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Archive for April 13th, 2007

mmmm… yummmmmy

juicy strawberries
in my tummy
Sorry, I’ve not been around and I’m sorry I’m not back with a particularly meaningful post. The Passover, mother and children staying and wedding arrangements and work have rather taken over my life, but, hooray I have found a slot today and I am planning to say hello to everyone over the weekend and reply to all my emails…

Here’s some Jewish one liners to be getting on with.

There’s big controversy on the Jewish view of when life begins. In Jewish tradition, the fetus is not considered viable until after it graduates from medical school.

Why don’t Jewish mothers drink? Alcohol interferes with their suffering.

Have you seen the newest Jewish-American Princess horror movie? It’s called, “Debbie Does Dishes.”

What’s a Jewish American Princess’ favorite position? Facing Tiffany’s.

When the doctor called Mrs. Liebenbaum to tell her that her check came back, she replied, “So did my arthritis.”

A Jewish boy come home from school and tells his mother he’s been given a part in the school play. “Wonderful? What part is it?” The boy says, “I play the part of the Jewish husband.” The mother scowls and says, “You go back and tell the teacher you want a speaking part.”

Where does the Jewish husband hide his money from his wife? Under the vacuum cleaner.

What’s the difference between a Rottweiler and a Jewish Mother? Eventually, the Rottweiler lets go.”

A Jewish telegram: “Start worrying. Details to follow.”

I once wanted to become an atheist but I gave up . . . they have no holidays ~ Henny Youngman

Look at Jewish history. Unrelieved lamenting would be intolerable. So, for every ten Jews beating their breasts, God designated one to be crazy and amuse the breast beaters. By the time I was five I knew I was that one.- Mel Brooks

For Vincent D’Onofrio/Valentino lovers take a peek at this… I’m still burning up and grinning from ear to ear. I can’t wait for Wendy’s latest to plop through my letterbox.


Okay, I know I know, I’m not one itsy little bit in Wendy’s league, it is all purely for fun, my fun, and because I am mildly obsessed, okay okay, wildly obsessed with Bobby Goren, the next chapter of mrsbg is up… and just how did The Detective find out about the baby? Well go over there and you’ll find out.


Also some Lord Byron for the star-crossed lovers, Novalynne and Bob. The words just seemed to fit… the poem is beautiful.

Looking forward to catching up with you all over the next couple of days… wishing you and yours a wonderful weekend and Shabbat Shalom.

Goodbye

Posted on: 13 April 2007

Watches them playing their games
Aware she’s different; she’s not the same
Not quite accepted; an outsider looking in
Remembers when they were her friends
Stands on the edge unsure, yet unafraid
Extends hand in friendship… rebuffed again
She knows them well, they’re hardly strangers
Accepts that nothing ever really changes
Memories as a child standing alone
By the playground fence, now she is grown
These are not children who cast her aside
Contemporaries she’s known all her life
She is damaged goods, no longer whole
She slopes away; it’s time to let go

copyright 2007 ann raven

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half broken-hearted
To sever the years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder, thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this.The dew of the morning
Sunk, chill on my brow,
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in its shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o’er me…
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well..
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met
In silence I grieve
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.


the loves of my life

at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet ~~~ plato

thank you…

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all words here are mine ~ I’ll tell you when they’re not!

from long ago

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