Delusions of Grandeur
Little frum girl moves to Southern California and imagines she can have it all—life devoted to Torah, education, Ph.D., family (eventually), career, and then some ...
Monday, October 31, 2011
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Deep Thoughts: The My Name Isn't Seymour Edition
- I may have made a ridiculous 6-layered rainbow cake for Parshat Noach this weekend, which mostly proves if someone gives me a crazy baking idea, I will go with it. This also means I now have 16 oz. containers of red, blue, and yellow food coloring. I am pretty sure this is enough food coloring to last a lifetime.
- Eruvs are really nice to have. The L.A. eruv was down this week and I may have had to tape the front door of my apartment building open, hide my apartment key, and nix the highest of my high heels all so I could, you know, leave my apartment on Shabbos. I'll chalk it up to practice for next year when I will be without an eruv, but really what this means is I just have to get better at walking in high heels.
- Is it weird that I got junk mail addressed to "Eli7 Seymour [my last name]"? Seymour does not even remotely resemble my actual middle name, which is good because I'm a girl. It came with a good coupon, though, so I'm not complaining.
- Now that I've stopped essentially hairspraying my makeup onto my face for three days at a time so I could look semi-decent all through the Jewish holiday season, my skin seems to be liking me better. Go figure. All I can say is this: It is quite obvious to me that the rabbis who thought up three-day yom tov were not makeup wearers.
- I did yoga last week. And I might have even liked it. Which is weird because I am so not the yoga type. But a massage therapist did tell me recently that my back was so tight she couldn't do anything with it and yoga might help, which seems to be as good a reason as any for doing yoga, I think.
Saturday, October 29, 2011
עוֹד ישמע בּערי יהוּדה וּבחצוֹת ירוּשלים קוֹל שׂשׂוֹן וקוֹל שׂמחה
“Don't marry the person you think you can live with; marry only the individual you think you can't live without.”
Mazal tovs are in order. (And this is probably also a good explanation of why I've been less present on my blog lately—though yom tov and schoolwork are the other, less exciting, culprits.)
I show a picture of the ring mostly because my fiance (fiance!), let's call him Doc, did such an amazing job on it.
I'll resume regular blogging, well, eventually...