Ladies and gentlemen, come this Pesach, I will be hosting my very first seder. Yup, you heard me right. Do any of you care? Well, I hope you do. Cause all of you were once where I am. Soooooooo, I need your help, wisdom, advice, money and ideas. What can I do to make it lively? What do you guys do? Do you guys buy fake frogs and put it in your borsht? Do you put on costumes? I cant take a seder that lasts till the next morning, but I also dont want to speed read.
I would like to avoid the midrashic tales. You know, the ones that say 5 billion Jews were in Egypt but only a few left. I kind of want to gear it more towards a historical take on the Exodus. Infact, do any of you have a recomendation for a good haggadah?
Here is a custom that I can share with you. It comes from our persian friends, the Persians. When you get to the song "Dienu" you beat eachother with large green onions. I guess it is supposed to symbolize the onions the egyptians used to whip the slaves with. Shifra, this would be a great custom to have handy when your mother-in-law comes for a visit. Sorry, that was uncalled for. I will delete it.
Anyways, I look forward to hearing some suggestions from Ezzie's loyal readership (all 5 of them)
Friday, March 09, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
Meeting Jameel
POSTPONED
If anyone sees me later tonight walking around Manhattan with a deranged smiley face (or 4) plus 2/3 of a nutty unholy trinity, you know why.
Well, it looks like it's not happening tonight, thanks to a downed network and dead phone for myself at work forcing me home early, and Jameel himself being downed by lack of sleep. Nu nu - we'll try again in a couple of days...
If anyone sees me later tonight walking around Manhattan with a deranged smiley face (or 4) plus 2/3 of a nutty unholy trinity, you know why.
Well, it looks like it's not happening tonight, thanks to a downed network and dead phone for myself at work forcing me home early, and Jameel himself being downed by lack of sleep. Nu nu - we'll try again in a couple of days...
Politicians are Stupid
Ugh. "Let's score some cheap political points for the short-term while screwing the world in the long-term!"
Morons.
Morons.
Ezzie's Blog Roundup: Been A While
As regular readers of this blog know (all five of you), I'm in the middle of busy season, making these roundups few and far in-between. But I really liked a couple of the posts below, so I figured why not take those and some others I liked and make a roundup? And here we are.
And now on to the top 5:
- 10 & 9) The JIBs (Jewish & Israeli Blog Awards) are getting ready, but the volunteers now need everyone's help in determining the categories and other issues! Please see the details at Life-of-Rubin & Bagel Blogger, the two most responsible for putting this all together. And thank them, too.
- 8) Jewish Blogmeister drinks the new Coke product... so we don't have to.
- 7) Kasamba discusses freezers. If only she'd tell Serach...!
- 6) Olah Chadasha has a great post on CEO's working at the bottom rungs to see what it's like.
Check them out!
- 5) Balaboosteh discusses the loss of 3 young local lives.
- 4) XGH is renouncing skepticism?!
- 3) Searching for Bright Lights has a great post on Purim:
And that is the essence of Purim. We hide our selves, our gifts, in costumes, and offer from our inner selves gifts to others--money as charity for the poor, and shaloch manos to our friends. And this way, perhaps with a bit of lubrication, we allow our shiny side, our happy side, to face outward.- 2 & 1) Wolf takes the top two spots with his posts on education and parenting, which really go hand in hand in so many ways.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Sheitls for Sale - KGH (Sunday)
Ariella noted the one in the Five Towns as well - there is a sheitl (wig) sale this coming Sunday in Kew Gardens Hills from 7:00-9:00 PM. Here's the information:
Michal Wigs is more of a wholesaler, which is why the prices are able to be so much lower than you may otherwise be accustomed. I know Serach's are from them and she loves them (...and she's had them for a while) - feel free to email her at serachnezzie at gmail dot com.MICHAL WIGS
Custom wigs at unaccustomed prices.
Sale this Sunday, March 11
1:00-3:00: 52 Columbia Ave, Cedarhurst, NY, 11516
7:00-9:00: 69-92 137th st, Flushing, NY, 11367
Multi Directional, No-Knotting, 6 month guarantee
Bedatz Hechscher
Hatfalls $290
Bandfalls $365-415
Sheitels-$475-575
For more information visit www.michalwigs.com
The 7-9 sale will also have tichels/scarves sold by host.
