Wednesday, October 31, 2007

che che or hehe

Alta was introducing the letter "ches" to her students in hebrew school. She asked them if anyone knew what holiday was coming up that starts with the letter "ches".
They answer "CHALLOWEEN!"

They couldn't comprehend why hanukkah became chanukah and halloween doesn't become challoween.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Tzukrochen...

Being the Moishe Oofnick that I was today, I couldn't decide what I wanted at the fish store.
I tell Mr. Fish Guy that I woke up tzukrochen today, therefore can't think what I need.
He thinks me is like that because I didn't have a good nights sleep.

Confirms that I speak Hebrew.
Joke:
Baby wakes up every night.
Mom is tired.
"Dani, don't you ever hear the baby?! Does it ever cross your mind to maybe get up for him?"
"For sure I do", he says, "But,
Rabos machshovos b'lev ish, va-atzas Hashem - (sh') hee takum."

ho...ho...

Stam a mayse she-hoyo

"Kids are curious", he says.
"Yep", I say, "She just asked me why the leaves are falling".

Mr. Strange Stranger continues,
"The other day I was with some kids and they copy everything, I just wanted to freeze, so they don't imitate me....."

I say, "Just do good, and they will copy that".

He liked that.
We parted.
He calls after me from the corner,
"Define good!"

I turn around and smile.
Thumbs up.

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Tzedoko before davening..

Asking the Aibershter for stuff, that He should give us, is basically asking for handouts, Tzedoko.
(Do we deserve anything? I personally think ya.)
So t'is a good idea for us to give Tzedoko before davening too.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Brocha/Tefillah.

A BROCHA is Milmaalo l'mato.
The "stuff" (brochos) is up there, it just needs to be pushed down.
THAT a Tzaddik can give, for he is higher than the source of where the Brocha is, hence he can push it down to us.
Hence the Tzaddik says, "The Aibershter should bentch you...."
D'haynu, it's there - just someone higher can push it down.

The Rebbe said, that actually any yid can give brochos too.

The Brocha works. Ayy, you didn't get it, you didn't see it...
That is your problem, the brocha needs a Keili to contain it.
(Mion ho-ora: it's all a brocha, sometimes the brocha is not what we think it is, or what we think we need or want...., lifamim the brocha is NOT having... therefore I wish for being able to SEE the brocha, revealed brochas, please and thank you.)


TEFILLA is Milmato l'maalo.
Coming from down here, from us, lower to higher.
Kol echad yachol l'hitpalel.
And if we have a need, it is a biblical command to Daven.
For that is what Hashem wants.
Tefilla is asking Hashem to create that what we want.
Meaning, it is not there, but we are asking/begging that it should be His will.
Yehi Rotzon.....


to be continued... maybe...

Monday, October 22, 2007

Interesanta.....narishkeit...

I SAID STAM. DIDN'T I ?
By Emi Foulk

TOKYO (Reuters) - Self-cooling clothes may seem like the stuff of science fiction, but for one Japanese company they are not only good business but a way to help the environment.

Shirts and jackets made by Kuchou-fuku -- literally "air-conditioned clothes" -- keep the wearer comfortable even in sweltering heat while using one-50th of the energy of a small air conditioner, said Hiroshi Ichigaya, the company's

CEO.

"Until now, air-conditioning implied cooling the entire room. Now, we can cool just the body," Ichigaya said.

Two small fans sewn into the back of each garment and powered by a pocket-sized rechargeable battery pack circulate air across the wearer's skin, evaporating perspiration and keeping temperatures down -- a welcome respite from Japan's mid-summer humidity and record-breaking heat in recent days.

The self-cooling clothes come in 10 styles and a variety of colors, all priced at 11,000 yen ($96) and sold on the internet and at limited retailers.

The company has sold about 5,500 of the garments since they went on sale three years ago, mostly to factory workers.

But however cool the clothes, they seem unlikely to catch on any time soon. Because the fans puff out the garments with air, they give wearers a deceptively portly look.

"My daughter won't wear them because the shape is no good," Ichigaya admitted.

A La Park

Today at the park, yes i was the oldest one there, with my own child and speaking eingelish -
The Israeli was the loudest.
She wanted to know how old the armenian/russian kid was, when she was toilet trained.
Da Nanny, no pinimayish ma ze 'toilet trained'.
"You know, make peepee in da toilet..."
But somehow I felt a kinship towards her, you know from the same nation....

Sunday, October 21, 2007

40 something.....

Friend turned 40 -
Mazel Tov, nice age.
Ben arboyim l'bina -
it's official now.

Oh no, she says -
that is old -

Vos epes? I say,
It's a Status !!

Status ???
No way, old.

Oy vey, poor woman.

To me old is maybe -
80,
if you are not feeling well-
maybe.

To me 40 was special,
(such a long time ago, heheee)

It was a status.
T'was special.
Bought myself a real big expensive piece of jewelry.
I was all grown up.
And now i can eat as many doughnuts as i want....
hee haw.....

Friday, October 19, 2007

Dancing with Porcupines

Relationships with SUP's are like dancing with a porcupine.

