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 Posted By Henny Snow (26-Apr-06)
Mazel tov Ahuva and Chaim.... Just got your invite... wish it was here int he Holy Land!... Wishing you both Mazel and bracha ALWAYS! Love your cuz, Henny ps. where can i see pictures???
 Posted By Racheli Singer (22-Mar-06)
dear AHUVA OMG mazel tov, u were seriously just my counsler this is so weird (well not just but wtvr u know wat i mean). im thinking about the fun times are bunk had with u!!! and u watching us a million times at basket ball this summer......... OMG OMG OMG mazel tov!!! LUV YA Racheli
 Posted By Simi Feigen (03-Mar-06)
Mazel Tov Ahuva!!! I am so so so happy for you. It's so strange that you are a kalah now because I remember you as my consulor in camp. I didn't talk to you since the summer. MAZEL TOV from L.A. and we are all really excited for you. love, chava feigen
 Posted By Isaac Zedner (27-Feb-06)
Mazal Tov!!!! I Hope you live a long and happy life together. I hope you have many children, and be zoche to a boy who will grow to be a talmid chocham.
 Posted By miri shain (06-Feb-06)
chaim and ahuva, i want to tell u a story that im SURE u've never heard before... here goes... Joseph the blue-eared rat sat in a corner of one of the many alleyways of Manhattan, deep in thought. He was deeply concerned about the upcoming elections. Though both candidates were quite experienced in their fields, there was still much to be desired from them. Four long days ago Joseph had heard from his prime source, Manuel the hedgehog, about the abrupt decision of the humans to call an early election. Joseph’s fears were confirmed with one quick glance at the morning paper. Because of the low price of cheese in Italy, combined with recent hikes in temperatures, President Fredrick VanEpps had made the choice to call for elections. As a result of this announcement, riots had broken out all across the country. The reason for this uproar was quite simple, yet incredibly complicated in a subtle way. Cheese was now the main material used in house construction, and with the soaring climates now common in America, the country was turning into a melted pool of rotting mozzarella. The President, whose own residence was now indistinguishable from a poorly prepared pie of pizza, had felt that if he did not take immediate steps to strengthen his government’s hold on the nation, the country would soon smell so repulsive that people would literally start dropping dead from the odor. He knew what had to be done but his minority government did not have enough seats needed to pass the bill to put a stop to cheese importing. There were too many cheesaholics that would appose the bill. So, left without options, VanEpps was now heading a campaign to reinstate his leadership, this time as a majority. His opponent was a clever yet overconfident man. Charles Stutwell had been leading the opposition for as many years as VanEpps was in office. His motto was, “Three elephants can crush a car, but it takes only two wallabies to write a play.” This motto encompassed his entire campaign, and many argued that this was perhaps the reason that he was not voted into office the first time around. Others claimed it was the issue that humans wanted a human leader and the fact that Stutwell was a black-chinned humming bird had kept him from being voted in. Whatever the reason was, things seemed to be changing. In a recent study, it was discovered that many Americans were planning to vote for Stutwell. This is what worried Joseph the blue-eared rat so thoroughly. If Stutwell were to be elected, he would surely implement his dream as soon as possible. And, stemming from the fact that no one actually understood what his motto meant on any level, the result could mean anything from the immediate expulsion of all rats from New York City, to the construction of the world’s largest beach ball. Even if President VanEpps was re-elected, there was still the issue of all rats going hungry from the lack of cheese. Joseph was now left with very few options. He thought briefly of the many lessons his pottery teacher had imparted to him during his many classes and realized that a perfectly crafted vase would not solve the problem. Then, suddenly, in a stroke of brilliant revelation, it came to him. All he would need was a large box of South-Asian owl feathers and a bottle of all-purpose engine lubricant. He immediately ran to the nearest taxidermy shop and purchased the feathers. The engine lubricant, however, would prove more difficult to acquire because of the length of the Mastujiba River in Eastern Japan. Joseph strained his mind for a way to overcome the obstacle. If only there were a way to soften steel without the use of four carpenter ants. If there could just be a simpler way of knitting a quilt of fine rabbit hair without imploring the use of a nine-legged rhinoceros. Now that he had come to grips with the obvious fact that he could in no way secure the purchase a bottle engine lubricant, he gave up all hope of having any influence on either President VanEpps or Charles Stutwell. He therefore decided to do what every kind and decent rat would do and volunteer for The Rambunctious Rattlesnakes Society of Greater New York