A Difficult Question
Moshe has a very interesting, and difficult, dilemma:
So, I was chatting with a Muslim coworker. He is in no way an extremist and actually condemns those Muslims who “kill in the name of Allah.” He told me how disturbed he was to learn that Jews are commanded to wipe out the entire nation of Amalek. In fact, he was outright upset and expressed his feelings in a way that made me extremely uncomfortable. He said that he is struggling to understand how Jews can be so upset at the Muslims who believe that they have a right and responsibility to murder Jews – if Jews themselves share a similar concept.If you can be of help, please click over to Moshe and put in a comment. Thanks.
Fortunately for me, I had to run and complete an experiment. I clearly need more time to formulate a proper response. He is expecting one sometime this week – I probably won’t bump into him until Thursday.
I am begging all of you knowledgeable people out there to help me out in preparing some arguments. Please. This is important.
Thanks in advance!
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Creativity
I had a nice conversation with someone yesterday via email. This person, we shall call Higgens, was nice enough to share with me something. I was emailed some songs that he has sung. I was quite amazed by them. Infact, if Higgens is reading this, I just want you to know that I put one of the songs on my ipod (I hope you don’t mind). I happen to also think that version of the song is better than the original. Anyways, I asked Higgens when on earth he has the time to do this. He told me that he practices every week. Now, you have to realize that Higgens whines and complains his fair share, what with all his other responsibilities, (spouse, home, holidays, work), but yet, finds the time to do what he enjoys. Not only does he do it, but he puts all he has into it. You can tell just by listening.
This got me thinking. I was thinking about that certain creative spark that I believe we all have inside of us. It doesn’t have to be singing. It can be drawing, reading, teaching or even auditing J (ya right). Now, I know this blog is not really geared in the way of spirituality, but just give me a chance, and hopefully, the owner won’t banish me. I truly believe that each of us, was given this spark by the man upstairs. Each of us has it within us, but it sometimes requires a lot of effort to bring it out. Its this “divine” creative spark is here for a reason. Its what defines us as humans. Think about it. It’s the one thing that separates us from the iguanas, baboons and ostriches. Often enough, this spark needs to be shared with others. Maybe Higgens doesn’t think so, but perhaps in a way, he is serving God. He found what God gave him, and using it. In a way, he is making the world a slightly nicer place to be. Through that creative spark he is affirming his humanity and the beauty that comes along with it. This is sort of Rav Kookish, I think. Not sure, maybe Chardal can inform us further.
Higgens truly inspired me. Reading up on all his kvetching, but still taking some time mold that creative energy into something positive as truly inspiration. And when I think about it, its not only Higgens. I have met many people on this blog. Each person, with his own hobbies and strengths. Some people are great with history, poetry, science or even mysticism. And you can tell that they are using that spark through these mediums by how much they enjoy sharing with you. Each of us toile like an ass throughout the day, but by utilizing that creative spark, we remember that we are human, and not just animal.
So how has this inspired me? Well, I’ve got my own hobbies and strengths that I have put aside due to work, family, dishes and yes, blogging. My job is to now put some time aside reconnect to what God has given me. I think this is something incredibly positive to explain to our kids. Too many people send their kids to schools that don’t allow the child to harness their creative energy and put it to use. If a child is consecutively doodling or playing drums on the table, perhaps he is trying to tell you something. Its there. Inside of them and it should be brought out. And, its inside all of us, but as we get older, it just gets harder for us to remember how to use it.
This got me thinking. I was thinking about that certain creative spark that I believe we all have inside of us. It doesn’t have to be singing. It can be drawing, reading, teaching or even auditing J (ya right). Now, I know this blog is not really geared in the way of spirituality, but just give me a chance, and hopefully, the owner won’t banish me. I truly believe that each of us, was given this spark by the man upstairs. Each of us has it within us, but it sometimes requires a lot of effort to bring it out. Its this “divine” creative spark is here for a reason. Its what defines us as humans. Think about it. It’s the one thing that separates us from the iguanas, baboons and ostriches. Often enough, this spark needs to be shared with others. Maybe Higgens doesn’t think so, but perhaps in a way, he is serving God. He found what God gave him, and using it. In a way, he is making the world a slightly nicer place to be. Through that creative spark he is affirming his humanity and the beauty that comes along with it. This is sort of Rav Kookish, I think. Not sure, maybe Chardal can inform us further.
