There is a phenomenon that has expanded across the world in the milenium and that is Reality Television. These are shows about anything and everything you could think of.
Firstly, there is watching how a family or friends interact with each other week after week, including shows such as The Newlyweds, The Hills, and Keeping up with the Kardashians. From their fighting, crying, and caddy ways to the emotional outpours of love; its so hard not to get sucked into their life. You almost feel like you're living with them!
Secondly, there are the sport shows that have people competing against each other in natural environments for a prize. To name a few: Survivor, The Amazing race, and Wipe Out. Its almost unbelievable to see the extreme measures people take putting their lives at risk to win a large sum of money.
Thirdly, we have talent shows. Of my favorites there is American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance. Who doesn't enjoy hearing a soulful voice or watching graceful dancing slide across your T.V. screen? I mean seriously.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Breathe
6:30 am, alarm goes off. BEEP BEEP BEEP..."ssshhhhhhhh", I moan at it. As if this will majically make it stop. I'm too tired this morning. Wait...haven't I said this every morning this week? I roll out of bed hazily as I grunt to myself for staying up too late watching Grey's Anatomy. I mean I have DVR for a reason!
7:45 am, chopping up veggies for lunch and packing other foods for dinner at school. Squeezing out the mayo for tuna salad I realize its almost empty, I text my roommate its her turn to buy as I put the container in the correct bin for recycling to avoid a misdemeanor.
8:30-8:45 am ( depending on the day), with my arms filled with my lunch bag, purse, bookbag, and garbage bag from the past few days, I finally head out the door. My back is killing me, I think as my textbooks are weighing me down. I wonder whats doing with my Insurance? I meant to call the chiropractor to see if they'll cover more treatments...I better do that during my lunch break. Breathe.
9:00 am, so starts my workday. With my steaming cup of coffee in hand I sit down at my desk and read over all the notes of things that need to be done today. Call Insurance companies, they didn't pay correctly for this claim...John Smith wants to know if he can come in earlier for his followup, find out what time the Dr. will be back in from surgery and if it's earlier call him and give the ok...fax a copy of all medical notes regarding Jane Sawyer to the lawyer, she's suing her job because worker's comp failed to pay her bill...check phone messages/emails...confirm appointments/pull charts...where the heck is Jane Sawyer's chart? I know I saw it yesterday during billing? Breathe.
3:00 pm, rush out the door from work. Shoot, I left my cell phone on my desk. As I run back to get it I wonder if there will be traffic on the Cross Island today. I can't be late for my first Anatomy and Physiology exam, what will my professor think? I think he has it out for me anyway so whats the difference? Breathe.
4:00 pm, YAY! I made it! Take that New York drivers ;)
6:15 pm, trudging up the stairs to my English class, why did they put me on the 4th floor???
Breathe. Oh wait, I cant!
8:00 pm, class is finito! Time to go home...where did I park? Oh yeah, all the way down the street because they're doing construction to make it look prettier here. I have a construction idea...build more parking!
9:00 pm, "Honey I'm home", I call to my roommates playfully. I dump my bags on the couch, throw my coat over the chair and remove my wet snow covered boots. I walk into my room and grin at the site of my penguin pajama pants, sticking out from under my rumbled comforter. I'll change in a minute, I think to myself as I fall onto my big bed. For now I just breathe.
7:45 am, chopping up veggies for lunch and packing other foods for dinner at school. Squeezing out the mayo for tuna salad I realize its almost empty, I text my roommate its her turn to buy as I put the container in the correct bin for recycling to avoid a misdemeanor.
8:30-8:45 am ( depending on the day), with my arms filled with my lunch bag, purse, bookbag, and garbage bag from the past few days, I finally head out the door. My back is killing me, I think as my textbooks are weighing me down. I wonder whats doing with my Insurance? I meant to call the chiropractor to see if they'll cover more treatments...I better do that during my lunch break. Breathe.
