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U cant make a blanket statement here. In this case the parents may not be considering their child’s needs but usually, in most cases, parents want the best for their children. SOmetimes a parent may be able to see a broader picture than the child in shidduchim.
Have some seichel, “I know that sometimes when something is going wrong or someone has a problem, they are worried that people may judge them, categorize them, or be prejudice against the other people in the family.”
VERY WELL SAID!
FOr those of u like me that love pasta but find it to be bad for the diet – here goes…
ITALIAN PASTA DIET — IT REALLY WORKS !!
1.. You walk pasta da bakery.
2.. You walka pasta da candy store.
3.. You walka pasta da Ice Cream shop.
4.. You walka pasta da table and fridge.
You will lose weight!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH
PECANS IN THE CEMETERY
On the outskirts of a small town, there was a big, old pecan tree just inside the cemetery fence. One day, two boys filled up a bucketful of nuts and sat down by the tree, out of sight, and began dividing the nuts.
“One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me,” said one boy. Several dropped and rolled down toward the fence.
Another boy came riding along the road on his bicycle. As he passed, he thought he heard voices from inside the cemetery. He slowed down to investigate. Sure enough, he heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”
He just knew what it was. He jumped back on his bike and rode off. Just around the bend he met an old man with a cane, hobbling along.
“Come here quick,” said the boy, “you won’t believe what I heard! Satan and the Lord are down at the cemetery dividing up the souls.” The man said, “Beat it kid, can’t you see it’s hard for me to walk.” When the boy insisted though, the man hobbled slowly to the cemetery.
Standing by the fence they heard, “One for you, one for me. One for you, one for me.”
The old man whispered, “Boy, you’ve been tellin’ me the truth. Let’s see if we can see the Lord.”
Shaking with fear, they peered through the fence, yet were still unable to see anything. The old man and the boy gripped the wrought iron bars of the fence tighter and tighter as they tried to get a glimpse of the Lord.
At last they heard, “One for you, one for me. That’s all. Now let’s go get those nuts by the fence and we’ll be done.”
They say the old man made it back to town a full 5 minutes ahead of the kid on the bike.
I give anyone a lot of credit for trying to break this habbit, since nails is not a simple thing and a preg woman shouldnt be stepping on it. Any nail biter will tell u that they cant keep track of properly disposing all their nails.
amichai, Honestly, I can really sympathize since I see both sides, from my familiy’s perspective and from my hunsband’s family. I think think that some of my sister in laws enjoy giving the impression that by them everything is rosey and dandy. they dont want anyone knowing that they are going through a hard time, thinking “what can she do for me anyways…, it wont help if she knows or doesnt…”
Its really partly a personality,partly a mentality, or just a diff train of thought. I learnt to live with it, and even sometimes respect it.
Its funny, i dont go for steak. It makes me an uncomfortable type of full. Thats why I always prefer Milchigs. When it comes to pasta I like lasagna, baked ziti, penne in pink sauce, stuffed cheese shells, just to name a few. MY MOUTH IS WATERING!!!
I happen to love pasta dishes (milchigs). I would prefer cafe’ k, Bertaluccisetc. over any fleishige place. I used to think that this would save me money but nowadays u can get a fleishige meal for the same prce as a milichig one. Still in all, pass the ziti!!
I was always a very blabbery type, sharing things i maybe shouldnt have. But i guess that was my personality. My family is very close and the type where everyone knows everything about everyone. Then I got married, and had a culture shock with my husbands family. They are a small family and everything is a huge secret. SOmetimes it gets very annoying, but I’ve learnt that not everything has to be shared. I was dissappointed when I wanted to tell certain things to my family and my husband didnt want. I am much more private now, which some of my siblings resent since its not the way my family is. But I do believe there has to be a happy medium, and many things just dont belong for e/o to know.