Higgens truly inspired me. Reading up on all his kvetching, but still taking some time mold that creative energy into something positive as truly inspiration. And when I think about it, its not only Higgens. I have met many people on this blog. Each person, with his own hobbies and strengths. Some people are great with history, poetry, science or even mysticism. And you can tell that they are using that spark through these mediums by how much they enjoy sharing with you. Each of us toile like an ass throughout the day, but by utilizing that creative spark, we remember that we are human, and not just animal.
So how has this inspired me? Well, I’ve got my own hobbies and strengths that I have put aside due to work, family, dishes and yes, blogging. My job is to now put some time aside reconnect to what God has given me. I think this is something incredibly positive to explain to our kids. Too many people send their kids to schools that don’t allow the child to harness their creative energy and put it to use. If a child is consecutively doodling or playing drums on the table, perhaps he is trying to tell you something. Its there. Inside of them and it should be brought out. And, its inside all of us, but as we get older, it just gets harder for us to remember how to use it.
Parenting
If there is one message that I'd love for parents to "get" it would be for them to allow kids to be THEMSELVES.R' Horowitz with a plea or two for parents:
Please, please ignore your neighbors and societal pressure and l’maan Hashem do what is right for your child. I have seen far too many children sacrificed on the altar of “what will the neighbors say?” Keep your eye on doing what is right for your child. That’s all that really matters.
Oysh & a Purim Pic
Jameel is STILL drunk. Nebach.
We hope y'all enjoyed the podcasts, and now that we see how easy it is (coughcoughchokecough), perhaps we'll throw some up here and there or something. Just for fun, we're keeping the number available, so you can always record stuff and you never know - maybe we'll put it up sometime. :)
Jameel posted a nice listing thanking all those who helped out - from my point of view, I think the biggest thanks go to Jameel (obviously), Holy Hyrax for the poster work which really took a while, and Chana & SJ for helping out at crazy times of night to put some finishing touches on. And, lest you think I did a lot, all I did was actually post the stuff.
Of course, here's a cute pic of Serach/Elianna & Elianna/Serach from yesterday:
We hope y'all enjoyed the podcasts, and now that we see how easy it is (coughcoughchokecough), perhaps we'll throw some up here and there or something. Just for fun, we're keeping the number available, so you can always record stuff and you never know - maybe we'll put it up sometime. :)
Jameel posted a nice listing thanking all those who helped out - from my point of view, I think the biggest thanks go to Jameel (obviously), Holy Hyrax for the poster work which really took a while, and Chana & SJ for helping out at crazy times of night to put some finishing touches on. And, lest you think I did a lot, all I did was actually post the stuff.
Of course, here's a cute pic of Serach/Elianna & Elianna/Serach from yesterday:
Monday, March 05, 2007
Pickle Jar
(Hat tip: The Big Boss)
Just a nice story that was sent to me a while back, and seeing as how one of our contributors uses a pickle jar as their icon, figured it was all the more fitting...
The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar.
As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as
they were dropped into the jar They landed with a merry jingle when the
jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the
jar was filled.
I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper
and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun
poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit
at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.
Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked
neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me
on the seat of his old truck.
Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me
hopefully. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill,
son. You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to
hold you back."
Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the
counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly "These are
for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like
me."
We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream
cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at
the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins
nestled in his palm. "When we get home, we'll start filling the jar
again." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they
rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other.
"You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters," he said.
"But you'll get there. I'll see to that."
The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town.
Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and
noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had
been removed.
A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser
where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never
lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith.
The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the
most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife
Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life
as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad
had loved me.
No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop
his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the
mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single
dime was taken from the jar.
To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup
over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than
ever to make a way out for me. "When you finish college, Son," he told me,
his eyes glistening, "You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you
want to."
The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the
holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other
on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began
to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms.
"She probably needs to be changed," she said, carrying the baby into my
parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room,
there was a strange mist in her eyes.
She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into
the room. "Look," she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the
floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been
removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins.
