Engaged in Minneapolis

Update: the synagogue is ours!

2010-04-26T22:18:00.002-05:00

Pending contractual details-like becoming members-the synagogue where we want to get married is ours! The couple who had reserved our date chose a different date for their wedding, so our July 3 date opened back up. After kicking myself for not calling the temple sooner, the timing actually ended up being very fortuitous because the event coordinator knew I wanted the date when it became available. Yay Yay Yay!

We booked the venue without having the ceremony details arranged, and it was kind of a gamble. Luckily, the risk paid off and my dream wedding is now coming to life!

We set the date!

2010-04-24T18:34:00.005-05:00

Adam's and my anniversary will be July 3, 2011! We booked the mansion and couldn't be more delighted! Off to Spain in 3 days to NOT think about the wedding- perfect.

stained glass

ballroom

view of the main foyer & mahogany staircase

view of downtown from the third floor

foyer

back to square 1?

2010-04-23T20:34:00.003-05:00

Not quite... I don't mean to sound so desolate. After all this time focusing on the perfect venue for the reception, I let the ceremony planning fall by the wayside. Finally, as we prepare to negotiate a contract to book a venue tomorrow--I realize it's time to call the synagogue I've just assumed will be available. Only to find out, what? Sure enough, our date has already been reserved.

pfffffffffooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

That's me deflating.

My heart tells me this is not the end. I'm disappointed, yes, but we've come too far to cancel our reception plans. Something else will work out. Either the date will open up or we'll find somewhere new.

There's even a chance now that Adam's initial wish for an outdoor garden wedding can come to reality. I'll develop an ulcer by the big day fretting about rain. But maybe it's a cause for small celebration because the occasion will be more fitting for the chiffon, summery bridal gowns I adore so much... OY GEVALT.

Green wedding dresses

2010-04-20T00:05:00.004-05:00

No, not literally the color green--the recycling green. What if you don't want to spend $2000 on a wedding gown, but have expensive taste? Buy used! I want to feel special and beautiful on my wedding day (duh), but I can't shake the feeling of displeasure at spending so much money on a dress I will wear. one. time.

Here's a used gown I found online from the designer I like, Mikaella, but it's not "the" dress. However, the girl has already had the dress altered to fit her 4'11" frame (rachael size!) and has my must-have sweetheart neckline.

As much as I claim to support buying used for environmental reasons, I mostly just want a good deal. So, I don't want to pay 75% of the original retail price--I want to pay no more than 50%. Tell me, friend, how desperate are you to unload that wedding gown you'll never wear?

In the mean time, my sister has offered to pay for the difference in what it would cost to NOT buy used. There's some strong opposition out there... so I may buy off the rack then turn around and resell my dress.

And then there were two

2010-04-19T20:15:00.004-05:00

I'm blog savvy enough to know that if I include too many proper nouns here, I risk inadvertently offending people who crawl the Internet for mention of their businesses. So, for the sake of relative anonymity, I'll say this: we have limited our venue choices to these final two options.

The mansion

and the library >>

How do we choose?

We make a pros/cons list, of course... want a glimpse?

Mansion
Pros
in our Minneapolis neighborhood
open catering/open alcohol
the whole house to ourselves
close to the synagogue
weather-proof
little to no decorations needed

Cons
$$
no true outdoor space for guests
small-ish ballroom - we'd have to remove tables after dinner for dance floor

Library
Pros
beautiful, one of a kind memorable space
grand room, big enough for dinner & dance
open catering
courtyard area available for cocktail hour
little to no decoration needed

Cons
located in St. Paul, logistical issue for out of town guests
no true kitchen prep for caterers
$$ for exclusive alcohol service
limited restrooms

Enough with the lists, though. They're both wonderful venues and yet different enough that pitting them against each other doesn't help me to arrive at a decision. Knowing that whichever one we choose will be fantastic, Adam has told me that I get to have the final word. I think I have to go with my gut... and the winner is...

Dare I Start Anew?

2010-04-15T00:20:00.004-05:00

Fans, I made a huge mistake by not blogging about the chronicles of searching for a wedding venue. My initial plan was to focus on Adam and I and not open up our ideas to everyone's opinions. As if people would exercise the poor etiquette of inquiring at our wedding, "why didn't you choose that venue with the xx instead?"

Adam proposed 7 months ago, and I have missed 7 months of prime wedding-planning blogging material. We have seen countless (10+) venues in person, and I've researched hundreds online. Without a blog to document the pros/cons of each venue, how can I provide advice to others? I would have liked to read that blog 7 months ago.

**

We are effectively having a "destination wedding" here in Minnesota, and as such, I am feeling pressure to select a venue that showcases Minneapolis and sets the tone for our festivities. In keeping with my other life decisions, my course has been a journey of figuring out what I don't want. But what do I want? Sophisticated yet youthful, whimsical yet relaxed, romantic yet fun, and oh yeah- minimal decorations. NOTHING frou frou. Heaven forbid I have to pay $6/chair covering. NO hotels- too impersonal. NOTHING outside the city, but some outdoor space would be nice. And the list goes on. Are you exhausted yet? I am.

So, ever-patient fiancee, agreed for our parents to come visit earlier this month to provide support and give us a gentle push toward making a final decision. We had a lovely weekend, and I was grateful for all their advice. Only once they left, did the anxiety attack hit. I'd been putting things on hold as if their approval would somehow lead us to that "aha!" moment, but what if the perfect venue isn't out there?

Well, let me just say I didn't dust off this ole blog for nothing. I for one (yooohooo Adam?) am ready to put down some hard-earned cash on a rental deposit to ta-da SET THE DATE. Until it's offish, you'll have to wait for more details...

Blog Retired

2009-12-23T15:54:00.004-06:00

This will probably come as little surprise considering the absence of new posts this past month, but I am retiring the blog. This is for the best. The blog was a critical player in retaining my sanity during the job search last winter and has been a great resource for keeping in touch from afar. At this point though, Adam and I feel very settled and happy here in Minneapolis and our day-to-day routines are no longer blog-worthy.

As proof, we threw a party last Saturday, and I'd guess we had at least 30 people in attendance throughout the night. That's 30 people we didn't know a year ago.

If I find I miss blogging, I may change direction and report on the mishaps and joy of planning a wedding. Ha! Not that the wedding blog is an original idea- there's practically an industry for it!

Thank you for reading. Happy Holidays. See you in 2010.

In happier news

2009-11-17T17:01:00.003-06:00

I got my first "Happy Thanksgiving" from a co-worker!! (He's part-time and won't be in the office again until the end of the month.) I LOVE Thanksgiving. We'll be on the road to Pittsburgh this time next week, and I had the Nelson's lunch special today of a hot turkey sandwich with a side of stuffing.

I also found out that a friend's dad is a head balloonist for the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, and there is a chance that, with those connections, come 2010 I can be a balloon holder in the parade. [Too giddy to finish typing.]

No house...

2009-11-17T16:48:00.003-06:00

It's for the best. It was ours for the taking, if we wanted it, and I think that was what pushed us to finally make a decison. Not about do we want this house but do we want a house at all?

Yes, it would still be a smart investment. Yes, the $8000 tax credit and low interest rates make it unbelievably irresistible for first-time home owners to buy. But, when it came down to the wire, we weren't ready. We don't NEED a house. And, that was it. Cold feet- the timing wasn't right. Sure, there will be other houses, and sure, we'll find a great one someday. Adam says he won't regret passing this one up, but I'm saying goodbye to the dream that I'll see ALL my wishlist items again in one house.

Thanks to everyone who gave us support along the emotional rollercoaster ride of the last 4 days! (I'll rephrase: it was an emotional rollercoaster for me. I've been informed Adam doesn't get "nervous" or "devastated." Lucky for me that he balances me out!)

We put in an offer...

2009-11-15T18:03:00.003-06:00

Who in their right mind buys the first house they see?! I'm feeling a little sick to my stomach, not so much from cold feet, but nerves about what will happen.Will she accept our offer? Will we get out-bid? Or what happens if all of a sudden we find ourselves home-owners and then-ohmygod-we bought a house?!

I'll report soon if a congratulations is in order. ;-)

Milestones: First Engaged and Now First Time Home-Buyers!

2009-11-14T15:49:00.006-06:00

Ok, ok, I know I can't get carried away or emotionally attached to the first house we see BUT I am falling in love with the idea of becoming a home-owner! We looked at this house in the Uptown neighborhood, where we live now, for only $150,000 at 1,600 SF. When I first saw the listing online, I thought "too good to be true," so Adam and I swung by for the open house today.

Once we began chatting with the agent, we realized she actually owns the house. She is a full-time real estate agent who also specializes in flipping properties. I was totally buying into her pitch: she lives in the neighborhood and cares passionately about saving old homes from disrepair by restoring them. She did a wonderful job with the house and retained so much of the great character and craftsmanship in the period details that Adam and I are looking for. The house even has a fireplace!! [non-working :-(]

The price reflects the agent/owner's desire to have a quick turn over and that it is located in somewhat of a "transitional" neighborhood. It's by no means rough, but the block has a little ways to go before we could see a huge appreciation. Either way, this house is not staying on the market for long.

Timing-wise, we are about 4-6 months from really wanting to make a move pending our current lease on the apartment. Although, we do have the aritificial deadline of April 30 because we'd love to take advantage of the extended $8000 tax credit. I'm going to give myself tonight to "sleep on it" but I'm already planning where the furniture will go!

Reality check time: we applied online for a loan pre-approval.

I love when we win!

2009-11-14T12:38:00.002-06:00

BEAT THE BENGALS!

How is it already mid-November?!

2009-11-12T20:39:00.004-06:00

I'm woefully far behind in my blogging, and since no one's been banging down my door to beg for more, I'll just provide an update. (The alternative being post-dating all my past blog-worthy musings. Ugh, back log.)

The holidays have started! We kicked it off, unknowingly, at a comedy show at the Brave New Workshop. I thought we were seeing improv when, in fact, it was the previews for their Christmas Spectacular, Brett Favre: The Immaculate Interception show. Even though they made jokes about the audience attending a Christmas show the week after Halloween, it was seriously funny and made me want to dust off the Christmas records. Johnny Mathis, anyone?

Weather-wise, November has been better than October! Adam and I first visited Minneapolis a year ago this weekend (crazy, right?) and I remember it being a bitter 20 degrees. And, no, I don't think it "felt like" 20--there is a thermometer in the car.

The movie An Education is a must-see. Much more than a coming of age piece set in 1960s England, the movie was sensational. The acting, in particular, was terrific. I won't say more except that I highly recommend it!

We are driving to Pittsburgh in less than two weeks... turkey, here I come! Adam and I agree: it's our favorite holiday. The 30 hour round trip drive should be plenty of time to write new blog posts.

I'm going to Atlanta for Christmas and DC for New Year's. SO. EXCITED.

The $8000 first-time home buyer housing credit has been extended, and we are looking! MLS is my new best friend. http://msp.themlsonline.com/search/3844188.html

Eeeek! I think I found my wedding dress!

2009-11-02T18:15:00.003-06:00

On a lark, my mom and I made an appointment in a bridal shop in this old house that was once one of my mom and dad's favorite restaurants.

Sort of serendipitous then that I think I found my wedding dress on the first outing! The shop was so cute, the staff was so friendly and helpful, and for goodness sake they had all dressed up for Halloween in old, re-purposed bridesmaid dresses!

I can't describe the dress here in case Adam should read it, but contact me for a link to the bridal shop's web site!

Now that I've found the dress, we ought to set the date, right?

Steelers Love: I'm not alone.

2009-11-02T09:33:00.000-06:00

A love story at Heinz Field

Steelers show appreciation for female fans

Monday, November 02, 2009

By Robert Dvorchak, Pittsburgh Post-Gazette

Bill Wade/Post-Gazette

Cheers for their friends trying a field goal kick is part of the Steelers' Ladies Night Out event for more than 400 women at Heinz Field. Steelers players Charlie Batch and Ziggy Hood spoke, and tours of the locker room were part of the experience.

Some drove for hours and rearranged schedules to be part of it. Some left the children at home in the care of their spouses. Wearing team colors was the order of the day, and none seemed to mind waiting in line under drizzly skies well before Heinz Field opened its doors.

This was not, however, a queue of men showing up for a football game. The line was part of the record turnout for the fifth annual Ladies Night Out sponsored by the Steelers as a way of catering to the NFL's largest female fan base.

In one group of eight that motored by van from St. Clairsville, Ohio, was Cindy Broadwater, undeterred at having to use crutches because of a fractured bone in her right foot.

"I wasn't going to let it stop me," she said.

To which Carol Jones, also in the party and wearing a Steelers tiara, chimed in: "Broken foot? You would have had to embalm me to keep me from being here. I was so excited I didn't sleep all night."

This type of passion was evident throughout the Wednesday night affair at Heinz Field. For $95, nearly 500 women of all ages and from all walks of life got the chance to eat dinner, ask questions of Steelers, visit the inner sanctum of the locker room and attempt field goals while their images were shown on the scoreboard.

In a figurative sense, it was a Cinderella-like outing. But instead of dancing at a ball with a handsome prince, they got to kick a ball and become immersed in football. And a Steelerella never has to worry about glass slippers.

Speakers for the evening were rookie defensive lineman Ziggy Hood and backup quarterback Charlie Batch. They fielded questions ranging from the adjustment from college to pro ball and why the Steelers don't use the wildcat formation more ("It would take our best player off the field," Batch noted, referring to quarterback Ben Roethlisberger.)

