15.8.09

Inspired by Reluctant Housewife, a.k.a. Melanie

So I'm truly inspired by a post Melanie (Reluctant Housewife) wrote back in April (read it here http://adventuresofthereluctanthousewife.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-that-kind-of-girl.html), and am going to be a big, fat copycat and do the same.

Here's a little bunch of random facts about me.

I was bullied a lot in school when I was younger. I specifically recall a girl (ironically named Melanie) who used to steal my lunch every day. I was in first grade and she was in second, yet she seemed sooo much bigger than me. I don't remember ever really standing up for myself. I was too scared. This same scenario played itself out again and again as I got older, but no one ever stole my lunch again.

My dad is gay and I'm a Jew. So if you're homophobic or anti-Semitic, go somewhere else.

I am not a big party girl, but I do love me a nice glass of Chardonnay or a Cape Cod with a lime.

I love to read. I love to write. I loathe when people ask me what I "do." I don't take enough pride in being a SAHM (stay-at-home-mom). It just doesn't sound very exciting, intellectual, or noteworthy. Yet there are sooooo many of us out there. And what we do is extremely important even though we don't get paid for it.

I am entirely too self-conscious for my own good. Current issues include (but are not limited to) the fact that I am hypothyroid after years of being skinny & hyperthyroid. My metabolism is getting to be more normal, which translates into I can't eat as much as I used to or as much as I want to. I love Jazzercise, but due to recent hernia surgery, I have to take a bit of time off, which is really bothering me. I am dying to get back to it because I feel like a slug. At least if I'm working out I can say that I'm working on things.

I have two younger brothers and I wish we were closer. I was a bossy bitch to them when we were growing up. And I should make a better effort now.

I am excited to be on the board of J-LEAD this year (Jewish Leadership, Education, Action & Development), a group of young Jewish adults looking to make a difference in the community. I am also having a quasi-interview this week with some people from the Alzheimer's Association (another organization near & dear to my heart) about possibly serving on their board. I'm nervous they won't want me since I'm just lowly SAHM. Such a vicious cycle, you see.

I am shy in person, I do far better with electronic communication. Writing comes much easier to me. Hence many arguments between my social butterfly husband and myself.

I like strawberries and puppies and things that are pink. I like poetry and pasta and people who are genuinely nice to me. I enjoy feel-good movies, foreign flicks, things with subtitles off the beaten path. I love reading and writing and Sylvia Plath. I like alliteration, rhyme, rhythm and the magic of words. I often relate to books better than I do to people. When I am your friend, I give myself to you completely. And if you shit on me, watch out. When I am your friend, I love you dearly and would do anything for you. I love giggling with girlfriends, date nights with my husband, taking my girls to the children's museum. I love fall and winter, Gerbera daisies, and being as GREEN as I can. I care deeply for animals, homeless people, and the Earth. I strive to be a better person every day. I love everyone else, but don't love myself enough. I am far too emotional & sensitive for my own good. I feel things very deeply, often more so than I let on. I cry when I see a stray animal (and sometimes take them home with me). I cry even more when I see a homeless person with a dog.

I wish I was creative. I wish I could draw or sing or play sports. I am klutzy and gawky and feel like Amazon woman. I know there are plenty of things I can do, but I tend to focus on the empty half of my glass sometimes.

Like Melanie, I am an anxious person. I used to take medication for this, but motherhood has mellowed me out a bit. I tend to get easily stressed. I'm a little OCD.

I also have a very good memory. And when you've stepped on my toes a few times....I don't forget. I am very honest & loyal(often to a fault), and I appreciate the same in return.

14.8.09

corny, but cute

I've drawn up a flier and tomorrow I'm going to make mass copies and then walk the neighborhood and leave them in mailboxes. The text of the flier will read:

Have you seen the latest way to go GREEN?
Terracycle is the name
Recycling juice pouches is its game.
Kool-Aid, Honest Kids, Capri Sun--
They'll take most any one.
Drink 'em up, toss the straw.
Tell everyone & your Grandmaw!
Save your empties for me
and I'll pick them up---so easy!
This is the simplest way I've seen
To quench your thirst and still go GREEN!

At the bottom I'll highlight the URL (www.terracycle.net) and list my phone number and email address so people can contact me or ask questions about it. In order for this project to really work/make a difference, I just need to reach more people. So for now, this is how I'm doing it. I hope I get even just 5 more people to save their pouches. Every little bit helps. I've already saved nearly 600 pouches from landfills with my friends' help, but....I want to do more.

