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I requested Waitress from the library about three months ago (at least!) and it finally came in yesterday, so I watched it tonight. It was not as enjoyable as I had anticipated it to be. Frankly, I thought there was too much emphasis on the whole abusive husband thing. I guess I was expecting more of a triumphant girl story. Even though that’s what I got at the end, I still felt like it was lacking something.

Keri Russell did a great job in her role as Jenna. Adrienne Shelley was totally cute in her role as Dawn. I know that she died before this movie made it to the big screen, so I don’t know what her feelings would have been on it. Having not seen any of her other films, I can’t judge whether she would have been disappointed or not.

I was disappointed. It was not as cutesy and fun as I was anticipating. I did enjoy the ending, though.

My favorite quote from the movie was from Jenna. At one point, near the end, she says: I was addicted to saying things and having them matter to someone. This line totally stood out to me because I’ve so been there. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was able to start saying things and have them matter to someone. Of course, I’ve learned many times, the hard way, that sometimes the things you say to people are better left unsaid and don’t really matter to that person. In only one of those cases have I not completely regretted the things I’ve said. However, on the other hand, I’ve regretted the things left unsaid.

It’s windy. Again. Or still. I’m not even sure at this point. All I know is that I woke up with a headache. The kind of headache that feels like it’s going to last for three days because it has nothing better to do.

Also, I really fucking hate my job. It bugs me to go to work everyday. I literally dread it. I daresay I dread it more than camp. Well, maybe not. No, definitely not more than camp. I would look for a new one, but the odds of finding one are slim and none, so I will soldier on. (Please don’t feed me a line of crap about how I should be grateful I even have a job and I should take the experience for what’s it worth. I’ve heard all that before and none of it is true. When an experience becomes so bad that you want quit, you are no longer taking anything valuable from it).

I need a vacation. But I won’t get one until June. And then I’ll be stuck here anyway because my dad’s mother is coming to visit. Which basically means I get to give up my room for five days and listen to her judge everyone and tell my parents what a crappy job they’re doing because they don’t let my brother and I be independent.

Please don’t try to leave encouraging comments and cheer me up. Odds are high that it isn’t going to work right now.

Since it’s still Passover for a few more days, I thought I would share some jokes that I found in the local Jewish Reporter.

The Queen calls her ministers to remind them that the time has come to appoint three new knights. They decide on a famous author, an economist, and, for science, Sol Rabinowitz. The Minister Plenipotentiary personally calls on Sol and explains how the ceremony will proceed. First, he is to kneel before Her Majesty. She will place the sword of state on his right shoulder and he is to recite the Latin words supplied by the minister. Next, the sword will be placed on his left shoulder and he is to recite the same Latin words. Then, he is to rise, bow and kiss her hand, and so be welcomed as a Knight of the Garter, “Sir Sol Rabinowitz”, for all the world to know. The next day after the Seders, he appears at the ceremony. When he kneels and the queen places the sword on his right shoulder, Sol’s mind goes blank and all he can remember to say is “mahnish tana ha laila hazeh,” which he repeats after the sword is placed on his left shoulder. Later on at the reception, the queen asks her minist, “Why is this knight different from all the other knights?”

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An elderly man in Miami calls his son in New York and says, “I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing. 45 years of misery is enough.

“Pop, what are you talking about?” the son screams.

“We can’t stand the sight of each other any longer,” the old man says. “We’re sick of each other, and I’m sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her,” and he hangs up.

Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, “Like heck they’re getting divorced,” she shouts, “I’ll take care of this.” She calls her father immediately and screams at the old man, “You are NOT getting divorced! Don’t do a single thing until I get there. I’m calling my brother back, and we’ll both be there tomorrow! Until then, don’t do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?” and she hangs up.

The old man hangs up his phone and turns triumphantly to his wife. “Okay,” he says, “The kids are coming for Passover, and they’re paying their own airfares.”

*I think that phrase was from Ren and Stimpy, but I could be wrong.

Some stuff that is making me happy lately:

1. Juno. I bought it on dvd today and cannot wait to watch it.

2. Dayenu. This song just makes me happy. I listen to it obsessively; at least once a day, but usually two or three times. Plus, it’s my ringtone on my phone that never rings so I haven’t actually heard how it sounds as a ringtone. Because I love it so much and it’s Passover, I’m sharing it with everyone who reads this blog. Dayenu means “it would have been enough” in Hebrew. So, dayenu to life. It is enough right now.

