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Door number three, please.: November 2012
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Saturday, November 17, 2012. You never forget your first time. We have 120 seconds here, from siren to impact. The first thing you think when you realize that this is really happening is. The kids, the kids, where are the kids. The first thing you do is start to scream their names. I ran outside screaming. And my husband took the stairs two at a time shouting. Seven people s...
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Door number three, please.: April 2012
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Sunday, April 15, 2012. I have no idea why I am not asleep. People knocked on our door before 9 am for various things; then I brought Marika to gan and then I had a couple of urgent phone calls to make and then. yeah. I'm still here. I could go back to sleep but now I'm sort of wired and besides the baby is going to wake up to nurse any minute now. Sure, why not. Needless to...
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Door number three, please.: May 2013
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Sunday, May 19, 2013. During the two years of my MS, I was in a disastrous relationship with a guy who was depressed, unstable, and not at all in love with me. Instead of recognizing this and getting as far away as possible, I devoted more and more time and energy to fixing him (why are we so dumb? It seemed so impossibly far away. Happy Musk Ox Day. Links to this post.
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Door number three, please.: April 2014
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Wednesday, April 16, 2014. Oh and by the way. It's a girl. Not nearly as grumpy as the picture would lead you to suggest, but since Blogger insists on rotating all my pictures and not letting me rotate them back, I had to pick one that looked OK sideways. All is well around here. Just busy. As usual. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile.
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Door number three, please.: October 2012
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Saturday, October 13, 2012. I don't really have time to blog (there's a surprise) but since this is also more or less my baby book:. Barak, Iyyar, and Marika all started walking at fourteen and a half months; Avtalyon started at ten and a half. Hmm Maybe it's time to get that baby gate on the stairs. You think? Other non-Mordechai-related things: Iyyar in general seems to be...
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Door number three, please.: Of pterodactyls and robots
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Saturday, October 26, 2013. Of pterodactyls and robots. So perhaps it's time. Then Barak and Iyyar will want chocolate. They'll come downstairs and say, 'Can we have chocolate too? And then you can take back your missiles.". And then, exactly as predicted, "She DID? Fifteen seconds later, Barak and Iyyar came downstairs. "Can we have chocolate too? I'm 39 years old and made ...
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Door number three, please.: Musk Ox Day
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Sunday, May 19, 2013. During the two years of my MS, I was in a disastrous relationship with a guy who was depressed, unstable, and not at all in love with me. Instead of recognizing this and getting as far away as possible, I devoted more and more time and energy to fixing him (why are we so dumb? It seemed so impossibly far away. Happy Musk Ox Day. When I was in grad schoo...
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Door number three, please.: July 2012
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Sunday, July 29, 2012. Giving birth at Hadassah Ein Kerem. Even though I think what happened to me is not the norm, it really could happen to anyone. So. For the record, and for anyone else who is planning on having a baby in Jerusalem soon, this is what happened. Because you might not get another chance for a long time. The L&D nurse piled my bags and paperwork on the bed a...
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Door number three, please.: December 2012
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Monday, December 31, 2012. Guns and Israel: Why what you think is probably wrong. Well, no. School massacres like the ones in Newtown haven't happened here, because mentally unstable teenage boys here don't have access to guns, and the Arab terrorists who would very happily shoot up a classroom full of children aren't given the chance to do so. If you apply for a gun permit,...
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Door number three, please.: June 2012
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Door number three, please. What happens when you tell the man upstairs that you'll take the mystery prize behind door number three. Saturday, June 30, 2012. It was a challenge. I did have help: the amazing Kory did my Ikea shopping for me and showed up with a van packed to the gills with all the stuff she'd taken care of for the last two years (like my wheel! All is well. Just tiring. Don't give up on me; I'm still here, just otherwise engaged. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I'm 39 years...