Camels, Climbing and Crashing :)

3:00 AM.

I was freshly showered, curling up in bed, lights out, dreaming softly.

6:30 AM.

I was jerked awake by the sound of my Madricha’s voice, blasting over the loudspeaker.

“Attention girls! The bus is leaving at 7:00! Get up, get dressed, and get downstairs!”

I groaned, rolled over, counted on my fingers from 3 until 6, added the half hour, and nearly cried. I did whatever I could to avoid coming out of bed, but finally realized that if I wanted to catch our bus, I had better get a move on. Jumping off of my bunk bed in an impossibility if I like my legs the way they are, so I did the usual ladder climb; holding on for dear life, my bare feet gripping the cold, irregularly shaped metal rungs, I landed with a thump on the stone floor of my room that resembles an ice-skating rink. I skidded to a halt in front of my flip-flops, struggled into them and slumped off to the bathroom.

7:10 AM

After frantic packing (throwing sunscreen, sunglasses, hand sanitizer, chap-stick and some water into my backpack, along with my camera, cell phone and possibly some other useless junk) I ran to the bus. Funny enough, I was going with my friend, and we stepped out of our building into the cold Israel air, made an immediate right and walked half a block to where our tour bus usually waits, but lo and behold, it wasn’t there. In confusion, we turned and headed back to our building only to discover the bus was- get this- parked right outside all along; we hadn’t even looked to the left. Oh, the things we do on three and a half hours of sleep.


Skipping time. I slept for a while on the bus, we got to a random spot, davened and ate some strawberry yogurt, chocolate pudding, and a baguette. I usually get nauseous on the bus after eating, so I just had a yogurt, saved some food for later, and went back to sleep.

I woke up to a bunch of white plateau-looking mountains. This is the usual scenery in the Dead Sea area- all around the Ein Gedi area, and since this was our third time travelling to the Dead Sea, I wasn’t too impressed. We climbed some sort of stairs-hike, took a thousand pictures, and got back on the buses.

I slept again, as this is obviously my favorite pastime (and I’m generally sleep-deprived) and then we arrived at the camel riding…place.

It was a little after 12:00 PM, possibly 1:00.

We all used the bathroom, and waited around as the Bedouins loaded us up on the camels. My friend and I were partners, as there are two to a camel, but there were no camels left for us, so we had to wait while they went and woke one up.

Our camel was led into the corral roaring and rearing, yawning, chomping and making a terrifying racket. He refused to kneel so that we could mount him, and it took two Bedouins (one with a stick) and a stable hand to get him to cooperate.

We discovered later that he was “ah-yeif” which means tired in Hebrew, but at the time we thought he was INSANE. Everyone was freaking out, but the rule is, if someone screams while on the camels, they get taken off, no questions asked.

So my friend and I held our breaths, and together, we mounted the camel. Camels rise in a three-step process, which I can’t even describe because it is so confusing, but YouTube probably has a delightful movie, so head there to figure it out.

Our camel rose slowly, but jerkily, and I was sitting in the front, holding on for dear life. My friend and I were part laughing and  part crying as our camel was attached by string to the last one in line. Our camel had his face in the girl in front of us’s camel, and she was petrified that he would bite her, but he didn’t, which shocked me. A Bedouin took the lead rope and all the camels began to  clomp around a lame, smooth trail that took about 30 minutes. I am so happy the school payed for this experience, because I would beat myself up if I dished out money for camel riding.

I basically sat for thirty long, painful minutes, getting bumped around and commenting on our ridiculous looking animal. We named him MAD, for Mangy Anorexic Dragon. He looked beat up, skeletal skinny, dirty, and deranged. The Dragon bit came from the insane sounds he made.

I’m getting dizzy just thinking about the dismounting part, and I must conclude with the fact that I like horse-back riding a LOT better. (And I don’t even LIKE horse-back riding.)

After our non-exciting and painful camel tour, we loaded up onto the bus again, where I…how did you guess? Slept!

