Monday, September 29, 2008
Rosh Hashanah begins at sundown tonight. Ryan and I wish everyone a happy, healthy new year.
I just got a call that Ryan and I have been chosen to do an aliyah during tomorrow's Rosh Hashanah service in honor of our marriage and my conversion. It's a big honor and hopefully I'll do everyone proud. I will have to practice tonight before watching The Hills.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Anna and I spent part of our day volunteering in the hot sun at Youth Fest, a fundraiser for Youthbridge. This was much more my speed after last night's foray at Bikes, Blues & BBQ. That involved loud music, rude people and semi-nudity. I also got pelted in the head with Guiness beads and saw a girl throw up in her beer. Lovely.
So, yes, after that, playing bean toss with a bunch of kids and doling out prizes was much more down to my tempo. It didn't hurt that our shift followed with Cold Stone Creamery (mmm Cheesecake Fantasy) and a quick trip to the mall, where I bought Ryan more things than I bought myself. Weird.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
My reviewrating: 5 of 5 stars
I loved this book. The heroine is very relatable and the love interest is almost too-perfect, but charming nonetheless. I put down this book and my heart was literally soaring and I had tears in my eyes. It's been a while since I could give such a good review to a book, especially one that is easily identified as chick lit.
It's been close to three years since I read The Devil Wears Prada, but I think this book clearly matches up.
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
OK, really, I like them. I always over-think what I'm going to wear to events, so really guidelines are good. No one wants to show up at a casual party in an organza gown. I get that.
But the ever-ubiquitous "dressy casual" is not only an oxymoron but also the death knell for an under-30-something young woman. Everyone has various opinions, and every individual seems to have varying definitions depending on the day you ask him or her.
I hadn't really encountered pre-set dress guidelines for events before I met Ryan. In my family, when you attend events there are three categories: Casual (BBQs, birthday parties, general get-togethers), daytime dress (showers, open houses, day-time weddings, graduations) and evening dress (night weddings). It's easy. We don't have black-tie optional to make us weigh the, well, options.
Sure, at evening weddings I've seen the gamut in our family. But, really, when it comes down to it, no one cares that I'm wearing a silk charmeuse halter and my cousin is wearing a jersey wrap dress.
Now, staring at invitations with dress guidelines, I'm thrown and instantly it seems I have nothing to wear. It's much easier for guys. What does dressy casual mean to them? Slacks, a nice shirt, no tie necessary. Probably what you would wear to meet work colleagues out for a drink or while attending a high school reunion or office holiday party. For more mature women, it's easier too. Nice dress pants, a fun shirt (the more embellishments the better I think) and heels.
But there's something about my age group that tilts these guidelines on its head. Not only do I have to pick out the "dressy casual" from among a slew of dressy and casual dresses, but I have to worry that it seems "too old" or "conservative" for my 25 years. And once you find a dress that seems young and hip, suddenly the embellishments on the front or the strapless neckline make it too dressy.
Add into the mix being the guest of honor and wanting to look your best and most special, and you've got a real mess on your hands.
So, finally, after weeks of looking, two dresses bought, one returned, pondering alterations and a lot of cursing to Ryan and inside of my head, I thought phuck it. I'm wearing what I want and I just don't care.
And that's that. Because frankly, what's appropriate for a party is in the eyes of the beholder. And I've decided I'm the beholder.
Now I just have to worry about what shoes and necklace to wear... And it all starts over again.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I had forgotten Rhett "Car Salesman" Bomar led Sam Houston State. Not so bad.
Game is kind of boring, but has been punctuated by an adorable duo of
kindergarten boys. When one proclaimed his love for the fictional (as
far as I know) Missouri Jaguars, the other replied, aghast, "I don't
like anything from Missouri!"
Well, 3-and-26 just converted by Jacques Crawford. Apparently KU has a
running game when Jake Sharp is stuck on the kicking team.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Thank you to our friends and family who gifted us our lovely formal
china, crystal, flatware and coordinating serving pieces. Our
beautiful kiddush cup made its first reprisal. I made a brisket
marinated in wine, latkes and challah.
This is also my first attempt at mobile blogging -- so we will see how
But, don't worry. This is not going to be a post where I pledge my Web devotion to updating my blog more frequently. I still probably won't. I just thought my blog needed a new look and a new focus for my life post-conversion. Frankly, it felt kind of wrong posting photos of Ryan and my exploits on Dickson and Massachusetts streets on a blog that was supposed to devoted to more of a spiritual calling.
So onto my first order of business on the new bliggy blog:
Happy Birthday to my dear husband (oh yeah, I got married by the way), Ryan! We celebrated with crockpot falafels (it can be done!), red velvet cake with cream cheese frosting out of the box/can and 29 birthday candles on the cake. I'm sure he'd want me to point out that he blew them all out on his first try.