Friday, December 30, 2011

It Was Up To Them

My mother sent me this poem to read awhile ago and I fell in love with it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Arlene Chernow said she wrote this poem to "remind us of the gifts the Jewish people have received throughout the generations from our non-Jewish moms."

REMEMBER MY NAME
By  Arlene Sarah Chernow
You remember my husband,
You tell his story,
He saved his family from famine,
They became the Jewish people.
He became a trusted advisor of Pharaoh.
He made his brothers jealous.
They sold him into slavery,
but he forgave them because he wanted to
see his father one more time.
His name was Joseph.You remember my sons,
Ephraim and Manesseh.
Every Shabbat you bless your sons
Asking God to make your sons like my sons.
You remember my father-in-law, Jacob.  He became Israel.
I was the daughter of a priest,
I was given to Joseph as his wife by Pharaoh.
My father was the priest of On, an Egyptian city.
Joseph told me stories about the Hebrew people.
For many years Joseph did not know if he would
ever see his family again.
He wanted his sons to know about his people,
He wanted his sons to be a part of his people.
Joseph loved his family and their traditions.
It was up to me.
I loved Joseph.
His children were the greatest gift I could give to his people.
All I ask is,
When you tell these stories,
Please remember my name.
My name is Aseneth.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Unflattering

Photographs can be a plain girl's nightmare. And sometimes you just have to tell yourself to get over it. But it's hard.

Photos can only really show physical looks. Other great attributes of a person can't come through. And if your looks are nothing special (which we all know looks aren't everything) then you can find yourself very blue over being tagged in pictures on Facebook.

You're looking at some very unflattering picture of yourself thinking, "If only they could see how imaginative I can be! Or that I can cook. That I can be fun and burst out singing and dancing like my life is full of single person flash-mobs performing Disney songs."

Alas, pictures only show your looks. Good, bad, ugly. That's what you get to be judged by. That's all there is to see.

Monday, December 26, 2011

Vegetarian January: Prep

I have been planning for awhile now to give up meat in the month of January. And after recently realizing I have a slight intolerance for milk, I have decided to also give up dairy products for February.

Anyway, I'm giving up anything that was or came from something with parents. I'm going Vegetarian in January and, hopefully, Vegan in February. But for now, we're going to focus on Vegetarian January.


This all came about from doing quite a bit of research into animal products. Finding that it's not as good for you as you would think.

I know this will be tough. I know I'll probably cry at some point. But I will at least try to do this.

While attempting to get a little more used to eating plant based foods, I made these delicious Roasted Spiced Chickpeas. Usually I don't like chickpeas, but these were an awesome filling snack. And super easy to make!


One farmer says to me, "You cannot live on vegetable food solely, for it furnishes nothing to make the bones with;" and so he religiously devotes a part of his day to supplying himself with the raw material of bones; walking all the while he talks behind his oxen, which, with vegetable-made bones, jerk him and his lumbering plow along in spite of every obstacle.  ~Henry David Thoreau

Sunday, December 25, 2011

What Are We Eating?

So last night I watched the wonderful and very well done documentary Forks Over Knives. I think everyone should see it. Or at least anyone who eats...


I will be posting again soon on how I have been planning to go meatless and dairy-less in January. Until then I still eat as usual... I just get freaked out as I eat. Oy.

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Fail

I am failing at blogging in the month of December.

I will blame two things for this.

    1. My GoodReads reading challenge. I challenged myself to read 50 books for the year of 2011 and so far I have read 41. I refuse to fail so close to my goal. Therefore I'm reading like a mad woman to get in the last 9.
    2. It's December. Let's face it, regardless of whether or not you celebrate Christmas (I don't), it's just a hectic time of year where driving anywhere takes three times as long as it usually would. Lines are long and daylight hours are short.

Hopefully in January I'll be posting more. Until then....

Happy Chanukah!

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Princess

Some people say I look like a Disney princess, and I would be lying if I said I didn't get immensely excited when one day a little girl asked me if I was one. My thoughts flashed to my childhood full of storylines centered around finding out I was, in fact, a princess from a far away land. A land that was in trouble and a people that needed me to save them with my quick wit, vast knowledge, and a cunning plot against the Evil oppressing them.

(Via Pinterest)
Sadly, I had to tell the little girl I wasn't a princess. Not even a Disney one.

Truth be told, I think the little girl deep inside of all females wish they were a princess of some sort. Some of us wish to be warrior princesses while the others prefer the locked-in-a-high-tower-waiting-to-be-rescued type.

I've gotten through a great many things that I didn't want to do by asking myself what I would do if I had been a princess. "Suck it up, Jaynie. Smile, act proper, and do what's right."

And there I am, over there, smiling with an invisible tiara perched atop my head. The little girl in me curtsies with the grace and solemnity of a royal doing what is expected of them.

Because who is to say I'm not?

  (Via missyfafa.blogspot.com)