498842342366454' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115498842342366454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115498842342366454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/hello-hello-it-is-really-tuesday.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115463110110748769</id><published>2006-08-03T21:40:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:51:41.140+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What a day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I think that this Tishah B'Av was a very meaningful one. I will not go into detail, but leave everyone to think of their own opinions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What I will tell you about, is what went on today in the Polly household.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Mommy was sleeping most of the day, so there was no screaming after noontime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Abba, Kol HaKadov, recited all of the Tishah B'Av kinnot. Its very long and it took him a very long time to say, but he did it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Eli, stayed invisible, which he usually does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Brenda also only appeared at around three o clock or so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ezri and Avi Chai watched The Borrowers. This was basically background noise, as I dont think that the playroom ever got so messy from just watching a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But please, come upstairs to where Lori and I live. Last night we watched The Pianist. That is one freaky movie, as movies about the Sho'ah usually are. This morning once Lori came back from shul and slept for a while, we watched a movie called The Windtalkers. This was also a freaky movie. It took place during World Wat II and as Lori put it, "was one of the best war movies that i've ever seen". Dude. Thats all I have to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shoshana arrived just in time, because I had finished making her bed. She is staying with us for Shabbat amd maybe she'll be daring and stay til Sunday morning? Dont worry Lorz, I wont give away your secret plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hmmmm, my stomach has gotten over its initial shock. So maybe I should go eat more coffee cake? It was really really good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What to do! What to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115463110110748769?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115463110110748769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115463110110748769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115463110110748769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115463110110748769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-day-i-think-that-this-tishah-bav.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115441962937550831</id><published>2006-08-01T10:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T11:07:09.433+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This one's for Raizi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yes, the gaps between my posts are growing once again and I must apologize for that. Lately I've had so much to do that I never get around to writing it down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sunday I helped Sara out and came to play counsler for the day. It was a long day and the kids are tired before they do anything. My own personal opinions, sorry if they seem rude, but Achdut could be a much better camp than it is. The campers need to learn some disipline and the staff needs to help disipline them. Maybe it is the Israeli mentality, but when kids think that they can get away with everything, you know that there is a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Aside from that discovered issue, I had a busy day running after escaping campers and trying to get them to listen. By the end of the day I was fed up and was so happy to go home knowing that there are "only nine days of camp left and then I dont have to come to camp anymore" (that was a quote made by girl in my group.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yesterday, which was Monday, Kayla and I ventured a trip into Jerusalem. We went to listen to some shiyurim about shmirat halashon. I discovered that Har Nof is actually a rather pretty neighborhood. but the Neveh Yerushalyim campus offended my sensibilities a little. I had originally thought that the topic we would be hearing about, would be awfully boring, but each of the three speakers took a take on a different angle of the topic and it was fascinating and I am really glad that Kayla and I went. I havent heard speakers speak like that for a long time and it really strengthened something within me to hear what they had to say. Needless to say, it was not your average boring speaker reciting to you how bad it is to speak lashon harah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;We got home sometime in the afternoon and my headache, which had been steadily growing since shabbat, was worse than ever. so I decided to go to sleep and maybe sleep for fourteen hours or so. Knowing me, if you do, you would know that I am not really one to do this type of thing and I am starting to think that lying in my bed with nothing to do, trying to fall asleep does not really appeal to me, so I finished the last two hundred pages of my book. I am really glad that I borrowed these books from Savta, because I happen to think that they are amazing.Rosamund Pilcher is an amazing author. I read three of her books and am in love with two of them. I thought that they would be sappy romance novels, which I was in the mood to read when I started the first book, but turns out that it wasnt. So I read all three and two of them are just so amazing that I have been in a state of perpetual suspence since late last week. I was going crazy trying to figure out how they ended and now I know. It is slightly disappointing, because now I have nothing new to read. And to top it all off, I cant even reread them, because they are to fresh in my mind and I would be greatly disappointed if I did not get as engrossed in the books as I first did. Which I am sure that I would not be, because the stories have been replaying themsleves in my mind since I finished then last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Brenda made supper. She is so odd. After eating lots and lots of potato soup, I cleared my place and left the house to get a bit of fresh air. I walked to Saba and Savtas house. It was a beautiful walk. I walked through the sunset and it was cool and breezy and not to dark. I spent an hour there and then we took a drive back here, where they left me and went home. So I had to find something else to do. I dragged Brenda down to the toy room and then made her watch a movie with me. I have made her watch that movie so many times that we both know it by heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This morning was also an adventure. I had to got o the doctor to get some forms filled out for sherut leumi which is starting in a month. I forgot my kepat cholim card, so we drove home quickly to get it. I got all the forms filled out and now all I have left to do is get a blood test tomorrow morning to determine if I need another heptitis B shot or not. And to go into Jerusalem to get a PPD test done. Which isnt a lot really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I now have to organize all the papers that are lying around my room and put them into some semablence of order, so that my room is neat. I want to come home after a week of working and living in a dorm and know where all of my stuff is. So I figure that I am going to need to organize my room. Plus, if I want to have friends for Shabbat, then it would be nice if my room was neat, because then maybe someone will be kind enough to sweep and wash the floor in my room for me every once in a while ;) (: should I dare to hope?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115441962937550831?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115441962937550831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115441962937550831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115441962937550831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115441962937550831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/08/this-ones-for-raizi-yes-gaps-between.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115394132374153624</id><published>2006-07-26T21:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T22:15:23.846+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Last night some crazy dude was knocking on my door. When I realized that it wasnt part of my dream, I woke up enough to say "come in." He was returning part of my computer. I didnt even know it was missing! Silly me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;After I woke up this morning I recieved very welcome news. I love my friends, they are so funny! Raizi is officially home from America! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Mommy, Ezri, and I walked up to get some groceries. It was a nice walk and much needed by all three of us. So I am sort of glad that Abba stole the car for the morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I made a double batch of chocolate chip cookies this morning. They came out amazingly and its so true that when you bake for fun and because you want to, the food tastes so much better! I even added colorful chocolate chips so they are happy cookies too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And to top it all off, someone came up with the brilliant idea of making ice cream sandwiches. Which taste really good, although I do need to freeze them some more and make the cookie thinner. I wont go into details, because most people dont know what I am talking about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Since Raizi is home, she invited me to come and watch a really nice movie with her. She has been describing its virtures to me for ages now, and tonight we finally got to see it. She got me presents from America :) Loads of fun! Fuzzy, warm, blue socks; a new black sweatshirt, I havent had one since Eilat; and a comic strip. I brought her Charlie (He is a purple hippopotomous) and her yearbook and her discs of the Hatzagah. I also brought her a beautiful piece of artwork that I made myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This I worked on for hours today. Kayla came and we did arts and crafts! I love arts and crafts! And we had fun in the bargain! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am now going to clean my room, because it is a disgusting mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Bye all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115394132374153624?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115394132374153624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115394132374153624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115394132374153624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115394132374153624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-night-some-crazy-dude-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115376820204276642</id><published>2006-07-24T22:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:10:02.066+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;There is less than a week til my real birthday. Is this a good thing, a bad thing, or just something that happens? I do not know. I guess when my life has come to its end I will have an answer. Was it better to grow old and die, or should I have stayed seventeen forever. Well, for now all I can think is that if I make my life worthwhile and use it to accomplish as much as I can, then I will probably consider it worthwhile when I reach the end of my life. But if I decided to do nothing and just plod along as time passes, then I will not have made the most of my surroundings and that would be a shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;With this thought, what is the point of doing nothing or just hanging out for a whole two months? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont really see the connection between my original aim and what I happen to be doing at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I really must find something to do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And I am starting it tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115376820204276642?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115376820204276642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115376820204276642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115376820204276642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115376820204276642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/07/there-is-less-than-week-til-my-real.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115325051142088583</id><published>2006-07-18T22:15:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T22:21:51.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I was sitting and staring at a peculiar sign today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It stated in Hebrew: No entrance with Weapons, Food, or Animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Then in English underneath it read: No entrance with Weapons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Does this classify Food and Animals as Weapons? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I could believe it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115325051142088583?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115325051142088583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115325051142088583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115325051142088583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115325051142088583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-sitting-and-staring-at-peculiar.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115278282450689038</id><published>2006-07-13T08:23:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:27:04.523+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It has been an interesting last couple of days. I got new music tuesday night. Wednesday I got to yell at a batch of fourth grade girls for six hours. I also got to have bonding time, with two of my siblings and my Abba. And this morning, or whatever it is, I am going to finally get my yearbook that I was supposed to have weeks ago. Oh, and I am bringing five of them home.I hope all you dudes in America appreciate it. Hi Sara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115278282450689038?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115278282450689038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115278282450689038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115278282450689038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115278282450689038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-has-been-interesting-last-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115246389975454771</id><published>2006-07-09T19:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T19:51:39.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Why didnt anyone tell me that it is so nice to have someone your own age live so close by??????? Everyone meet Kayla. She lives at 513 and is a very nice girl. We made purple animals and got lemon icepops and we started crotcheting together, because that activity is too boring to do when you are by yourself. But I am a teensy bit jealous that she made such a cool hat and scarf! Dude! That was awesome! Anyway, I guess this summer will be more fun than I thought that it was going to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115246389975454771?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115246389975454771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115246389975454771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115246389975454771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115246389975454771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-didnt-anyone-tell-me-that-it-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115214209074666424</id><published>2006-07-06T02:21:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:28:10.770+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Its two o clock in the morning, but I am posting. Why? I dont know to be honest. I havent been in the mood lately to post, if you notice that I rarely get in more than one post a week. I guess this week is special or something, since its getting two. Well, last night was fun. Seeing as my house was deserted (Brenda went to camp and all the boys went swimming) my mother converted her office into a comfortable movie watching room. We watched two movies and then the boys came home and I watch another into the wee hours of the morning with Eli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I finally put down the sixth book in the Harry Potter series. Thankfully tomorrow I can get on with my life seeing as I have satiated my craving to read the books. I hope I do something useful tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Building a mystery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115214209074666424?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115214209074666424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115214209074666424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115214209074666424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115214209074666424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-two-o-clock-in-morning-but-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115182990059208184</id><published>2006-07-02T11:31:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T11:45:00.613+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hello World!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat was so nice. It was quiet, except for the part where Avi threw a temper tantrum and ran around like a crazy person. Other than that though, people to hang out with were in miraculously short supply. Raizi, Yael, and Dina are all in America. Sara went away for Shabbos. And I didnt even walk to Saba and Savta, which I should do, say that I can say hi to Shani and Talya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;So I sat around eating fruit and reading Harry Potter, which I already got to the fourth one, which is pretty good considering... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;After shabbat was the real party. Saba and Savta came over with a birthday cake for Lori. Now, you see we WERE supposed to eat it at their house, but Lori was to lazy to walk over (sleeping) and we didnt know about the cake, so that didnt seem TOO horrible. But it was nice this way, because everybody got to celebrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;After they left and somewhere around eleven o clockish, my cousin called me and asked if I was awake. The answer being, "Um, everyone's still awake here," prompted him to inquire whether or not he could stop by with three friends to chill for a bit. So the funny boys came and Abba talked like his usual self, until he ran out of things to say, which he admitted. I think it was just because he was tired, not that he went to sleep after they left. When they had to go, I pulled the "look Abba! Lori needs help over there!" and they were able to escape out the door. I hope you got home safely cousin! And that you didnt get lost again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lori showed me how to download the Google Sidebar and so I've been having a lot of fun with it. I put tetris onto it and now I can play whenever I want :) yay! I also have a pair of eyes, which just watch me and a calendar. And now I also have a TO DO list on it, so I can think of things that I am never going to do and write them down! Its so much fun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Well world, something is telling me that it is time to finish blogging and get on with my day. So I'll do that and why is the telephone ringing??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115182990059208184?