But there also were questions never asked by the football writers, like this inquiry from Devona Edmond of the North Side.

"Ziggy, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes, she's seated right over there."

"Do you want another one?"

The exchange produced a playful laugh, but it also showed the depth of passion by a segment of the fan base that brings its own unique charm to following the Steelers.

Ms. Edmond has the team logo tattooed on her back along with her date of birth -- June 2, 1986.

"I have literally been a Steelers fan since birth. I'm a die-hard," she laughed. "I watch games with my great-grandmother. We're all part of the same family. It's in our blood."

That the Steelers have women fans is hardly news. When the franchise adopted its name in 1940, one of the 21 winning contest entries was submitted by Margaret O'Donnell. Yes, a woman named the Steelers.

Two years ago, a survey by Scarborough Sports Marketing noted that the Steelers have a larger female fan base than any other NFL city.

Women love the Steelers for a variety of reasons. Everybody loves a winner. Families get together to watch and talk football. The uniforms and the color scheme make a bold fashion statement. Team loyalty spans generations, and offspring are born into it. Hines Ward has an infectious smile, and Troy Polamalu has a magnetic personality. And the Steelers are all about football, not the sizzle.

"The Steelers officially don't have cheerleaders. They don't need them," said Robin Thomas of St. Clairsville. "They have a million of them."

As a quick aside, she is formerly from Texas and had an epiphany about the Steelers when her relationship with a Pittsburgh fan started to get serious.

"He said his mother had a problem with us getting married because I wasn't a Catholic. He didn't have a problem with that, but he did have a problem with me wearing a Cowboys jersey. Once I took that thing off and converted to being a Steelers fan, things worked out fine. That was over 20 years ago," Ms. Thomas said.

Of course, every sports team in the area has its female side. The Penguins have Hockey 'n Heels events for their fans, the Pirates have ladies nights and the Pitt Panthers have a Football University for Women with Jan Wannstedt. The late Howard Cosell captured the essence of the sports following here when he noted that when you play Pittsburgh, you play the entire community. He said it nearly 30 years ago, and he didn't make any gender distinctions.

There were a few of the pink jerseys in the audience, but the overwhelming majority of women prefer to wear black and gold.

Not surprisingly, however, support of the Steelers is inextricably linked to family and relationships.

Cindy Molinick of the Johnstown area was at the event with two of her four daughters.

"My husband got me interested in the Steelers during the '70s, and I passed it on to my daughters," she said. "He's home by himself tonight."

Some franchises might have football widows. With the Steelers, there are football widowers.

Two Greensburg women whose husbands have passed away keep up their friendship through the Steelers.

"My daughter got me a ticket for my first Ladies Night Out as a birthday gift, and this year, I bought my friend a ticket as a birthday present. We went to Tampa for the Super Bowl," said Maryann Popovich, 69.

Her friend, Rae Martchek, was having a grand time.

"Why do women love the Steelers? It's fun. How many things in life do you get to do that are fun? When the Steelers lose, everybody's in a bad mood. When they win, everybody wins with them. I can't explain it."

There was more than one mother/daughter team in attendance.

Cheryl and Allison Reinhard of Charleroi wore matching Troy Polamalu jerseys.

"Being a Steeler fan truly does span generations," Mrs. Reinhard said. "It's bred into you."

Kasey West, who was with her mother in the St. Clairsville group, explained how the Steelers keep families together even if some members are thousands of miles away.

"My dad works for U.S. Steel in Kosice, Slovakia, so I text message him with the highlights during the games so he knows what's going on. I watch every game religiously," she said. "Some Slovakian kids don't know how to speak English, but they wear Steelers stuff."

Steelermania also has the ability to overcome.

Consider the plight of Lynn Kelley, originally from Upper St. Clair. She married a man from Sandusky, Ohio, and they had two sons. But when the marriage soured, he wanted the boys to follow the Browns. To rescue them from such a bleak future, she sought the intercession of Ziggy Hood.

"Would you autograph these two Steeler hats so my sons won't have to follow the Browns?" she said.

Having secured the healing objects, she later explained, half-jokingly: "We got divorced around the time of Super Bowl in Detroit. It was then that the boys began to see the error of their dad's ways, because he was a Cleveland fan. I want them to grow up with the Steelers."

On the other hand, the Steelers can help identify a suitable life partner.

Cori Cheairs, who drove in with two friends from Frederick, Md., was studying architecture at the University of Houston when she spotted a man in a Steelers jersey in a Texas bar.

"I said to myself, 'I'm going to marry that guy.' I did, and he took my three kids to the dentist today so I could be here," she laughed.

"I grew up in Morgantown. And my dad and my uncles raised me to watch the Steelers on Sunday. We were watching together when the Steelers won their first Super Bowl, and my dad told me that if they could win a championship, I could do anything. I want my kids to have that, too," said Mrs. Cheairs, who is president of a consulting company.

"We go to an informal church, so on Sundays, we wear our Steelers clothes to church before we go to watch the games," she added. "The Steelers are a Sunday religion."

Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD)

2009-10-21T22:51:00.002-05:00

Seasonal Affective Disorder, also known as SAD. Sounds like a joke. Sounds like they devised an acronym for depression and then thought about what the S, A, and D should stand for. My link to the description of symptoms and treatments is, appropriately, from the Mayo Clinic in Rochester, Minnesota.

It's October, and already we've skipped fall and plunged into winter. Granted, it's not -20 degrees yet, but so far we've had temperatures that, in Atlanta, would be the coldest days of the year. Worse: I haven't seen the sun all week. Gray skies are a nice backdrop to colorful fall leaves. But in November. When the calendar finally permits you to start daydreaming about turkey, stuffing, and the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. Already, in my mind, I'm planning a Hanukkah party but time really needs to catch up with the weather.

Sigh. So far my remedies have been homemade chicken soup, tea, and casseroles. I even got a new (well, replacement) winter coat to allow retail therapy to work its magic. Maybe I'll just carve a pumpkin and enjoy the 40 degrees... because we know that even this "bad" weather won't last...

Engaged? Jewish?

2009-10-13T22:39:00.005-05:00

I'm told you must read this book. Just trying to pass on the good word. Apparently, Anita Diamant, author of The Red Tent, has written the bible (mixed metaphor?) for planning a Jewish wedding.

On the back jacket, the book is recommended as "Complete, authoritative, and indispensable, The New Jewish Wedding is a must-have resource for anyone who wants a wedding that combines spiritual meaning and joyous celebration."

Considering I've never attended a Jewish wedding and likely won't before my own, I'm a proud new owner of Adam's and my copy. I'm going to take to it with a highlighter!

Want to purchase your own online?

Oh, yeah, remember that time it snowed on Oct. 12?

2009-10-12T22:20:00.000-05:00

Ordinarily, Oct. 12 is meant to commemorate Columbus Day.
Or my parent's anniversary.
In 2009, October 12 will mark the first significant, measurable snow in the Twin Cities.

Let me do some quick math by counting on my fingers... so we're going to have winter for the next six months??!

(And, yes, I'll admit I took that picture from my iPhizzle while driving to work. I'm that girl.)

Fall in Minnesota

2009-10-11T13:22:00.006-05:00

Notice the brilliant orange leaves juxtaposed to the dusting of snow on the ground.
And now, they're calling for 2-4 inches on Monday. Sheesh! October? More like Octobrrrrrr!

I've been anonymously published in The Washington Post

2009-10-07T13:44:00.004-05:00

I had two questions answered in today's online Q&A discussion about "Destination Weddings"!!! I'm the author "Minneapolis, MN."

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/discussion/2009/09/30/DI2009093003224.html

In terms of distinction, this is really no more impressive an honor than writing copy for a year and a half at The Post with all those classified ads and yet... cool, huh?

Gallery | Paideia School in session after fire | ajc.com

2009-10-05T12:18:00.001-05:00

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A Serious Man

2009-10-04T23:22:00.003-05:00

Adam, a friend, and I waited on a line that circled the block of Lake & Hennepin to see the premiere of the new Coen brothers' movie A Serious Man. Set in St. Louis Park where the Coen bros. grew up, they shot the film locally and cast many no-name Mpls people for support roles. What was especially cool for us is the Coen brothers made an arrangement for the Uptown Theater to have exclusive privileges for the movie's first weekend release. As a part of the fanfare, they invited many people who had participated in the making of the film to be in the audience. Seated in front of me was the makeup woman. Other "Jewish-looking" extras were also in attendance. It was interesting to think I was seeing this movie with others who were seeing themselves IN the movie.

A Serious Man is being reviewed as the kind of personal film that you can only make once you already have all the awards and acclaim in your back pocket. The film touches on issues of faith and doubt à la the human condition. Specifically Jewish faith. And the film doesn't educate you. If you're not a Jew and you don't get the joke--that's it. You don't get the joke.

While I enjoyed the movie and the characteristic dark humor of the Coen bros. repertoire, I would only selectively recommend it. The film is not incredibly plot driven: just one ordinary man's crisis with faith as his life falls apart around him.

Despite fire, Paideia barbecue going on as planned | ajc.com

2009-10-03T13:31:00.001-05:00

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Paideia fire no accident, investigators say | ajc.com

2009-10-02T22:13:00.003-05:00

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"This synagogue is 'very' Reform."

2009-09-30T22:58:00.000-05:00

"This synagogue is 'very' Reform." But as the Rabbi said, this is meant as a judgment but, with the right attitude and for the right person, it can also be a good thing.

The Jewish high holidays have come and gone, and while it's certainly a time for reflection on the past year and what's ahead, I did most of my thinking about what type of synagogue I want to join. First, I saw my own temple in Atlanta through Adam's eyes when he was astonished by how much music was incorporated into the service and how few prayers are sung in Hebrew. An organ in a synagogue? What is this? Church?

I don't blame him. My Jewish identity was primarily cultivated at the religious summer camps I went to year after year starting at age 8. Where "pluralist" really meant "Conservative." I recited prayers every morning and before and after meals. And, yes, I do mean "recited." While I learned to read Hebrew for my Bat Mitzvah, I cannot read and understand word for word the Hebrew prayers. Does it bother me that I cannot translate them? No, most importantly, I understand the gist and I find meaning in the recitation of time worn Hebrew prayers.

Interestingly, in Atlanta, one of the rabbi's sermons focused on the history and contemporary role of the Reform movement. An ever modernizing and evolving (reforming) sect of Judaism, I admire the social action and political inspirations to affect Tikun Olam through practice of Jewish values and ethics. However, my sense of spirituality doesn't agree with reading English translations of prayers that read more like shmaltzy poetry than religious evokations.

Would a Conservative synagogue be a better fit for me? That raises my concerns of being raised a Reform Jew feeling "lesser than" to other Jews who are "more Jewish." I don't agree with what I put in quotation marks--I've actually heard people say these things. In a Conservative synagogue, I struggle to feel as if I belong when I don't know a prayer everyone else knows by heart. But what do I really have to apologize for, be embarrassed about?

What's a happy medium? How will Adam and I want to raise our kids? And how did we get here? I believe that the history of the Jewish American experience is one that has been a constant back and forth, from one generation to the next. Our parents are reacting to what their parents did, and now it's our turn. Assimilated as ever, I reach out and embrace Hebrew prayers as a stamp of what makes Judaism Jewish. I want to have Shabbat dinner in my home, so my children will appreciate being raised in a Jewish household. And will they reject that?

Anyway, so long as I'm asking questions, my Jewish identity is intact. ;-)

La Belle Vie

2009-09-30T22:47:00.004-05:00

You know how some restaurants can suffer from too much hype? Not La Belle Vie, my friends. The instant Open Table sent me an email announcing Restaurant Week, I made reservations at La Belle Vie. For $30, we had an amazing three course prix fixe tasting menu at THE BEST RESTAURANT in the Twin Cities. There's nothing I can write that scores of restaurant reviewers haven't already covered, but since you may not have read them I'll say: the servers glide around and effortlessly anticipate every finished plate and next course, and every.single.bite. of food is perfection.

Restaurant Week only comes twice a year, but otherwise, if you can afford it, this is absolutely your go-to "special occasion" dining experience.

Fall Comfort Food

2009-09-30T22:42:00.002-05:00

Brr! It's official, folks, Minnesota had its first frost advisory of the season so it must be fall. As Adam will be the first to tell you, I probably comment on the weather at least once out of every 10 statements that leave my mouth. Sigh. There's no denying it so I might as well own up to it and provide you with this awesome comfort food recipe clip.

Wrapping Paper

2009-09-29T17:45:00.004-05:00

You know when you're an adult if...
you buy wrapping paper from your boss's kids!

Not so many years ago, I, myself was a young whippersnapper sending my mom and dad off to work with my catalogs and ordering sheets to solicit coworkers to help me win those awful prizes.

All things considered though, I didn't just buy something to "give back." Honest to goodness, I thought to myself, "Why yes, I will need Chanukah wrapping paper, and where else in Minnesota will I find it?" Done and done!

Accidentally Drunk in Madison

2009-09-28T14:27:00.010-05:00

Adam and I planned a weekend trip to Madison to visit Adam's and my friends Matt and Carly, who, oh yeah, happen to live near the New Glarus Brewery. New Glarus makes Adam's favorite beer, Spotted Cow (henceforth just "Cow" the way the locals say it), and it's only sold in the state of Wisconsin. The beer is good--delicious, even--but the fact you have to cross state lines to get its sweet nectar must add to the allure.