9:00 am, so starts my workday. With my steaming cup of coffee in hand I sit down at my desk and read over all the notes of things that need to be done today. Call Insurance companies, they didn't pay correctly for this claim...John Smith wants to know if he can come in earlier for his followup, find out what time the Dr. will be back in from surgery and if it's earlier call him and give the ok...fax a copy of all medical notes regarding Jane Sawyer to the lawyer, she's suing her job because worker's comp failed to pay her bill...check phone messages/emails...confirm appointments/pull charts...where the heck is Jane Sawyer's chart? I know I saw it yesterday during billing? Breathe.
3:00 pm, rush out the door from work. Shoot, I left my cell phone on my desk. As I run back to get it I wonder if there will be traffic on the Cross Island today. I can't be late for my first Anatomy and Physiology exam, what will my professor think? I think he has it out for me anyway so whats the difference? Breathe.
4:00 pm, YAY! I made it! Take that New York drivers ;)
6:15 pm, trudging up the stairs to my English class, why did they put me on the 4th floor???
Breathe. Oh wait, I cant!
8:00 pm, class is finito! Time to go home...where did I park? Oh yeah, all the way down the street because they're doing construction to make it look prettier here. I have a construction idea...build more parking!
9:00 pm, "Honey I'm home", I call to my roommates playfully. I dump my bags on the couch, throw my coat over the chair and remove my wet snow covered boots. I walk into my room and grin at the site of my penguin pajama pants, sticking out from under my rumbled comforter. I'll change in a minute, I think to myself as I fall onto my big bed. For now I just breathe.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Eggs falling from the heavens?
It was a blistering day in "Hotlanta", and I was walking on the sidewalk as I did every weekend. Unlike most Saturdays, where I strolled back with friends from Synagogue, chatting about the newly engaged couples or new babies that were there, I found myself alone.
Sometimes I enjoyed walking by myself. I had a chance to decompress after the social craziness that happens after services end. Lost in my thoughts somewhere between wondering if I had sweat stains running down the back of my dress and whether or not I'm really interested in eating a large meal now, I felt something quite hard hit my back. " Ouch", I yelped! I peer around to look for an object that seemed to have fallen from the sky...or maybe a fruit from a tree? Quickly , sticking out of the plush green grass, I noticed a white ball. What the heck is that? I thought, as I picked it up. Almost simultaneously, I heard people yelling out at me and laughter from a car nearby. As I realize this white round ball is an egg I also realize what the words they are yelling out the window to me "you ___ Jew." I am dumbfounded. The car drives off to the sound of laughter that eventually dies. I peer to see if anyone else had seen this... but once again I am alone.
I stared down at the egg in the palm of my hand. Not really sure what to do, I just kept walking. I was trying not to focus on the pain emanating from my back. but apparently an egg being thrown from a car window hurts like heck!
A part of me wanted to cry and the other part wanted to laugh. Seriously, what idiots! I never experienced bigotry growing up in this decade, where everything is politically correct. But it got me to thinking.
On the rest of my walk home, I wasnt only hurting on the outside. I started to think of all the Jews during the time of persecution in the Holocaust and the Blacks in the time of the Civil War. How their pride must have been taken from them time and time again by acts of social injustices. It made me pain for all of them.
By the time I got home, I told my family a very detailed story of getting egged and by the end asking " and did you know getting egged really hurts!" They had all gotten very quiet from my story, but then everyone burst into laughter. I guess sometimes the best thing to do is laugh, hold your head up high, and move on. I changed and ate a very large , deliciously filling lunch :)
Sometimes I enjoyed walking by myself. I had a chance to decompress after the social craziness that happens after services end. Lost in my thoughts somewhere between wondering if I had sweat stains running down the back of my dress and whether or not I'm really interested in eating a large meal now, I felt something quite hard hit my back. " Ouch", I yelped! I peer around to look for an object that seemed to have fallen from the sky...or maybe a fruit from a tree? Quickly , sticking out of the plush green grass, I noticed a white ball. What the heck is that? I thought, as I picked it up. Almost simultaneously, I heard people yelling out at me and laughter from a car nearby. As I realize this white round ball is an egg I also realize what the words they are yelling out the window to me "you ___ Jew." I am dumbfounded. The car drives off to the sound of laughter that eventually dies. I peer to see if anyone else had seen this... but once again I am alone.