I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a
fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins
into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped
quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same
emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.
Just a nice story that was sent to me a while back, and seeing as how one of our contributors uses a pickle jar as their icon, figured it was all the more fitting...
The Pickle Jar
As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as
they were dropped into the jar They landed with a merry jingle when the
jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the
jar was filled.
I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper
and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun
poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit
at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank.
Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked
neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me
on the seat of his old truck.
Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me
hopefully. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill,
son. You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to
hold you back."
Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the
counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly "These are
for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like
me."
We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream
cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at
the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins
nestled in his palm. "When we get home, we'll start filling the jar
again." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they
rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other.
"You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters," he said.
"But you'll get there. I'll see to that."
The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town.
Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and
noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had
been removed.
A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser
where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never
lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith.
The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the
most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife
Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life
as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad
had loved me.
No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop
his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the
mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single
dime was taken from the jar.
To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup
over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than
ever to make a way out for me. "When you finish college, Son," he told me,
his eyes glistening, "You'll never have to eat beans again - unless you
want to."
The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the
holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other
on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began
to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms.
"She probably needs to be changed," she said, carrying the baby into my
parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room,
there was a strange mist in her eyes.
She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into
the room. "Look," she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the
floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been
removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins.
I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a
fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins
into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped
quietly into the room. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same
emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak.
The Missing Podcasts
It's okay, we'll just blame the Hyrax. Ha! Have a wonderful Shushan Purim, everybody!
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Simchas Purim!!
Yes, I now realize that there are *still* a few glitches and missing tracks on the podcast. Too bad - enjoy the ones that are there, and we'll put out a new version in a few days. Okay? Great! :)
Have a wonderful Purim everybody! If you're in the Kew Gardens Hills area for any reason, feel free to drop in and say hello. We'll be here on and off until our seudah [feast] starts at 3:30. Purim Sameach!
Have a wonderful Purim everybody! If you're in the Kew Gardens Hills area for any reason, feel free to drop in and say hello. We'll be here on and off until our seudah [feast] starts at 3:30. Purim Sameach!
MUQATA PURIM RADIO
From everyone here at the Muqata, we wish the J-blogosphere a wonderful, exciting, happy, joyful Purim!! Purim Sameach!!!
EDIT: This version should be a bit better... there were some missing tracks in the first one. Sorry!
EDIT: This version should be a bit better... there were some missing tracks in the first one. Sorry!
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Coming VERY Soon...
Check back later for the Purim Podcast!!! Jameel is up (at 2:30am!) mixing it all together... over 2 hours' worth of material is getting sliced and diced, so be patient.
Meanwhile, Simchat Purim!!! Chag Sameach!! Happy Purim!!!!! :)
Meanwhile, Simchat Purim!!! Chag Sameach!! Happy Purim!!!!! :)
Friday, March 02, 2007
A Grandmotherly Idea
From R' Yakov Horowitz:
Grandparents: Here is an idea. In response to my column on drinking and Purim, a woman contacted my wife yesterday and informed her that one week before Purim she mails each of her teenage grandchildren a $100- ‘Purim-gelt’ check made out to their name. Along with the check comes a contract with a code of responsible behavior for Purim. In order to cash the check, they must call her after Purim and inform her that they adhered to the terms of the contract. ……………… Looking to adopt a grandmother for your kids????
Best Wishes for Simchas Purim
Funky Stuff
Woah - just read a crazy post somewhere... woah. Every day has its own surprises.
Remember to get your recordings in! And kudos to all those who are working on the JIBs, which should be coming sometime soon... feel free to volunteer your help if you can!
Remember to get your recordings in! And kudos to all those who are working on the JIBs, which should be coming sometime soon... feel free to volunteer your help if you can!
Thursday, March 01, 2007
Good New Reads & An Interesting Fast Fact
Every once in a while, people suggest new blogs to me, telling me I "must read this blog!" because it's so good. And, I'll admit, they're usually right. So, without further ado (since I really need to get back to work) here are a couple of the ones I've been pointed to that are really worth your while:
Have an easy fast for those who (still) are... interesting Ta'anis Esther 2007 fact: We said tachanun by Mincha today, which almost never happens on Ta'anis Esther. (Well, I thought it was interesting, anyway...)