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115182990059208184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115182990059208184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115182990059208184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115182990059208184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-world-shabbat-was-so-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115140324296100174</id><published>2006-06-27T13:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T13:14:02.993+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Remarkable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hello everyone. Has anyone fallen off the face of the planet lately? I was just wondering for curiosities sake and because I wanted something exciting to happen. So if you have fallen and gone for a visit to where ever one goes when they fall off the face of a planet, please let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115140324296100174?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115140324296100174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115140324296100174' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115140324296100174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115140324296100174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/06/remarkable-hello-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115073981097788319</id><published>2006-06-19T20:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T20:56:51.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hello blog readers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday was Saras birthday, so Happy Birthday Sara. Now it is posted on my blog. Theres another birthday present since the pancakes were a flop. lifi da'ati that is. Ora, I hope you landed safely in America, even though you left this afternoon and not last night as planned. But it was so cool having you drive over here anyway! I see why you passed on your first test. Bye Yael, who I forgot to send a message to even though I wrote it and had it waiting on my phone to be sent. Raizi, dont worry to much about the bagrut. I'm going to redo chemistry next year, so it'll be a party... And not having a magan is better, no? Who knows... ummm, all for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115073981097788319?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115073981097788319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115073981097788319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115073981097788319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115073981097788319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-blog-readers-yesterday-was-saras.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-115039813307334671</id><published>2006-06-15T21:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:02:13.190+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;For Tonights Entertainment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Tounge Twisters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A certain young fellow named Beebee Wished to marry a lady named Phoebe "But," he said. "I must see What the minister's fee be Before Phoebe be Phoebe Beebee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A flea and a fly flew up in a flue. Said the flea, "Let us fly!" Said the fly, "Let us flee!" So they flew through a flaw in the flue.&lt;br /&gt;A fly and flea flew into a flue, said the fly to the flea 'what shall we do?' 'let us fly' said the flea said the fly 'shall we flee' so they flew through a flaw in the flue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A mother to her son did utter "Go, my son, and shut the shutter" "The shutter's shut" the son did utter "I cannot shut it any shutter!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A tree toad loved a she-toad Who lived up in a tree. He was a two-toed tree toad But a three-toed toad was she. The two-toed tree toad tried to win The three-toed she-toad's heart, For the two-toed tree toad loved the ground That the three-toed tree toad trod. But the two-toed tree toad tried in vain. He couldn't please her whim. From her tree toad bower With her three-toed power The she-toad vetoed him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Betty Botter bought a bit of butter. "But," said she, "this butter's bitter. If I put it in my batter, It will make my batter bitter. But a bit of better butter- That would make my batter better." So Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter (better than her bitter butter) And she put it in her bitter batter And made her bitter batter a bit better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Bobby Bippy bought a bat. Bobby Bippy bought a ball. With his bat Bob banged the ball Banged it bump against the wall But so boldly Bobby banged it That he burst his rubber ball ""Boo!"" cried Bobby Bad luck ball Bad luck Bobby, bad luck ball Now to drown his many troubles Bobby Bippy's blowing bubbles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I bought a bit of baking powder and baked a batch of biscuits. I brought a big basket of biscuits back to the bakery and baked a basket of big biscuits. Then I took the big basket of biscuits and the basket of big biscuits and mixed the big biscuits with the basket of biscuits that was next to the big basket and put a bunch of biscuits from the basket into a biscuit mixer and brought the basket of biscuits and the box of mixed biscuits and the biscuit mixer to the bakery and opened a tin of sardines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I need not your needles, they're needless to me; For kneading of noodles, 'twere needless, you see; But did my neat knickers but need to be kneed, I then should have need of your needles indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I thought a thought. But the thought I thought wasn't the thought I thought I thought. If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought, I wouldn't have thought so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Once upon a barren moor There dwelt a bear, also a boar, The bear could not bear the boar, The bear thought the boar was a bore. At last the bear could bear no more That boar that bored him on the moor. And so one morn he bored the boar- That boar will bore no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;If you notice this notice, you will notice that this notice is not worth noticing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Hehehe... jokes on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-115039813307334671?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/115039813307334671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=115039813307334671' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115039813307334671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/115039813307334671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/06/for-tonights-entertainment-tounge.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114996721936837312</id><published>2006-06-10T22:13:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:20:19.396+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat started out as its typical self. I didnt think I would, but I felt like it was Shabbat. After shul, we had a yummy supper. The chicken soup was really good people. Then Lori and I went to go get Shani. Turns out we started to leave the block and were a rather large crowd. Yonatan decided to leave at the same time though, so Lori and I walked with him and as always, we talked about books. We got home rather late and had a pretty big scare, something to do with funny ears and blue eyes. I'm trying to figure this out. Forget it... I dont want to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I woke up and decided to put my contacts in after a nap. Shul was cold! Lunch was yummy and then Lori and I laughed and fell asleep. Raizi came two hours later and we walked to Sheinfeld. We saw Talya, Hila, Tirza, and Yifat. Then we went to Sladowskys and then Raizi went to Eytana and I went to see Saba and Savta. Natani was sleeping over there. That little kid is so cute! We played mancala and ate his birthday cake. Then Raizi came to pick me up and we walked home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;All in all, Shabbat was enjoyable, productive, and relxing. Thanks guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114996721936837312?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114996721936837312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114996721936837312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114996721936837312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114996721936837312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/06/shabbat-started-out-as-its-typical.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114963284768985600</id><published>2006-06-07T01:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T01:27:27.710+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A few hours ago, I sat in the gym of my school and looked around at all the other girls and their parents and friends. It really happened and now I am no longer a high school student. I dont really feel anything though. I am not overly happy at finishing school, neither am I sad at parting from my friends and teachers. I dont feel old. I dont feel young. I am not dissappointed or satisfied. It is kind of confusing and maybe i'll work it out in the morning. Second to last bagrut tomorrow... basketball, here I come :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114963284768985600?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114963284768985600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114963284768985600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114963284768985600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114963284768985600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/06/few-hours-ago-i-sat-in-gym-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114914487339741536</id><published>2006-06-01T09:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T09:54:33.416+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This morning I was faced with hypocrisy and a cruel irony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;At first I was very shaken up over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;You see, I dont like to start, be part, or watch stupid evil fights. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But when I know I'm right, I know I'm right and then I will stand up for the correct thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I think I'm calm now, because now all I feel about it, is a peculiar sense of humor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I guess you have to brace yourself for ugliness and truth every morning in this world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The world is not a happy perfect place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I realize that even when we are redeemed from this exile, the world will not be solely beautiful and pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The funny thing about this is though, that that is what mant other people think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;To prove them wrong, just look at Gd and the Torah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;There are punishments and potantials written in it along with rewards and potentials in the opposite direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Good really cant exist without bad. So that means that bad will never totally disappear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Maybe it could take a less drastic form, and then it wont be considered so bad, but that wouldnt really keep the balance would it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Just something to think about, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Chag Sameach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114914487339741536?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114914487339741536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114914487339741536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114914487339741536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114914487339741536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-morning-i-was-faced-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114901522874932824</id><published>2006-05-30T21:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:53:48.800+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Babysitting was not half as long as I thought it would be. I did not make and even bigger dent in the book. I should go do that now though. Goodness! I want to give it back so badly! I dont like it very much and it fragile... these heavy big hardcover books are evil!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;anyway, the moon is really nice tonight if anyone is interested...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114901522874932824?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114901522874932824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114901522874932824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114901522874932824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114901522874932824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/babysitting-was-not-half-as-long-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114900155742512805</id><published>2006-05-30T18:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T18:05:57.446+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And once again the sun is in my eyes as I try to type, hmmmm... Today was busy. I was at school most of the time. I got attacked by a pigeon in Loris apartment and then my foot feel asleep really badly on the bus. Big plans for tonight! I am babysitting and hopefully that means that I will finish, dum dum dum... Robert Jordan! We'll see :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114900155742512805?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114900155742512805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114900155742512805' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114900155742512805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114900155742512805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/and-once-again-sun-is-in-my-eyes-as-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114891490662859416</id><published>2006-05-29T18:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:01:46.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I should start a project. Clay? Sewing? lots of scotch tape? or what about paper clips. hmmm, at least I have glue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114891490662859416?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114891490662859416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114891490662859416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114891490662859416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114891490662859416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-should-start-project.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114891481213542187</id><published>2006-05-29T17:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:00:12.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Today has been a slow day. I havent done much of anything, but I know that tomorrow I have stuff to do in school, so getting through today isnt so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114891481213542187?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114891481213542187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114891481213542187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114891481213542187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114891481213542187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/today-has-been-slow-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114891440896868933</id><published>2006-05-29T17:52:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:53:28.986+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Every day at this time, when I sit at my desk, the sun gets in my eyes and I cant see anything that i'm doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114891440896868933?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114891440896868933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114891440896868933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114891440896868933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114891440896868933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/every-day-at-this-time-when-i-sit-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114876670019020080</id><published>2006-05-28T00:42:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:51:40.210+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat was enjoyable. Friday night I wore my new sandals. They are comfortable and as Sara says, so not me. I got to Aviv and saw dina and yael and erica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am sorry if anyone thought I was trying to be evil. It wasnt my idea, really. It was coincedence. And I dont know if I "got what I wanted". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I had a peaceful relaxing shabbos afternoon. A book, sleep, and warmth. what else could you ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lori watched Kate and Leopold with Brenda, so I had to find something else to do. So I kept myself busy, by not doing much of anything. But I am content and warm and believe it or not, sleepy. So&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;gnight mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114876670019020080?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114876670019020080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114876670019020080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114876670019020080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114876670019020080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/shabbat-was-enjoyable.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114839224811840353</id><published>2006-05-23T16:47:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:50:48.166+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This morning started out SO nice. I woke up and then went to the pool with Ima and Raizi. It was really really nice. The pool is more crowded in the morning, but it sure is a good start to the day. Mommy made me an omlette for breakfast and then we went out to do some shopping. Cherries, huge grapes, necterines... delicious fruit! I love summer fruits. like these ones for example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am going to babysit in a couple of minutes and catch up on more of my reading. maybe i'll post again later if the mood strikes me. or else i might watch grease or even go to sleep early and get to school on time for my bagrut tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114839224811840353?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114839224811840353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114839224811840353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114839224811840353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114839224811840353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-morning-started-out-so-nice_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114839224739211308</id><published>2006-05-23T16:47:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:50:47.420+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This morning started out SO nice. I woke up and then went to the pool with Ima and Raizi. It was really really nice. The pool is more crowded in the morning, but it sure is a good start to the day. Mommy made me an omlette for breakfast and then we went out to do some shopping. Cherries, huge grapes, necterines... delicious fruit! I love summer fruits. like these ones for example. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am going to babysit in a couple of minutes and catch up on more of my reading. maybe i'll post again later if the mood strikes me. or else i might watch grease or even go to sleep early and get to school on time for my bagrut tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114839224739211308?