We left Friday evening and drove through pounding rain the entire way. The lousy driving conditions only enhanced our appreciation for the brisk, dry fall day we had on Saturday. We started off by going downtown, where the capitol is, to sample the farmer's market. Delta's September Sky magazine featured Madison's farmer's market as one of the 10 Best in the World, so naturally I was curious. While it was good, not actually shopping for fresh food left me to be distracted by other things, such as singing Mennonites and ooooooh, pumpkins! Downtown Madison is truly charming. It reminded me of the town square in Gilmore Girls on just a slightly larger scale. People look colorful, friendly and happy.

Next, we drove out to the brewery. It was a bit of a drive, but we took scenic country roads that really impress upon you why Midwesterners feel so prideful. The countryside, especially now that the fall colors are beginning to pop, is gorgeous.

The brewery itself was a lot of fun--although the education on the self-guided tour was provided by a mulleted man in head-to-toe denim. Luckily for us our visit coincided with Oktoberfest (that's right-on the last weekend in September) so everything was particularly lively. We left with our souvenir pint glasses, which honestly made me more happy than the beer itself.

In New Glarus, the Oktoberfest was hosted in a small Swiss village that felt a little hokey in the Disney Epcot style. We enjoyed beer, polka, and cheese, and more beer. Then again, 3 Heffe Weisse later, I was down for the count the rest of the day. A tipsy afternoon can be one of the best ways to enjoy a Saturday but I didn't plan for Oktoberfest-level activities.

Oktoberfest montage.

Wedding Shmedding: an Update

2009-09-23T22:21:00.006-05:00

Doodle and I are making progress. Even the most bridezilla resistant of us can still get stressed out. Over nothing. That's what Adam and I have so far: nothing. I'm anxious about "setting the date" so we can have an answer when people ask. And I don't blame people for asking the most obvious question for a newly engaged couple, but I can't always trust myself to not roll my eyes.

So, rather than fret, I do research! After initial lukewarm feelings, I latched on to the idea of having the wedding in Atlanta, my hometown. My inclination grew as I realized what a tremendous help having my parents' time and resources would be. Adam, however, was just not feeling it. Adam was raised in a Conservative congregation, and a trip to my "very" Reform synagogue cemented Adam's anti-Atlanta sentiments. I don't hold it against him, but if we're not even going to get married in my temple, why be in Atlanta?

One thing that was beneficial about our trip to Atlanta was the opportunity to visit a reception site that my sister actually used for a different event. The venue was a converted mill and had a big, open multi-purpose space. There was a lot to like about it, but it wasn't for us. It's true with so much in life: it's still an important lesson to find out what you don't like.

So, after waffling and being all over the emotional spectrum, I'm returning (this time with gusto!) to the idea of having a wedding in DC. I feel vulnerable committing this to my blog considering the number of times I've changed my mind. But, miracle of miracles, I found a reception site in DC that really--for the first time--got me excited about the day we'll be getting married.

All of a sudden, rather than feeling like I was forced to plan an expensive party, I began to feel like I deserve, and can have, a truly special, meaningful and memorable event.

Here is a glimpse at Dumbarton House, in the Georgetown/Embassy Row neighborhood of DC:

My guess is the place is too small for the number of guests we want to invite, but I view this discovery as a great sign. Sometimes I look at Adam and just radiate happiness: we have so many good things to look forward to. (OK, I apologize if that was over the top.)

Sounds like it's time to plan a wedding venue shopping trip to DC!

Happy 70th Birthday!

2009-09-23T22:10:00.003-05:00

Big shout out to my dad who turned 70 on September 8, 2009. This past weekend, Adam and I flew down to Atlanta (pre-floods) to celebrate. We had a big 50+ person party for dad, and I think it's fair to say that everyone had a really really nice time.

Here's a picture of Dad with his five kids. We haven't all been together since Thanksgiving 2008, so it was special for us to all make an effort to come for the party. (3 of us traveled from as far as Orlando, Tuscon, and Minneapolis.)

We were also home for Rosh Hashanah, which was nice because the Jewish holidays always make me homesick for tradition. For Yom Kippur, we've been invited to join our adoptive Minnesota family—and so I'm also excited for new traditions!

Football 4 Days of the Week: Too Much of a Good Thing?

2009-09-15T19:11:00.008-05:00

Ever since the Steelers won the Super Bowl back on February 1, I've been waiting for football season to return. Football is the #1 reminder of why I'm glad to be out of school: you can watch football, literally, ALL weekend with no regret about procrastinating on homework. But when you finally do watch football ALL weekend, you might be disappointed to find yourself becoming a little... bored.

What is it they say? Everything in moderation!

Well, I don't mean to be a total pooper. Thursday's Steelers game was awesome!

I'm sad about Polamalu's injury but this catch was truly amazing.

And we had the great pleaure of going to the first Gophers home game of the season at their brand spanking new stadium. The Gophers won. Barely. But thank goodness. Otherwise, it would bring terrible karma to the new stadium.

YESSSSS

2009-09-15T18:02:00.003-05:00

This article is so dead-on. Granted, the author is 26 when she got married (not 23) but I still find it to ring so, so true.
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Re-posted, without WaPo permission, below:

The Marriage Divide
Was I too young to get married or too old? Depends on whom you ask

By Monica Hesse
Sunday, September 6, 2009

The two responses I received last year when, at 26, I announced I had gotten engaged:

a) Oh, God, finally!

b) Oh, God, already?

Followed by:

a) Have you chosen your canape platter yet?

b) Is this because of a tax break or something?

And then possibly by:

a) Where are you registered?

b) Wait, are you sure you haven't been drinking?

Whether my friends answered a's or b's depended entirely on which time zone -- which side of the International Wedding Date Line -- they lived in. The IWDL is a complex concept that can be explained only by me (because I just made it up), but it comes down to this: On the East Coast where I live now, at least among most of my friends, getting married is something you do after college, after grad school, after your 30th birthday, after your second solo climb of Mount Everest, after you successfully balance your checkbook for 16 months straight, after, after, after. In other words, getting married at 26 is pretty much like getting married as a fetus.

In the Midwest, at least in the rural Illinois town where I grew up, getting married is something that you do before you begin to think of buying property, before your single-person routines make you stubborn and inflexible, before your metabolism slows enough that a white wedding dress would make you look like a rhinoceros. Optimal marriage age: 20 to 23. Getting married at 26 is like filing your tax returns on April 16.

So the Midwest friends were supportive, as if they were welcoming me into their club, while the D.C., Philadelphia and Boston friends were just dubious, as if the club I wanted to join was for insane people. When I broke the news to my New York buddy Jo, I sheepishly tried to hide it in casual conversation: " 'Real Housewives' was beyond ridiculous; Simon's pants are horri -- I'm-getting-married-do-you-want-to-be-a-bridesmaid -- fying, and did you see Alex's hair?" Then I called my Illinois friend Jeanne and went, "Eeeeeeeeeeee!"

Neither of my deliveries felt completely honest, probably because I still wasn't sure how I felt about it. I was like the answer to a riddle.

Q: Who is both too old and too young to be married?

A: Someone who doesn't know where her home is.

As melodramatic as it sounds, all of this kind of felt like admitting some sort of geographical allegiance: East Coast friends? Fooled you! It might seem like I belong out here, but in private I'm talking like a "Fargo" extra and making a wide variety of Campbell's soup casseroles.

In the end it didn't matter. You can't choose the age you are when you meet the person you want to spend your life with; my husband and I ended up getting married last September. My Midwestern friends waited until after the ceremony to ask when we'd be having kids, and my East Coast friends danced until 3, carried all the good booze back to their rooms for a continued after-party, then fell asleep in their clothes.

But it turns out that getting married still left me in a state of between-ness. While I was busy planning a wedding, some of my friends in Illinois had been busy having kids. I would log on to Facebook and see status updates that read something like: "is making cupcakes for her son's preschool class. No peanuts!" From the friends of the East, it was more like: "is thinking cupcakes and tequila are a good 4 a.m. snack." No one seemed to be doing what I was doing: "is going to Ikea, then watching three 'Wire' DVDs in a row, then considering the big step of getting a plant."

In the past few months, though, I've been feeling better about my placement. It's nice to have friends who can offer advice in matters marital and domestic, even if that friend is my new sister-in-law, who married my brother at 23 and already owns way more cutting boards than I do.

Recently, one of my most vehemently single friends phoned to tell me that she'd met someone. The romantic pearls of semi-wisdom that I'd saved up during the three years that I was dating my husband and she was occasionally hooking up with a yoga instructor were suddenly, actually, useful.

I'm still the first married friend. And the last married friend. My own time zone on the IWDL.

Which now feels:

a) Weird.

b) Kinda neat.

Would anyone who reads this blog...

2009-09-15T17:34:00.002-05:00

...stop reading if I renamed it Engaged in Minneapolis? Apparently that's what all my posts are about lately.

Although, get ready because I have one post coming up that's not engagement or wedding related at all. And, really, I'm not obsessed.

Bridezilla, I am not. Bridezilla, I am not. (New mantra.)

Although technology may catch up with me...

2009-09-15T17:31:00.003-05:00

... and email may go the way of the Walkmans by the time Adam and I legally wed, I decided to go ahead and claim a Rachael Rosen gmail account as my own.

I won't start using it but if you really want to, you can reach me at rosen.rachael@gmail.com.

Too soon? you ask. Well, the fact that rachael.rosen was no longer available indicates to me that, no, in fact, it was not too soon.

Autum in August

2009-08-31T23:19:00.006-05:00

THIS POST WAS CENSORED.

The most persuasive argument I've *felt* for climate change is the current temperatures in Minneapolis. It's unseasonably cold, so they say, but I think it's safe to assume summer is over.

Out come the sweatshirts. Maybe this year I'll get a maroon Gophers one. Or a Brett Favre Vikings jersey.

I have a feeling it's going to snow the last week in October... You heard it here first.

At last, the Minnesota State Fair

2009-08-31T23:03:00.013-05:00

I'll start with the disappointments: the two foods I wanted to find eluded me. Fried pickles, also known as frickles, and the innovative (non-fried) caprese salad on a stick. Secondly, I somehow missed the agriculture area where the oversize, gargantuan produce was on display. The fair was huge and overwhelming, so I'll go next year with a smarter game plan.

But here's what made it all worthwhile: the Miracle of Life birthing barn where, if you're lucky, you can witness the birth of baby animals. 3 day old piglets were the cutest. Why we don't have them all as pets is beyond me. Next came the tub of legendary Sweet Martha's chocolate chip cookies. And $1 all you can drink fresh milk. Divine.

The grease from the fried food made me nauseous but I still couldn't resist a fried cheese curd or two.

Lastly, the Ye Olde Mill fair ride. It's a log flume ride that is literally 93 years old. It's no Disney World Splash Mountain. You are seriously in pitch black darkness 80% of the 2 1/2 minute ride. I quickly surmised it wasn't about the thrill of the ride but an opportunity for young couples to share a first kiss at the state fair. Appropriately, Adam groped me. ( HA! Totally kidding!)

Groping on the Ye Olde Mill

fried cheese curds

pronto pups- the famous non-corndog corndog that's a "banquet on a stick"

yum?

Australian fried potatoes

4 hour old baby calf. aka veal.

crowds. if it were up to me, strollers would be banned at this event.

Am I a changed woman?

2009-08-27T23:22:00.006-05:00

So it's been a whirlwind of a week. I've experienced every cliche in the book. Yes, I still look at my ring and smile. Yes, I move my hand ever so slightly to let the diamond sparkle as it catches the light. And, yes, my hand gestures have gotten more emphatic to ensure others take notice.

Just kidding. No I'm not. I wish I were.

It doesn't end there. Whenever I say the word "our," it's now with a newfound delight at the promise of our shared future. It's suddenly permissible to discuss once taboo subjects, such as which neighborhood we may want to someday buy our first home. As for our kids' names, this is still taboo, since Adam doesn't like the one name I suggested. (Jonah.)

Wedding plans will gradually come along. I--dare I admit this--registered online with the knot, (www.theknot.com) a social networking site for bride-to-be's. I haven't mined the site yet for wedding planning secrets or tips for how to choose a gown (oh yeah! I get to buy a dress!!) but I am looking forward to writing Adam's and my meet cute story. No shock there to anyone who reads this blog. Cough. Online diary.

One thing we haven't adjusted to is the word fiancé. It's one thing to write it, but so far it's been weird to refer to him as "my fiancé" aloud. Adam just despises anything French, so he's recommended this alternative: freedom friend. Hmm... If everyone knew its meaning, I would refer to Adam as "my bashert." Bashert is a Yiddish word that means destiny, as in he is my soulmate, we were meant to be.

That's all the engagement updates I got for now. Thank you for your support and well wishes--hearing from all our friends in all corners of our lives has been the greatest blessing of our engagement so far!

We're Engaged!!!!!!!