We ate lunch somewhere, then loaded up again (I think I only snoozed this time.)

Then we went to some place that has awesome colorful rocks which can be smashed into fine sand, so we filled up vials of different colored sand, working mindlessly for who knows how long. We davened Mincha there as well.

Back on the bus (you got it, slept again! I probably got a full 8 hour nap in 🙂 ) we drove to the Dead Sea, pulled out our food, and had an awesome BBQ of chicken, hot-dogs and great food. We heard close to 30 army planes flying overhead, insanely low and extremely loud, positively petrifying, to be precise. But there’s an army base nearby  so I was reassured with that information.

After dinner, we went back to sem. You’re going to laugh, but I slept on the way home, too. I then planned out my weekend with my friend, which was futile because no one can have us for Shabbos (waiting to hear back from my uncle in PT) and our biking in Binyomina plans got cancelled.

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but I do know that today rocked, literally, ha ha, and I am looking forward to the rest of my vacation!

Keep UNraveling!


Update ‘Till The End

My internet crashes sporadically, so it’s been a real pain getting on here to blog. For those of you who have been waiting with bated breath for more updates on my exciting life, give up on the oxygen, cuz there was no excitement….

But one day, all that changed….

Basically, there’s about six hundred things going on right now…or over the remaining days of summer. One is a secret and must remain that way for eternity, at least until next week  🙂

The next is community college, something I’ve been wanting to apply to since ninth grade. Seeing as I’m entering my senior year, well, it’s about time I get my act together, don’t you think?

Meeting about financial aid tomorrow morning!

Next coming up on the list, well, I accepted a babysitting job for an hour every morning for the next three weeks.

You would not believe the difference it’s made in my life; being up by eight or nine means I work out, shower, daven and eat, then go to work. I’m home by twelve and have nothign to do…fancy that, I’ve actually eaten breakfast before noon!

Yeah, it’s awesome, but I still haven’t gone to bed early so I’m ZONKED! Gonna hit the sack in a minute, actually!

Oh, my friends ended overnight camp, not that they texted me or anything but still…

My brother’s bar mitzvah is the weekend of the 13th of August, and tons of relatives should be making the long trip in to the big ol’ boring D.

My dress needs to pass inspection one more time, or it’s off to the mall tomorrow for the millionth time this month for a new one.

(Nothing to do all day? Shop. Duh.)

After the bar mitzvah, I’ll be headed to Colorado, where I plan on working at a resort for the same people I’m babysitting for. It’s a week long and my biffle is going so it should be awesome!

Next is same friend’s brothers wedding, then everyone I know and love is leaving to Israel just to spite me (and possibly to study abroad) and I will be left alone, despondant, depressed, and stuck with a buttload of college classes.

More’s the pity.

Stay tuned!

Keep UNraveling!

Shopping, Partying and Rambling The RIGHT Way

Ok, I am decidedly sick of this. Indeed. (That has been my word of the day, unfortunately for my friends…)

Every blog post from the past month has been either about beauty or summer plans.

Well, I’m beautiful, indeed, and I am staying home this summer, working the random odd jobs. I already got an overnight babysitting offer, which better pay off; literally!

Now, let me write about OTHER things.

Like the fact that I have 3,999 hits on my blog, and that annoys me to no end. I want one more hit. Someone?


I went shopping today over 150 bucks spent on clothing; now I just need my mom to pay me back…I’m loving summer!

Today was a beautiful example of a wonderful summer’s day.

I woke up really really late, around noon, in my friends brothers bed. My friends and I gave my sister a huge slumber party for her 18th birthday, and we had it at my friend’s house. 

Happy Birthday Shaftora

Which explains the bed thing in case you were, ah, wondering. Not like her brother was there or anything. Just saying. 😛

Oh, yeah, the party was awesome. We spent all last week planning, and then on Friday, just to throw my sister off, I gave her a fakeout.

“Be ready on Sunday at 1:30” I said mysteriously, and she broke into a huge grin.