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114839224739211308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114839224739211308' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114839224739211308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114839224739211308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-morning-started-out-so-nice_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114833304647365981</id><published>2006-05-23T00:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T00:24:06.523+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I was right. This week is a busy one! And profitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;My morning started out nice. I always know that it is going to be a nice morning when I pop out of bed when my alarm clock rings. This rarely happens, but its a really nice feeling and I wish it WOULD happen more often. I think i'll have to experiment and see what makes this particular miracle occur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ora, who slept over last night was still sleeping like a log, so I left her there while I went to get ready to go to school. Dont worry, I woke her up with plenty of time for her to get ready. I discovered this morning that Ora really will eat anything. I am not brave enough to taste plum jam. Or israeli peanut butter. and least of all together. But I have proved to my own satisfaction that Ora really will eat anything as long as it isnt associated with yogurt. Which I knew, but now I really know... whatever.  forget it. I guess this is only funny if you know Ora :) We love you anyway!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;After school, Raizi and I headed to town. We went in search of: 1)earrings 2)sandals 3)a skirt 4)a tee shirt 5)finding out the price of sweatshirts 6)food-since our stomaches were rumbling anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;We found some earrings, no sandals, no skirts, some really nice tee shirts, no sweatshirt prices, and food. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;All in all, it was pretty profitable, for Raizi that is ;) Lori, we have to get Ima some earrings. the ones that we said are weird, but you wear them. I found a cute pair today actually. They were silver and light blue and not to long or heavy I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;We ran and caught the 420 with no seconds to spare. And then got home at a normal time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;At 7:15 I got an interesting ride to the Clarks. I walked into the house and Judy looked at me and said, "hmmm, I forgot to call you didnt I?" So she drove me home and I came back an hour later. Doesnt matter much to me. I read tons of this big heavy book. I am going to give it back soon! I promise! I want to finish it already! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Now It is pretty late since I have a very full day planned for tomorrow, even though I dont have school. Yay for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114833304647365981?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114833304647365981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114833304647365981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114833304647365981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114833304647365981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-was-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114824169658220570</id><published>2006-05-21T22:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:01:36.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The 417s were acting funny this morning, so I missed half of my only class that I had in school today. It was ok though, because Shira and Sara didnt show up at all (no, wait, Shira got there for the last five minutes). And I saw Raizi and we even made plans for tomorrow after our tanch classes, so it'll be cool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ora is sleeping over tonight. We are studying for chemistry :) And working on stuff for the yearbook. And well, yeah... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I babysat at the Clarks tonight also. I got in some much needed reading in that hour and a half. They are such funny people and I am actually managing to plow my way through this never ending heavy volume of Robert Jordons nasty series. At least I will be able to give the book back soon. I think that is a good thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This week is going to be so busy as today proved. I am very ahppy about that, because last week was torture. I was so bored! But I had to study, blah, that is never something to be so happy about. especially when its chemistry we are talking about here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Time is moving and there are still a couple of things to do before I shut my eyes and pray for sleep. Therefore, although sitting here listening to some new songs that I took from Michalie (thank you Michalie :) enjoy the ones you got! If you want more, come and we'll find you some!) and typing is very enjoyable and relaxing, actually, I must sign off and say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114824169658220570?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114824169658220570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114824169658220570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114824169658220570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114824169658220570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/417s-were-acting-funny-this-morning-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114799059683711568</id><published>2006-05-19T01:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T01:16:36.863+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Miguel... It's not working...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Today started out slow, but like all good things got better and better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I was very bored this morning and actually did the laundry which mommy asked me to do. And then later when she "suggested" that I sweep from the top floor all the way down to the kitchen, I did that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok, ok, I got it. In the dead of night, you and I grab some provisions, hijack one of those long boats, and row back to spain like there's no manyana... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, its NOT a pry bar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Sorry bout those... I dont know how those random lines keeping getting stuck in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Where's my Apple?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Mommy bought me &lt;em&gt;Grease&lt;/em&gt; today. That is a good movie! I watched it once and a half today. I also got a fawafel and went swimming. I had to go swimming all by my lonesome self, but it was nice. I got lots and lots of swimming done. And I even had a lane all to myself for fifteen minutes. So, You still like Harvey better than me? huh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Were you going to say worse? Ummmm, no... At least we're in a row boat! Right! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Whoa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have a piano lesson in the morning. And I need to study some more for my assorted last bagruyiot that are coming up. hmmm... tomorrow will do and sunday and monday and tuesday and... aiyeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;ITS LAND!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114799059683711568?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114799059683711568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114799059683711568' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114799059683711568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114799059683711568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/miguel.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114789981311818819</id><published>2006-05-17T23:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T00:03:33.136+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am sitting on my bed again, now with tears running down my face. No, I am not crying, I am laughing. My sister never fails to amuse me or give me something to worry about. Sisters! You gotta love them :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyways, Its late as you can see. Since I woke up this morning more on the early side, I think I will turn in for the night and dream of &lt;em&gt;Little Women&lt;/em&gt;, since I just finished watching it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Fill my trailer with water! Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114789981311818819?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114789981311818819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114789981311818819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114789981311818819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114789981311818819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-sitting-on-my-bed-again-now-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114788427018610681</id><published>2006-05-17T19:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T19:44:30.226+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have a very pleasent scene running through my mind. It involves the movie thats playing on my computer and a book that is sitting next to me on my bed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Right now, two people are walking down an empty street and they stop to watch the traffic light change from red to yellow to green. This is what is showing on the screen, not the scene that is running through my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I think I want some popcorn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114788427018610681?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114788427018610681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114788427018610681' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114788427018610681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114788427018610681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-have-very-pleasent-scene-running.