The great Ice Hockey player Wayne Gretzky was quoted as saying, "I'm not the fastest, nor the strongest, but I know how to keep my eye on the puck."
The possibilities are the puck.
Keeping your eye on the possibilities is tricky when you are dancing with a porcupine. It takes a lot of sheer willpower to focus on the possibilities when you keep being stuck by the quills.
If you want relief beyond relief, you must learn to dance with the porcupines.

Davening. (Igerres Kodesh 24)

The Alter Rebbe condems those, who during Davening, engage in idle chatter.

Talking during Davening shows that we have no desire to behold the G-dliness that is revealed specifically during that time.

This insensitivity is described with a moshel from the Zohar.
How for years a king hides his majestic splendor behind locked doors; those of his subjects who have the saichel to value that splendor, eagerly wait for years on end until they are granted a glimpse of it; others are so narish and kinda chutzpadik that they show no interest.

The time of Davening is a precious time 'down here', echoing a favourable, auspicious time Above.
Above, the Alter Rebbe says, is a time of Mochin D'Gadlus, a time of sublime illumination in the upper worlds.
In order to receive the revelation which becomes possible at the time of Davening , that time needs to be used for meditation on the greatness of Hashem. But for this to work, the Davener still needs to make a window in his heart, so that the revelation that illuminates his mind during davening will radiate its warmth into his heart.

It is also a dishonor to the King, when we show Him that we do not care to delight ourselves in His glory and beauty , we care more to busy ourselves with our own needs, i.e. shmoozing (or thinking about other stuff).

So now when I Daven I try to think of the Aibershters vast treasures and how I need to stand before Him in awe, and concentrate on the Tefillos. And what chutzpa it would be for me to let the King of kings wait for me while I wander off......

Thankyou Sholom B. Wineberg

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

Dear Diary, (Freindship)

Wonderful news!

Do you remember a couple of weeks ago my friend threw a “Good-Bye Party” for

me?

Well, it wasn't actually a party,

it was more like one day her saying,

"Hey, DL, I think our friendship ain't a positive thing,

go find yourself another friend,

take a hike,

good-bye and good luck".

Well, she didn't really say, "take a hike"

But it felt like that.

I had enjoyed her friendship,

didn't want to lose her.

I was "down".

And very lonely.

And so I took a hike…

And on my hike trekking through sadness,

I found …Him!

I found my True Friend!

Actually, we were old acquaintances.

He knew me from beginning of time

And was always there for me.

I had never realized,

that He is my One and Only

BEST best Friend.

He is NEVER too busy for me.

I can call on Him day or night,

rain or shine.

When things are looking up, He is here to rejoice with me.

When life feels sad, dark or lonely,

He is the moon of my night.

He cries with me, laughs with me (mostly He laughs at me).

He makes me feel better.

He is my real Buddy!

I learned that He likes when I talk to Him.

He expects me to beg Him for things;

He appreciates my praises to Him.

I get “points” when I bless Him.

Extra points when I bless Him for the stuff that doesn’t seem right,.

Bonus points when I do anything for Him with joy.

He answers me in interesting ways.

Sometimes He doesn't even answer, or so it appears to me.

BUT -

I have a guarantee from Him.

And I trust Him.

He told me, that He has opened an account for me, something like a custodian account.

He keeps depositing rewards for me, and when the right time comes they will be mine.

I get rewards deposited, when I perform His will,

Especially when it clashes with my will.

Knowing that I have this account,

helps me to be kinder than necessary.

I know that my account is growing when I bite my lips rather than answer my insulter.

I know my account is expanding when I am patient, especially when I am cranky.I hope to reach that level of doing for Him out of love and awe and not for the rewards.

I look up, literally and figuratively, to my Benefactor when I'm feeling down and He reminds me to smile.

He understands me.

He likes me,

Unconditionally.

Even though it may seem like He gives me troubles, pain, punishment and I am suffering,

He told me He loves me and it is all really good. Especially good for me.

And I believe Him.

Like when my three year old asks me for another

lollipop and I do not allow, She pleads and argues.

I smile but

Still refuse, saying for her own good I will not give her another one.

She starts to cry.

Why can't she have it?

Because I love her too much.

In her eyes, I am mean and heartless.

The truth, I am kind.

I am saving her teeth and preventing a sugar overdose.

She cannot comprehend that.

She needs to learn to trust me.

I understand her confusion.

When He gave me a gift that didn't "look" too pretty, He said, it's just the

wrapping, inside you will see it's a treasure. She is our "special child".

(I think of my account when I take care of her).

Special things come from high sources, and in descent to the world may

manifest in the form of suffering.

He helped me become aware of His great love for me, a love that is expressed

by, "running me through the washing machine".

The more I'm put through the wringer, my account swells.

I look up and wink at Him.

(Are the stars, Him winking back?)

L'chayim to

my new found Friend,

my Companion,

my Healer,

my Buddy!

I call Him,

Ovi,

My Father.

We call Him,

Ovinu Malkeinu

Our Father, Our King.

Can you beat having such a friend??

Now, it's time for a real party, a Welcoming Party, This time I will hike through the mountains of life with joy.

Now when I am asked if I am alive because I am alive,

or am I alive because a truck didn't run me over, I can confidently answer,

"I am truly alive"

For I have acquired for myself a REAL Friend.

My Father, Our King.

I don't think "friend" will show up to my party.

But I know she will rejoice in my discovery.

Oh, dear Diary,

Life is good.

Over and out -

me-DL