“My birthday?”

“You’ll see…”

“Aw, c’mon, what are we gonna do? Tell me!” She begged.

“We’re not doing anything” I replied honestly. She didn’t believe me, of course, but I didn’t care, because the fakeout worked.

After Shabbos, my friend called me up and “invited” us to go out to a mysterious place.

What followed was the largest amount of little white lies I have ever said in so little time.

My sister kept asking if this Saturday night outing had anything to do with her or her party, and I had to deflate her ego by yelling,

“Not everything revolves around you! Gosh!”

Only it did.

We went out for pizza, broke the surprise with Shloime Gertner’s Happy Birthday song, and went to my friend’s house, where we partied until 5:30 in the A.M.

I begged G-d to forgive me for all my little white lies, which were really for a good cause; ensuring that my sister was pleasantly surprised.

The party was WAY awesome. We ate, drank, played Quelf, the CRAZIEST game EVER, did makeovers, took pictures, and generally had a crazy good  time.

It was a bittersweet event for all of us because this is the last official birthday party before they all go to study in Israel, leaving me forsaken and alone here in the USA in all my Senior year glory…

But anyways, back to the beautiful day today…too bad I was too tired to enjoy most of it.

My sister got her license recently, but I still drove her, my brother and my friend to Kohl’s, Old Navy and Target, where I scored HUGELY.

Not in Kohl’s, actually. They had nothing normal there. Gosh I hate that store.

“Housewares. Call on. Line One.”

“Kohl’s. Expect Great Things. The More You Know, The More You Kohl’s”

“The More You Kohl’s, The More You CRAZY!”


But Old Navy had cute stuff even though I normally don’t find ANYTHING there. I got the cutest pair of shades.

After all the shopping, I was so tired that I made my sister drive home.

Speaking of driving, my dad is taking my brother up to camp in New York this Tuesday, along with my other brother, two other guys, and two random men. Don’t ask.

 But I need to come with them to the airport so they can pick up their rental car. I’m going to have to drive our van home from the airport myself.

Not a big deal, I don’t mind highway, I just need a GPS, you know?

But it should be interesting…

Thursday at the lake didn’t work out due to LOUSY weather, so we’re trying for Tuesday instead.

I need to go swimming at the local J tomorrow, and I need to pay an overdue visit to the chiropractor. My foot is KILLING from wearing my sisters Espadrilles on Shabbos, and from all the walking today.

I have it propped up on my desk right now, wrapped in ice an a bandage. I think it turned into an ice-cube.

Ice coffee, Ice Feet, coming up. Want fries with that?

Speaking of nothing, my new phone came! It’s the LG Neon and it makes me cry. It doesn’t have touch screen, but there are other good features that are causing me to consider keeping it.

This is my sixth phone.

I already texted Cha Cha on it.


Keep UNraveling!

The Ramble 20

Eventually, I get so hot I pull off my shirt and change into pajamas. The tank top makes life a little easier.

I sigh, and click on the screen. My science video resumes. I find myself gazing at everything but the actual thing I should be looking at.

What is wrong with me tonight? Why can’t I focus?

That thought is bumped out of the way for yet another one,  proving my lack of focus.

What in the world am I doing this summer?

Sure, my second month, August, is all planned out. My brother’s bar mitzvah is on the 13th, with a lot of my East Coast relatives coming in. My friend’s brothers wedding is in Connecticut, on August 31, and I plan on attending it.

Sometime in the middle of all of that, there are at least two other weddings I want to crash, and a wonderful family vacation to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan that makes me lose focus again.

White sand, blue water. What could be better?  

Flagler Beach

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Of course, I catch myself, there’s always the nine-kids-squashed-into-one-house factor. That itself is enough to bump me back to the present; my science video, ending, at last.



But summer?


I know I sound worried, but I’m not, not really.

I am excited, quite honestly.

I received a mother’s helper job offer in Monsey, NY, for the next week or two, but it didn’t fall through. I also applied as a lifeguard to an awesome overnight camp, but they are no longer hiring.