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114786169679968136</id><published>2006-05-17T13:25:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T13:28:16.816+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This morning I went with my mother to the nursery to pick out big pots for her to plant in. So we found three really big planters and then I carried them all upstairs to the roof. The last one was the heaviest, but Ima and I split the job fifty fifty. I carried it to the car, she carried it into the house. She carried it to the middle floor and then I brought it to the roof. It was really heavy. It is going to be one of those gosh darn heavy pots that you cant move, onces its filled with soil and basil plants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114786169679968136?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114786169679968136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114786169679968136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114786169679968136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114786169679968136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-morning-i-went-with-my-mother-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114768076125636153</id><published>2006-05-15T11:10:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:12:41.276+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I love it when the weather is nice :) It always it a plus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know what to do today. I dont really even have a list. Well, I guess there are the things that can always be done. Like, clean up loris closet, rearrange my bookshelves, study for chemistry, help do stuff around the house. hmmm, I've got to think on this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114768076125636153?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114768076125636153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114768076125636153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114768076125636153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114768076125636153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-it-when-weather-is-nice-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114764146219107135</id><published>2006-05-15T00:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:17:42.216+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;At six thirty, we left Loris office and headed down Rechov Yafo. Somehow, Lori always finds the good clothes, and what a nice shirt it is! Great find Lors! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lori treated me to supper and got me Raviolis... They are yummy! And I ate my little tomatoes unlike Lori, who left them sitting in their bowl, forlorn and sad looking :( I'm sure they forgive you anyway. We also drank ice coffees and they were yummy too! But that meant that we werent in the mood for ice cream, so we walk to the park and lay down and looked at the stars and talked about silly people and stupidity (come to think of it, a lot of the stuff that we talked about started with "s". hmmmm) Finally my legs fell asleep so we decided to walk back to TM. Well, since the Old city was closer, we walked there. Hey, you can never go wrong with that choice! We davened ma'ariv at the kotel and then used up all of our spare change and this time... we didnt have to chase the old people! Yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Next, we walked up all the stairs and I decided that it was time for ice cream and ices. So we left the old city with pizza and throat coolers :) Did I name them well? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;We caught a bus and that got me to TM on time for the 416. Lori, you will never believe it! It was a low down bus that you feel like you are going to fall off of it... but the view is so much prettier than in middle of the day like that! It was a comfortable bus ride. My feet didnt fall asleep and there was tons of extra room. It was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Then I got home and am updating for the second time today, due to a request. Sorry it seems so blunt, but i've had a long day and it is late and I am usually candid anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Remember: Are you good for anything? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;That is a general question. No offence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114764146219107135?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114764146219107135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114764146219107135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114764146219107135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114764146219107135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/at-six-thirty-we-left-loris-office-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114762035453564032</id><published>2006-05-14T18:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T18:25:54.563+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;What to say? What to say? Well, I am currently sitting in Lori's office and typing because I am waiting for her to finish doing nothing, which is what her job at work entails today. We have another fifteen minutes to go and then we are going to have a fun story-filled evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;My toshbah bagrut went pretty well today! I looked at the first question and was like, hey! well this is easy! And so I answered them, like you are supposed to. It was all good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;My bus ride to school was funny at least. And it wasnt overly crowded and the bus didnt smell TOO bad. Why do people leave half filled yogurt containers stuck between the seats?! ew... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;74 year old womens feet... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Thats all folks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114762035453564032?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114762035453564032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114762035453564032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114762035453564032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114762035453564032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-to-say-what-to-say-well-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114744457382585408</id><published>2006-05-12T17:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T17:36:13.826+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It is friday afternoon and shabbat is going to be here soon. I just wanted to say hello, I'm alive, and it is very nice outside today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Shabbat Shalom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114744457382585408?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114744457382585408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114744457382585408' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114744457382585408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114744457382585408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/it-is-friday-afternoon-and-shabbat-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114735204601249403</id><published>2006-05-11T15:35:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:54:06.046+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I think today was my last day of classes. Notice how I only think that today was. I am pretty sure that it was, but you never know? or do you? Don't fret little people, I still have matkonot and bagruyoit and all that fun stuff and even some more random tanach classes, but I never have another day of organized high school classes. I feel old. Not really, but everyone has been saying it lately and so it came to mind and found its way onto the page. Is it weird that I feel no emotional attachment to my "last day of school"? Is this like, my childhood is gone forever and now I am expected to be an adult, because I doubt that is ever going to happen. I am not in the mood to grow up, so there. Ok, enough ot this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lori, if you happen to read this before I see you, I want you to know that tonights agenda was not my idea, so dont blame me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114735204601249403?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114735204601249403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114735204601249403' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114735204601249403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114735204601249403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-think-today-was-my-last-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114735091595390844</id><published>2006-05-11T15:32:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T15:35:16.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Brenda is busy informing me that she has a paper clip collection, which she counts while she is talking to people on AIM.Actually, she is AWAY from the computer while she's counting, but do we have to get into detail? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;She also likes to eat strawberries! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;(This information can be found in the &lt;em&gt;Book of Brenda&lt;/em&gt;. To find out more contact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114735091595390844?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114735091595390844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114735091595390844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114735091595390844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114735091595390844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/brenda-is-busy-informing-me-that-she.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114727923566940887</id><published>2006-05-10T19:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:40:35.686+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;The sunset is more than beautiful this evening. The sun is a a bright reddish-orangish color. Its kind of cool to watch it sink behind the mountains in the far off distance, or not as far as I once thought. That was quick, well, its gone and now I need to find something else to write about.