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Is it in you?

*UPDATE* THE PURPOSE OF A BLOG IS SO THAT PEOPLE WILL READ IT.  SOME PEOPLE CHOOSE TO BOTTLE UP ALL THEIR FEELINGS, I CHOOSE TO SHARE MINE WITH STRANGERS.  IF YOU DON’T LIKE WHAT I HAVE TO SAY, DON’T READ IT.

Or, in the words of Taylor Swift – if you don’t want me to write mean things about you, maybe you should stop doing mean things.

Alright kiddies.  Get ready for some serious hatorade.

I wish my sister would, in the words of Rahm Emanuel (as played by Andy Samberg), grow the fuck up.  Stop living in your little fantasy world.  Yall ever seen In Her Shoes?  Or read the book?  Yeah, it’s like that, except I’m not fat.

I think the reason it gets my blood boiling is because I wish I had a sister I respected.  Or someone  whom I could actually believe shared my DNA.

She’s not the only one really getting under my skin, though.

I’m tired of putting effort into friendships that are just not there anymore.  Especially when I’m the only one putting in effort.  What’s the point?  I have friends I love and who love me.  Not everyone has to stay close.

It just makes you sad when you close a book and open a new one, you know?

My mom thinks I’m just unhappy.  But it’s quite the contrary.  I told Shane just last night that I’m the happiest I’ve been in a long LONG time.  Maybe it’s marriage, maybe it’s not working a slit-my-wrists job, or maybe it’s just coming to terms with life and what I want out of it.

But I’m happy.  And that’s  more than a lot of people can say.  So I guess the heart of life is good after all.

This road I have been on…

I’m so sick of looking for jobs I hate. 

I’m so sick of people pretending they have careers that actually mean anything.  I just don’t want to get to the end of my life and be all, yeah, I climbed the corporate ladder and worked as some stooge, and I was good at it.  Not for me.

I need something more, something meaningful.  I know I have a book in me somewhere…and standup comedy is always an option right?  Haha…ha.   But about what shall I write?  How my heart hurts every time I come back to Dallas because I’m sick of the third-world country that is North Carolina?  How I was happy once…happy in Austin, happy with a meaningful existence, before the corporate world fucked me up beyond all repair?  Sometimes Shane and I don’t even balance out, because he’s very happy working day after day at the same company, doing the same thing…and all for what?  It makes no sense to me.  But…it makes him happy, so I don’t say anything.

I sleep at night knowing I’ve stayed true to myself.  I wonder how many people can say that.  No matter where I’m coming home from, I come home to a man who unconditionally loves me.  Not to mention, a dog who unconditionally loves his mommy!

So tonight I raise my glass to those of you who consider success to be a corner office, 6-figure salary (which…by the way, isn’t even that much, so stop being a snob), vacation houses in the Hamptons and first-class airline tickets.  To your health.  May you keep looking in the mirror and living an empty, shallow, loveless, brainless life.  On your tombstone it will say, “Was great employee.”  Mazel tov.

I’m living my life.  I’ll continue to write, scrape together money, write more, leave my legacy.  Have a few babies, cause why the hell not?  And now…for the new year.  A tradition thanks to my lovely friend Sherry (blogroll her). 

Season’s greetings, sluts.

One fun thing about December is that it’s a month for holidays for many religions!  Be it Christmas, Hanukkah, Eid, or Kwanzaa, we all have our reasons for the season.  But how shall we go about celebrating them the politically correct way?My husband and I decided to host a Merry Chrismukkah Tacky Sweater Party.  In hindsight I suppose we should have called it Merry Chrismukwanzeidkuh, but let’s face it, nobody would be able to pronounce it and it wouldn’t fit on an invitation.  This year was the first, and while there was a small turnout, I’ll venture to say it was enjoyed by all.  We donned our snowflake sweaters while channeling our inner Bill Cosby and got to town!  If you think about it, things like this are really the reasons people love the holidays – good food, drink, and company. Society gets carried away with the commercialism of it all.  I was overwhelmed when choosing which holiday card to send out!  There are simply too many from which to choose.  I finally settled on a simple red, black, and white one that read, “Happy Holidays.” 