Instead, I will drive around, shop for a dress for the brother’s bar mitzvah, possibly make a backyard camp…

I sigh, and run my hands through my hair. I need to shower, but my head hurts and I just want to push it off until morning. Of course, then I will be mad at myself, because I will have to get out of bed earlier, seeing as I have a babysitting job at 9. So I might as well get it over with.

All of my friends want the school year to be over with. Maybe I’ll continue studying through the summer. That sounds like a smart plan, considering the fact that I plan on starting community college this fall.

Speaking of which, I have to work on that.

Another thing to do this summer.

Buy ice cream, go to the beach, party hard, read the whole library, fill up my sketchbook with drawings….

Oh, summer! I don’t mind staying in town at all.

Not even if it’s hot enough for me to have to constantly pull my shirt off!

Keep UNraveling!

And from Baltimore, Home :)

I know that most of  you are probably not too interested in the remainder of my travels, so I’ll just bore you to death with the details anyways. Call me mean, it’s my middle name.

After the Isreali Embassy on Thursday, I went to my friend’s house in Baltimore, went to her brothers baseball game, saw all her siblings and then went to sleep.

Friday was reasonably uneventful, calling my friends, helping out and generally bumming around.

Shabbos was really really nice. Friday night, my friend and I stayed up until 5 a.m. talking, which was great, and naturally, this event takes credit for the crazy large garbage bags suspended from my eyeballs. In case you were wondering.

Shabbos day, two nice couples ate at my friends house, and she and I hung out some more, took long walks, and went to a Homeschoolers shalosh seudos.

On Sunday (yeah, it’s going fast here for your sake, I took pity on you) we had to get up early for the Homeschool Conference. I don’t think I was up before 11 a.m.

But once I woke up I got to the Baltimore JCC as quickly as I could, to meet up with my anxious friends. Of course, not much was happening, seeing as the conference was for adults, except for the part where we spoke, so the four of us spent two hours in the women’s room beautifying ourselves.

My Detroit friend had joined my Baltimore friend, her sister and me for this momentous occasion, where we would speak on a Teen Panel.

I was totally nervous at first, but all in all, it went pretty well.

We sat at a table in front of around 20 people, and we answered commonly asked questions about homeschooling. The videos of us are painful for me to watch; I never knew I move my hands around that much when I talk.

But like I said, overall it was OK, and it sure felt good to collapse after that.

I have a feeling we went to another one of my friend’s brothers baseball games, but I can’t be too sure.

Monday came upon us way too quickly…ahh, Monday. After starting my day late as usual, I came downstairs and discovered preparations for a five year old boys birthday party well under way.

I did whatever I could to help out, and I must say that my friend outdid herself in the planning department.

The party was a smashing success and the cake was simply AMAZING. I am severly considering making a Photo Gallery so you can see what I meant.

My friend made the cake; in fact, she planned and prepared the entire party. You ROCK!

Well, after that exhausting day, my friend’s 14 year old sister informed me that their family loves me to pieces and they would rather I didn’t leave the next day, Tuesday, to Brooklyn, NY, as originally planned.

In a spurt of spontanuity most unbecoming of my ESFP nature-yeah right- I decided to stay. I quickly called my NY friend to cancel on her, and I called my mom’s old high school friend who had ever so sweetly offered to take me to the bus stop.

I stayed.

Unfortunately, my friend left to Israel that day, so I didn’t get to enjoy her company, although the rest of her adorable siblings ALMOST made up for it.

Tuesday we all drove to the airport in Virginia to see her off, and I never felt so numb when leaving that place. It was so weird to say goodbye to her but still be with her family.

On the way home, we drove through nearly four hours of traffic, stopping for water three times due to a massive heat wave. Naturally, their A/C had broken, which left us all creating little lakes and puddles of our own.

Yeah, I’m so rich, I own a lake. Of sweat, I mean. Ha ha. It sure wasn’t funny at the time.