2009-08-23T09:32:00.006-05:00

Adam proposed to me on my birthday yesterday, and we're engaged! Here's the story:

My birthday did not start out that well... let's just say it's smarter to celebrate your birthday on your birthday and not the night before. This way, you don't risk feeling ill on the day of. Anyhow, I'd been in Orlando and Adam had been in Hilton Head, so we reunited yesterday afternoon at the Minneapolis airport. We rested in the afternoon and went out for a late dinner at a neighborhood French restaurant we've both been wanting to try. We had a delicious meal, sharing all the dishes. After we finished eating, Adam suggested we walk home by the lake. Lake Calhoun is a special place to us because we're always there, and it's the number 1 reason we've learned to love our Minneapolis neighborhood.

Shortly after we got to the lake walking path, Adam pulled me over near a street lamp and started getting down on one knee. I knew what that indicated and yet the surprise sent my head spinning. I concentrated on what he was saying so I'd remember forever. "Rachael Baird, I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?" Somehow, in my overwhelmed, flustered state, I managed to say yes!

Isn't it perfect?!? The first pictures of the ring:

So, obviously, we're in the very early stages of planning anything but an engagement party will be in the works soon. We're both so excited and eager to celebrate with our family and friends back on the east coast. Perhaps an engagement party in DC is in order! As for a wedding date, well, haha don't ask but do stay tuned!

Blogging from 30,000 feet

2009-08-14T11:49:00.003-05:00

That's right, I'm using Delta's wi-fi on the airplane as we fly for the first leg of our trip from Mpls to Atlanta. So close to home, and yet so far. Then we're off to Savannah for the night before joining Adam's family in Hilton Head tomorrow!

Although I'm excited, I can't say that I've needed a vacation. Work has been busy preparing for the conference I'm attending later next week in Orlando (Disney World) Florida. What I most wish is that we could flip the timing around and I could go to the beach after the conference. It's my first business trip and I expect it will be exhausting.

I've brought along my camera and hope to share pictures and stories soon!

Bye Justin!

2009-08-07T22:38:00.010-05:00

Our friend Justin from GW is departing tomorrow to move back to DC. Having grown up here, he's been our Minneapolis ambassador, and he's introduced us to our adoptive family, who have thankfully made sure we're never without somewhere to go on a Jewish holiday.

We'll miss him. As happy as I am for Justin, who finally got a job after months of deadend temping here, I'm sad to see him go. Partly I'm sad to see Adam's and my third wheel social network crumble, but I'm also sad to admit I'm jealous because he's getting to return to DC.

Adam and I have this joke that, for Hanukkah '09, I'm going to make a t-shirt for him with a picture of his goofy smiling face surrounded by dogs and the words "Bitches love me" beneath. In return, I've asked for a twist on that classic I ♥NY t-shirt. Instead, I want mine to say:
I ♥
My BF
more than
I ♥
NY

It's no secret I'm infatuated with New York (see below) but it's all a joke. The real truth is my heart belongs to DC. I know life in DC has changed post-college, and I can't confuse college nostalgia with longing for life in DC. But if I'm honest with myself, the jealousy that tightens in my heart when I think of friends in DC makes me discontent with Minneapolis... an unsettling feeling.

Bottom line is we signed a 12-month lease here in Minneapolis on July 1, and who knows what the future holds. DC? San Diego? Austin? Albuquerque? (Notice what comes to mind are all warm places!) Best of luck to you, though, Justin!

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So, I loved Paris Je T'aime... Come on! What Francophile romantic didn't??? And now we have New York, I Love You to look forward to. I think I just wet myself.

P.S. "Francophile romantic." Is that redundant?

Summer Reading

2009-08-04T15:02:00.008-05:00

Reading, like writing blog posts, requires practice. It's not like shooting freethrows where practice makes perfect--so much as you need practice in order to create a routine. If I get out of the practice of thinking about what to write next for my blog, weeks go by before I remember faithful readers will be missing me. Similarly, unless I'm reading consistently, I forget to make time to read. The cure? Salacious books I can't put down!

First it was Middlesex. A book so commanding in its force and imaginative story telling, I didn't want it to end because I cared too much about the characters to say goodbye. Three or four summers ago, everyone was walking around with a copy (Thanks, Oprah!) but if you somehow missed the boat, I implore you to read this book. [And, sidenote, if you haven't read Kavalier and Clay by Michael Chabon, we can't be friends again until you do.]

Now, looking for a light escape in contrast to Middlesex, I took the Twilight plunge. How I wish I hadn't... I'm already on book 2 of the series and I know there will be no rest until I have completed book 4. For shame. The writing style and literary quality are lacking and yet there's an adrenaline rush from speeding through 150 pages of the book in one hour. Tsk tsk me if you must, but honestly what can be better than the epic, dangerous romance between a girl and her LOHL (love of her life) vampire? Not TV, that's for sure.

I already miss the Hamptons

2009-07-29T08:22:00.002-05:00

Food Tour of New York

2009-07-28T16:26:00.005-05:00

The last weekend in July, Adam and I took a much-needed trip to the East Coast. We reunited with friends and family and (forgive me, but) it felt so good.

It's no secret that I'm post-dating this blog post, so I'll just give you the highlights. The food highlights:

Friday, Manhattan
Katz's deli for bagels, shmear and lox
Chinatown for bubble tea
Midtown for people watching at gourmet deli where sandwiches cost $12
Pinkberry for yogurt under 200 calories
One of Ray's Original Pizzerias for a slice
Shabbos dinner with Pearl & Meyer, Adam's gparents

Saturday, The Hamptons
breakfast: bagels, fresh OJ
lunch: crabcakes, fresh guacamole, clams, shrimp
dinner: surf & turf on the beach, s'mores at the beach campfire

Sunday, The Hamptons & Manhattan
breakfast: bagels, fresh OJ
lunch: more crabcakes, more fresh guacamole, more shrimp, and the best french toast EV-ER [I've decided french toast not made from challah bread is a waste of time.]
dinner: CAN WE CONSUME ANYMORE? yes, sushi. New Yorkers are the reason the tuna supply is dwindling.

P.S. It took a week for my normal eating and digestive routine to return, lending credence to the theory that your stomach does, in fact, expand.

Facebook pics

2009-07-16T20:27:00.002-05:00

Check out my new album.

Summer Blockbusters: Bruno vs. Harry

2009-07-16T17:28:00.009-05:00

VS.

In the last week, I've seen two of this summer's most widely anticipated movies. For me, Harry comes out on top.

First, Bruno. The sequel to Borat was "eh, good I guess, not great." Beware of the gratuitous male full frontal nudity, and the thin plot made it difficult to accept that you had paid to see this movie as opposed to watching clips from the Ali G. show on your computer at home. Also, the Bruno character wasn't as likable as Borat, so the gag jokes were just for shock without any character development to redeem or substantiate it.

The best part about the Bruno movie? I thought the guerrilla marketing was hysterical. An assless chaps clad Bruno landing balls-first in Eminem's face at the MTV Movie Awards? Vundervul. ("Wonderful" with my German accent.)

For me, Harry takes the cake. Maybe I'm biased. (Ok, I'm biased.) But I thought the sixth installment was really fun, entertaining, and maintained the integrity of the series. A lot of the reviews have focused on the teenage romances portrayed in the film, and I thought it was a bit much as a major theme, and yet I totally enjoyed it.

It's also just a delight to watch the characters age on the screen. Hermione is hot! Ginny Weasley, not so hot. It's fascinating to think these were once kids who were cast at age 11 without anyone really knowing how they'd turn out as actors or looks-wise. And, to the best of my knowledge as only a casual Potterite, none of the actors have been re-cast. For the first time, there were moments in this movie when Daniel Radcliffe produced some really good acting bits.

From a Washington Post review, which I couldn't agree with more:

It's hard to blame "Half-Blood Prince" screenwriter Steve Kloves or director David Yates for focusing on the romance. After all, as young-adult adventures go, the sixth book in the Harry Potter series is awfully light on the adventure, offering only one action sequence at the end of its exposition-packed 652 pages. It must have seemed a daunting challenge to adapt for an audience of casual moviegoers who don't know a quaffle from a bezoar. The film's sacrifice of Horcruxes in favor of hormones yields some comic highlights: The three leads, Daniel Radcliffe (Harry), Rupert Grint (Ron) and Emma Watson (Hermione), give their most charming performances to date. Ron is particularly funny under the addling effects of a love potion, and Hermione is sad and sweet in a moment of romantic disillusionment, sitting at the bottom of a set of stone stairs, conjuring a flock of twittering birds to circle above her head.
All of which is to say that "Half-Blood Prince," with its romantic triangle (square? pentagon?), its Quidditch high jinks, its gorgeous production design and its bang-up final action sequence, might be the most enjoyable Harry Potter movie yet for people who don't particularly care about Harry Potter movies.

We've been going to a lot of concerts lately

2009-07-13T17:46:00.003-05:00

Saturday night, Adam, new friends, and I went to the Minneapolis music festival, Basilica Block Party. If Rock the Garden was for hipsters, Basilica Block Party was for high schoolers. Judging by the amount of kids in braces without wristbands, I'm guessing the median age in attendance was 16. Although, considering Matt Nathanson was performing, I'm not sure why I felt surprised to feel so old. After all, I saw Matt Nathanson when I was 16!

The concert headliner was Counting Crows, who I actually do like. Their song "Anna Begins" makes me want to have a little cry and then exclaim about the beauty and pain and selflessness of love.

Snap her up in a butterfly net and pin her down on a photograph album.
I am not worried cause I've done this sort of thing before.
But then I start to think about the consequences,
And I don't get no sleep in a quiet room and

This time when kindness falls like rain
It washes me away. And Anna begins to change my mind.
And everytime she sneezes I believe it's love and,
Oh lord, I'm not ready for this sort of thing.

In fact, (forgive me Adam) the whole concert was quasi-romantic despite the crushing crowds. Between Matt Nathanson and the Counting Crows, I was in a total music vortex of Rachael's Taste in Music circa 2003. The music that--as a high school girl, who only had crushes on guys and was dreaming of her own Adam--made me believe that love was out there and would someday happen to me. And then, here I was in 2009, listening to that same music with my boo!

Reverse Telecommuting

2009-07-13T17:43:00.003-05:00

This is a clever phrase that refers to when you do stuff you should do at home while you're at work. I balance my bank account, call the dentist, renew my library book, and YES write blog posts. See above.

Boo Northwest Airlines!!!!

2009-07-07T17:47:00.004-05:00

Today's the kind of day where you feel like nothing goes your way. I don't know how many guys can relate to this, but girls, you know the feeling where you're on the cusp of crying all day and you almost wish you'd stub your toe or something just to finally burst out in tears? Maybe blame it on PMS? Ugh. Today, that is me.

So even though I should just be quietly taking deep breaths, I want to make a bit of a public service announcement to hopefully save someone else the trouble I currently find myself facing.

Scenario: I'm going on a business trip in August to a big conference in Orlando. I was also invited to go on vacation with Adam's family that same week, so I am splitting my time between Hilton Head and Orlando. My company had already booked my roundtrip airfare from Minneapolis to Orlando when I got the green light to take my vacation, so I planned to go directly from Hilton Head to Orlando rather than return to Minneapolis for my original flight to Orlando.

Here is the problem: If I skip my first flight from Minneapolis to Orlando, Northwest will cancel my return flight from Orlando back home. To "cancel" would mean owing them at least $250 in fees! I know I'm upset, but is this not outrageous?? They want to charge me a fee to change my flight, a fee to reprocess my ticket, and the difference to pay for whatever a one-way ticket costs. All that for me to not! even! fly! with them!!! Wow, writing this, I am still angry.

What you should learn from my mistakes: Don't plan on skipping a flight if you also plan to catch your return flight. The thought didn't even cross my mind, and now I will pay dearly for my assumptions.

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Please send happy thoughts.

A Prairie Home Companion

2009-07-07T09:18:00.004-05:00

We went there. We did this. It was grand. It was quintessential Minnesota. And, most importantly, after long waiting, disappointment, chasing, elbowing out other patrons, and paying $7, I performed the ultimate daughterly duty by procuring for my dad a slice of famous beepop a reebop rhubarb pie.

Family for the Fourth

2009-07-07T09:05:00.004-05:00

White Rabbits

2009-06-29T23:37:00.005-05:00

If you get the chance, you MUST see this band in concert. So AWESOME. See for yourself!

I just got home from the concert, and I'm still smiling.

Just Booked a Flight to Hilton Head

2009-06-28T17:15:00.000-05:00

I love summer!

My First Race

2009-06-27T13:48:00.009-05:00

I've been running for my exercise for the past couple years, and I've always thought it would be fun to run in a race. Well, today, I popped my 5K cherry. I'd expressed my nervousness about running in races to a co-worker who suggested today's race: a 5K fun run as part of Pride Weekend. Donations from my registration fee go to an organization called District 202 that sponsors LBGT youth. They host events like a gay-friendly prom for high schoolers, which sounds fun, and I want to go.

When I woke up early this morning, it was raining. By the 9 AM race start time, the humidity was thick. I knew the race would be a struggle considering I was drenched in sweat and dehydrated after the first half mile. Nevertheless, Adam and Justin ran with and pushed me the whole way and helped me to keep pace. The friendly gays cheered me on too! I finished 31:18... not bad. I'll take it. I'd have liked to clock in under half an hour, but I *won* because I crossed the finish line without stopping to walk at any point. I also *won* because I totally earned the breakfast burrito I scarfed down an hour later.

