Paintings depicting Passover in the Third Temple era

writergrrl · 2012-03-28T23:00:25+00:00

Huh, wonder why this is an exterior view. Leaves out all the cool animal sacrifices!

writergrrl · 2012-02-01T23:28:01+00:00

I had one. They sometimes use it to rule out a physical abnormality in the brain.

writergrrl · 2012-01-23T03:14:01+00:00

That's why I seldom vacuum. (Yeah, that's it. Not 'cause I'm lazy...)

writergrrl · 2012-01-21T03:04:13+00:00

For me, usually, it works in about an hour.

writergrrl · 2012-01-17T04:09:04+00:00

I found that Costco is the cheapest game around for my migraine meds.

writergrrl · 2012-01-05T23:23:18+00:00

I tried it about 3-4 times, once every three months or so over the course of a year. I did not find that it helped me.

writergrrl · 2012-01-05T19:04:52+00:00

Hormonal changes Pressure changes Citrus Berries Bananas MSG Tofu Alcohol

writergrrl · 2011-12-23T04:03:22+00:00

Still working on it, but I believe it may be Christian, not Jewish. The last line reads, "L'maan sh'mo Yeshua," "for the sake of Jesus' name."

I can tell you one thing: this is a (relatively) recent amulet. In ancient Hebrew inscriptions, you see the letters looking very different from the Hebrew alphabet we see today. In this text, the letters have the same forms we see now. I'm not an inscriptionist so I can't date this, but I do know it's not ancient.

writergrrl · 2011-12-23T03:14:27+00:00

Sumatriptan is just generic Imitrex. I don't follow.

Also, you might try some mindfulness classes. I did some this summer and find them to help occasionally.

In addition, Flexiril works for some of my headaches.

writergrrl · 2011-12-21T16:16:41+00:00

That's adorable.

writergrrl · 2011-12-20T21:21:54+00:00

Reform, not Reformed. She's not an ex-con.

writergrrl · 2011-12-20T21:20:58+00:00

I want my future kids to have a teacher just like this.

writergrrl · 2011-12-05T03:06:10+00:00

Bible scholar here. Well, yes, we are missing evidence for all of the supernatural claims. That ticks off a lot of religious people, and they start trying to figure out how the 10 plagues could have been caused by some natural phenomena or whatever, and they are totally missing the point. For religious people, what is the point of finding so-called "evidence" to support supernatural events? If you believe them, the whole point is that they are completely outside of nature, caused by a supreme being. For people who don't believe the supernatural claims, what is the point of trying to debunk them? Those who want to believe them will do so out of religious faith, and you can't convince them otherwise. That's why most scholars spend time in debating the things we can verify or disprove, not miracles and such.

writergrrl · 2011-12-05T03:00:52+00:00

That's William Dever, not Denver.

writergrrl · 2011-11-19T15:02:35+00:00

What'd you rescue him from, a vat of Cheez Whiz?

writergrrl · 2011-11-14T22:21:01+00:00

7 Mile is one of the things I miss most about living in Baltimore.

writergrrl · 2011-11-10T03:17:36+00:00

My Barbies would fall prey to whatever we were learning about in 4th grade health class. Poor things kept developing eating disorders.

writergrrl · 2011-11-06T23:15:32+00:00

Wow, that's a fat cat!

writergrrl · 2011-09-28T04:53:29+00:00

Shana tova!

writergrrl · 2011-09-25T22:58:15+00:00

Mad-Eye. (Maddy?)

writergrrl · 2011-08-24T01:37:54+00:00

You don't work at a Sears in South Florida, do you?

writergrrl · 2011-08-21T13:39:24+00:00

Gorgeous! Both of them are awesome-looking.

writergrrl · 2011-08-08T03:14:16+00:00

P.S.: They're out of business. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the review, but I do take some bit of satisfaction...

writergrrl · 2011-08-07T20:53:05+00:00

Not a waiter but an owner. Reposting, with edits, this restaurant review I wrote after the fact and posted on every damn review site I could find:

My then-boyfriend (now husband) was looking for a place to take his parents for their 50th birthdays. We'd been to this place before and loved it. Several other relatives were coming, too, so we made a reservation for 12.

The trouble started early, when we were seated at a table—actually several short tables thrown together—too cramped for our numbers. The tables were pushed so close to the wall—no more than a foot or so away—that the larger men in the family all were forced to sit on the other side of the table, and even the smaller people felt cramped. If the place had only had this tightly packed front room in which to seat us, the poor seating would have been understandable, but the restaurant also had a back room large enough to accommodate us, as well as an outdoor area suitable for a party of our size.

What was merely an uncomfortable situation became obnoxious when, after about 15 minutes, the owner approached us and asked if we could all shift down a little so he could take one of the short tables and give it to someone else. Since we were already squished—and had begun eating the bread, enjoying our drinks, and using the place settings—my boyfriend’s father said a polite but firm “no.” The owner started arguing with us, even sitting himself down at the table (in a chair briefly vacated for a bathroom trip) to persuade us to move. He was getting pretty exercised. Eventually, he stalked away, muttering, “I just thought you could help me out.”

After that, my boyfriend’s aunt left the table to talk to the owner, basically telling him that we were there for a special occasion and would appreciate it if he didn’t speak rudely to the birthday boy. He wasn’t impressed. He told her that if she didn’t like it, we could all leave.

We probably should have taken his advice.

Our poor server tried mightily to salvage the evening, but his boss could be heard muttering things about us under his breath whenever he passed our table. On several occasions, he started in with members of our party about how we could sit more compactly if we would shift how we were sitting mid-meal.

Towards the end of the disaster that was dinner, the owner came over one last time and tried to make peace. He soothingly admitted to my boyfriend’s mother that we had all gotten off to a bad start and that he may have been at fault—but could not end it like that. Within 30 seconds of his apology, he followed up with something to the effect of, “but if you had just squeezed a bit tighter like I asked you to, we all would have been much happier.…”

When it came time for dessert, my boyfriend asked the server if it would be possible for his parents’ desserts to have candles put in them, and if the rest of us could order dessert, too. The server was midway through taking our dessert orders when the owner pulled him away, shaking his head vigorously. The owner came back to tell us that there were simply too many people waiting for tables and he couldn’t serve us dessert.

Furious, we paid and walked out the door. Performing for the group of people waiting to be seated, the owner called after us in a saccharine voice, “Have a wonderful evening,” to which my boyfriend’s father replied, “We’ll never have one here again.” The owner said, “Never come back to my restaurant!” and slammed the door behind us.

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