Jews and Hullabaloos

Hannah's blog is awesome. I am all kinds of impressed. Not that I expected it to suck or anything, but she's a really fantastic writer and in all our years of friendship I never read anything non-academic that she'd written. She also has fabulous stories to tell. So quit reading about my boring-ass life and go look at her blog.

I fell asleep last night before 8 PM and slept until 7:30 AM. I then woke up for about an hour before going back to sleep until noon. Yes, Jeni, I know I'm a wuss and you are a better person than I am, but I have now recovered from my many many hours with children.

Wednesday night I went to a Jewish history class for 20-30 somethings taught by a rabbi I really like. He's the dad of one of the junior kindergarteners at work (an extremely cute one who has a Belle Disney Princess jacket) and exudes thoughtful spirituality while being extremely friendly and approachable. The class itself was very small and the other people I met were all very friendly and interesting and it seems like a fabulous community. I just wish it wasn't an Orthodox shul. It's modern orthodox, and apparently the men and women are on the same level and can see eachother and everybody's very accepting of however much or little you follow in your own life, but the men and the women still sit separately and it's still Orthodox. I may be jewier than my family, but it's a long way to orthodox. I eat cheeseburgers and would work on shabbat if offered money and believe humans wrote the Torah and that the messiah isn't actually coming and that God is more like electrified Jello than a human being. Still, I so far like Anshe Shalom better than the Reform congregations I've been to and it's more appealing than the big conservative one, too. Maybe if I wake up at 7-something again tomorrow morning I'll drag my ass over to shabbat services (I can take the bus so I'm not driving up to the door but don't have to walk over a mile in the cold first thing in the morning). Really, I should contact Josh (my random email Jew-buddy) and go with him one week. Not that we could sit together...God that's weird.

Speaking of Jews, Joel is sad. Send him happy thoughts.

Once again it is Ouchy Ouchy Uterus Time! I need to call my new potential neurologist and make an appointment and get my medications readjusted so I can figure out if there's a Pill that won't put me at risk for stroke but will make womanhood quite so unpleasant. Plus, with all the sex I have, I obviously need it to not get pregnant. Obviously. My brother just got diagnosed as ADHD and they put him on Concerta, which makes me wonder if I, too, have a medical deficit in my attention, but I am on enough drugs as it is.

Brian called tonight and it was really nice talking to him. I miss people. Sure, I'm on my way to making new people, but I love and miss my old people. Stupid space/time continuum.