I might also put some fliers up at local establishments that might let me---TCBY, Starbucks, etc.? Will keep you posted.

thoughts of substance

I realize this blog isn't the fabulous arena of lofty thoughts I'd like it to be. But you have to consider that I am a mother to three year-old twins. Secondly, you must realize that silence (necessary in order to arouse my writing inclinations) is a rare and surprising occurrence in our household. So when you check on my blog and frown at the boring posts, be patient with me and know that good things come to those who wait.

Now, for my inspirational quote & post du jour:

"If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I?
And if not now, when?" --Rabbi Hillel

I am constantly surprised by the number of Jews who either don't claim to be Jewish or are not at all active within their community/synagogue. When I think of the six million who perished in the Shoah (the Holocaust), I feel this aching responsibility to stand up and yell out, "I'm here! I'm a Jew!" So many Jews are marrying outside the faith (which I don't have a problem with) and this often leads to children who are not being raised as Jews...as this trend continues, the number of Jews in the world just keeps dwindling.This is not an attack on intermarriage; rather it's one explanation of why there are so few Jews. And while I am sure the opposite happens sometimes (i.e. a Jew and a Catholic marry and the Jew converts to Catholicism), I don't think Catholics are in any danger of being extinct.

I am proud of my Judaism. I love my synagogue (but we need to make an effort to go more often--it's hard with little ones). I make Shabbes every week---we light the candles, have challah & wine, say the blessings, and eat family dinner together on most Fridays. We have lots of Jewish friends. We have a mezuzah on the door. Our kids are being raised Jewish and I am so happy I married a Jewish man.

We love our temple. I know that as the girls get older we will spend more and more time there, and I am so excited about that! Rabbi Jacques Cukierkorn is truly phenomenal and has made me feel so welcome (it is sometimes hard acclimating when you weren't raised Jewish and yours truly tends to have a complex about "fitting in" or being accepted). New Reform Temple is the only place for us. It feels like a family. Check it out:
http://www.nrtkc.org/

10.8.09

Why I love Sylvia Plath

I thought I'd share my favorite-est quote from The Bell Jar (a book that really made me fall in love with Sylvia Plath). Perhaps it will inspire you to read it?!?!



Suddenly, after I finished a poem, he said, "Esther, have you ever seen a man?"

The way he said it I knew he didn't mean a regular man or a man in general, I knew he meant a man naked. "No," I said. "Only statues."

"Well, don't you think you would like to see me?"

"Well, all right, I guess so," I said.

I stared at Buddy while he unzipped his chino pants and took them off and laid them on a chair and then took off his underpants that were made of something like nylon fishnet.

"They're cool," he explained, "and my mother says they wash easily."

Then he just stood there in front of me and I kept on staring at him. The only thing I could think of was turkey neck and turkey gizzards and I felt very depressed.

9.8.09

A tummy sleeper no more

Sadly I am unable to sleep on my tummy for the moment. I had my hernia surgery on Friday and am very sore. It's definitely not as bad as my c-section was, so that's a good thing. I am off painkillers (can't tolerate those very well at all--bad nausea) and just alternating Motrin with Extra-Strength Tylenol. I'm hurting, but I know in a few more days it will be much more tolerable. I don't even have stitches---the surgeon used Dermabond to put me back together. Should be interesting to see how that heals up and what the scar looks like afterwards compared to my c-section (which I had staples and stitches for). I'm not too worried, it's not like I'm wearing a bikini or anything!!!

The part I dread most about any surgery is the nausea/vomiting. I can't stand that awful feeling from the anesthesia and pain meds...fortunately they gave me a good cocktail in my IV right when I woke up and that helped keep it at bay. But the disconcerting thing was that I was very aware when they were extubating me. I think they'd already taken the oxygen off, but the tube was still in my throat. I couldn't get air, and it seemed like an eternity--but realistically it was probably only a minute or two. I felt like I couldn't breathe through my nose either, and this giant tube was lodged in my throat---talk about awful!!! I was awake, but I couldn't move or open my eyes yet. But as soon as the tube was out and they brought Dan over to me, I started crying and babbling about the breathing tube. I sounded like I was drunk, all garbled and my throat was raspy, etc...I think after that experience, I'll take the nausea anytime! I don't like feeling like I'm suffocating. Ugh. So relieved it's over.

My dad and Kory are moving to Mississippi next weekend. I can't believe it's finally here. It's going to be so odd (well, more odd for the rest of my family who still lives in NOLA)....
 

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