the pieces of my life

Quote of the day:

Some folks aren’t crazy that we’ve featured Queer As Folk in a mailing. I heard one customer once wrote in “There are more Christians than pagans and perverts in the world and there always will be.”

More proof that I’ve picked a guy who’s just like dear old Dad:

A: “I was psyched because there were only four people in the class last night. All those people stupid people I don’t like didn’t show up.”

Me: “You’ve had one class and there are already people you don’t like?”

A: “Hell, yes!”

This morning’s conversation:

Me: “What kind of cookware are we registering for?” [Adam’s job is research]

A: “Well, I like the Caphalon best, but it’s so expensive.”

Me: “How much?”

A: “It’s about $80 a piece.”

Me: “That’s fine. We should just register for it if you want it. Don’t think about the price. Without thinking about price, what do you want to register for?”

A: “A pony.”

Me: “Fine! So we’ll register for a pony!”

A: “No. Your mother would probably be allergic to it anyway.”

My e-bay veil came last night… and it’s beautiful! Exactly what I wanted. Yeah!

Making progress on the wedding front. Ceremony music: taken care of. Wedding undies: taken care of. Just ordered the kippot (two dozen lavender, three dozen ivory, satin, with a button, no trim). Called the store, and the woman who answered asked how we’d like them imprinted. “Adam & Jenny,” I said. “Are you sure?” she asked suspiciously? “You are supposed to come first.” “Really?” I said. “But I figured he could be first there, since I’m first everywhere else.” In a totally serious voice, she said, “Oh no. You always come first.” The imprinting will say “Jenny & Adam.”

Oh, this is a good site! True stories from Ettiquette Hell.

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The wedding show was a tad overwhelming. Adam and I still need a florist and ceremony music, to start. I refused to stop at any florist who had an ice sculpture displayed. Spoke with a few videographers, and for the most part was completely grossed out. 85% of them were these sleazy things who had these horrible videos that started with the “photo montage” of the couple. If I want to look at photos, I don’t need a video. I also don’t want cheesy music playing over anything. I’m thinking we may skip the video. I asked one guy about an in-camera edit, and he looked at me like I was a total idiot. Yes, I know what it is, and yes, I don’t care if there are jump cuts. It’s better than fades and spirals and “highlights” from the day. If I have the video, why do I also need to see the highlights? Anyway, lots of gushing people. I spoke with wedding coordinators about just day-of coordinating, and only one of the five I spoke with had ever done a Jewish wedding. No point in hiring someone who is going to have to ask more questions than they can answer. Again, I think we’ll stick with the no coordinator thing. Pam tried on a dress and I was looking at veils and Sandra and Julie P. were our pack mules, carrying our massive bags o’ brochures. After trying on a bunch of $120 veils, I came home and ordered one on e-Bay. No need to be ridiculous about a piece of gauze that will be over my face for all of 20 minutes. Sandra “volunteered” to make the ring bearer’s pillow (thanks, Sandra!!). I think I’m on about a zillion mailing lists now, but maybe I’ll have ceremony music and a florist locked down in a week or so.

Do you hear that? It’s the theme of Rocky playing. My muscles are tight! But not that sore… yet. The pain usually kicks in two days later. The boxing fitness class was definitely something I’m putting into the workout repetoire. Lots of jumping rope, a little weights, tossing around a medicine ball, tons of crunches. Then the good stuff really kicked in. I punched and punched and punched. I felt tough when the handwraps were first put on me, but then I felt really tough when I put on the boxing gloves and started learning my punches. I’m hoping to go tomorrow night, but going once a week on Saturdays may be the most realistic thing for me.

It wouldn’t be a new year without the requisite list of New Year’s Resolutions. Here are some of the highlights of my list this year, the ones I’m willing to publicly acclaim so that folks can keep me honest about them:

1. Get to the point where I can do three pull-ups in a row. (Currently, I can only do it on one of the machines that assists you with weights. I need a 76-pound assist to get through three right now.)

2. Revise my novel (An arduous task, but one that has to be faced, slowly but surely. I may not complete this task this year, but I should get moving on it already. Enough time has passed.)

3. Learn to box. (No joke. I need a new winter fitness sport. I’m taking my first boxing fitness class on Saturday and if all goes well, will take some sparring classes in a few months.)

4. Eat more fiber (Pretty self-explanatory, I believe).

5. Submit at least a piece a month (I will never get published if I don’t at least try).

A good start to the New Year. I was right twice tonight and Adam was right, hm, what’s that? not at all. It’s 2002. I’m ahead in being right and I’m way behind in wedding planning. Things always seem to even themselves out. Happy New Year.