I read an article a few weeks ago that said that a study found that 33 is the "happiest" age.
My first reaction? Well, crap. I'm 33. And this year has pretty much sucked. Am I wasting what is supposed to be the happiest year of my life?
It's just a stupid article. But it got me thinking.
About myself. About happiness. About control. About letting go. About life.
(Warning, this is going to be a deep one.)
Showing posts with label Religion can be weird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Religion can be weird. Show all posts
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Pic of the Week - Oh Christmas Tree
It may be a bit puny. Stubby. Sparsely decorated.
But it's ours. And man, it smells good.
Just looking at it puts me in a good mood! Yay for Christmas!
But it's ours. And man, it smells good.
Just looking at it puts me in a good mood! Yay for Christmas!
Friday, October 7, 2011
This weekend I am STUFFING MY FACE
Tomorrow is the Jewish holiday of Yom Kippur. Before I look it up on google, let me tell you what I know about it:
It's a really big deal Jewish holiday. The most important one I think. No gifts are involved. Instead, you are supposed to go to temple tonight. And then again tomorrow. You are supposed to fast for 24 hours (starting tonight). You are supposed to think about all the crappy things you did this year, and feel really, really bad about yourself. And then you are supposed to do better next year.
And now the official description from Wikipedia:
"Also known as Day of Atonement, [Yom Kippur] is the holiest and most solemn day of the year for the Jews. Its central themes are atonement and repentance. Jews traditionally observe this holy day with a 25-hour period of fasting and intensive prayer, often spending most of the day in synagogue services."
Well, hell hath no fury like a Jew stuffing their face, and Lord strike me down for my synagogue non-attendance. But, much to my in-laws horror, we won't be going to services, and I certainly am not going without food. (I'm pulling for Olive Garden for dinner this evening).
It's a really big deal Jewish holiday. The most important one I think. No gifts are involved. Instead, you are supposed to go to temple tonight. And then again tomorrow. You are supposed to fast for 24 hours (starting tonight). You are supposed to think about all the crappy things you did this year, and feel really, really bad about yourself. And then you are supposed to do better next year.
And now the official description from Wikipedia:
"Also known as Day of Atonement, [Yom Kippur] is the holiest and most solemn day of the year for the Jews. Its central themes are atonement and repentance. Jews traditionally observe this holy day with a 25-hour period of fasting and intensive prayer, often spending most of the day in synagogue services."
Well, hell hath no fury like a Jew stuffing their face, and Lord strike me down for my synagogue non-attendance. But, much to my in-laws horror, we won't be going to services, and I certainly am not going without food. (I'm pulling for Olive Garden for dinner this evening).
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
The Ceremonial Snipping
It's going to be a quick post today. We are in the midst of packing up the car to get on the road to New York, so we can attend the bris of our nephew tomorrow.
We are so excited to meet him. I mean, what is more precious than an 8 day old newborn baby that is not keeping you up at night? But as quickly as we meet him, he will be whisked away by some old guy with a kid doctor kit and no medical degree, who will cut the skin off his penis with no anaesthetic. Oh wait, they do give the baby a little bit of wine afterwards to numb the pain. That makes it all the more acceptable.
We did a bris for both of our sons. I didn't particularly want to, but it was important for my husband to have his childrens' penises snipped by an old Jewish guy in front of friends and family. I have to say, it wasn't as traumatic as I thought. For some reason (the wine perhaps?), neither of my kids really cried. It was a pain to deal with the aftercare (picture raw, red, bloody newborn baby penis), but I suppose we would have had to do that even if they had been circumsised in the hospital. (And I'm not going to engage in the circumsised versus non-circumsised debate that seems to be so prevalent these days - to each his own, do what you want with your kids' penises).
We are so excited to meet him. I mean, what is more precious than an 8 day old newborn baby that is not keeping you up at night? But as quickly as we meet him, he will be whisked away by some old guy with a kid doctor kit and no medical degree, who will cut the skin off his penis with no anaesthetic. Oh wait, they do give the baby a little bit of wine afterwards to numb the pain. That makes it all the more acceptable.
We did a bris for both of our sons. I didn't particularly want to, but it was important for my husband to have his childrens' penises snipped by an old Jewish guy in front of friends and family. I have to say, it wasn't as traumatic as I thought. For some reason (the wine perhaps?), neither of my kids really cried. It was a pain to deal with the aftercare (picture raw, red, bloody newborn baby penis), but I suppose we would have had to do that even if they had been circumsised in the hospital. (And I'm not going to engage in the circumsised versus non-circumsised debate that seems to be so prevalent these days - to each his own, do what you want with your kids' penises).
Friday, June 17, 2011
Boys
[Yes, the long awaited post.]
I've seen a fair number of penises in my life. Well, not too many, probably the normal, appropriate amount. Enough to know what they look like and how they work.
But that doesn't prepare you for a baby boy. You learn quickly that you've got to cover that thing quickly during diaper changes or you'll get splashed in the face by a yellow fountain. (Despite my own advice, this still happens to me every few days). And you definitely have to push it down when you put on the diaper. Always push it down!
To complicate things, within the first weeks of life, if you decide to circumcise, you also have to deal with bandages and vaseline and a raw, red penis. We are Jewish, and so we did a bris for both our boys. That means some old guy comes to your house with what he considers to be a "medical kit" and cuts the skin off of your precious baby's penis right in front of you. I was more than willing to forgo this tradition (and get my kids circumcised in the hospital, where I don't have to be in the room), but my husband insisted on it. And my dad even watched both times. Gross.
I've seen a fair number of penises in my life. Well, not too many, probably the normal, appropriate amount. Enough to know what they look like and how they work.
But that doesn't prepare you for a baby boy. You learn quickly that you've got to cover that thing quickly during diaper changes or you'll get splashed in the face by a yellow fountain. (Despite my own advice, this still happens to me every few days). And you definitely have to push it down when you put on the diaper. Always push it down!
To complicate things, within the first weeks of life, if you decide to circumcise, you also have to deal with bandages and vaseline and a raw, red penis. We are Jewish, and so we did a bris for both our boys. That means some old guy comes to your house with what he considers to be a "medical kit" and cuts the skin off of your precious baby's penis right in front of you. I was more than willing to forgo this tradition (and get my kids circumcised in the hospital, where I don't have to be in the room), but my husband insisted on it. And my dad even watched both times. Gross.
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