ANOTHER WEEK GONE
Posted 4 May 2007on:
I can’t believe how much she’s grown up… they don’t stay babies for long. I don’t get to see them again until the wedding day. Little Moriah will be a whole year old by then.
Monday morning: 1 big orange, 1 little yellow, 1 black and white, 1 frisbee
Monday afternoon: gardener threw them back
Thursday: 1 big orange
White football still stuck on garden shed.****************************************
A strange week with lots of calls and emails flying between here and Israel. Still quite a lot to sort and this weekend I must work out how much I’ve actually spent so far. I had such good plans for keeping a record… me and my good intentions are always paved with distraction and temptation.
I’ve got the mob here for dinner tonight and looking forward to seeing Lucy… we’re gonna finalise the menu; talk about the flowers (again) and talk bridesmaid dresses, for the little ones. She doesn’t know this yet. Jamie will be in synagogue and hopefully Rachel will butt out!
Still on the clothes front… and back, mother has been successfully attired… phew! and her outfits meet with daughter’s approval, i.e. moi! There are really three events. The first is called the aufruf, which takes place here, in the synagogue, the next is the wedding itself and as I mentioned in my last post the shevah brachot. Nearer the time I’ll give you a link for a Jewish wedding.On to other pressing matters
I HAVE FOUND THE DRESSI am still trying to lose some weight, as I quickly shove the chocolate wrapper under the desk, but I have not taken the advice of some of you who suggest buying a larger size to make me look smaller. Buying clothes too large actually does the opposite; it makes me look even bigger, I think because the shoulders are all wrong.
Anyway, I’m too little and too pasty for your floaty diaphanous pastel creations, so rather than cover the curves I’ve chosen a slinky number to embrace them. It needs altering somewhat… shoulders lifted, hem shortened, taken in all over and a little something to cover my “if you’ve got ‘em flaunt ‘em” because under a chupah is not the time nor place to be flaunting ‘em; a little modesty is required.
Have any of you heard of “magic knickers?”
The dress is slinky and my little panties with a sticky out rose on were not the right underwear. The boutique told me to get magic knickers. I have a sneaky suspicion they are à la Bridget Jones, oy vay!I was toying with the idea of wearing none to truly avoid VPL, but this is a braless style kinda dress. Somehow it just wouldn’t be right to stand under the chupah with the Rabbi knowing I was wearing only one item of clothing. Me knowing… not him… doh!More details will be revealed later… only details!
I’m so relieved that’s sorted and now I’m onto the shoes and bag, oh and jewellery. It’s never a problem for me to shop for shoes and bags. High heels of course, although I do need to be able to dance. Israeli dancing can become quite frenetic as well as most energetic.
However, my dearest darling daughter is a bridesmaid… again! The third time in the space of 13 months, not counting when she was a little girl. I promise I will try not to scream when we go shopping on Sunday. She still hasn’t got a dress and she can’t see the rush or the fuss… excuse me, the wedding’s in July. We are now in May, already!
The problem is she is hoping to complete on her new flat (apartment) next month, so instead of her usual spending sprees, she’s more likely to be found in Ikea, the basement of John Lewis and Furniture Village.
On the work front, it has been the usual mindnumbskullingly boring week; the only joy derived from watching a little blue tit flitting in and out of a crack in the wall opposite my window. My darling boss is a sarcastic old thing… well he’s not that old and when I couldn’t get enthusiastic about the work and made it clear I found it boring boring boring, he did ask me why I was there. I could have replied it was for the stunning salary and perks… NOT… that would have been a lie. I did tell him it was because I loved him, was in love with him, couldn’t bear the days I wasn’t with him, how much I loved to be in his space… and in his face. Oh, that may have been a lie too!Our secretary went to throw up.
To lighten the work day I was listening to Heart fm. On Thursday they were asking if you could change your name, what would it be? I thought I would text mine in… MRS VINCENT D’ONOFRIO. I never heard it get a mention. Despite all this debate whether the man is married or not married, he really doesn’t know what he’s missing not having a Jewish wife… oy oy yoy!
This week was the launch of my new book club. Yes I have set up a new book group. I was crafty and did have two ulterior motives, other than the obvious. I belonged to one a while ago, but it was too gossipy for me… honest I’m not into gossip (see g-man I am not a yenta). So… I asked a few of my intelligent and erudite girlfriends if they were interested. The response was brilliant and we have set a number of titles until the end of the year.
The obvious reason for me is that if I’ve enjoyed a book or a film I get all enthusiastic about, I love to share it with others, so if we all read the same book, hopefully a meaningful debate will follow.The second obvious reason is recommendation. There are so many awesome writers and I make many wrong choices. The number of books I’ve bought, started, hated and not finished are too many to count; hopefully I will discover more authors I like.
However, my two other reasons were purely selfish. Since becoming a singleton again, for those who know me, I have become incredibly undisciplined, possibly… okay, probably because I discovered where the *on* button was to the computer and, as you know, the rest is history. So, therein lies selfish reason No.1. Now I have to read at least one book a month. I don’t think fanfic really counted.
The second is again because of my single status. My friends are all married; all couples, so they do couples things together. Sure we chat on the phone, but we all work and have other commitments and have little time to do the *ladies who lunch* thing. This way I get to see them at least once a month.
Anyway, if anyone is interested in being a cyperspace member, this month’s nominated reading is a book called The Interpretation of Murder by Jed Rubenfeld. This is a debut novel… I read a lot of debut novels, but I will talk about that another time. It appears to be fairly light reading, nothing too deep. Anyway, I loved the first page… well it’s a start. Knowing me I shall be cramming it the night before the next meeting… just like being back at school… nothing changes!
Ah now why is Bobby Bobby here? Silly question. I’m kinda half-way through the next mrsbg and Bobby’s proof-reading… how he loves to correct grammar and spelling. He despairs that mrsbg doesn’t remember the difference between infer and imply. What is he getting at?
The second day of a diet is always easier than the first. By the second day you’re off it (Jackie Gleason)
HOW TO TELL IT’S TIME TO DIET
Q: Why did the dumb man snort Nutri-sweet? A: He thought it was diet coke.
It’s Friday again, my food intake is definitely less, my weight isn’t! Hence more cracks at the dieting.
Wishing everyone a lovely weekend, a happy Bank Holiday to my fellow Brits and Shabbat Shalom to my fellow Jews.