Before:

After:

Anticipation

2009-06-24T20:03:00.005-05:00

As I mentioned in the post below, I checked out one of Garrison Keillor's novels from the library yesterday. Famous for being a Minnesotan and inventing the fictitious Lake Woebegone in prose and on his radio show, A Prairie Home Companion, Garrison Keillor's book does not disappoint. On every page, I have a "yes!" moment as he describes some aspect of Minnesota life that is so spot on. He names places that I have now been to and I now have a firsthand understanding of the rift between Minneapolis and St. Paul. (For the record for all you East Coasters, St. Paul is the neighborhood of Minneapolis that happens to contain the state capitol.)

And the Minnesota attitude. The cold is good for you!

Here is a paragraph about the State Fair. It is the most highly anticipated event of the year, and best as I can tell you fall into one of two camps. LOVE it or HATE it. I'm totally expecting to love it. Here, in Garrison's words:

On the last Saturday in August we put on our shorts and Gopher t-shirts and went to the Minnesota State Fair for the ritual trek through the Swine, Cattle, Horse and Sheep Barns, the Chicken Pavilion, to the Tilt-a-Whirl, Big Jiggle, the Giant Slide, the John Deere exhibit, blue-ribbon preserves and cakes in the Home Activities Building, the fine art show, and we bought four corn dogs with mustard and a bag of miniature doughnuts, which we ate on the double Ferris wheel, and then went home, satisfied, foot-sore, smelling of grease.

-Garrison Keillor, Love Me

I have no desire for summer to pass by quickly. In fact, I mourn at every sunset. Every day of summer is one day closer to winter. But, at the end, I have the State Fair to look forward to... and then there's football.

I officially live in Minnesota

2009-06-23T20:09:00.002-05:00

Here's why: I got my library card. And I borrowed a Garrison Keillor novel. Doesn't get much more Minnesota than that.

Happy Father's Day

2009-06-21T10:58:00.002-05:00

Love you, Dad!

We Rocked the Garden

2009-06-21T09:06:00.011-05:00

Yesterday we went to the Current & the Walker Art Center's music festival, Rock the Garden. For me, it was a seasonal milestone. We first purchased our tickets back in April where June 20 just held the promise of summer. And sure enough, yesterday was a beautiful sunny day, and we all sat on blankets in our tank tops and shorts and sweat through our clothes. Cold beer and a slight breeze, our only refreshment. It was magnificent. The music was good too.

The Decemberists were the headliners, and they played their new album straight through. It's a narrative about star-crossed lovers and killing children. The band wore costumes. No idea? They performed during beer 4, and I was in my happy place. (Incidentally, I am not happy about having drank 4 beers this morning...)

Here are some pictures.

The thermostat in my apartment says it's 84 degrees...

2009-06-19T08:10:00.004-05:00

Just saying. When, in January, I never believed summer was possible again, I also never imagined my apartment would become a sauna. Despite my frizzy hair and the fact I haven't stopped sweating since stepping out of a cold shower, I am not complaining. (If I tell myself this enough, is it true?) NO, I am not complaining. I am documenting this so I can read it NEXT January.

The Trouble with Dressing for Minnesota Summers

2009-06-17T19:32:00.005-05:00

Now don't get me wrong: I'm not really complaining. But it is so freaking over-air-conditioned everywhere I go! I'm overjoyed for the heat and yet still must dress for winter. Harrumph!

Enjoy the heat! Embrace the heat! Don't get A/C, but, yes, do buy a fan. Otherwise, you will wake up in a pool of your own sweat every morning when the sun rises at 6. As you may have guessed, I have learned this the sticky way.

How does one dress for a Minnesota summer? In addition to the constantly fluctuating temperatures, there's also the blessing/curse of Minnesota being a teensy bit behind in fashion. (Someone I work with had never heard of H&M!) You know, even as I'm writing this, "behind" is not the best way to describe people's attitudes about clothes. Maybe ambivalence is more true to the point?

I'll admit that I am not the queen of fashion, but I did pick up a bit of materialism during my time at GW. And being image and label-conscious. I'm glad I can begin ignoring these things again, which leads me to the whole point of this post. (If I ever said I enjoyed brevity, I was lying.)
I imagine these shoes are so comfortable for the summer. Half sneaker... half sandal! But I cannot- will not- let myself buy them. I am not a mom and I have 8 more years til I turn 30. Damnit why can't I fully morph into a Minnesotan? Then I would SO have bought them already.

P.S. In my Zappo's hunt, I found Ugg boots on sale. Might as well snap those up-- I'll need them by September!

Adam Has a Rival Blog

2009-06-15T19:45:00.004-05:00

It's really no competition. You either like sarcasm (me) or potty humor (Adam). Enjoy!

http://poemsfromthethrone.blogspot.com

VICTORY

2009-06-13T13:12:00.002-05:00

Penguins win the Stanley Cup! A great year for Pittsburgh-- it seems only fitting that the Pirates will go on to win the World Series. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Adam and I were in Pittsburgh last weekend celebrating his brother Daniel's graduation from high school. Adam's parents generously flew us in rather last minute, but we had our plans long before we had dreams of Pittsburgh competing in the Stanley Cup. So we were in Pittsburgh for Game 5, and we were so pumped to experience the city buzzing with Stanley Cup pride. Too bad Fleury had his worst game ever that night and squashed our dreams of dancing in the streets. (Incidentally, we went to a new South Side hotspot, Hofbrauhaus, an imitation German beer garden, where we instead danced on the tables.)

Anyway, so we were in Pittsburgh last weekend for Daniel's graduation party. His ceremony is actually this weekend and, at the time, I joked that I was glad we got to go to the best part of the festivities. Not anymore! I so badly wanted to have been in Pittsburgh last night when I watched this video.

LET'S GO PENS! Now, so excited for football season!

Adam, why did you ever leave?

2009-06-09T23:18:00.004-05:00

From Yahoo's Best Places to Live 2009. Link to article.

Upper St. Clair, Pennsylvania

For a quiet residential option, consider Upper St. Clair, Pa. This quaint town of fewer than 20,000 residents is located in the hilly woodlands outside Pittsburgh, where the Whiskey Rebellion of the late 1700s was centered. The median home price of this family-oriented community was $240,000 in 2008. And its school system is superb: Ninety-eight percent of its high school graduates go on to college, and the Upper St. Clair school district currently boasts 10 federal government blue-ribbon "Excellence in Education" awards.

After the spring thaw, residents head outside to enjoy the region's abundant greenery. "Pennsylvania is a fairly robust and rich place in terms of resources, if you just look a little bit," says Ed Di Gangi, the president of the Upper St. Clair Fly Fishing Club. In addition to fishing, popular outdoor activities include hiking, cycling, golf, and bocce. And with Pittsburgh about 10 miles away, residents of this small town are never too far removed from big-city comforts. "From here to a Pirates [baseball] game or here to a Penguins [hockey] game, it's 30 minutes or less," Di Gangi says.

Bathing Suit Fun!

2009-06-09T18:46:00.004-05:00

When asked if we wanted to go to the lake two weeks ago, my first thought was Yes! My second thought was, Shoot! All my bathing suits are in Atlanta!

What to do in a last-minute bathing suit pinch? Well, you could let your boyfriend who works at Target volunteer to buy you one. For a girl, this is crazy for several reasons: 1. bathing suits are hard to fit just right (you don't want too much/little coverage). 2. what does a boy know about buying a bikini? 3. WHAT DOES A BOY KNOW ABOUT BUYING A BIKINI?

Here's what Adam chose for me> I'll leave it to you to decide if he really deep down hates me or if he has interesting taste and style. Either way, I've already worn it.

Note: that is NOT me in the picture.

Note 2: The top reverses to cheetah print.

Caroline, or Change

2009-06-07T23:24:00.004-05:00

Last Wednesday, I went to see The Guthrie's production of Tony Kushner's Caroline, or Change. I'd heard/read nothing but good things. The Guthrie is even receiving national attention for the Kushner revival. Anyway, it was more or less described to me as a must-see. So, I naturally decided I must see it. We went for day-of rush tickets, which is an amazing deal. Especially for a sparsely attended weeknight performance where good seats are still available.

I enjoy the theater, and I am still proud of my handful of GW Hatchet play reviews. Sadly, I don't always make more of an effort to go, and this time I'm sure glad I did. Here's my mini-review.

The play was overhyped. Let me underhype it a bit so that if you live in Minneapolis and decide to see the show, you will not have impossible-to-live-up-to expectations like I did.

Now that I've gotten that out of the way... the play is a musical. All the singers had exceptionally strong voices, and I thoroughly enjoyed the music. The setting is Louisiana, 1963, and the play focuses on the tension between a young white Jewish boy and his black maid. Hailing from Atlanta, I was especially intrigued by the social commentary pitting the blacks and the Jews at odds in the south.

Notably, Caroline, the black maid, was magnificent as a determined, rigid, dignified black woman. Her moment of catharsis (this is not a spoiler, merely Tragedy in Drama 101) marks the first time I've ever cried at the theater. Also, the Jewish stepmother was brilliant as a sympathetic woman who cannot, try as she might, get her stepson--or his father to love her.

I highly recommend the show with the caution that it is long (at nearly 3 hours) and the children's performances are wooden yet still likable.

For those reading from afar, enjoy this clip from the intro.

To tweet or not to tweet?

2009-06-07T23:18:00.004-05:00

I'll admit it. On my blog of all places. I'm scared of Twitter. I feel like my parents' generation who was scared of Facebook three years ago: I don't understand it. I don't know how it works. But I think I'd be good at Twitter. I'll have a thought and think it's funny. I could share it with others, and others might think it's funny. Others might think I'm funny. Is it possible Twitter is already passé and I am too late?

Cabin Fever Pt. 2 and Congratulations, Adam!

2009-05-31T12:31:00.007-05:00

For a second consecutive weekend, Adam and I were lucky to be invited to stay at a friend's cabin! This time, the cabin was a 2 hour drive to Eau Claire, Wisconsin and also on a lake. It's been really wonderful to drive outside of Minneapolis and see a bit more of the agriculture scenery the Midwest is so famous for. Our friend Grant has a boat at his cabin, so we happily spent all morning boating around the lake and, unbeknown to us as the time, getting ridiculously sunburned! Besides that, it was the perfect day-- blue skies, bald eagles, college friends and cold beer. Could be the lyrics to a country song!

Adam's sunburn was particularly unfortunate because the half-marathon he's been training for was this morning. The trooper that I am, I too woke up at 5:45 to support him. While I'd considered just joining him at the finish line, I thought it might be exciting to watch the race start to finish. Not to mention, it was a beautiful morning for me to see more of downtown Minneapolis up close.

Watching the runners, I've never felt simultaneously so inspired and yet so profoundly lazy. Last minute, I contemplated running the 5K but decided this was Adam's race. Now that I've seen what it's like, I'm more motivated (and less intimidated) to commit to signing up for a 5K and training to get a good time.

Adam finished 13 miles in 1:51:48! That's my Doodle!

It's true. I'm a converted hockey fan.

2009-05-28T23:45:00.002-05:00

Cabin Fever

2009-05-28T23:27:00.003-05:00

Here in Minnesota, summer is officially kickstarted by Memorial Day weekend. Adam and I were originally planning on driving 8+ hours to South Dakota's Black Hills to camp and check out Mt. Rushmore. Bad weather and roadtrip partners dropping out stalled our plans, so we were fortunate to receive an invitation to go to our friend Sarah's cabin.

To understand a bit about cabin culture, I recommend this June's foreward written by the Minnesota Monthly's editor.

So, as I have come to understand it countless city people retreat to their lakeside cabins each weekend during the summer. Which sounds nice, but here's what I don't get... some of these cabins are far away. Like as far as Wisconsin! That's a long way to go EACH. WEEKEND. And then there's the fact that many people go to their cabins to "rough it": no heat, limited plumbing. Hmm... It would be totally nice to have a vacation home, don't get me wrong, but Minneapolis is so great now that it's finally summer! Why leave? It's the state of 10,000 lakes after all. The closest one is six blocks away!

Well, so I have all these preconceptions, but the reality is Adam and I loved every second of our trip to Sarah's cabin. The drive was long, yet scenic. Lest I forget I'm pretty new to the Midwest--everything is an adventure! We were welcome guests, we ate well, we did outdoorsy things, and-most importantly-we relaxed. Ahh, cabin life. If only I could stay up all summer!

Sarah, if you're reading this, I'd love to post the hammock picture HERE>

Are you there SUMMER, it's me Rachael?

2009-05-17T17:19:00.003-05:00

Ok, Ok, I know I'm letting weather take over my life (and blog) but it's mid-May, and I want to be wearing shorts and a t-shirt damnit. So when I can't, I become grumpy. But, here in Minnesota, summer is just around the corner. I finally feel it!

Today was a complete summer-like success. The sun is shining, and the streets of Uptown are crowded with people happy to be outside on a Sunday afternoon. We toured the Walker Sculpture Gardens and joked about joining the high schoolers in taking prom pictures, but alas, no one had a camera.

Later, I took my new bike to the repair shop--I bought pink handle bar tape and a cushioned woman's seat, so I'm already on my way to girl-ifying my wheels. And once my brakes work, I'll be riding my way to hipster heaven.

After, we wandered over to the park so Adam could play basketball. On the way, we heard live music, and out of curiosity, we followed the sound to check it out. Lo and behold, we discovered a street festival! I couldn't believe it! It was magical--as if someone planted it there just for me to find on this beautiful afternoon so that I could be happy about life. Draft beer, children with balloon hats, puppies, and tattoos... that sums up this Minneapolis street festival. And it was glorious.