BUT Baruch Hashem we made it to the 12 year old boy’s baseball game only a little late, and once again, I watched Little League baseball. I rawther developed a liking for it…either that, or the chocolate chip cookies that their grandmother gave us.


Wednesday came like a dream, because we went ice skating IN THE SUMMER! Don’t worry, it was indoors.

I learned how to almost-backskate, and I perfected my crossovers, but not the backwards ones.

I had a really great time with all the siblings, just living with them all. I miss them like crazy. And the 14 year old girl, my new friend, is so nice and sweet and amazing and always there for me…love that girl!

Anyways, Thursday was nice weather…a bike ride, some slurpees, a little league world series baseball game, and lots of packing. More slurpees, I stayed up until 2 a.m. or was it 3?

And then it was off the the Monsey Bus stop, where I realized, too late, that I had forgotten my iPod behind. Bummer.

I bussed to Boro Park, NY, stayed in Amnons Pizza for an hour trying to look inconspicous with a massive suitcase in one hand and a slice in the other, and then I took a bus to Monsey, NY.

I stayed at my grandparents. That was quite an interesting weekend; my mom had flown in thursday night from Detroit to be with me, and she and my 17 year old aunt had gotten in a fender bender that day. Thank G-d they were both OK.

Also, a different one of my aunts had given birth to a baby boy a couple of days earlier-on her kitchen floor. Don’t ask.

Anyways, like I said, interesting weekend.

My grat-grandparents are living with my grandparent,s so I got to talk to them and spend time with them, which was super nice.

They are adorable together.

Gosh this is getting long.

OK, super quick.

Motzei Shabbos I stole half of my aunts closet which only turned out to be like three things, went to the Purple Pear where we spent $16 on a delicious toothpick, and went to bed too late.

Sunday Morning. Dum Dum Dum DUM.

The Kaplun Foundation Luncheon in Battery Park, Manhattan.

We took a cab.

We got there late, but it made no difference.

It was quaint.

Good food, hoity-toity waitors (who do you think you are, you’re barely scraping the minimum wage bin, ya ****) who were actually quite nice, and interesting people who were my competition.

Boring speeches. Actually, some of them were decent.

Whatever, point is, I didn’t win.

They announced the six finalists from each age group, younger first, and then an hour later, the older.

The last name they said would be the Grand Prize Winner, and guess who’s name they called SECOND to last? Mine.

So I was getting more nervous by the moment, because they were calling everyone’s name except for mine and someone else’s, but then they called mine, and THEN they called hers. Interesting how the ORDER of calling someones name determines their fate…

But I wasn’t upset at all becasue I hadn’t counted on winning.

Still, I like the points I made in my essay better than hers; she wrote a research paper that was politically correct, and it wasn’t personal at all.


I walked with my mom and aunt and uncle, who had both so graciously joined us at the luncheon, to the subway.

We walked a bunch of blocks and then I was back in their apartment, the same one I stayed in last year.

K I really have to wrap this up, so I spent the night their; they are SO nice about everything, and I couldn’t htank them enough.

Then my mom and I cabbed to the airport, where I met someone I had know back in third grade, and I sat next to her on the plane home.

I got home at 1 in the afternoon, hit the sack, and didn’t open my bleary eyes until six.

and I’m still tired and sore from all that traveling, so I’m gonna put my head down for the night.

Thanks for reading.

PS looking forward to submitting interesting content REALLY soon!

Keep UNraveling!


From the Big D to Baltimore…

Hey, here I am again. I should not be blogging now, I should be helping my Baltimore friend prepare for her brother’s party but….so here I am.

Wanted to tell you all some quick stuff about my trip:

I left Wednesday night to the Greyhound station. Although we had arrived at the stop at around seven-thirty, we didn’t board until 8:30, and our bus left at around 9:00, as scheduled.

Don’t ever take Greyhound. Ever. Everyone there is on drugs, smokes, and drinks too often to be safe. My friend and I boarded the lousiest looking vehicle I have ever had the misfortune to occupy.