I stared down at the egg in the palm of my hand. Not really sure what to do, I just kept walking. I was trying not to focus on the pain emanating from my back. but apparently an egg being thrown from a car window hurts like heck!
A part of me wanted to cry and the other part wanted to laugh. Seriously, what idiots! I never experienced bigotry growing up in this decade, where everything is politically correct. But it got me to thinking.
On the rest of my walk home, I wasnt only hurting on the outside. I started to think of all the Jews during the time of persecution in the Holocaust and the Blacks in the time of the Civil War. How their pride must have been taken from them time and time again by acts of social injustices. It made me pain for all of them.
By the time I got home, I told my family a very detailed story of getting egged and by the end asking " and did you know getting egged really hurts!" They had all gotten very quiet from my story, but then everyone burst into laughter. I guess sometimes the best thing to do is laugh, hold your head up high, and move on. I changed and ate a very large , deliciously filling lunch :)
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Ode to the ATL !
Atlanta, Georgia...home of the Braves, Coca Cola, and Turner Broadcasting. I'm proud to be a native Atlantan. Even though I made the move to the big apple two years ago, I miss my hometown and all its "splendor."
Whether doing something trivial like taking a walk in Piedmont Park or feeling the need to be more social and go shopping at Lenox Mall. There's always something to do. Although my favorite pastime might very well be grocery shopping in Kroger at midnight, running into friends from the community.
I've come across all sorts of people growing up. From the red necks hangin' out at Stone Mountain... the wealthy "buckheaders" grabbing a bite to eat at Atlanta's finest dining... or the hobos who beg you for a buck in little five points.
Atlanta is also known to be the birthing place of many celebrities such as Ryan Seacrest, Kanye West, and even many American Idols contestants.
The street names are the best! I've gotten lost so many times because everything is pretty much named after the Georgia "peach." There's a story that's been going around for years about 4 streets parallel to each other in my neighborhood, Toco Hills. The names are : Merry, Christmas, Jody, Bramble...apparently the guy who paved them was trying to get a message out to his girl :)
Even though I'm starting to get used to New York now and take comfort in the sounds and smells that first turned me off, I'll always have a special place in my heart for where I grew up, the ATL!
Whether doing something trivial like taking a walk in Piedmont Park or feeling the need to be more social and go shopping at Lenox Mall. There's always something to do. Although my favorite pastime might very well be grocery shopping in Kroger at midnight, running into friends from the community.
I've come across all sorts of people growing up. From the red necks hangin' out at Stone Mountain... the wealthy "buckheaders" grabbing a bite to eat at Atlanta's finest dining... or the hobos who beg you for a buck in little five points.
Atlanta is also known to be the birthing place of many celebrities such as Ryan Seacrest, Kanye West, and even many American Idols contestants.
The street names are the best! I've gotten lost so many times because everything is pretty much named after the Georgia "peach." There's a story that's been going around for years about 4 streets parallel to each other in my neighborhood, Toco Hills. The names are : Merry, Christmas, Jody, Bramble...apparently the guy who paved them was trying to get a message out to his girl :)
Even though I'm starting to get used to New York now and take comfort in the sounds and smells that first turned me off, I'll always have a special place in my heart for where I grew up, the ATL!
Sunday, February 7, 2010
The Dating Game...
Kudos to all ya'll out there who have mastered the art of finding a mate because I'm in awe. To all the single ladies, Im right there with you.
I just got back last night from yet another unsuccessful attempt. Honestly, the whole thing is very draining. Im an orthodox jew and for those of you who don't know the process of our how we date, let me explain.
Basically, from the time we're a teenager we are told to dress smart, watch what we say, and pretty much watch what we eat. " You need a good match, and boys like girls who..."says our mothers. So begins the pressure.
A couple years out of high school, depending on the girl, we start what's called "being in the scene." This is strictly for marriage purposes.
Matchmakers or friends contact us or our mothers to "read" the boys and convince us why they think this is our husband. Once we say yes, we might talk on the phone a couple times and then set up the first date.