&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride home brings back fond memories. It was a new 416 bus and not crowded at all! I sat by myself, Indian-style, listening to Kashmir Orchestra play "All My Love" and I was having a very nice time. In the background, Yael was laughing and Sara was sleeping and Talya was (as always) studying for some test or another. I admire the dedication of that girl. Keep up the good work, now that school is almost over! Officially classes end at the end of next week, which is good news, although I only have three "days" of classes left anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Funny story: It was 11:50 and I was done with school. I called Lori and reminded her that me, her, and Brenda were supposed to get together later. Like at 3:30. So I waited 45 minutes and then went to find Brenda (the wait was because class had started and there was no way to reach the silly girl.) When I went down to her classroom, Tamar asked me why I was there and I couldnt spot Brenda anywhere. Nor could I think really, because all of her classmates were saying hello and Michal was asking me about my pink pizza. Turns out, Brenda did not go to school today, so I called Lori, gave her the latest update, and we decided that I should go home, which I did. And then came the really nice bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;Lori! You didnt tell me about the ringing pancake. I guess it was payback for the computer, but I really didnt remember when I saw you the day before.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll go back to cleaning up my room now, so that we can make a new mess in it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;This is a vicious, never ending cycle.&lt;br /&gt;g'night mush &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114727923566940887?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114727923566940887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114727923566940887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114727923566940887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114727923566940887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/sunset-is-more-than-beautiful-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114719867139475995</id><published>2006-05-09T21:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T21:17:51.416+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I dont know what to write tonight. Tomorrow morning is going to be awful. Tomorrow night should be interesting. Today was strange and the book store is the most unhelpful place that I have been in for a long while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Sleep? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;poor alexander!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114719867139475995?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114719867139475995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114719867139475995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114719867139475995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114719867139475995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-what-to-write-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114710123068692469</id><published>2006-05-08T18:11:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:13:51.600+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Usually when I spend all day at home, I think to myself, "hmmmm, well today was boring and what other words can I use to describe it? not very many." Today the word gory takes precedence over boring.&lt;br /&gt;I hate cats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Good bye Urky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114710123068692469?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114710123068692469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114710123068692469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114710123068692469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114710123068692469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/usually-when-i-spend-all-day-at-home-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114703176967860778</id><published>2006-05-07T22:54:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:56:09.696+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you Michalie and Brenda! That was amazing! We should go more often! Don't you all just love to swim in a nice, big, clean pool?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114703176967860778?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114703176967860778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114703176967860778' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114703176967860778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114703176967860778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/thank-you-michalie-and-brenda-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114701863872216816</id><published>2006-05-07T19:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T19:17:18.736+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;That is the problem with sundays. I dont have very many classes. I have one the first hour and one the last and I am free to do whatever I want in between, hence, why I blogged.&lt;br /&gt;As for what a blog is for, well mine started out to be for myself. The title of my blog, from one birthday to the next, is in fact siginicant, not just pulled out of a hat at random. It was meant for me to write to myself and who ever was interested enough to read it. On my birthday, I plan on reread my blog, from start to finish and see how I have changed and if I have grown or learnt anything from my experiences this past year. To tell you the truth though, half way through the year I realized just how dangerous information is and so I stopped writing about my entire day and speaking the whole of my mind. When there are too many prying eyes and ears, it is safer to stick to writing in my old notebook. And after some other interesting encounters I stopped posting daily and I'm sure I missed a couple of weeks a few times. Recently I have started blogging frequently again, but I dont talk about anything to serious or deep.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone expresses their feelings in different ways. My sister for example, makes full use of her blog as an outlet for her emotions. Some other people pour their hearts out through their eyes. Others talk a lot and make their emotions flow throughout a room. Hey, some even make music. But I have not yet found a way in which I can express myself to my fullest without having everyone watch and become more depressed by the minute.&lt;br /&gt;I am not deppessed though. "There is always tomorrow," has been floating through my head recently. So I know that even if I dont do things to my satisfaction the first time round, well its not the end of the world, because however annoying it is, you can do most of them again.&lt;br /&gt;So having started my week with a wonderful, if strained mood, I hope to discover all the secrets that this week holds and make the most of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexander is content (for a little while)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114701863872216816?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114701863872216816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114701863872216816' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114701863872216816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114701863872216816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/that-is-problem-with-sundays.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114699643398940817</id><published>2006-05-07T12:51:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T13:07:14.003+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am in school. This is the first and probably the only time that I will blog from school. I was in the mood and these two strange things kept talking to me about messy hair, and got me in the mood to blog. I don't think that this is such a bad thing. Is it? I have a free now, don't worry, I am not cutting class. I have the strangest Sunday schedule. But funny things always happen, so I dont mind so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It took a really long time to get to school today. Rachelie and I decided to catch the 417 since we were running late. The first bus didnt come and neither did all the other buses that were supposed to come. Finally at a little after eight, a bus pulled up and let us on. I didnt know that we looked that intimidating. The bus wasnt crowded at all, so we got to sit as we waited in traffic. That is always a plus. But the traffic was, well, traffic. We got to Jerusalem in time to catch a bus that would get us to school only a few minutes late, but alas the 21 didnt cooperate as usual and so we were very late to first class. This wasnt such a big problem for me since we were just taking turns running in gym class. I have really resigned myself to being average. I hate this feeling. But what else can I do when my brain wont comply to my wishes? Oh well, I cant do anything about it now, so there is no point worrying about it. After sport, I was bored. I still am bored, and disappointed. But yeah, I think I am going to be bored all day. And to think that I have stuff to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am going to fail my chemistry bagrut. I failed everything else, so it only stands to reason. Wait, I remember passing english which was one of the stupidest things I have ever taken and no, I didnt really take it seriously. If I remember correctly, I wrote an essay about how marvelous Peter Pan is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I should go review for my ezrachut test that I am going to take soon. If I pass, well, then I pass... If I dont then, I guess I really am, yeah, hi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Deep thought for the day: Lets all decide what we want from life and work toward that goal. Yes things are going to stand in the way, but forget me. There are bigger things out there and I am in the mood to meet a funny person. Maybe from Australia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;But remember, they have bad days there too... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh Alexander! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114699643398940817?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114699643398940817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114699643398940817' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114699643398940817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114699643398940817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-in-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114695148365473188</id><published>2006-05-07T00:34:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:38:03.670+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Wow! Shabbat was really really nice! I am in a good mood :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I finished the book Raizi! and now I just need the other one back, and then I'll need to look for a new author. hehehe... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I am really not in a talkative mood. I think I'll be quiet now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This is me being quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;ok, fine... sleep time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114695148365473188?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114695148365473188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114695148365473188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114695148365473188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114695148365473188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-shabbat-was-really-really-nice-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114658625184525186</id><published>2006-05-02T18:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:10:51.876+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I had a sha'at efes this morning. So I got up and went. Lori came with me into Jerusalem and tohear all about her day, well... i'ms ure she'll post later, so stop wondering about her cause this post is about me... hahaha... just kidding lori! You are my favorite older sister :) But this is my blog and my post, so I wont concern myself with your affairs... how many are you having? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;O-K then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;My teacher didnt come, so I didnt have any classes today. The tekes was nice, but the choir this year wasnt so good. Last year they were amazing and I think the choir teacher is grasping at straws... They also dont have so many good voices. Just squeaky ones and israeli ones. Thankfully, they gave the solo to a girl who does have a normal nice singing voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It took two hours to get home. Sara and Yael crack me up! Did you get bus-sick from the ride Raizi? At home I found some food, helped make soup, did some other stuff and then went to the shul to help set up for the breakfast tomorrow. The room looks decent and the festival committee might just pull this off. My favorite line that I heard today: "I love drugs!" followed by "I had a massive headache..." dont worry, we are a safe community. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I got home and found Abba. He was sweeping the street. I asked him what he wanted for supper. He said he wasnt really hungry, but maybe we could make steak and ice tea... I offered him apple pie to go with it. Does he know that its ISRAELI independence day and not America? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Fawafel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114658625184525186?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114658625184525186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114658625184525186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114658625184525186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114658625184525186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-had-shaat-efes-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114647093384890834</id><published>2006-05-01T11:00:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:08:53.863+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Evil and Devilish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday my parents drove me to Bat Ayin. I think, if its a fun place like that then they actually like driving. Mommy commented how the road would be a pefect place to ski. There was only one point wrong with that statement though... ummmm, snow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;It is a really cool place and really pretty too. I just dont know why the girls cant take better care of their rooms. They all complain about the spiders, but they sort of invite them in by not cleaning up or even getting rid of the spiders when they spot one. I am not against spiders, if fact I share my room with some really cute ones, who live in the corners on my ceiling, but how do the girls not move the ones that spin webs next to their beds? When there is a spider web between your bed and your night table, wouldnt you move it? But besides for that, it is a really nice place and I think I could have lots of fun working there. Now I just have to meet the director in the next couple of weeks and we'll see what happens! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I have to leave for school soon because we are going to go picture crazy and take pictures for our yearbook. I hope we get the girls to co-operate and we do print the silly book in the end. I realized a few weeks ago, that I have been in that school for three years. That is a long time. And I guess I feel like I belong. Which is a good thing. But now its ending and we are all going to make our own way in the big scary world. hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;This week should continue to be interesting I think... Lets wait and find out! and maybe even keep you posted???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114647093384890834?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114647093384890834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114647093384890834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114647093384890834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114647093384890834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/05/evil-and-devilish-yesterday-my-parents.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114606438374754071</id><published>2006-04-26T18:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T18:13:03.780+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Yesterday was Yom HaSho'ah. I went to school. Therefore, I do not have to go to school tomorrow. In fact I am not going to school, until next tuesday. This makes me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I plan to be very busy from now til then. Listen! I get to relax and be bored until friday. Help my Eema clean and cook on Friday. Have a wonderful shabbat and talk to new-ish people. Sunday and Monday I get to check out a sherut leumi place. And then next tuesday its back to school for half a day and then no school til my matkonet on Friday. I sounds lovely to me. Now all I need to do is figure out what exactly I am going to be doing now, besides for studying that is.&lt;br /&gt;Avi and I were talking about Elephants earlier. I think I will go make a zoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114606438374754071?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114606438374754071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114606438374754071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114606438374754071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114606438374754071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/04/yesterday-was-yom-hashoah.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114529110375192949</id><published>2006-04-17T19:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:25:03.753+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Lonesome was how I would describe today. I was up early and then procceded to waste my day doing not much of anything, but sonata did sound REALLY good, which is awesome, because my bagrut is on Thursday. Shoot! Ah ha ha! I am not usually nervous, but this is really big. Shoot! Ah ha ha! Ok, i'll cool it for now. I am really bored. Yes, still. And the day is almost over. And I am still sick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;g'night mush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114529110375192949?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114529110375192949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114529110375192949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114529110375192949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114529110375192949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/04/lonesome-was-how-i-would-describe.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15260301.post-114529083493963265</id><published>2006-04-17T19:17:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T19:20:34.966+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Today is April 17th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Any objections? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;I hope not, because when tomorrow comes then I won't be able to disagree that its NOT in fact April 17th anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Tomorrow is April 18th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;And you thought you were so smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15260301-114529083493963265?l=myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/feeds/114529083493963265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15260301&amp;postID=114529083493963265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114529083493963265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15260301/posts/default/114529083493963265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myconradseyepatches.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-april-17th.html' title=''/><author><name>Sammy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02901980589750332353</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1233/1406/320/IMG_4276.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
