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Nov. 23rd, 2003 07:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
queenrileySo looking back, I haven't updated for awhile. I mean, I made the post to make sure my fellow Houstonians survived the massive flooding and multiple tornados, but it'd been almost two weeks before that. So I really ought to update.
The thing is, I don't know what to update about. I could update about Alex, but I think you lot probably get tired of hearing about my daughter. Except my life kind of revolves around her right now, which is pretty pathetic, in a way.
I could update about my intro to Judaism class which is going really well, and how I'll get to start my real actual conversion class sometime in mid-January (and I won't have to drive for over an hour to reach the other end of Houston to get to it... I hate Houston traffic). But something tells me my views on religion would offend more than a few people on my friends list because... well... most of you are Christian (or atheist, or agnostic, or I'm just not sure). My views, though generally open and accepting, have rather negative feelings towards Christianity (which has NOTHING to do with my Judaism classes, I've had negative feelings towards Christianity since I started attending church when I was just a toddler... and those feelings only got stronger as I got older, and bordering on revulsion since moving to the Bible Belt). I don't wish to offend anybody or step on any toes, and I really think my conversion would bore most of you to tears anyway.
I could update about my wild party life, but I don't actually have one.
I could update about my complete lack of excitement for anything, but that's boring too.
I could update about my current obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer... something I used to be beyond obsessed with but lost interest in the show (mostly) after fourth season (which I didn't even like that much of). I've fallen in love again with seasons 1-3 and am watching them on DVD thanks muchly to Netflix. But I don't think many of you (though I know of a few) watch Buffy or know much of anything at all about Buffy, so it'd be kind of pointless wouldn't it?
I could update about the Thanksgiving mix-up! That's something semi-interesting... or... well... it's not really, but it's a story, and that's always good. See, I'd figured it out. Every year Jeff and I struggle to make an appearance at Meme's Thanksgiving dinner, his parents, and my parents. That's three Thanksgiving meals in one day... and it was killing us. We were always sick and miserable the rest of that day and the following weekend. This year Meme can't do her own, and so is joining either Jeff's parents or one of her other children. But that still leaves Jeff's parents (who eat at ungodly early hours, like 2... who wants dinner at 2 in the afternoon?) and then my parents. That's two turkeys, two dressings, two sweet potatoes, two green bean casseroles, two cranberry sauces, two pumpkin pies, two everything. And it's too much. So this year I had it figured out. My parents have me, Jeff, and Alex. We are the only family in the area who can come to Thanksgiving dinner. Jeff's parents have me, Jeff, Alex, Jeff's brother, Jeff's sister and her husband, Jeff's mother's parents, Jeff's mother's brother (who rarely shows anyway), Jeff's father's mother (Meme), and sometimes even Jeff's father's brother, sisters, and their families. So there is a big crowd there for Thanksgiving. I don't like big crowds. I don't like big crowds of people who don't like me, or pretend to like me because they have to, or are just starting to like me again and therefore examine everything I say to make sure I'm not insulting. I feel insanely uncomfortable at Jeff's parents house... and for that matter, so does he most of the time, especially at the family gatherings. It doesn't help that his mother is uber-religious and into Jesus, and his father is a Christmas fiend who has been counting down the days since before Halloween. So I figured it out. My parents are moving in a year, hopefully back to Virginia, though they are also looking into northern Texas (the hill country) because it's nice up there (whereas here is hellish). Since they are moving and we aren't likely to get many more (if any) Thanksgivings with them, and the fact that they only have us to celebrate with, Jeff and I talked about it and decided we'd eat dinner with my parents this year and stop in later in the evening for a visit with his parents, but we weren't doing dinner with them. Sounds like a great plan, and it would have been. Except I can't tell his mother that, or she'll be very upset with me and start another fight/blame war. But Jeff can tell her and she'd be okay with it, so it was up to Jeff. We decided this before Halloween. I assumed he'd told his parents. Until Thursday when he came home from picking something up at their house and said "My mom wants to know if you'll bring the green bean casserole this year." To which I replied "What? Of course I won't. We aren't eating dinner over there, remember?" He gave me his patented blank stare and I literally saw it click in his head. "Oh. Yeah. I forgot. I haven't told them yet." This was Thursday... a week before. Which means Lyn already has everything planned and bought and ready to go. Which means she's already done a massive cleaning and set things up for Alex. Which means she'll now be very very mad if we say we can't go. So we'll go there again this year... but I'm not eating and I won't let Jeff or Alex eat either. We'll stop in for an hour, explain the mixup but hang around until dinner is ready. Then we'll leave. Because I will not do to my parents this year what we ended up doing last year. My mother already has everything for a nice meal and she's counting on us because she has enough food for all of us. If we don't eat there, she wasted a lot of money and a lot of food. And we did it to her last year by not eating hardly anything because we'd eaten with Jeff's parents and Meme. And they have plenty of people to help them eat. My parents keep getting the bum end of the deal and for once I'd like them to get everything first.
I think that's all I had that I could update about. Though I'm curious now, because of my brief rant on religion above... just what religion, or lack thereof, are all of you? I can't do the poll thing because I don't have a paid account, so if you could just leave a comment with your religion.
The thing is, I don't know what to update about. I could update about Alex, but I think you lot probably get tired of hearing about my daughter. Except my life kind of revolves around her right now, which is pretty pathetic, in a way.