Sometimes first dates go well and other times they are disastrous. I eventually call these outright hilarious since all there is to do is laugh at some point :)
The awkwardness is what gets me the most. What a more uncomfortable way to meet a guy you barely know. Spending usually 2-4 hours with him while deciding at the end if you could possibly see him standing next to you while delivering his babies...yikes!
So here I am 2 years shy from my 30's and wondering is there a purpose to all this? I don't need a hundred cute, fun, charismatic, "perfect" guys to sweep me off my feet. I just need the one who'll fit perfect for me. Just one. Are you out there??? I look forward to that day when I meet him and, with a big grin across my face, say " Honey, it was well worth the wait!"
I just got back last night from yet another unsuccessful attempt. Honestly, the whole thing is very draining. Im an orthodox jew and for those of you who don't know the process of our how we date, let me explain.
Basically, from the time we're a teenager we are told to dress smart, watch what we say, and pretty much watch what we eat. " You need a good match, and boys like girls who..."says our mothers. So begins the pressure.
A couple years out of high school, depending on the girl, we start what's called "being in the scene." This is strictly for marriage purposes.
Matchmakers or friends contact us or our mothers to "read" the boys and convince us why they think this is our husband. Once we say yes, we might talk on the phone a couple times and then set up the first date.
Sometimes first dates go well and other times they are disastrous. I eventually call these outright hilarious since all there is to do is laugh at some point :)
The awkwardness is what gets me the most. What a more uncomfortable way to meet a guy you barely know. Spending usually 2-4 hours with him while deciding at the end if you could possibly see him standing next to you while delivering his babies...yikes!
So here I am 2 years shy from my 30's and wondering is there a purpose to all this? I don't need a hundred cute, fun, charismatic, "perfect" guys to sweep me off my feet. I just need the one who'll fit perfect for me. Just one. Are you out there??? I look forward to that day when I meet him and, with a big grin across my face, say " Honey, it was well worth the wait!"
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I Remember...
I remember frizzy Afro hair...
I remember "skip its" and pogo balls...
I remember having my tonsils taken out when I was 7 and waking up to a Minnie Mouse puppet waving hello in my face....
I remember sharing a room with my sister and always "sshhhhh" her because I couldn't fall asleep...
I remember Mrs. Kaufman, my 5th grade English teacher, who would reward us with toys from "happy meals"...
I remember watching "Raid of the Antebi"in 3rd grade and being terrified for days!
I remember the feeling each time I hugged my parents goodbye to go back to school out of town...
I remember "say say, my playmate" and "have a coke and a smile"...
I remember the dentist always telling me to floss and me coming back with cavities :(
I remember getting my braces off...
I remember Thanksgiving with the Fishers...
I remember Aunt Sara...
I remember A/S/L ...
I remember Braves Games...
I remember falling down my friends stairs that led to her backyard and getting a huge gash in my shin that eventually led to a big ol' scar :(
I remember "Faces By Faye"...
I remember watching my father take his last breath and crying out to the Dr. to check his pulse again, just to be sure...
I remember being in denial...
I remember being angry at G-d...
I remember acceptance...
I remember you.
I remember "skip its" and pogo balls...
I remember having my tonsils taken out when I was 7 and waking up to a Minnie Mouse puppet waving hello in my face....
I remember sharing a room with my sister and always "sshhhhh" her because I couldn't fall asleep...
I remember Mrs. Kaufman, my 5th grade English teacher, who would reward us with toys from "happy meals"...
I remember watching "Raid of the Antebi"in 3rd grade and being terrified for days!
I remember the feeling each time I hugged my parents goodbye to go back to school out of town...
I remember "say say, my playmate" and "have a coke and a smile"...
I remember the dentist always telling me to floss and me coming back with cavities :(
I remember getting my braces off...
I remember Thanksgiving with the Fishers...
I remember Aunt Sara...
I remember A/S/L ...
I remember Braves Games...
I remember falling down my friends stairs that led to her backyard and getting a huge gash in my shin that eventually led to a big ol' scar :(
I remember "Faces By Faye"...
I remember watching my father take his last breath and crying out to the Dr. to check his pulse again, just to be sure...
I remember being in denial...
I remember being angry at G-d...
I remember acceptance...
I remember you.
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