12 posts tagged “vox hunt”
Show us something you're allegic to
In a bad, bad way. FYI, I'm like, the worst sick person ever. I am, believe it or not, not a huge fan of going to the doctor. It's a little ironic, I guess. I don't enjoy being medicated, although I am enjoying the fact that Zyrtec is OTC now... and that it makes me supertired about an hour after I take it. Sometimes less convenient than others :)
Show us your favorite flower.
I've loved tulips since I was a very little girl. When we lived in the old house, we used to have a garden where my parents had planted tulips and daffodils, and I used to wait until the end of February, when the bulbs would start to push up from the ground. And then I would know that it was spring. So they've always meant the end of winter and the coming fresh start of spring.
Show us a sign.
Video: What was the first R-rated movie you saw (or were allowed to see)?
Submitted by Lisa.
I saw it with Lindsay during the my first year of marching band camp. Her stepdad, Doug, bought the tickets. I don't do scary movies very well, and I left at least once to "go to the bathroom." I never told my parents.
Video: Show us a TV series you own or watched on DVD.
I own seasons 1-4 and 7 on DVD.
Show us an unforgettable memory from 2006.
I was blessed with the opportunity to travel to Israel in January. Even though it seems like a lifetime ago now, standing at the foot of the Western Wall was perhaps the closest I will ever feel to G-d, the Land of Israel, and the Jewish people.
It's really easy to be a postcard Zionist, to look at pictures and say that you love Israel. But until you stand along those enormous bricks, and the sheer magnitude of the wall and of the experience hit you simultaneously, you cannot comprehend the connection that a Jew at the Wall feels. You cannot understand the impact of the realization that a million people have touched that very spot on the Wall, rocking in prayer with tears in their eyes, overwhelmed by the presence of G-d. What did they pray for? A safe return from war? A bountiful harvest? A match made for a daughter? A healthy newborn son?
Those bricks carry a million memories, a million scraps of paper with wishes scrawled upon them, straight to the heavens.
Show us something unbelievable.
Show us something sweet.
Submitted by Gina Argentina.