3. Anything related to photography. I am dying to hit the bookstore and get some more National Geographic Field Guides. I’m reading the travel one right now and have gotten some good tips. It’s making me even more excited for Alaska this summer…I cannot wait to take pictures. AND, I found out there’s an old cemetery in one of the ports we’re going to, which thrills me no end. I’m just odd enough to get excited about photographing a cemetery.

4. This sedar plate and this sedar plate. I just discovered Gary Rosenthal through my new Lilith Magazine and I’m hooked. He’s got some gorgeous stuff that I wish I could have now. But since my mother thinks all religions are cults, I have to keep my spirituality and faith (even though she’s Jewish, too) under wraps until I move out. She thinks it’s weird that I like being Jewish and enjoy the stuff that goes along with it.

5. Being organic and vegetarian. I had coffee today and feel like crud. I guess it’s back to Passion Tea Lemonade for me, which is fine, since it’s less calories anyway.

6. 84 days until we cruise. Still not getting too excited, but soon. Don’t get me wrong. I’m excited and can’t wait to go, but 84 days is a long time. Good thing I’m working all summer. I’d go insane if I was going to be home for the summer.

1. I was on iTunes last night looking for some new Jewish music. I’ve been wanting something other than covers of the prayers that I know so well. I found lots of great stuff, but I also found that nearly all of the Jewish music at iTunes is filed under Christian and Gospel. I can assure that the Jewish music I listen to is neither Christian nor Gospel. Surely there must be someone at Apple who is Jewish and can set these people straight. There are even reviews on there stating that the music is filed under the wrong genre.

2. I got this quote in my e-mail yesterday and thought it was really fitting for how I’m feeling right now: Instead of judging, start accepting yourself with all the imperfections, all the frailties, all the mistakes, all the failures. Don’t ask yourself to be perfect. That is simply asking something impossible, and then you are feeling frustrated. You are a human being. (Osho, 1931-1990, Indian Spiritual Leader)

3. Cool stuff about Israel

4. The wind is wearing on my nerves. I’ve had a headache off and on for three days now. I can’t breathe through my nose and I just want to sleep. Could someone please turn the wind machine off?

5. 88 days until we cruise. It’s almost time to start getting really excited, but not quite yet.

I think that’s it for now.

but what else is new? I always feel like I’m on the outside looking in. I’m missing out on doing fun stuff with my friends (and I’m rapidly losing those friends, or so it seems). I go months, even years, without talking to or seeing my friends. It doesn’t help that they don’t live here, through no fault of their own.

Some days I’ve got half a mind to just pack it up and move to a completely new place and go it alone. But that terrifies me, a little bit. I just know that I need a change. I’ve been questioning a lot of things lately and I’m just not sure how to go about making the changes I know I need to make.

So, if you’re reading this, it’s not directed at anyone specific. It’s just some general thoughts I’ve been having about the people that I have (or don’t have) in my life at the moment.

92 days until we cruise.

30 before 30 is complete, including links for some things.

4 more Sundays of religious school. This makes me happy and sad at the same time. I had fun doing it, but I’m excited to have new kids and revamp my entire program. I’m planning to start on this pretty soon. I learned a lot, but I still have a lot more to learn and figure out.

and by 96, I mean 95.

That number is representative of the amount of days I have to cross off the calendar before we leave on our cruise.

We are going to Alaska. By we, I mean me, my parents, my brother, and my grandparents.

I am beyond excited, however I am trying to remain neutral about the entire thing because 95 days is a very long time to wait for something like that.

gen-soy protein bars

fruit punch vitamin water

music

i love lucy

trying to become organic+no meat (it’s really hard, by the way, for some reason)

keeping up with the kardashians

traveling

books+reading

this afternoon, after the kids were up from their naps and had snack, they were running amok around the classroom, like it was a free-for-all. Mona and I were trying to get a bulletin board going. Well, I happened to walk by the art center and I noticed there was marker on the floor. I asked Sammy if he had done and he said no. He told me Max did it during nap time. So, I called Max over and asked him if he had colored on the floor. He said yes and when I asked him why, he said, (and I quote), “you put me there”, meaning he was on his cot there during naptime. They aren’t allowed to have anything but books during naptime (if that), but he got a hold of some markers somehow and drew all over the floor.

So, we made him clean it up. He kept asking me for help, but I told him that nobody but him had drawn all over the floor, so he wasn’t going to get any help in cleaning it up.  Needless to say, I don’t think he’ll be drawing on the floor again anytime soon.