Fashion shot at the Western Wall, taken by my little sister, Sophie.
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Fashion shot at the Western Wall, taken by my little sister, Sophie.
For some reason, a memory just popped in my head of a game I used to play with my dad when I was a little girl of approximately age two or three. After I finished my bath, my dad would wrap me up in a big towel, scoop me up and cover my face so I couldn't see. He'd cradle me in his arms so I'd stay warm and would carry me into different rooms of the house and ask "What room are we in?"
I'm not exactly sure what made me think of this- maybe it's because it's Hanukkah, a holiday I associate with family, or maybe it's because my dad is coming to pick me up from school on Saturday.
Honestly, I think it might be because this memory represents my childhood, a time that seems so far away. In just two days, I will take my last final on Boston University's Charles River Campus. I will pack up my dorm room and head home for my last winter break. Though I still technically have one semester to go, I feel like college, and my childhood, are over.
A part of me still wants to be that little girl, safely snuggled in my father's arms. I want to hide my face in that protective towel and not have to figure out "what room I'm in" on my own. There's a great big scary world out there, and right now, all I want to do is close my eyes and hide in my daddy's arms.
I have a great relationship with my parents. Sure, it's not perfect, but what relationship is? If I'm upset, I know my mom will give me the tough love I need- she's great at putting things in perspective. My stepdad and I don't usually talk about serious things, but when we do, he's always willing to listen. My stepmom is great at discussing my love life, and serves a friend/parent role. My dad doesn't always know what to say, but it's clear from what he does share that he loves me and only has my best interest in mind.
Here's an excerpt from a Skype conversation I had with my father yesterday:
"I really can't do the boyfriend thing, just dumb horse jokes pictures,You really need Donna for the boyfriend stuff. Alls I know is that you are really beautiful, inside and out and any boy would be extremely lucky to have you. So, that being said, just keep doing what you are doing and life will be good."
And then he emailed me photos of my sister's horse, Tuesday. My stepmom recently rescued her (she saves a lot of animals...it's kind of her thing) from an unhealthy living situation where she was malnourished and unhappy. The photos below are from when she and the vet gave Tuesday a bath at her new home:
Well, not to jinx it, but life is going pretty well right now. A close friend of mine from high school just got engaged and another friend got into med school. I'm so excited for both of them. It's ridiculous to think we're old enough to be getting married, graduating from college, going to med school/grad school, looking for our first jobs...
On a much smaller scale, a few exciting things have happened to me this week:
My little cousins never cease to crack me up. On Friday night, after a delicious dinner, two of my cousins (who shall remain nameless) came running out of the bathroom completely naked with a huge announcement:
"______ pooped a lower-case e!"
Though I didn't actually see my cousin's err... masterpiece, I thought it was pretty funny, albeit disgusting. But hey, that's my family for ya!
10 minutes later, as I was about to leave, the "pooper" came up to me and gave me a big hug, and admitted:
"I didn't wash my hands or wipe my butt!"
Yeah, I've gotten used to it by now.
All photos via...or my stepmom
36 hairpins sitting on my bathroom sink
8 groomsmen looking dapper
7 bridesmaids in long, pale dresses
6 hours of wedding fun
5 cousins in from Israel
4 rounds of conditioner to get the hairspray out
3 strands of pearls laying daintily by my throat
2 bloody toes- a stiletto incident
1 new sister to shop with at Loehmann's
I think my favorite part of the wedding was when Esty, my brother's new bride, smiled at me and said:
About 3 weeks ago, one of my blog friends (who I also like to think of as one of my real friends) tagged me with the "keepsake award." Unfortunately, I haven't had a chance to come up with a good post idea...but, after much thought, I've finally come up with the perfect keepsake to share with you: some advice my cousins drunkenly gave me at a family wedding.
What's even better is that this post comes directly from my original "blog" aka one of the many journals I attempted to keep throughout the years. Thanks so much for the award, Mishi- this post is for you!
November 7, 2004
Looking back on the advice given to me as a 16-year-old, I can only laugh. I was so young and impressionable- I literally wrote down all of my cousins' advice so that I could refer to it later. It's funny to think that at that time I had never skipped a class (ok, there was that one time my friends and I cut gym in the 10th grade) and had only indulged in the occasional sip of wine from my dad's glass.
So there you go- I hope you enjoyed this little "keepsake" of mine. I'm going to tag the lovely Ashely, because I'm sure she has TONS of great keepsakes to share!
While most girls cite milestones such as their first period or their bat mitzvah as their entrance into womanhood, I always felt differently. As a teenager, I decided that I first became a woman when I acquired my very own library card. I used to (and still do) love going to the library, pouring over the shelves and grabbing as many books as I can. Though I think my mom used to limit the amount of books I took home per trip, once I got my library card, I could bring home as many as I wanted...but they were my responsibility. Sort of like children...just kidding :)
Today, I celebrated a similar milestone, but instead of becoming a woman, I became a grownup.
As I entered my cousins' house to dine and do laundry, I gravitated toward the kitchen and was immediately given a glass of wine- part 1 of grownup-ification.
I then cut some limes, curled up in a chair and read cookbooks. My cousin Jocelyn directed me to sit at the adult side of the table, and once we started eating, I accepted a piece of salmon. This may not sound like a big deal to you, but I've had fish probably a total of two times since I was a baby. (Apparently, I used to love eating flounder, which really upsets me, because I was always a huge fan of this guy.) My mother HATES fish, so we never have it in the house. I decided that trying (what I deem) a more mature cuisine was part 2 of grownup-ification.
And finally, part 3 of grownup-ification, as the children escaped excused themselves from the table, I remained, an important member of society...and of the conversation. If that didn't make me an official grownup, I don't know what will.
Oh and some of the girls used the phrase "sick nasty" which I had never heard before. That made me feel old.
To say that this weekend has gone smoothly would be a lie. I always find myself tangled in romantic drama, and this weekend was no exception. All I can say is, at least it's over, the drama has subsided and I can mope in peace.
Though I sort of feel the need to wallow in my own self pity, I can't right now. Rachel and I were about to make dinner when I heard a familiar musical jingle coming out of my room- I had a new voicemail. The message was from my stepfather, who said he had very exciting news to share.
I called him back immediately, and was told that I'm going to be a sister-in-law! (For the record, I already am a sister-in-law. My sister is married to a very nice South African guy.) For some reason, I confused sister-in-law and aunt and thought that my older sister must be pregnant. Nope. My big brother is engaged! Though I'm slightly disappointed that I'm not becoming "Auntie Alana" right now, I'm ecstatic about the engagement.