Day One - and so it begins...

Being the narcissistic person that I am, I went to the hits page of my blog half-hearting-hoping (let's be real, I was full-heartedly hoping) that I had people reading. Potentially, someone, out there, somewhere, has stumbled across my blog in the off chance that they typed in a keyword such as "Grandma" or "hoola hooping" (unfortunately not in the same blog post). But no, it looks like one person has visited my blog lately. Oh yeah, it also counts when you read your own blog. Needless to say, I've just been refreshing my page to up my numbers. Whatever, just like that new facebook movie, "you don't make a million friends without making some enemies", or in my case, you don't make (it look like you have) any friends unless it looks like you have (falsely generated) visitors. WOW. There are alot of parenthesis going on. I think because I'm trying to convey what I'm thinking in a way that I talk. If you see parenthesis, please take the liberty of imagining myself saying it in my voice, very coyly, with a raised eyebrow. Or saying it in a very sarcastic manor. Or in pirate talk. It was meant to be said.

Anyways, as my eyelids droop like that of droop dog (heh), I must describe my recent commitment to the Hillel House. Sounds ethnic you say? Sounds like... hill. which is like a tall mass of land... which is like a mountain. mt. saini? yes. Through deduction, you have figured out that it's a house for jewish people. which is AWESOME.
WHY JEWISH PEOPLE ARE AWESOME.

they love money!

 they love stars:

They love the movie, "Inception"

Anyways. The reason I bring it up is because we're making Challah for Hunger which is a project where we're making bread, selling them, then using the money to give to hungry people. Great concept right? I love Challah bread. I swear, it's one of my top breads. French bread will always be number one, but there's a bunch of number 2 breads that I can't decide on. Challah is definitely one of those breads though. You know when you see it, that you want it. It's like that hamburger you want when you're in a foreign country. You didn't want it when you were in America, and now that saturated beef patties aren't readily available in your local drive-thru, it's all of a sudden the ONLY thing you can think of. But the point of the story is that Challah is pronounced, "Hallah" but I like to think it's really pronounced "CHAHLAH". And then I sing "Challah back youngin' (woo woo!)"

Fabolous

If you are unfamiliar to this rapper's one hit wonder, please click on the reference below:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X3yolF8EyGQ

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Anyways, I'm reconnecting back to your other roots, Shereen! Awesome right? I'm serving both of your communities. 1st, it was me telling formally religious fellows that their actions were "haram" and now, this. So, your welcome! and tell gmama Ruth I said, CHALLAH BREAD YOUNGIN' WOOWOO!