 Posted By avi plonka (03-Feb-06)
Joseph the blue-eared rat sat in a corner of one of the many alleyways of Manhattan, deep in thought. He was deeply concerned about the upcoming elections. Though both candidates were quite experienced in their fields, there was still much to be desired from them. Four long days ago Joseph had heard from his prime source, Manuel the hedgehog, about the abrupt decision of the humans to call an early election. Joseph’s fears were confirmed with one quick glance at the morning paper. Because of the low price of cheese in Italy, combined with recent hikes in temperatures, President Fredrick VanEpps had made the choice to call for elections. As a result of this announcement, riots had broken out all across the country. The reason for this uproar was quite simple, yet incredibly complicated in a subtle way. Cheese was now the main material used in house construction, and with the soaring climates now common in America, the country was turning into a melted pool of rotting mozzarella. The President, whose own residence was now indistinguishable from a poorly prepared pie of pizza, had felt that if he did not take immediate steps to strengthen his government’s hold on the nation, the country would soon smell so repulsive that people would literally start dropping dead from the odor. He knew what had to be done but his minority government did not have enough seats needed to pass the bill to put a stop to cheese importing. There were too many cheesaholics that would appose the bill. So, left without options, VanEpps was now heading a campaign to reinstate his leadership, this time as a majority. His opponent was a clever yet overconfident man. Charles Stutwell had been leading the opposition for as many years as VanEpps was in office. His motto was, “Three elephants can crush a car, but it takes only two wallabies to write a play.” This motto encompassed his entire campaign, and many argued that this was perhaps the reason that he was not voted into office the first time around. Others claimed it was the issue that humans wanted a human leader and the fact that Stutwell was a black-chinned humming bird had kept him from being voted in. Whatever the reason was, things seemed to be changing. In a recent study, it was discovered that many Americans were planning to vote for Stutwell. This is what worried Joseph the blue-eared rat so thoroughly. If Stutwell were to be elected, he would surely implement his dream as soon as possible. And, stemming from the fact that no one actually understood what his motto meant on any level, the result could mean anything from the immediate expulsion of all rats from New York City, to the construction of the world’s largest beach ball. Even if President VanEpps was re-elected, there was still the issue of all rats going hungry from the lack of cheese. Joseph was now left with very few options. He thought briefly of the many lessons his pottery teacher had imparted to him during his many classes and realized that a perfectly crafted vase would not solve the problem. Then, suddenly, in a stroke of brilliant revelation, it came to him. All he would need was a large box of South-Asian owl feathers and a bottle of all-purpose engine lubricant. He immediately ran to the nearest taxidermy shop and purchased the feathers. The engine lubricant, however, would prove more difficult to acquire because of the length of the Mastujiba River in Eastern Japan. Joseph strained his mind for a way to overcome the obstacle. If only there were a way to soften steel without the use of four carpenter ants. If there could just be a simpler way of knitting a quilt of fine rabbit hair without imploring the use of a nine-legged rhinoceros. Now that he had come to grips with the obvious fact that he could in no way secure the purchase a bottle engine lubricant, he gave up all hope of having any influence on either President VanEpps or Charles Stutwell. He therefore decided to do what every kind and decent rat would do and volunteer for The Rambunctious Rattlesnakes Society of Greater New York.