I could update about my intro to Judaism class which is going really well, and how I'll get to start my real actual conversion class sometime in mid-January (and I won't have to drive for over an hour to reach the other end of Houston to get to it... I hate Houston traffic). But something tells me my views on religion would offend more than a few people on my friends list because... well... most of you are Christian (or atheist, or agnostic, or I'm just not sure). My views, though generally open and accepting, have rather negative feelings towards Christianity (which has NOTHING to do with my Judaism classes, I've had negative feelings towards Christianity since I started attending church when I was just a toddler... and those feelings only got stronger as I got older, and bordering on revulsion since moving to the Bible Belt). I don't wish to offend anybody or step on any toes, and I really think my conversion would bore most of you to tears anyway.
I could update about my wild party life, but I don't actually have one.
I could update about my complete lack of excitement for anything, but that's boring too.
I could update about my current obsession with Buffy the Vampire Slayer... something I used to be beyond obsessed with but lost interest in the show (mostly) after fourth season (which I didn't even like that much of). I've fallen in love again with seasons 1-3 and am watching them on DVD thanks muchly to Netflix. But I don't think many of you (though I know of a few) watch Buffy or know much of anything at all about Buffy, so it'd be kind of pointless wouldn't it?
I could update about the Thanksgiving mix-up! That's something semi-interesting... or... well... it's not really, but it's a story, and that's always good. See, I'd figured it out. Every year Jeff and I struggle to make an appearance at Meme's Thanksgiving dinner, his parents, and my parents. That's three Thanksgiving meals in one day... and it was killing us. We were always sick and miserable the rest of that day and the following weekend. This year Meme can't do her own, and so is joining either Jeff's parents or one of her other children. But that still leaves Jeff's parents (who eat at ungodly early hours, like 2... who wants dinner at 2 in the afternoon?) and then my parents. That's two turkeys, two dressings, two sweet potatoes, two green bean casseroles, two cranberry sauces, two pumpkin pies, two everything. And it's too much. So this year I had it figured out. My parents have me, Jeff, and Alex. We are the only family in the area who can come to Thanksgiving dinner. Jeff's parents have me, Jeff, Alex, Jeff's brother, Jeff's sister and her husband, Jeff's mother's parents, Jeff's mother's brother (who rarely shows anyway), Jeff's father's mother (Meme), and sometimes even Jeff's father's brother, sisters, and their families. So there is a big crowd there for Thanksgiving. I don't like big crowds. I don't like big crowds of people who don't like me, or pretend to like me because they have to, or are just starting to like me again and therefore examine everything I say to make sure I'm not insulting. I feel insanely uncomfortable at Jeff's parents house... and for that matter, so does he most of the time, especially at the family gatherings. It doesn't help that his mother is uber-religious and into Jesus, and his father is a Christmas fiend who has been counting down the days since before Halloween. So I figured it out. My parents are moving in a year, hopefully back to Virginia, though they are also looking into northern Texas (the hill country) because it's nice up there (whereas here is hellish). Since they are moving and we aren't likely to get many more (if any) Thanksgivings with them, and the fact that they only have us to celebrate with, Jeff and I talked about it and decided we'd eat dinner with my parents this year and stop in later in the evening for a visit with his parents, but we weren't doing dinner with them. Sounds like a great plan, and it would have been. Except I can't tell his mother that, or she'll be very upset with me and start another fight/blame war. But Jeff can tell her and she'd be okay with it, so it was up to Jeff. We decided this before Halloween. I assumed he'd told his parents. Until Thursday when he came home from picking something up at their house and said "My mom wants to know if you'll bring the green bean casserole this year." To which I replied "What? Of course I won't. We aren't eating dinner over there, remember?" He gave me his patented blank stare and I literally saw it click in his head. "Oh. Yeah. I forgot. I haven't told them yet." This was Thursday... a week before. Which means Lyn already has everything planned and bought and ready to go. Which means she's already done a massive cleaning and set things up for Alex. Which means she'll now be very very mad if we say we can't go. So we'll go there again this year... but I'm not eating and I won't let Jeff or Alex eat either. We'll stop in for an hour, explain the mixup but hang around until dinner is ready. Then we'll leave. Because I will not do to my parents this year what we ended up doing last year. My mother already has everything for a nice meal and she's counting on us because she has enough food for all of us. If we don't eat there, she wasted a lot of money and a lot of food. And we did it to her last year by not eating hardly anything because we'd eaten with Jeff's parents and Meme. And they have plenty of people to help them eat. My parents keep getting the bum end of the deal and for once I'd like them to get everything first.
I think that's all I had that I could update about. Though I'm curious now, because of my brief rant on religion above... just what religion, or lack thereof, are all of you? I can't do the poll thing because I don't have a paid account, so if you could just leave a comment with your religion.
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Date: 2003-11-23 08:32 am (UTC)I always welcome a new person, especially a fellow Buffy lover. And baptists are okay sometimes. I am great friends with a very very devout baptist and he's a good man. My Rabbi says I need to show a little more respect for Christians, especially considering where we live (I am actually northeast of Houston and not in the actual city, so we are "rural" and "small-townish"). I have nothing against the religion itself, but rather the people I've met in it.