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It really happened...

Last night I had the amazing experience of attending my brother's wedding. Let's not begin this story at the beginning, because the beginning includes all the stress and the lateness and frustration. Let's begin with the kabbalas panim because that's where things started to settle down...and that's when the entire chosson's family (chosson included) arrived. As was to be expected, the kallah, Mya, was absolutely stunning. None of us could get over how beautiful she was, and I'm sure my brother's heart skipped a beat when he saw her as well. When I saw her for the first time in her gown and makeup, I actually lost my breath for a fraction of a second. No exaggeration. That moment was also the first one where the enormity of what was happening that day hit me. It was the first, but definitely not the last. The next was seeing my brother standing under the chuppah. That's when I started to tear up. But the moment where it all came to a head,

STOP!!!!!

You see the title of this post? That's what I want to scream at the world almost every day. Every time another friend gets married or pregnant, or every day that I realize I have new and bigger responsibilities. Every time another person I know suffers a tragedy. Sometimes I just want to revert. It doesn't help that it's been 6 months since I deactivated my facebook account and only just reactivated it for this short trip to Israel. I've been bombarded with change. Just going through my friends list and seeing all the girls with new names, I became very aware that time stops for no (wo)man. The past year has been a rocky one for me with ups and downs and the occasional diagnals, but all that is status quo. As I believe I've mentioned before in previous discussions on the matter, change terrifies me. I spent much of my first night of marriage crying and wondering what the heck I had just done. By the next week, it had become normal. The same with my first

Somebody's Getting Married

I'm preparing to embark on an epic journey. It is a journey to Israel for my brother's wedding. I'm very excited and have already started packing. Truth be told, packing isn't nearly so hard when you're only going for 2 weeks, as opposed to for a whole year. The only issue is that I'm going for two weeks during which there will be a wedding and sheva brachos. That means I'm going to have some tightly packed suitcases. But never fear! I'm resourceful! I'll figure something out. :) I'll be leaving on Sunday and coming back on February 1st. Don't worry, I expect my internet presence will still be around. Anywho, if there's anyone in Israel who wants to see me, I'll be with the Aaronson's in RBS. You can probably reach us through them until we know what our phone number will be. I'm sure I had a lot more to say earlier today, but this will have to do for now. Seeing as how I'm brain dead at the moment and all. Have

Relapsing

As my sister prepares to host her 2nd Annual Cake Awareness Conference, I've been receiving a lot of emails from Facebook. My sister doesn't want to exclude me from the event's updates just because I'm not able to attend or on Facebook anymore so she (somehow) sends me all of the same materials sent to the rest of the group. While I'm glad that I get to enjoy the planning aspect of this event, it does lead me to the Facebook homepage on occasion, questioning if I should just log-in and restart my account. "I could just shut it right back down again," I tell myself. I sit there, shaking, drooling--in short, jonesing--desperately trying to make this pivotal decision. Finally, I have to pull myself away. I can't go back there or I risk relapsing into old habits. Stalking friends and family (and worse, vague acquaintances!) and getting emotionally involved in their lives when I'm not really a part of them. It's too depressing, and it's

More Food? Oh Yes...

Well this shabbos certainly was nice. We got a (relatively) last minute invitation to go to Mark and Frayda's house for dinner where I got to spend time with many of my friends and their adorable babies (and one terrifying gorilla). My friends have some really cute babies (and some freaky gorillas) and I honestly don't think that I could pick a favorite. Well, I could but it might offend people. I think my favorite baby at any given moment is the one that's smiling at me. It really is irresistible, isn't it? That precious little smile that babies have. I think it's because, unlike adults, when babies are happy it is real, pure happiness. There's nothing behind the smile except simple joy, and that comes through. Happiness that pure is bound to be infectious, and it just makes you all squishy inside. For shabbos lunch, I had the honor of hosting Aviva, Andy and Yaella (and my brother). I made mac salad (my specialty), broccoli kugel ( Jamie Geller'