 Posted By Joyce Hershkowitz (30-Jan-06)
Dear Ahuva, Chaim and Cywiak and Goldgrab families, Mazal Tov to you all. Sorry we missed the vort, but hope you enjoyed the cake. Was hoping to see some pics, didn't Ita take any? :) Chaim - you are marrying into the most wonderful, special family. You're very lucky!! Best wishes, Joyce, Abe & Family
 Posted By Frimee, Shlomo, Meira & Yitzchak Goldstein (24-Jan-06)
Hey Huwia & Chaim! Mazal Tov Phyllis! You make me feel all bad that I'm the only sis who didn't sign your guestbook so I find a computer and come to sign and see that only Shulamis signed so far! Well, I'm glad I can be next! The engagement party was beautiful, you guys are adorable together and we can't wait to dance with you at the wedding-Meira included! Love, The Baltimoreons- Frim, Shlomo, Meira & Yitz
 Posted By Baruch Landy (24-Jan-06)
Wishing the both of you the best and only simchas. Mazel tov
 Posted By Jon Shore (23-Jan-06)
Joseph the blue-eared rat sat in a corner of one of the many alleyways of Manhattan, deep in thought. He was deeply concerned about the upcoming elections. Though both candidates were quite experienced in their fields, there was still much to be desired from them. Four long days ago Joseph had heard from his prime source, Manuel the hedgehog, about the abrupt decision of the humans to call an early election. Joseph’s fears were confirmed with one quick glance at the morning paper. Because of the low price of cheese in Italy, combined with recent hikes in temperatures, President Fredrick VanEpps had made the choice to call for elections. As a result of this announcement, riots had broken out all across the country. The reason for this uproar was quite simple, yet incredibly complicated in a subtle way. Cheese was now the main material used in house construction, and with the soaring climates now common in America, the country was turning into a melted pool of rotting mozzarella. The President, whose own residence was now indistinguishable from a poorly prepared pie of pizza, had felt that if he did not take immediate steps to strengthen his government’s hold on the nation, the country would soon smell so repulsive that people would literally start dropping dead from the odor. He knew what had to be done but his minority government did not have enough seats needed to pass the bill to put a stop to cheese importing. There were too many cheesaholics that would appose the bill. So, left without options, VanEpps was now heading a campaign to reinstate his leadership, this time as a majority. His opponent was a clever yet overconfident man. Charles Stutwell had been leading the opposition for as many years as VanEpps was in office. His motto was, “Three elephants can crush a car, but it takes only two wallabies to write a play.” This motto encompassed his entire campaign, and many argued that this was perhaps the reason that he was not voted into office the first time around. Others claimed it was the issue that humans wanted a human leader and the fact that Stutwell was a black-chinned humming bird had kept him from being voted in. Whatever the reason was, things seemed to be changing. In a recent study, it was discovered that many Americans were planning to vote for Stutwell. This is what worried Joseph the blue-eared rat so thoroughly. If Stutwell were to be elected, he would surely implement his dream as soon as possible. And, stemming from the fact that no one actually understood what his motto meant on any level, the result could mean anything from the immediate expulsion of all rats from New York City, to the construction of the world’s largest beach ball. Even if President VanEpps was re-elected, there was still the issue of all rats going hungry from the lack of cheese. Joseph was now left with very few options. He thought briefly of the many lessons his pottery teacher had imparted to him during his many classes and realized that a perfectly crafted vase would not solve the problem. Then, suddenly, in a stroke of brilliant revelation, it came to him. All he would need was a large box of South-Asian owl feathers and a bottle of all-purpose engine lubricant. He immediately ran to the nearest taxidermy shop and purchased the feathers. The engine lubricant, however, would prove more difficult to acquire because of the length of the Mastujiba River in Eastern Japan. Joseph strained his mind for a way to overcome the obstacle. If only there were a way to soften steel without the use of four carpenter ants. If there could just be a simpler way of knitting a quilt of fine rabbit hair without imploring the use of a nine-legged rhinoceros. Now that he had come to grips with the obvious fact that he could in no way secure the purchase a bottle engine lubricant, he gave up all hope of having any influence on either President VanEpps or Charles Stutwell. He therefore decided to do what every kind and decent rat would do and volunteer for The Rambunctious Rattlesnakes Society of Greater New York.
 Posted By Baruch S (22-Jan-06)
MAZEL TOV!!