Kredentials, the local Minneapolis band, was pretty good too. Hip hop for all! Check out their MySpace page.

Now, I leave you to go grill hamburgers and hotdogs outside, bliss.

I'm on a bike

2009-05-16T17:54:00.005-05:00

You know that viral Andy Samberg/T-Pain SNL video short?

Well, I've had that song stuck in my head all day. Not because I've been on a boat but because I got a new bike today! (I'm on a bike... I'm on a bike... Never thought I'd be on a bike...) The annual neighborhood garage sale event was today, and it's the kick-off to what I've been led to understand is a big garage sale season. Throughout our neighborhood, rummage sales spilled out on to folks' lawns. Adam found me a $10 road bike that needs some serious TLC, but $10 is a steal! The rear brakes need repair, and the bike will probably require more frequent maintenance than I'm currently capable of doing myself. Plus, the previous owner's DIY black spray paint job is not to my liking, but at least that much I can handle.

Our other acquisitions include a potted rubber tree plant, an end table, and large speakers for Adam's dream surround sound experience. Total spent: $34.

Dhani Tackles the Globe

2009-05-06T21:10:00.007-05:00

Sometimes I like to pretend that I watch less TV than I actually do. But you know what? I enjoy watching TV. Though I can honestly say that I consciously do not plan my nights around certain TV programs. If I miss a show, my life will not end. That is, until I met Dhani.

Dhani Tackles the Globe is a show on the Travel Channel that follows Bengals linebacker Dhani Jones as he travels to a different country each week and devotes 7 days to learning and training for a local, often indigenous, sport. Switzerland? Schwingen. Basque region of Spain? Jai alai. Thailand? Muay thai. In addition to testing whether his football athleticism translates into his being universally fit for any sport, he experiences the local culture as only a loveable, massive, 6 foot black man could. And without fail, some portion of the show follows him into a shop where he gets outfitted in local dress, and then he prances around flirting with girls.

So good. I love it. And, dudes, Adam loves it too. You must watch this show.

Nostalgia

2009-05-02T11:38:00.005-05:00

I've been thinking a lot about college lately. In just a couple weeks, the anniversary of my graduation will pass. Friends and acquaintances from the class of '09 are beginning to post messages on Facebook like "last class ever!" or "one more final to go before I'm done with college!" Weird that it's their turn now. Also, I'm here in Tucson surrounded by college students, most of whom are sophomores, who are almost halfway finished yet still have two very long years before graduation.

Plus, Adam is in DC right now visiting all our old college friends.

It's strange. When I first decided to take a trip to Tuscon, I purposely planned it for the same weekend Adam scheduled a trip to DC. Even though I was welcome to go with him, I chose to go to Tucson so I could have guaranteed heat and an escape from MN. But, in all honesty, part of me felt reluctant to go back to DC. I'm not emotionally ready. I worry that a trip to DC would have me comparing my life in Minneapolis to what I could have had if I'd stayed in DC. I miss my friends and want to see them, but I listened to my gut which was telling me to stay away a bit longer.

In the one day I've been here, I've gotten a slight sunburn and have had a relaxing time. It feels like a vacation. Adam, on the other hand, has been completely immersed in a trip down memory lane, and it sounds like he's the one having more fun.

I wouldn't say I regret my decision to not go to DC. But I definitely feel like I'm missing out on the good times they're having, pretending it's the old days.

Recently, I got two good pieces of advice. The first was from a coworker who put it to me this way: think about the kids who aren't allowed to write or call home the first two weeks of summer camp. Of course you're homesick--that's ok-- but, over time, you will let yourself get swept up in the present.

The second piece of advice was instead of feeling sorry for myself that I don't have my former college social life, plan trips. No one tells you what to expect post-college in your 20s, but it can be challenging to adjust. So, spend your hard-earned income and plan weekend trips to visit your girlfriends. That totally changed my attitude: I NEED to see my friends! And even if I do return to DC and feel wistful for my old life there, looking forward to reconnecting with old friends is better than missing them.

Punch Pizza

2009-04-29T23:19:00.004-05:00

We have eaten there 3 times in the last 5 days. I'm pretty sure that's against the coupon rules even though it wasn't specifically stated... "One per customer" probably means "one per customer ever." Not "one per customer this meal." Such gluttons for a good deal and the best pizza in Minneapolis.

What To Do About Swine Flu?

2009-04-28T12:46:00.003-05:00

Originally posted as a note on the FISDAP Facebook page.

What To Do About Swine Flu?

Today at 12:41pm

May 1 is Friday, but here in Minnesota, summer and hot weather couldn’t feel farther away. By extension, tropical Mexico feels really, really far away. And yet the swine flu, which has killed 20 people in Mexico and is the suspected cause of 150 more deaths, feels threateningly close. Fears of an international pandemic are being sensationalized by the media, along with op-eds that cry out “don’t panic!”

As a community of paramedics, how do we respond to concerns that this flu virus is becoming increasingly widespread and doesn’t spare the young and healthy? I don’t have a professional medical opinion about this—I still come from a perspective of the general public. How do I protect myself? When do I start to worry about my own health?

To stay calm, I educate myself. I’ve read that the CDC and WHO are working tirelessly to learn as much as they can about this particular virus strain. I’ve also read that while there have been a handful of cases reported in the US, no one has died and the first people infected are already beginning to recover. While we can’t contain Minnesota, I put trust in the fact that even in a worst case scenario situation, if I get sick, I can be treated.

And then I don’t worry about that sneeze—it must be allergies.

For a comic approach to swine flu precautions, I recommend this Washington Post humor piece.
-Rachael

Playing Catch Up

2009-04-27T23:26:00.008-05:00

So, with the exception of life-changing events, here's the rundown on what's been happening in the LoR (Life of Rachael):

I went to my first dome baseball game at the Minneapolis Metrodome. The Twins won, but I felt no connection to them in the cavernous indoor stadium. From the cheap seats, I could only see through intense squinting, so I just relaxed, sipped my $6 beer and talked my way through the game. The Twins are getting a new outdoor stadium spring 2010, and I can see why everyone's excited. Since I now pay taxes in MN, I feel like I can have an opinion on the decision to NOT build a retractable roof. Where else will baseball games be canceled because of snow?

I quit my job at PBK. They finally came a'callin' and I had no choice but to agree to resign. It was peaceful, and I left as a "rehireable," but it was still somewhat sad to instantly regret all the things I did not buy with my discount.

This is a four-day week for me as I am officially jetsetting to Tucson this weekend. Abby, my gracious host, has planned a busy two days for me that include an early morning desert hike. Although it will be a shock to my system to be in 90 degree heat, I fully intend to spend as much time outdoors as possible. POOL, here I come.

The end of this week also marks a full 2 months at FISDAP. The job is going well, and everyday I am grateful to be wearing jeans and showing up to work at 10 AM. Occasionally, we drink beer at work. Don't worry there are rules: no beer til after 3 and once they've had more than one, the programmers can no longer program.

Minneapolis has experienced some teaser spring weather. The trees appear to have blossomed, but I'm not convinced yet that the "blossoms" aren't just pollen globs. I'm told it won't be til June when you can expect consistently warm days. May 1 is within the scope of the 10 day forecast, and the projected temp is 57. But sunny! Kill me. Thank goodness I'll be in Tucson.

Adam's family is coming to visit the following weekend. I'm excited to have visitors for whom we can show off our new city. This feeling of anticipation reminds me of when they came to visit us in Beijing, and it completely turned around my attitude for the better. Yay!

What else? I heard wind of coupons for $3 Punch pizza (an ah-may-zing deal), so of course we tried it. I think I like it better than Lucé. I know you've been waiting for that update.

Plans to go to Mt. Rushmore in South Dakota over Memorial Day weekend. I've been warned it's pretty underwhelming, so with low expectations, I think I'm all set. Should still be a fun road trip and solid camping. The boys want to rock climb for real outdoors. I'm thinking a nature walk sounds more my speed.

Lastly, I'm beginning to like hockey. The penguins are in the playoffs, and of course I've now adopted every Pittsburgh team. I think it's a combination of living with a diehard fan and being in hockey country that's done me in.

I already have my next blog post topic churning in my head, so I hope to avoid another month-long round up. Cheers!

Chag Sameach

2009-04-12T21:00:00.004-05:00

Happy Holidays! It's easy to miss home around the holidays, but I'm lucky that I just saw my family two weeks ago, and we now have an adoptive family here in Minneapolis. Justin's family has been very generous to us, and we were grateful to be invited to his house for Passover. The seder topped out at 19 guests and I'm amazed by how much of his extensive family lives in Minneapolis. It's just one of those things I'm realizing about this town. People don't leave. And if they do, they come back.

Passover is one of my favorite holidays, and I always wonder why I feel this way when it's the middle of the week and I'm sick of matzah and have indigestion. Although, I will admit to being lax about keeping kosher for Passover when it comes to beer and ice cream. This past weekend was perfect. 55 degrees still doesn't quite feel like spring to me, but if it's 55 and sunny, you can't stay indoors!

We began the weekend by being Minneapolis trendsters because we a.) went to a concert b.) of this cool local band that c.) I found through listening to my radio station, The Current. Naturally, I felt very hip. And what's a cool concert without craft beers on tap?

On Saturday, we walked around the greater Uptown neighborhood and finally went to the Minneapolis Institute of Art. I was surprised by the impressive size of the museum and the breadth of their collection. In fact, it was so big that we saw only 50% of all there is to see. And what better way to cap a perfect afternoon at the museum than to eat ice cream? In a cone... Oops!

I'm Published!

2009-04-07T17:30:00.004-05:00

Alive Magazine, a publication for women under 25, decided to publish one of my poems. I worked on a few revisions recommended to me by the editor, and you can find that version of my poem "Roadtrip Relationship" on page 52. Also, look for my cheesy bio in the "Contributors" section!

My very first time in print... I'm thrilled!

Open publication - Free publishing - More young women

Tucson Bound

2009-04-04T18:05:00.005-05:00

It's not official yet, but I hope to request the time off on Monday then pronto book my flight. I NEED to get out of here! I'm attributing this NEED to it being April, imminent snow tonight and tomorrow, and the slow realization that life in the real world doesn't include spring or summer breaks. I'm at this point where I just need to be hot! I want to sweat! And regain some color so my skin doesn't look translucent!

Last weekend, Adam and I traveled to Nashville for my grandfather's memorial service. All things considered, we had a really nice time and I was glad for Adam to have the opportunity to meet that side of my family. But, sadly, our trip south yielded no warm weather! Sure, it was warmer but we stayed indoors due to tornado warnings the first day, and the front brought in MN temps for the next day. Needless to say, it did not provide me with the relief I'd been hoping for.

So! On to Tucson! Abby & Zane, here I come!

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A picture from after the service:

William Heller, 1928-2009

2009-03-19T23:22:00.006-05:00

Last May, my family and I surprised my grandpa for his 80th birthday. He told us his birthday wish was to make it to 81.

My grandpa passed away today. Even though his health has been in decline for many years and we all viewed this is as "a long time coming," I am profoundly sad.

I want to share a poem I wrote about my grandpa during the fall of my junior year in college, two years ago.

William Heller, 1928-

When I was little,
My nickname for you was Turtle.
Face it: you have a Jewish schnoz.
Today, you are a turtle.

Shuffling slowly, dragging,
hiding in your Delray Beach
condo shell with a view,
puzzling crosswords in the living room.

Grandpa, please wear long-sleeve shirts.
Shocking purple bruises cover your arms.
Your blood is too thin.
Let's pretend you don't feel pain.

Tell me how many more years you have.
I'll meet a nice boy--we'll marry.
Dress you in a tux--we'll dance.
The distinguished hip osteoporosis jig.

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Found this when, out of curiosity, we were googling ourselves at work. [5/3/09]

William Hirsh Heller

E-mail

HELLER, William Hirsh Age 80. Formerly of Richmond, VA. Passed away March 19, 2009. Mr. Heller, born in Boston, graduated from Carneige-Mellon University in 1949 with a degree in Theater Arts. He moved to Richmond with his wife Miriam in 1958 where he lived until 1995. He worked in the life insurance industry most of his career before retiring as an insurance agent with Julius Strauss and Sons. He was also very active in Richmond's Jewish Community. After Miriam's death, Mr. Heller married Ann Serwitz and relocated to Delray Beach, FL where he lived until he moved to the Waterford Senior Living Community in Nashville in 2007. Son of Reita Hirsh and Edmond A. Heller of Boston, MA, Mr. Heller was preceded in death by his wife, Miriam Chipman. He is survived by his daughter, Carolyn Heller Baird and son-in-law, David Baird of Atlanta, GA; son, David Heller and daughter-in-law, Geralyn of Nashville, TN; brothers, Edmond Heller and sister-in-law, Madeline of Palm Beach Gardens, FL and Robert Heller of Atlanta; granddaughters, Rachael Baird of Minneapolis, MN, Abigail Baird of Atlanta, Sarah Heller, Catherine Heller and Grace Heller all of Nashville; former spouse, Ann Heller of Delray Beach, FL. A memorial service will be held in Nashville at Congregation Micah, 2001 Old Hickory Blvd., Brentwood, TN 37027 on Sunday, March 29, 2009 at 2:30 p.m. In lieu of flowers, please send donations to Jewish Family Services of Middle Tennessee, 801 Percy Warner Blvd., Nashville, TN 37205, (615) 356-4234.

