Why I Don't Spell My Name With A 'K'

Props to H-Bomb (or, more specifically, to his friends who went in search of my blog and mispelled my name) for discovering the truly bizarre and disturbing rants of Kara.

Her world scares me. I'll stay here in mine.

Blogging is Not for Happy People

For some strange reason, the most interesting blog posts (and blogs in general) tend to be about something controversial or the trials and tribulations of life. There are so many blogs out there that are full of posts pointing out what's wrong in the political arena (domestic or international), what's wrong with religion (pick your god and/or denomination...there's a blog for you!), what's wrong with the blogger's life, or what's wrong with everyone else in the blogger's life. The major exception to this is, of course, Trep's blog, which manages to balance the good, the bad, the annoying, and the interesting.

The obstacle that this currently poses for this blog is that I'm happy. In the past handful of months, there've been some posts about shul-related frustrations, but that's really been the only irritant that might be of interest to others. I could post about why my classes aren't very satifactory this semester, but who would really care? I have a loving family, fabulous friends, a great boyfriend, an amazing internship...there's really nothing to kvetch about. It makes for a great life, but a terrible blog.

So, to those of you who actually read this, I'm open to suggestions for post topics. I'm coming up empty.

Polling Places Now Closed

Props to the very few people who read this and offered suggestions for the boyfriend's blog name. I thank you for your suggestions, and have decided not to go with any of them. I would particularly like to thank Anonymous Sibling's anonymous boyfriend (also known as Jeremy).

I am now bestowing upon my wonderful boyfriend the codename "H-Bomb". The reason for this is simply that this is the very silly name he likes to use when singing karaoke, and Karaoke Wednesdays were a strong contributing factor to his reeling me in over the course of the summer.

And for those who are fascinated by my love life (or the fact that I suddenly have one), I can honestly say that after spending the entire chag-filled month of Tishrei together, I am still not tired of H-Bomb's company. More amazingly, he isn't sick of me either. And really, at this stage of a relationship, what more could you ask for?

Name That Boyfriend!

The boyfriend needs a codename. I'm giving you all a chance to make suggestions.

For any OTI alumni in the audience, please note that 'Doughboy' is already banned from the list of possibilities.

Didn't See That One Coming...

At first, I could not figure out for the life of my why one of the visits to my world came from a Google search for "shoe repair dog teeth marks". I mean, it's better than some of the other weird searches that I can imagine, but it was still a puzzler.

So I did what anyone else would do...I opened a new page, went to Google, and performed the same search. I'm actually the 10th result (out of 851,000)! Turns out it links to an old post about my brother's dog eating a pair of much-loved black sandals last summer. Not nearly as bizarre or noteworthy as I had hoped.