Wanna see a big fat lie? Just look at the ads they have in every bus station for their amazing buses. “Wi-fi, Leg room and Outlets” they claim.

My foot. Ouch. Seriously, no pun intended, but there were none of the above  mentioned, ah, luxuries. (Foot room? Is that a LUXURY? Apparently 😦 )

Anyways. On our bus we met a very nice young lady by the name of Daina, who proceeded to tell us her entire life story. Then we fell asleep, while I tried not to listen to Daina and a man discuss the best ways to do drugs…”Let’s get high on a Sharpie…” ha ha.

We got to Cleveland, Ohio, where all the passengers were led off of the bus for an hour and a half layover. They needed to service the bus, not that it made things better.

During the hour and a half stay, my friend and I talked to some druggie from L.A. who started up a conversation with us about potential energy, evolution, and other fascinating topics.

We were slightly intrigued, and then a nice young Chinese man came over to us and asked for a piece of paper, with which my friend provided him . Twenty minutes later, he came over to us with an Origami bird made out of said paper, which he proceeded to give to my friend. It was quite sweet.

Time passed; I drew a lot in the new sketchbook I had purchased for the purpose of the trip. We finally re-boarded and slept from 2:30 until around 4:30, where we arrived in Pittsburgh.

We only had a twenty minute layover, but we had a severe Snapple incident in that short amount of time. After using the restrooms and eating, I tried to purchase a Snapple for $1 only to discover it actually cost $2. That was due to the fact that a sign posted on the vending machine said, “1.00 bills only accepted here”. Due to my over-tiredness, I only saw the “1.00” part. No joke.

Having only one dollar bill, I then exchanged a coin for a bill with some guy and purchased a Diet Peach Tea. As it was coming out, I noticed a regular Peach Tea and sold the Diet to the same guy who exchanged money with me. When I used the new money to buy the regular Snapple, I discovered that it was actually a Diet…

Like I may have mentioned, great trip.

Then my friend and I got into line at Gate 6 headed to Baltimore, instead of Gate 4, where our driver had instructed us to go.

Gate 6 was for new boarders, and there was no more room on the bus. We would have to wait until 9:00 a.m. for the next bus, because apparently, if you purchase a ticket on Greyhound, you are guaranteed a seat but not necessarily on the bus you want.

I yelled a little bit, threatened to sue, and told the man that we still had our luggage on the bus.

“You should have been at Gate 4, that’s for re-boarders” he said MEANLY.

“Well, someone (stupid) told us to get in line here” I argued back. (Some girl from our bus had mistakenly told us that).

“Wait for the driver” He said, shrugging and walking away.

I was raving mad and seeing red when the driver finally came, looked at our tickets and gestured silently for us to get on the bus.

Anti-climatic, right? And then we got on the bus, went to the back where there are three seats and where we had been sitting previously, and there was the guy who had bought my Snapple.

So it was kind of crowded and I wasn’t able to sleep, sitting next to him and all, so yeah, the next five hours where rather interesting.

Anyways, Baruch Hashem we arrived safely in Baltimore, where the hot summer heat nearly melted me, and I went with my friend and her family to the Israeli Embassy.

I spent the rest of the day alternating between severe tiredness-I’d had a total of three hours of sleep, remember?- and dehydration.

We stopped in a restaurant for some food, and then went to the library for a little bit….

And then we went to my friends house, where I saw her awesome siblings, ate supper, and went to bed by 10:30.

Keep UNraveling!

The Ramble 19

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t think I have rambled in an unravelmythoughts style since…February?!


Did you guys miss it? I don’t really care if you did, because I did!

There’s a LOT going on in my life. Thank goodness, becuase I don’t think I would wish to face the alternative.

I’ll start with Sunday, which is a good place to start. Bear with me regarding the images, because I just discovered them and I find them to be quite amusing. Anyways.