Spring is in the air!

2009-03-16T18:50:00.004-05:00

Even before the official first day of spring, March 20, Minnesota got a taste of warmer temperatures! I'm just as delighted as the next person, but I still don't think 60 degrees constitutes shorts and tank tops weather... (What are people thinking?!) Maybe I'm just feeling grumpy because I'm celebrating with a sinus infection.

Besides, I'm not fooled. Minneapolis gets an average of 22 inches of snow in March, and we haven't gotten more than 9 so far. We're big time due for a blizzard. But, I have today as proof that heat does happen, and that will continue to get me through!

Twist My Arm Enough and I Will Go

2009-03-14T11:02:00.008-05:00

On Tuesday evening, Adam convinced me to go to a concert to see Jake Shimabukuro, a world renowned ukulele player, who undeniably got his big break as a YouTube sensation for a clip of his "While My Guitar Gently Weeps." (Keep in mind, this was 2 years before YouTube was used to win Barack Obama the election.) Jake has toured with the likes of Jimmy Buffett and has been performing as a solo artist for the last year.

It's hard to explain how a ukulele player could be so captivating, but Jake is unbelievably talented and has a funny, self-assured/self-deprecating shtick between songs. For example, he composed a song called "Me & Shirley T." about drinking Shirley Temples as a kid and getting a sugar high. He told us he didn't find out until a year after he'd been performing the song that Shirley Temple is a real person!

Then, last night, we went to the Wild stadium in downtown St. Paul to watch two MN high school hockey championship games. To say I was skeptical is an understatement... why should I pay $20 to see high school hockey?? To experience a MN obsession, that's why! In the sold-out 18,000+ stadium, we witnessed the dominant Eden Prairie take down Blaine. As my two native Minnesota friends explained to me, they'd have loved to watch Eden Prairie lose, but so it goes with the perennial team-to-beat. We also watched the Moorehead SPUDS beat the St. Paul private school Cretin Hall, which caused me a little grief. First of all, the SPUDS?? Like, as in, potatoes?? Plus, with all the anti-private school cheers, I had to feel a little solidarity with Cretin.

But did I have fun? Oh, yes!

Eating my way through Minneapolis

2009-03-08T19:43:00.005-05:00

The key to a girl's heart is... not just through eating, but eating at cool restaurants. Getting to know the city by dining at all kinds of different establishments has been a fun way to explore our new home. I've salivated over a few local lists of the Twin Cities' Best of the Best as well as comprehensive neighborhood-by-neighborhood guides. From Minneapolis institutions to nearby Uptown restaurants, I have compiled my own take on things.

Rachael's Best:
Happy Hour: Chino Latino. The ambiance is sexy/swanky, and the house red for $3/glass served in a juice glass stands out as the best cheap wine I've ever had. It was incredibly smooth and delicious, and between Adam and I, we easily drank at least a bottle's worth. They also had great appetizers from a mixture of ethnic backgrounds: such as $5 sushi and $3 empanadas.

Date: Heidi's. As a going-away/holidays present, my mom gave Adam and I a gift card to Heidi's after reading a review of the restaurant online. It's an intimate neighborhood eatery, which is owned and operated by local celebrity chefs who created Heidi's to be a low-key expression of sophisticated yet edited gourmet cooking. We went for Ad's birthday and loved every bite. Also, best service.

Summer Fantasy: Stella's. A mere two blocks from our apartment, this seafood restaurant boasts the most amazing rooftop deck and accompanying views. Dreaming of drinking Blue Moons and eating fish 'n chips outside on a warm summer night is getting me through the endless winter.

Greasy Spoon: Uptown Diner. Adam and I discovered this place on our first trip out when we were apartment-searching. As novices, we each ordered our own plate of hashbrowns. The plates are as big as a Thanksgiving turkey platter. The woman sitting at an adjacent table literally gasped in disdain when she saw my portions. We don't love it just because it's two meals worth of eggs, cheese, potatoes, seasoning and ketchup. It's also dangerously tasty.

Downtown Drinks Destination: Tie? The Local and Brit's Pub. These two could easily be owned by the same restaurant group because they are only a block apart and serve the same purpose. Large pub settings for beautiful-yuppie-watching and meeting Adam's Target co-workers.

Local Joint: Matt's Bar. Honestly haven't really done enough research on this one, but Matt's is home to the famous Jucy Lucy (not a typo). It's a burger with cheese in the center. I didn't love it more than a regular cheeseburger, but eating one made me feel like I was being inducted into Minneapolis. ** Adam thought Matt's should be "Best Date."

Steelers Bar: Pat McGovern's in Saint Paul made it possible for Adam to not freak out that he'd left Pittsburgh a month before their sixth Superbowl championship. Surrounded by 300 other transplanted fans, he felt right at home. They even included Primanti's sandwiches on the Sunday menu.

Pizza: This is a hotly contested issue among people who are either in the Lucé camp or the Punch camp. We've already tried Lucé since it's so close to our apartment, and we really liked it. But now we have to try Punch. So, the verdict is still out.

The Good and Bad of Minnesota

2009-03-06T22:28:00.007-06:00

While this could be a long itemized list, I have two offerings for a simple juxtaposition.

The Good:
New to my sidebar on the right side of the page is The Current widget. Thanks to Justin Koester, Adam and I were turned on to The Current soon after we'd arrived in Mpls. It's a member-supported, commercial-free national public radio station... but for young hipsters! I thought NPR was only for my dad with Car Talk, Prairie Home Companion, and classical music, but I also get contemporary, alternative music for bohemian types! Who would have thunk? This radio station is the best thing to happen to me in Minnesota. The first money I spent when I was hired for my new job was my contributing member donation, so that I could get the cool tote bag gift. I STRONGLY recommend you check out The Current by streaming it on your computer.

The Bad:

Body encased in ice found on Ham Lake golf course

Only a face was visible in the ice. Authorities are investigating.

Is that some headline or what? In case this link to the article in the Star Tribune isn't permanent, I'll summarize by saying they think the severed head and its body (still encased in ice) have been there since NOVEMBER. Sends chills up my spine. (Pun intended!)

Read If: you want to know more about my job and/or wish to be bored

2009-03-03T21:28:00.007-06:00

I agree that I'm short on material now that I've joined the workforce. Justin Koester was kind enough to redesign my blog title to have a humorous touch, and I think it looks great. But it's true: I'm employed... zzZZZ!

Having a full-time job will put a damper on the blogging, which was a huge help in keeping me creatively stimulated throughout the job search process. And I must say the blog was also a great forum for support from all of you. You deserve an update; I hope you'll be happy for me. So far, I really like my job. Training is going well, my co-workers honestly couldn't be friendlier, I show up at 10, and I wear jeans to work! I mean, I can't say enough about how lucky I feel!

However, now that I'm working, I feel inclined to protect the integrity of the company I work for, since, you never really know who's reading. What I can tell you is I work for a software development company in Saint Paul that is a forerunner in EMS training and test preparation. Following a recent move to set national standards for EMS, many schools are looking to my company to help them make sure their students will pass the certification exam. My role is to provide support to customers over the phone and through email. While that might sound dull to some of you, I think it's cool to interact with and help people. Plus, since it's a super small company, I've already gotten an idea of where else I can take on more responsibility and further develop my skills.

Snooze, snooze, I know! I know! I'll brainstorm about how to rejuvenate the blog!

On the Job: First Impressions

2009-03-01T11:47:00.004-06:00

The beauty of starting a job on a Friday is that you are there for one day and then voilà the weekend! All in all, everything went smoothly. I have my own desk space, and I had time to organize my computer the way I like it (though it's not a Mac, so I don't like it... those anti-Vista commercials are making more sense to me now). Everyone who works there, only 9 people including me, is very friendly. To welcome me, they ordered pizza and even let me choose the toppings for one! They regularly eat lunch together, which is nice to know because I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone better.

I also learned more details about the job, the expectations for me, and what my role will be within the growing, expanding, ever-changing company. I wouldn't say it was overwhelming: I'm sort of accustomed to being thrown into the deep end with "on the job training." The relaxed pace of my training will be a nice departure from that, and my supervisor is great, so I know I can tell her when I'm antsy and ready for more responsibility.

For now, I'm enjoying the weekend and basking in the novelty of having a job and a forthcoming paycheck before that wears off and there's just the grind.

Ok, so there was one bad thing: the commute. It's a breeze on the way there for my 10-6 shift, but the trip home was in heavy traffic. I'll just have to get used to MN traffic patterns and the drivers' habits. In Atlanta, everyone is constantly changing lanes to the point where you're often better off staying put because as soon as you move, your lane stops and the one you left starts moving. In Minneapolis, the opposite is true. Being an aggressive driver will serve me well here. Or maybe Adam will agree to move to St. Paul! Ha... doubtful.

Last Day of Freedom

2009-02-26T13:12:00.008-06:00

In honor of my last free day before starting my job, there's a SNOWSTORM!!! On my walk home from the hair salon (I look fab-u-lous!) it really started coming down. But even in Minnesota, snow is a real unifier that brings people together. I'm not exaggerating when I say every single person I passed on the street said hello and some variation of "Are you ready for 8 inches?" or "Be careful! It's slippery!" Was it ever?! I nearly wiped out at least once a block.

So, I got a professional new hairstyle to help me embark on my first day tomorrow. I'm also spending an enormous amount of mental energy deciding what outfit to wear. First impressions should not be discounted! So, here's the dilemma (my male readers will roll their eyes while my female readers will hopefully be sympathetic): I start on a Friday. Already, during my interviews I noticed it's an informal work environment so it's basically casual Friday everyday. But I can't wear jeans to my first day of work, right?? In the long run, though, I consider myself lucky. If I'd gotten a corporate job like Adam, I'd have to spend a good chunk of my paychecks buying tailored suits. At this place, I'll be able to wear just about everything in my closet!

As pretty as the snow is, it's gonna cramp my style. There's little to do except stay warm and dry indoors. I had been hoping to attend another young Jewish professionals happy hour because, hello! now I can finally join the club! Instead, I'm going to be lazy, watch HGTV, and cook a hearty soup.

HIRED!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-02-24T10:15:00.004-06:00

I got the job! I got the job! I got the job! (It's this job.) Considering the company received over 150 applications, I should feel pretty proud to have been offered the position. And, to my credit, I've been in Minneapolis for 7 weeks during a period of recession and layoffs and still managed to get a decent paying job at a company I'll enjoy working for... can't ask for much more than that! I realize I'm tooting my own horn, but it should be nice and refreshing for you after sludging through all my self-pity.

To the few of you who are devoted readers wondering if I'll continue writing, the answer is yes! I may have to change my theme, but this blogging thing is addictive.

So how do I celebrate at 10:23 on a Tuesday morning???

If I Were a Trustfund Baby

2009-02-20T09:58:00.010-06:00

With all this free time but no cash to play with, I've often daydreamed about how I'd go around squandering all my money. I have some ideas...

-Instead of once every 8 months, I'd definitely get a haircut every 4 weeks so that I could finally experiment with trendy, high-maintenance hairstyles. Bangs!
-I'd donate big bucks to art museums and be invited to exhibit premiere meet-and-greets. Champagne and light jazz in the afternoon!
-Shopping, obviously. (I don't even know if I'd enjoy the assortment at Neiman Marcus?)
-I would hire a personal trainer to coach me in pilates. My first choice would be the nicely mean woman who teaches cardio kick at the Y on Sundays and Tuesdays.
-Of course, I would have other rich/unemployed friends and we'd drink cocktails in posh hotel lounges.
-We'd live in a loft downtown, and I'd have frequent meetings with my interior decorator to discuss new acquisitions for our blend of shabby-chic-meets-modern decor.
-I'd be a regular patron of the theater.
-At the encouragement of my gallery-owner friends, I'd dabble in photography.
-Is it unreasonable to get weekly massages if you're not stressed?
-I would travel to exotic locations one week out of the month. It's probably warm in Greece right now.
-Eating at expensive restaurants with chef luminaries would be a must.

Recession? What recession?

I got the internship...

2009-02-19T16:46:00.004-06:00

...but do I take it?? Remember, it's unpaid!

Poll Results: well, it was really all a ploy to see who was reading the blog, and I can now conclude that I have a whopping 12 readers. Actually, I have a hit counter, so I know it's more than that, so don't feel bad if you didn't participate! But, the clear winner- by a landslide- is AFRICA! However, as Jake mentioned in his comment, a mirror image of South America could have really been a strong poll contender.

What Happens Next?

2009-02-18T19:47:00.004-06:00

Without groveling, how do I appropriately convey to the women who interviewed me that I'm dying to work for them? Today I went to my interview at a small software development firm that specializes in EMS training/testing for a Customer Service Rep position. More than any job prospect yet, this seems not only the most promising but the most interesting, and it's a REAL salaried job. Because the company is small, my role would actually encompass a number of different jobs such as marketing, copywriting, event planning, and bookkeeping, which would allow me to develop a variety of skills and have a diverse workday. To me, that is the ideal work environment because you get to wear many hats and take initiative to be creative in managing your time and responsibilities.

At the interview, I got along great with the two young women I met (both former English majors!) to the point where I was completely at ease and there were even tangential moments in our conversation that felt like chit-chat. Minneapolis winters are surprisingly sunny despite the cold, and yes, I totally agree that I prefer this to gray and gloomy East Coast winters. Needless to say, I feel confident they liked me-- I just hope they also believe my skills and experience match what they're looking for.

