Lizrael Update: babbling about the expat life since 2004
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Tzur Hadassah gets… sexy?
Check out this headline: Police bust cocaine lab in suburban Jerusalem Bet you’d never have guessed where in ‘suburban Jerusalem’ that took place if the subject hadn’t contained a big hint… Jerusalem police announced Thursday that they had busted a cocaine lab operating out of an apartment in the suburban community of Tsur Hadassah. Police…
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Giving lone soldiers their post-army profession.
Lone soldiers. I have no idea if that is just an Israeli concept, but what it means to us is the demographic of soldiers in the IDF who are immigrants and have no immediate family located in Israel to support them throughout their army service. They have no default place to go for weekends off…
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My own Israeli Australia.
Just left the Australian Embassy in Tel Aviv. If you happen to be an Australian married to an American and you have children together, then I don’t have to tell you how much more of a pleasant experience it is to acquire Aussie citizenship and passport for your tri-citizen child. The embassy is located at…
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The truth about sabras.
I’ve been in this mood lately… I’m not sure what it is exactly, but it’s this subtle hostility I’ve been feeling towards my Israeli surroundings. Perhaps it was the head-on collision between two cars on the Beit Shemesh road (speeding drunk teens versus middle agers at 5pm). Perhaps it was the pointless fire in my…
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Being a Tzur Hadassah housewife.
These days, as you know, I’m a housewife. I’m really not that bored or desperate, as the cliche goes, but I appreciate entertainment when it comes around. Today it came around. For a country built on stones and concrete, I’ve discussed and seen a few too many fires in my years here. But this one…
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Where bonding starts.
They say you are supposed to have this awesome bonding with breastfeeding. Sure, I love eating too, but for me and my kid it’s not the meals when we bond. It’s the diaper changes. Today I’m changing his diaper for the 8756294 time and he’s smiling at me. And I think to myself, aw, what…
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Koala update: ten weeks.
Is there any other example of how much we can change and grow in just a week or two? Do we ever grow and change as rapidly as we do at two months old? A lot’s happened in the last month, and I’ll try to break it down. We’re inching closer to doubling the Koala’s…
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My mini-granates.
Attempting to have green thumbs, and doing what we can to keep them green, part of our little mirpeset garden is a small potted mini-rimon plant. Ok, I have no idea if these are technically pomegranate species or what, but they seem to be some kind of inedible cousin to the native fruit. Since I’m charged…
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In three years.
In the last three years, give or take, I’ve gotten married, visited my husband’s home country located across the world, moved to the suburbs, got pregnant, completed the coursework for my Masters degree, gave birth to a son, grown three years older, three years wiser and three years happier. What have you done in the…
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Cookie Monster was right.
I’m so hungry I could eat a giraffe… and I will! As soon as my safari animal-shaped shnitzels are done burning. Sure, my kid is only 2 months old, but I can already partake in the kid friendly-shaped foods, can’t I? Oddly enough, someone at Shufersal did not get that message about what goes into…
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