Meanderations - pointed to me by SJ & Chana over (or after?) the weekend, and after listening to the slightly insane recording the trio/trinity made a couple of nights ago, I decided to read her latest post - and I really liked it. So, check her out.Note to all: You are in fact allowed to send in more than one recording, so feel free to call in as the ideas strike you! Not everything can go in to the Purim Podcast itself (the call-ins alone total almost an hour of recorded time already!), but we'll put everything up at some point.
Jewbiquitous - Okay, a bit of a guilty look here. Everytime I was pointed to their blog, Annie & Harley made me crack up and/or think... and yet, for some reason, I didn't go back. Honestly, I don't know why - probably because I have about 150 feeds already and it's busy season, so I'm up to date on like 15. But then I listened to their recordings for the podcast as well (and yes, that was plural - many plurals, rather), and I was smiling or laughing almost the whole time (difficult at work). So check them out, too.
Have an easy fast for those who (still) are... interesting Ta'anis Esther 2007 fact: We said tachanun by Mincha today, which almost never happens on Ta'anis Esther. (Well, I thought it was interesting, anyway...)
How to Record Stuff for the J-Blogosphere Purim Podcast
*sticky* This post will remain on top until Thursday at noon EST.
Some people are wondering how to record material for this... There are many options. If you have an MP3 player, and it records, that's one way - just email the file. If you have a mic (or headset with one) hooked up to your computer, you can likely record that way.
But there is another way! We've set up a number on GCast for people to call into and record onto. You just call, record, and hang up. If you're in the US: 1-888-65-GCast. Internationally it says +1-305-437-8719. The ten-digit code is C1MAURP1ZZ {NOTE: The ZZ is 99 as on a cell, not on a regular phone...!}; The PIN is PURI. Punch those in slowly, it doesn't register if you do it too fast. You can listen to whatever you record before saving (and you can delete it before submission). Please press 2 to save - thanks!
Again, even a "Hi, this is _______ of __________" is great. :)
Some people are wondering how to record material for this... There are many options. If you have an MP3 player, and it records, that's one way - just email the file. If you have a mic (or headset with one) hooked up to your computer, you can likely record that way.
But there is another way! We've set up a number on GCast for people to call into and record onto. You just call, record, and hang up. If you're in the US: 1-888-65-GCast. Internationally it says +1-305-437-8719. The ten-digit code is C1MAURP1ZZ {NOTE: The ZZ is 99 as on a cell, not on a regular phone...!}; The PIN is PURI. Punch those in slowly, it doesn't register if you do it too fast. You can listen to whatever you record before saving (and you can delete it before submission). Please press 2 to save - thanks!
Again, even a "Hi, this is _______ of __________" is great. :)
Comment of the Day (Drunk Teens & Balance)
C! left a great comment last night that's worth reposting: (emphasis mine)
FROM THE VIEWPOINT OF A 20 YEAR OLD:
this is just an add on to the topic- What goes on in florida over winter break is not just happening there- Ive noticed on facebook that there are a good percentage of middle/highschool kids doing lots of things, that were never even considered when i was in highschool, in thier own town- i see pictures of kids smoking hooka, going to concerts (not tznius at all), smoking, drinkin, all over guys/girls. The bar has deff risen-what used to be considered "bad" is not even a question these days.
If parents would take two minutes to look at thier childrens facebook profile I think they would be shocked at what their kids are doing. Kids do not need all the freedom they want- it is not a good thing!
And this is not only kids in school- i see pictures of people I went to school with making out with guys and clubbing- Once you are older its hard to control but I wonder what makes people go off and do these things??
Also parents should realize that if they send thier kid to yeshiva/seminary in israel and the kid is partyin it up in thier hometown/vacation there is a good chance that they will be wasting thier 15,000$ by sending them away so that they can party totally unsupervised. Kids need to prove to thier parents that they can be trusted. My father said something to me before I left to Israel for my year -"dont do something that will cost me 15000-Never mind dont do something that will then cost YOU 15,000$"- Smart advice and not that I would have done anything it made me realize how I need to be responsible for my own actions- Parents: when kids do stuff that you dont allow it needs to be punished not just forgotten about-if there is no punishment then there is no reason not to do it again.
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