1995 Nissan Altima

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I drove with my sister and two friends in Alfredo, my dad’s car.  ( This is exactly what Alfredo looks like, you can even google 1995 Nissan Altima Gold if you don’t believe me!)

We were headed to numerous destinations, in honor of Friend #1’s birthday.

However, a vehicle malfunction squashed all of our well thought out plans. We had given ourselves a Plan A, a Plan B for rain, and had even allowed extra time in between activities, “just in case”.  Very organized, we are.

But we didn’t plan to be stuck in a busy intersection, watching the rain pound the pavement to the accompanying sound of angry cars.

You see, I had been cruising along at a nice, steady speed, winshield wipers a-slashin’, when all of a sudden there was a noise.

A flat tire on a Mercury Villager van.

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I thought it to be a flat tire, but upon investigating, the rubber proved to be quite hard, and dangerous, especially towards the first two toes of my right foot.

So we called my father who called Triple-A, and we waited. The cars behind us didn’t seem to understand what Emergency Blinkers are, even though the name should really speak for itself.

Every time I would hear a honk, I would roll my window down and yell, ” I have a flat!” (Even though I had nothing of the sort.)

Unfortunatly for me, the driver would gesture angrily that the person behind them had honked, and I was yelling at the wrong person. This happened three times, and on all accounts, the driver I was yelling at was a little old lady. Go figure.

The Triple-A man finally arrived, and after much, ahh, discussion, we allowed ourselves to be escorted into the cab of his truck, in which we took up twice the space recommended and proceeded to accidentally sit on his sunglasses, amongst other things. In other words, there were four of us, and only room for two.

“Young lady, you are, uh, sitting on the clutch…”

Alfredo (the car, remember?) rode behind us, and we all made a glorious Kiddush Hashem, telling the man wonderful things about our religioun.

“You mean I’m driving four Jewish women home? WOW!”

“You guys are like, people of the book, no? Like, no TV and stuff? Are you pulling my leg? MAN! That’s CRAZY”

And so on. He told us that he had been shot three times, stabbed twice, and the victim of three heart attacks.

“I survived all of that, and I’m still healthy as a horse. So yeah, I believe in G-d” he concluded.

We tipped him; it’s not every day that someone will take the risk of getting arrested for having four Jewish women in his cab.

Then we took my friend out to eat in my other friend’s van and I got to drive home, which was quite amusing.

Monday was a work day; 10-5. Good pay. Not much else. 😛

I’m kidding, it went quite well, considering the job descripition. (Babysit five kids under the age of three; two different families…)

Today was…crazy. Lots of bathroom related accidents and such…I refuse to elaborate.

Here’s my travel plans, in case I forgot to update you.

BoltBus #0800 in New York City on the West Sid...

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G-d willing, I will be leaving for Baltimore on Wednesday evening, the 25th of May. THat’s next week. I will be traveling by Greyhound bus with my friend, and we will be arriving at around 10:00 a.m. on Thursday.

I will spend the weekend at my friend in Baltimore, shying away from Maverick the cat and otherwise enjoying myself.

On Sunday the 29th, I will attend the Homeschool Conference, and possibly be on the teen panel. I will leave for New York City on either Monday or Tuesday, and I will stay at my uncle’s.

Night view of Manhattan, captured from the Man...

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I will see my friends on Thursday the 2nd, and then go into Monsey, NY with my mother, who is flying in on that day. I will spend shabbos either in Manhattan or Passaic, and on Sunday, June 5th, I will be attending the luncheon in Manhattan.

I will be flying home Monday morning, June 6th.

All travel dates and destinations are subject to without notice at a moments notice.

Sheesh. felt good to get that all on paper….

Anyways, I just zoomed around the internet researching products I need to buy and buying some of them. I severely need to pack for this trip. My shoulders are so stiff. I think I will go read a great book now. It’s actually not that good, but I guess I’ll read it anyways.  This doesn’t really fall under the category of a ramble, but it will have to suffice.

Keep UNraveling!

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