So, I suppose this post is bittersweet. I'm broadcasting my desperation to be offered this job, but it could be a pleasant blog entry for posterity if it works out. Or, I will continue to be a waste of life unemployed and flinch when I re-read this. :-/

Interviews Galore

2009-02-16T18:37:00.008-06:00

Three (3) interviews= "Galore." And, believe it or not, this is a job-related blog post, so it actually fits under the title of Unemployed in Minneapolis.

The first interview was last Friday at the literary center downtown, and I think it went well. Although it is an unpaid internship, I still believe that I stand to make great connections and gain invaluable experience in marketing/PR, non-profit work, and could even have the opportunity to learn marketable skills like grant writing. Plus, it would give me indescribable warm fuzzies to be in a writers' community again.

Today, I went to the law firm, which was an intense interview. It's a small practice, so I actually met with the partners. They asked me questions which, in theory, I should be prepared for, such as "tell us about your greatest weakness." To me, my pause seemed like an eternity, but I hope they interpreted it as a brief period of reflection. Another shining moment occurred when I was listing my strengths as my communication skills, both written and verbal. Unfortunately, I got tongue tied and never finished the sentence after announcing how articulate I am. Otherwise, they laughed at a couple jokes I made, and I'd be happy to take the job.

And... on my way to the interview this afternoon, I got a call from another job I'd applied to, which is in St. Paul. It would be a bit of a commute, and I'm unsure of how the Mpls > St. Paul traffic patterns work, but I'm not letting that deter me. I had a good gut feeling when I first applied to the job and checked out the company's web site. (Do your research, kiddies!) That interview is on Wednesday.

With such a busy interviewing schedule, who has time for work or self-pity? Good thing considering PBK might as well have fired me since I have zero (0) hours scheduled between now and who knows when? They're slashing payroll hours like crazy, but, truthfully, I won't mind not working there if I have a better job to replace it... And if I remain an active, casual employee there but am primarily working somewhere else, I will finally be able to afford to use my 40% discount!

Happy Valentine's Day, Part II

2009-02-14T20:40:00.003-06:00

So, we enjoyed a delightful Italian dinner at a nice, step-above-Olive-Garden restaurant in downtown St. Paul. We had a lovely time and no premonition that Adam would get a parking ticket despite the sign that read NO PARKING. We were wrong. Adam is paying the $25 fine, but he also wishes to dispute his guilt.

Read his letter to the St. Paul Traffic Violation Department:

To whom it may concern,

On the night of February 14, 2009, I was issued a parking ticket for parking in a place which is reserved for permit holders and exempt on holidays. While I cannot begin to argue that I possess a permit, I do take notice that the date in which my violation occurred fell on a holiday. I am well aware that Valentine's Day, celebrating the life of the patron saint of love, is but a Hallmark holiday. However, according to my girlfriend, I must treat it with the same respect which I give to all federal holidays. Otherwise, she says, our relationship would cease to exist. Which is why on the night of February 14, 2009, I was celebrating the life of St. Valentine by taking my girlfriend to St. Paul's own Il Veno Visco. When I arrived, all parking lots were full due to the Wild game, and the only spot available was the spot which required a permit or a holiday--one of which fits into the current paradigm. And I know that since St. Valentine's Day is not a federal holiday, I am guilty of such infraction. For this very reason, I have included a check for $25. I do, however, hope that in the future, parking tickets will not be given on a day which most of mankind must participate in holiday-like activities in order to please their other half.

Sincerely,
Adam

P.S. Although Adam would have liked to pen the above letter with a quill and ink, he did incorporate an old-fashioned flourish by stamping his Chinese name next to his signature.

Happy Valentine's Day

2009-02-14T10:30:00.007-06:00

I know, I know. I'm one of the lucky ones who won't be alone on Valentine's Day. But don't hate me! I still wish everyone I know: single, dating, married, "it's complicated," and anti-VDay a ton of CHOCOLATE!

Here's a Washington Post article about kissing. Warning: this racy exposé on the decline of kissing will give you the urge to makeout--make sure someone willing is nearby!

And since I'm a huge nerd, I subscribe to Merriam-Webster's Word of the Day in anticipation of ever having to re-take the SAT. The words are usually pretty interesting and often topical on holidays. I thought I'd share 2/14/09's word with you today.

Merriam-Webster’s
Word of the Day
February 14

spoony

\SPOO-nee\

adjective

Meaning

1 : silly, foolish; especially : unduly sentimental

*2 : being sentimentally in love

Example Sentence

It was Valentine's Day and spoony couples were enjoying romantic candlelit dinners at the city's many fine restaurants.

Did you know?

In 19th-century British slang, "spoon" meant "simpleton" (a meaning that may have been influenced by the "shallowness" of some spoons). That use of "spoon" brought about the adjective "spoony" to describe a silly or foolish person. In time, the foolish manner implied by "spoony" began to take on sentimental and amorous overtones, and it soon became the perfect word for those foolishly head over heels in love. Another "spoon" is a verb referring to love-making or necking. That use of "spoon" may stem from a Welsh custom in which an engaged man presented his fiancé with an elaborately carved wooden spoon.

Birthmark Poll

2009-02-12T10:14:00.011-06:00

A poll inspired by my 25 Random Things! Please visit the sidebar to vote for which continent or Purim pastry you think my birthmark most resembles.

The two pictures should help you decide--and just so it's clear, the birthmark is on the inside of my left leg. Also, to make this even easier for you, refer to this world map for a reminder of what each continent looks like.

Newsflash

2009-02-11T22:11:00.008-06:00

I have two--yes, two--interviews! On Friday, I'm meeting with the Intern--yes, intern--Coordinator to interview for an unpaid internship. If you'd asked me last fall my opinion on college graduates performing unpaid internships, I'd have told you they should be categorized under slave labor. Now, however, I am using spin to re-label unpaid internships that are of interest to me... it's volunteering. The internship is at a literary center in Minneapolis that hosts a smorgasbord of events, readings, and workshops. Honestly, sounds fun: it's only a small time commitment, and who knows which esteemed authors I could meet! Think of me on Friday morning and send me good juju vibes.

Next Monday (astonishing realization: people in the corporate world don't observe President's Day?!) I'll be interviewing to be an administrative assistant at a law firm. I found the job on Craigslist, and the job description was vague, but I think that clerical tasks at a law firm have the potential to be more thoughtful than at, say, a dentist's office.

Wish me luck!

When Boredom Strikes

2009-02-10T13:00:00.007-06:00

25 Things You Know About Me Now If You Didn’t Already

I know this note belongs on Facebook, but I just can’t bring myself to submit to the collective public cry for attention trend. It’s so self-indulgent and yet I flatter myself to think that I could compile a really kick ass list. Plus, if I did post it on Facebook, I wouldn’t tag 25 friends (because I don’t know 25 people who would care). Instead, I would find as many “friends” on Facebook that I either don’t know or am only randomly acquainted with after meeting once--and tag them.

Also, for a pretty clever parody of this Facebook phenomenon, read this Washington Post humor piece.

1. I have a birthmark on my leg in the shape of Africa. Or is it South America? Someone once suggested Australia. It’s the greatest life-long poll ever.

2. I share a birthday with Howie D. from the Backstreet Boys. In 6th grade, I pretended I didn’t have a crush on the band to be different, but of course I secretly did like them.

3. Last year, I drunkenly crowned myself Funniest Person of 2008 and have been known to challenge strangers in bars to dance-offs. My signature move is performing the Marcarena in double time.

4. Alcohol really disagrees with me. I’ve been hospitalized three times for two incidents. That was enough for me to decide once and for all to quit imbibing liquor.

5. I feel my most mysterious when I’m riding public transportation. Especially subways. And definitely if I’m wearing a smart outfit.

6. My favorite books are the ones I wish I had the talent to write.

7. My life will be incomplete if I never, at some point, can call New York City home.

8. I love country music in the summertime. It makes me homesick for a slice of Americana I’ve never known.

9. Although I played violin for seven years, I never once was able to memorize a piece of music. If I picked up the instrument today, I doubt I could play a scale.

10. After my Bat Mitzvah, I experienced a brief desire to become a rabbi.

11. Now that I’m confident I have emerged from it, I recognize that my “awkward stage” lasted from age 11 to 18. I blame braces and everyone I know who never introduced me to tweezers.

12. I have recurring nightmares that burglars are trying to get into my house and I can’t lock all the doors in time.

13. My first real concert was Mariah Carey’s Rainbow tour.

14. My obsession with home buying and home makeover TV shows should obviously be telling me I am destined for a career in real estate and yet I’m lukewarm about the idea.

15. I am passionate about Impressionist Art and believe it can be attributed to the children’s book Linnea in Monet’s Garden.

16. I never learned to skate. I’d like to now, but when I try, I am paralyzed by my fear of falling.

17. I can proudly claim that by age 21, I had been to two Olympics. (Atlanta 1996; Beijing 2008)

18. Thanks in part to Paideia’s short term, I’ve begun to learn six different languages (Hebrew, French, Latin, Italian, Portuguese, Mandarin). I’m neither fluent nor proficient in any of them.

19. My mom swears she didn’t know any other Rach(a)els when she named me. I know at least two other girls with the name Rachel Elizabeth.

20. My boyfriend Adam and I first met at a party the second or third weekend of freshman year (September 2004). It was lust at first sight.

21. My least favorite household chore is doing laundry because there are so many steps involved over a prolonged period of time.

22. Because there are a couple careers I’d like to have, my only clear life goal is to be an awesome mom some day.

23. Those dream careers include: working for a book publisher, writing for a magazine, teaching English at a private high school, and being responsible for educational programming at an art museum.

24. I’m terrible at picking up the phone to call long-distance friends and keep in touch. But I do miss them.

25. One of my two front teeth is fake and can’t be seen under black light.

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P.S./26. I'm embarrassed I wrote this but after taking the time to type it all up, I couldn't not post it.

February Thaw

2009-02-09T18:12:00.004-06:00

When I last parked Adam's car, it was on the curb. Now it's a foot away. Why is that? Above freezing temperatures! Hurray! Only, I wish I could say that tiptoeing puddles with icy slush was less treacherous than slipping on hard packed snow, but it's not.

So, in this period of relative heat wave, how do I keep myself entertained? By still staying indoors of course. Here is my daily routine:

Wake up late: After being awake from 6:20-7:15 when Adam is getting ready for work, I fall back hard asleep. I'm convinced I get my deepest REM sleep after that early morning disruption.

Next: Do nothing. For hours. I peruse all the job sites to see what's new. Alter my cover letters and apply accordingly. I try not to watch TV but I'll admit to following Gilmore Girls on ABC Family. (Episodes air at 10 a.m. and 4 p.m. local time.) I do try to read, but sometimes it's just too quiet. When I consider going to a coffee house to read, I remember that I will have to buy a cup of coffee and why do that when I have coffee at home?

Later: Decide that I can't have Adam come home at 5:30 and see me still in my pajamas. I lazily go to the gym, work out, and then feel better. Re-energized and enthused to come back home to sit on the couch and hope a potential employer has sent me an email.

Inbox: empty.

Post-shower: I cook dinner. Assuming all the housewifely duties since I am not currently contributing to rent, I take pride in keeping the apartment tidy and trying to expand my cooking repertoire beyond stirfry.

OK! ENOUGH! Are you as bored from reading this as I am with my day??? Someone please hire me!

Elevator Introductions

2009-02-06T12:23:00.005-06:00

An elevator introduction was described to me as a brief 60 second window of time to introduce myself and explain what I'm doing/looking for/interested in doing in order to network. At the UJF Casino Night, I met a few new people, and the question of "what do you do?" inevitably came up many times. Now, it's in my personality to be witty and self-deprecating (read: charming). But, as Adam pointed out to me after the evening was over, I was sending the wrong message. Here's a sample conversation of what I had been telling people:

Person: So, Adam works at Target. What do you do?
Me: Well, I graduated college in May with a degree in English.
Person: Do you want to teach?
Me: Maybe. Eventually. I think I'd like to work in the creative field, but no one is really hiring right now.
Person: Yeah, times are tough.
Me: Right, so I'm just really open-minded right now. I'm just looking for anything. I need to earn some money and get out of the apartment!
Person: Sure, well good luck.

What's wrong with this? Well, self-evaluation can be rough on my ego, but Adam is absolutely right. I don't sound confident or self-assured-- I sound frustrated and uncertain. The truth is, I don't know what I want to do long-term, but an elevator introduction doesn't have to go into that. I need to capitalize on the opportunity to make a strong first impression and give a definitive, assertive answer about what I want to do, so the person I meet has an idea if they could help me.

Improved Elevator Introduction to Practice:
Person: So, Adam works at Target. What do you do?
Me: My dream job is to work in publishing. But, right now, I'm also looking to find a job in public relations or communications.
Person: Oh, really? What's your background?
Me: I graduated last May with a degree in English and I love to write.
Person: Great, I'll think if I know anyone who I can put you in contact with.
(YAY!)

In this scenario, I'm not waffling or letting my pride get in the way. I'd love to believe that if the economy was better, I'd have had a job six months ago, but, again, that doesn't matter to someone I've just met. From now on, even if I just meet some Joe Shmo in the bar, I'm going to rehearse my new & improved elevator introduction!