But back to the Chrismukkah party.  Just selecting the invitation was task enough.  Do you know how hard it is to find holiday invitations without stockings, trees, or ornaments on them?  However, I did end up discovering a pale green one with multi-colored snowflakes.  Snow’s kosher for everyone, right?

I suppose our house can be a bit depressing, especially if you’re one of those people who likes to have their home look like Santa just vomited Christmas spirit everywhere.  We have no decorations whatsoever.  A lone menorah sat on our stove, as it was the second night of Hanukkah.  But I made sure to have Christmas cookies, latkes, and plenty of holiday cocktails to go around.

As a Jew, what’s known as the “December Dilemma” in our world can get a bit awkward.  People I meet automatically assume I celebrate Christmas and wish me a merry one; I get ornaments from coworkers as presents.  But the holidays for me are a sort of guilty pleasure.  It’s like going to a birthday party – you get cake, goodies, and favors, but it’s still not your party. 

So what can we do to make everyone comfortable and ensure a great holiday season?  Wish them just that – happy holidays!  And of course you can always throw in the standard, “…and a happy new year!”  Santa voice optional.

A nice little weekend planned…

Yes, I’m poking fun at Old School, but seriously.

Saturday – Bed, Bath, & Beyond, Crate & Barrel, Costco, World Market.

We got a nice new couch for the bonus room which magically transforms into a sleeper bed.  From World Market.  It’s cocoa colored and makes the new throw pillows really POP (I hate that phrase but oh well).  Here’s a pic:

It’s nice to have a couch on which to watch our free HBO!  We only get it upstairs because there’s no box up there. 

Today – Crate & Barrel, IKEA, TJ Maxx HomeGoods (love it)

Got a new desk and filing cabinet for the office:

And new towels (bamboo towels, so soft, num num num).
And new bedding for our room – long time coming!  We haven’t had a bedroom set in the two years we’ve lived together and have made do with a white duvet, throw quilts my grandma makes us, and Shane’s sister’s comforter from college.  I KNOW.  Even our guest room is all done up.  But now we have one and it’s so pretty – pic to come because our room now looks all moditional (that’s modern and traditional at the same time, fyi).

Oh yeah!  Totally forgot we also went to Kohl’s yesterday – got 4 items of clothing for 30 bucks.  Love that place. 

Now what do I have left to buy?  Linen napkins for Thanksgiving, new bath sets (wastebaskets, soap dispensers), and a little off the topic but a new dress for holiday parties.  Yay!

Wedding Weekend, Part I

Yes, this is how self-absorbed I am – writing about our wedding in PARTS because there is just so much to say.   At least I admit to my infatuation with myself!

Thursday, October 22nd – we left for Dallas.  Got picked up by my sister at the airport and headed home, where some extended family had already meandered down from middle America.   Dinner and drinks were had.   Met my sister’s new boyfriend, who fits in great with the family.  He’s already my favorite boyfriend she’s ever had – 25 yrs old, has a degree, a salary, and his own house.  AWESOME.   Here’s a fab shot of her at the rehearsal dinner.

Friday, October 23rd – Shane and I headed to the local courthouse, where we waited on a judge to waive our 72-hour waiting period.  Shane imitated Charlie from Always Sunny imitating Law & Order (“if it pleeeases the jury….”).  He’s funny.

After apprehending said waiver, we joined the caravan down to Austin!  Rehearsal at the Cowboy Pavilion followed by rehearsal dinner at County Line BBQ on Lake Travis.  Shot with all mah girls (bridal & house party):

And of course one of me and my new husband.  Just boarded the party bus for County Line!  Dad gets in on the paparazzi love.

Part II coming soon, but I have approximately 457,813 thank you cards to write, so no deadlines! 

P.S. Jessi

Here’s your man I promised.

“Are you my stripper?”

Ok, I swear.  Back to blogging.  I’ve been so bogged (blogged?) down with all the details of my upcoming nuptials, etc.

Oh, and also being super hungover after the BEST bachelorette party ever!  I love my friends.  I feel bad for other people, because I have the best friends in the world.  So here are some quotes/pics from the weekend, and you can make of them what you wish.

