Fasting on Yom Kippur

Hi everybody! It's me again with another random blog. Today, I'm going to talk about my 2nd experience fasting for a Jewish Holiday, Yom Kippur. Yom Kippur is a holiday for Jewish people to start fasting when a girl or boy becomes Bat or Bar Mitzvah age. It started on Tuesday at 6:33 pm and lasted until 7:45 pm on Wednesday night. It is a tough holiday because you can't eat, drink, use fire or use electricity, or even write. It was extra hard because we couldn't use our phones, watch tv or even turn on and off the lights. I was keeping it together but in the middle of the fast I got really thirsty, but I was thinking of the positive things like its once a year and I can spend time with my family. My family and I were at temple at night on Tuesday and we were there the whole day on Wednesday. I was starting to get a headache, stomach ache, and I felt extremely nauseous. The worst thing about the fast was that it was extremely hot and we had to walk to the temple but it was about 5-10 minutes away from our house. I kept getting tired and not feeling well so I went home a few times but I prayed a lot in the temple and played with a lot of little kids that were there too. When the fast was over, I drank a whole bottle of water and rushed home to brush my teeth so I can eat.We ordered pizza and when I ate my second slice, I was about to throw up and had a horrible stomach ache because of the fast. I stopped eating and drank tea. The day after it was so hard for me to go to school because I went with a horrible stomach ache. When you fast for 25 hours, you should recover the next day because your whole immune system gets messed up. Overall it was an okay fast and eventually, I got better and I'm looking forward to next year's fast. (not really, haha) That's it for today everybody thanks for reading my blog!

xoxo, debs

My Skating Experience

Hi everybody! I'm back with another one of my random thoughts blogs. Today, I'm going to be talking about my experiment with roller skating in the past. It all started when my mom found this place called Skateland when she was driving around the area it was located. She went inside and saw that it was a roller skating rink. She came home then told me to try it out as a fun activity so I can get busy. I tried a few open sessions then got a personal coach for about 5 months. After I got really good at it and started skating extremely fast and not falling, my coach told me to join their team and be apart of it. I obviously said yes but didn't think of how much work and stress it would be. If I was going to be on the team I would have to go and practice about 4 times a week and go on the weekends very early in the morning like at 6 am. I was excited to meet new people and make new friends. After 3 months of warming up with the team, my personal coach started teaching me how to go backwards and do jumps, spinning, and do all these tough things. Everyday I would go home really late with a bunch of bruises on my legs. When I got really professional, I went to all these competitions at different skating rinks and would compete with other people. When I got medals, I got so happy but when I got last place or didn't place at all, I would be devastated. It was a tough sport because I had to always buy dresses and make sure I had good, comfortable skates. It got to the point after 2 years, when I was in 6th grade and I stopped because I got a lot of homework and didn't have time for it at all. I was so sad that I had to quit, but I was thinking to myself that I'm not going to quit, I'm still going to go sometimes for the open sessions and just skate around and have fun. I didn't want to be involved with all the stress that being on the team gave me. Now, I go sometimes and have fun without being so stressed out about it. So, that's the story of my skating experience.

xoxo, debs

The Big Move

Hi everybody! Welcome to my blog page where I talk about random thoughts that I have. Today I will be talking about the process of moving to a new house and how stressful and difficult it is. On May 2015 my family and I were ready to move into a new house. Every weekend we would go to open houses and everyday we would look for houses on Zillow. One day my mom was looking and she saw this beautiful house. We all judged it before we even went to see it but when my parents, brother, sister, and I went with a broker inside, we fell in love. It was in such a good area for a really reasonable price that a lot of people wanted to buy it. We were so excited and keeping our hopes up if the owner would let us put an offer and accept it. We were waiting for 2 weeks and finally the owner called the broker and gave problems to us but my parents were fighting for it and putting a higher offer until he said okay. We were ready to celebrate but we had to wait for the banks approval and get the key to the house. After a month of waiting and being anxious, it all got finalized and we were ready to move in. When we started to move everything, it was so messy because there were boxes everywhere and it was so overwhelming. I was really excited but I didn't think of how hard it would be to just move out of the house I was born and raised in. I thought after 18 years of having that house it was time to move and I was staying positive by remembering all the good memories I had in that house. We were ready to buy new beds, couches, paintings, and just make it our dream house. After a month we settled in and starting to enjoy the house with everything we loved in it. I was glad to move and start a new chapter in my life with my family. Over the summer all I did was enjoy and get used to the new house. After this long journey I learned that It's okay to move on and to keep the good memories of something you loved with all your heart. Well everybody, that's the story of how I moved to a new house in the year of 2015.

xoxo, debs