Knock-Knock

The other day my darling Mother decided to send me some pictures from home...

        It's SNOWING in Utah.

Instead of being there, in the frigid cold, I am here...   
       

Orange you glad I'm here in Jerusalem?

I'm Quite Happy

How to sum up the events of this week.....

This ought to do it.

This week started off with a field trip to the City of David, Hezekiah's Tunnel to be exact. 

Hezekiah's Tunnel is an ancient subterranian tunnel chiseled out of the stone 2,700 years ago in the time of Isaiah.

While we walked around the city we touched ancient rocks, took pictures in front of the beautiful city,

and.....

convinced my father to do the jealous pose.



For the most part he had it right.

We'll keep working on him though.

Later this week we visited the Tomb of the Kings.

To end the week our Judaism teacher came to the JC and had a Sedar.



Three hours later and after feeling like I've eaten for a week, it was time for the annual soccer game.

(No pictures available)

Today was a very relazing day.

Shabbat, movie with the girls, and then some quality time with the old man.

I am, indeed, quite happy.

It Is Your Birthday

Today is the birthday of the most important person in my life.

My dear Mother.

I love my mother as the trees love water and sunshine - she helps me grow, prosper, and reach great heights.

Happy Birthday Mother

On A Valentine's Day

HAPPY VALETINE'S DAY



This I would have to say was the best Valentine's Day I have ever had.

Above is a picture that defines why it was so great.

Valentine's Day landed on a Monday this year and every Monday we go on a field trip.

Our field trip was to a little place called Neot Kedumim.

We herded some goats and sheep, which was particularly fun.

We made pita and zatar.

(Special heart pitas just for Valentine's Day)



Now let me tell you a little story.

This story is all about zatar and how to make it.

First off I will tell you what zatar is.

Zatar = Hyssop

Clear?

Moving on.

You get the hyssop and you put it in a bowl and you smash it!

Just pound it down until it looks like the bottom picture.

After that you can put it on whatever you like.

Pita, bread, whatever suits your fancy.

Other things that we did on this Valentine's Day:

Ran on a water wheel

Associated everything with Valentine's Day

(there were hearts everywhere)

Took fake engagement photos

          



  

 Engagement Photos 

Galore

   

And like always on Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day cards.

Lots and lots of love notes all throughout the day and night.

                       As much fun as the goats and engagement photos were...

I would have to say that my favorite part of the day was.....drum roll please

Riding on the Love Bus!

Happy Valentine's Day Everyone

I Knew It All Along

Packers 31 - Steelers 25

Need I say more?

Experience is a Good Teacher

Last night I received an email from a lady proclaiming to be in the primary presidency in our branch.
Here is what it said :

Hello Sisters!

The Primary occassionally asks students to conduct sharing time.

We would like the four of you (the message was sent to four of us) to present sharing time tomorrow.

The theme for this Sabbath is: Heavenly Father has a plan for me.

My first reaction was, "You really couldn't have sent this like last week or even yesterday?"

Then I reread it and thought, "Primary? Fun!"

I love kids.

I think they're great.

But I learned that teaching them is much different than playing with them.

I read the email at about 10:30 PM after we had just finished our Friday Night Movie of Death On the Nile.

Which, by the way is an excellent movie.

I recommend it to anyone for a good mystery, murder, and a few laughs here and there.

I found the other girls that were doing the sharing time with me and we decided that we would meet in the morning one hour before church started so we could get our thoughts together.

After waking up late and being late for the meeting, of course, we gathered up our best teaching skills and headed off to the primary room to attempt teaching the busy bodied children.

Teaching is not meant for me.

I'm awful.

It was awkward.

I was awkward.

The kids just stared at us like we were speaking another language.

As bad as it might have gone though, it definitely was a good experience for me.

I now know that I am a bad teacher and should never do it again.

If they ever call me to be a teacher, whether in sunday school, primary or anything

I truly feel bad for those individuals I am teaching.

Good experience, but not meant for me.