“I’m like the Hamburglar of booze!”

“Are YOU my stripper?!” – repeated multiple times…yeah, I was hoping it was Austin PD but alas…

God, I love those cops so much!

“I don’t want any dicks around my party.”  “What about vag?  Would vag be ok?”

“Jeanette, remember when you made out with that guy here?” “I’ve been here before?!”

“Hey, I’ve definitely pooped in this bar before!”

“Sir, this is a bus, sit down.”  “I can’t sit down!  Do you tell Karl Lagerfeld to stop the show?!”

I fucking love Austin.  Bartender wearing my hat pouring rum down my throat.  We know how to party.

Aaaaaand that’s where rum leads.  No, that’s not my phone number, so don’t call it.

Oh my God.  It was insanity.  Love. 

Can’t wait for Round Two!  Oh, I mean…our wedding ;o)

Looks like it’s time…

…for some old pics to make their debut!

Shane and I on our four year anniversary at Melting Pot…delish!  Officially 3.5 months til we get married…I can’t wait!  Our ketubah shipped today!  Beautiful.

A sweet Macker enjoying his carrot toy.  Also, judging from the computer cord, checking his email. 

Lovely pic of our living room…and, minimally, the dining room!

Peace up, A-town. 

Say yes.

Check out this article by my former professor, Dr. Mark Regnerus.  He writes a lot about religion, specifically in how it affects young adults’ decisions regarding sexuality.  It really is quite riveting, and it doesn’t hurt that he’s a genius. 

Freedom to Marry Young

Do Jennifer and Jake in the last paragraph sound familiar?  Yeah, that’s because it’s me and Shane! 

I really liked taking Dr. Reg’s classes (I think I took three sociology classes with him, one in which I wrote my interfaith marriage paper).  And I ended up getting to read a lot of his book before it was published, by being a research assistant under his tutelage. 

Which I shall shamelessly advertise now.

Forbidden Fruit: Sex & Religion in the Lives of American Teenagers

Jessi, you would like.

I also just found the book’s site: www.markregnerus.com

Mostly about the book, and methinks you need to change that to “three children,” Dr. Reg, in case you secretly stalk my blog! 

Ok, other than that, no other news except work is wearing me ragged and the best part of my day was rockin out the entire 40 minute commute this morning to my new Black Eyed Peas CD.  Guh, why do I love that Boom Boom Pow so much? 

Looking forward to…

A very fun weekend.  Well, starting tomorrow.

I’ve been absolutely swamped at work, pretty stressed (awesome zit breakin out on my chin, perfect).  I worked like a horse today trying to get some stuff off my desk, but of course as soon as I get one thing done, two more things come up out of nowhere.  Although I must say, even though I fell into Human Resources, it really is my calling.  I love helping employees, and recently in my spare time I’ve been helping laid off friends find jobs in their cities.  I do resume and cover letter touch-ups as well as mock interviews.  For free, of course, it’s not like I charge them!  Jeez.  It’s so rewarding, though.  Knowing that I’m really contributing to the backbone of a company.  Because who doesn’t need their rockin HR dept?!  Ok, enough about work. 

Tomorrow night will be very relaxing.  Shane and I are getting gussied up for our four-year anniversary (even though we have known each other/been “talking” for even longer than that!).  Four years is a long time, I realized.  We are heading to The Melting Pot.  Shane’s never been!  And I already ordered our menu and everything so it will be a surprise for him.  All we have to order is wine. 

Jess comes in town late Friday night.  We’ll certainly stay up til the wee hours of the morn, especially since I don’t have to teach dance in the morning.  Then we have a strict itinerary to which we MUST adhere:

10am massage at Zen Massage (got the couples Swedish so we chan chit-chat throughout our rubdown).
11:30am hair appts at Modern Salon & Spa
Lunch at Dean & Deluca
Mani/Pedis at Polished

And then…drumroll….murder mystery party!  Italian-themed!  Yummy food!  And I finally get to wear my New Year’s Eve dress that I didn’t actually get to wear, since it was oh, I dunno, NINE degrees in NYC or something when we were there. 

Should be fun indeed. 

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