 Posted By Shua Statman (22-Jan-06)
Thank you very much, I appreciate your concern… (Deep Bass: Bum Bum Bum Bum BUM BAM Bum Bum)… Yo … O.T. Forever…. Yo…. Here we go one more time, Here we go with the O.T. rhyme, Here we go ill tell you what I got, Here we go ill drop it like its hot. Rewind back a couple of years, back in high school where we first became peers, with the third bathroom stall by the dorm in tenth grade, or Mrs. Abramson going through our stuff durin the knife raid. Roommates the next year that was cool, especially cuz we never showed up to school, slept all day and up all night, the dead cat gave Saraway quite a fright. People thrown out for going to the grocery store, blasting Metallica when they were here on tour, going to get flour so on bread we would dine, listening to O & A all the time. Twelfth grade now that was a good year, breaking into the pool and drinking lots of beer, thrown out of the dorm I still don’t know why, finally passing the regents on the hundredth try. But I wanna talk about the year that was the best, you can’t compare it- it was better then the rest, our first year in Israel those O.T. days, were we changed in so many ways. With only ten guys it was great, and the four Rabbis’ were really first rate, Rabbi T, Rabbi L, Rabbi G, Rabbi K, they helped us grow every single day. Up in Har Nof that is where we were at, the bench by the bus stop is where we sat, trying to burn the posters late at night, running off to angels to catch a bite. Our dorm counselor was nuts his name was Brouch Tzvi, he used to wake us up with a cigarette and a coffee, “I could go see Sharon” is what he said, but the only hookups he had were going on inside his head. Thing went on in the dorm were really crazy, Kolodny almost dying nope that didn’t faze me, the thing that Chaim was really not a fan, when he heard he was getting a roommate- an old man. Tanning on the porch every single day, Price doing his exercises the navy seal way, Sion and Tuvia fighting by the shower, Rebbitzen L delicious food that we would always devour. We has some guest speakers that were really great, one was name Barry he was first rate, the laundry machines we had were the best, as Tuvia’s blue laundry could attest. The showers were it smelled like something was half dead, the rain water that dripped all over Chaim’s bed, try to find some paper towels there was none, shooting each other with our toy or imaginary gun. Chaim came back to the dorm one late Succhos night, saw something that gave him quite a fright, Dovi by the stairs over and over he was turning, and the trash can in the dorm that was really burning. It was pretty crazy I must really say, when we jumped off the porch in an unusual way, looking at the show from across the street, to the people who would dance to a really strange beat. Down south was our very first trip, ask price if he liked it- it was quite a hit, with some really steep cliffs to set the tone, and the tour guide going on and on about Mitzpe Ramon. Up north we also went with O.T., “why don’t you give them your business card” Rabbi T. told Dovi, wading in our in the river with Rabbi Levine, who we promised the picture of him would never be seen. Hitting up the dead sea at the beginning of the year, with the arabs bowing down their prayers we could hear, walking on Shavous all the way to the Kotel, finished davening before yeshiva so that was swell. Thursday night is when we would be goin strong, chillin with the boys till the early morn, with the guitar and the Bar-b- q in the park, that’s where we held our mishmar after dark. The free text messages on Dovi’s phone, the Breslov bus that went to Chevron, the hafganha that was by our school, playin bad guitar at 4 in the morning- not cool. Shopping for food or throwing it at each other, saving a moth from one another, daving together my holy brother, a deep friendship between us 10 we did discover. Chaim wasn’t supposed to come back for shana bet, but he stayed for two more so don’t you fret, but it wasn’t the learning the reason that America he would cast off, I think it was the chesi-chesi hotdog and coke at masov. So now Ahuva with Chaim you’re getting quite a deal, this guy got a heart of gold- he’s 100% real, yes you really did get a flawless gem, trust I know this guys a perfect 10. Mazel Tov we say to you two, we are so so happy for both of you, live until 120 have happiness and health, and it wouldn’t hurt to give you the baracha of a little bit of wealth. Build a bayis neman b’yisroel is the baracha we give you, and we’re sure you guys will fulfill it through and through, this couple will make Hashem burst with pride, hopefully you guys will help Him send Moshiach by our side…… Yo….. So even though there is no more O.T., it still dwells inside us a living memory…… (Bum Bum Bum BUM BAM Bum Bum….. fade out).
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