Thanks! Regarding getting all dressed up, well news to me. You want to look nice, of course, but I’ve never heard that it was tradition to pull out all the stops.
In fact on Yom Kippur, the end of the penitential season tha Rosh Hashana begins, one is not supposed to shower, use make up etc or where leather/suede. Definately not snazzy!
I’m thinking, because I bloody hate hemming, of doing the hem in navy blue bias tap, and edging the collar. Opinions?
Cute dress, LiLi. How about a turned-up Peter Pan style cuff like this one? (I’ve been drooling over that particular blouse pattern for a couple of weeks… must find time to actually sew the darn thing) Also, if you do the sleeves in navy blue, you can get away with bias tape on the hem. 
swampus, I’m going to agree with Soapy on this one. That said, most of the Jewish women I know tend to dress to the nines for big celebrations like weddings and bar mitzvahs (the Jewish weddings I’ve attended have been formal dress, and most of the guests attended in red-carpet-worthy ballgowns).
Speaking of which, I’ll have to remember to pick up a bottle of kosher wine on the way home tonight. We’re attending a Rosh Hashana dinner at a family friend’s house tomorrow, assuming The Boy can get out of work. Worst case, we’ll just drink the bottle ourselves and break out the challah, apples and honey at home (I have a bottle of gorgeous thyme honey left over from last year’s celebrations).
Oooh, cute cuffs. The sleeves will be 3/4 length because it’s a fall dress. Those cuffs would work in 3/4.
Urgh! Must run off to work in fifteen minutes, and work with Moronic Co-Worker (Mr “Which Ethnic Group Do You Hate The Most?”)
Thanks Soapy and Muppet. I was takin’ what she said with a grain of salt. Nice person, really. She’d do anything for ya but well, bizaaaaaare with a capital BIZ if ya know what I mean. 
I did not know that about not showering etc… on Yom Kippur. However, if anyone could color coordinate herself to look somber, this is one person who could.
Hmmm… ashes with sackcloth to match, perhaps.
Ok, that was tacky! I’m sorry. I had to get it out though.
Cornbread is about done which means soon it shalt be time to put on the feedbag. I’s hongry!
For the record, on Yom Kippur, I shower, shave, bathe, brush teeth etc etc!
Rosh Hashana dinner has been prepared, hosted and eaten. Fun was had by all, but lots of work!
**Swampy **-- it’s customary to wear something new on Rosh Hashana, although it doesn’t really have to be dressy. And you’d probably want to be well dressed if you go to schull, but “dressed to the nines” might be excessive.
As for Yom Kippur though – the Ashes and sackcloth isn’t a joke at all. Some very religious people will put ashes in their shoes and wear torn clothes on this day. And not wash and no leather, etc… Basically, the same rituals as observed for first-degree-relative mourners of a deceased person.
Shelli, can I make a reservation for a repeat performance in two months time? 
I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, yet
Shana Tova! My dinner is in the oven, simmering on the stove top and waiting to be heated.
Anxiety. Sucks. Big time. :mad: I figured out what to do about what I’m so anxious about, but it’s going to take a while for me to settle down anyway. I seriously considered leaving work early, but since money is the problem, and I’m hourly, I’m still here. sigh
Not much else happening. I get a haircut tomorrow, and I’m off work. I always enjoy both of those. Now if October 11th would just get here already! I have big plans!
Me no can see dress.
My hair is done. No pics, yet as I want to flatiron it. It’s still drying–I ended up “washing” (that is, rinsing it and conditioning etc) twice today–once for the base color and once for the highlights–of which I see precious little right now. That’s ok; I was very concerned that I’d overdo the highlights and look freakish (or more freakish). Right now it just looks my hair, only a bit darker. I hate the smell of this stuff, too. Ugh. No washing until Wednesday. Ugh.
Happy (?) Jewish holidays, all those here who celebrate. I think I prefer the one where you don’t dress up, just because I am that lazy…
Home. Gotta go buy a few groceries. Back later with more words.
GT
Special1 torn clothes and ashes in their shoes. Interesting. Then again, on Ash Wednesday I walk around all day with ashes smeared on my forehead which makes me look like I forgot to wash my face.
The beef stew was teh num! It’s et and the kitchen is cleaned up. I have some that we’ll eat on Wednesday and the rest of the stew is in little bowls which will be frozen. It’s nice to have sump’n like that to pull out of the freezer and nuke. I have my famous Eyetalian Chicken cookin’ in the slow cooker right now. That’ll be for tomorrow night’s dindin. I figure on it bein’ done by beddybye time and tomorrow I can reheat it. I dug out some peas form the freezer and since I discovered some wild rice in the pantry, I’ll make that too.
There’s a meeting tomorrow at work. I think I’ll end up being onsite everyday, which is fine by me. It seems TPTB have finally finished up the remodel and now there’ll be more room. I can handle nine to five Monday - Friday just fine, eventhough I wish it could be more like 7:30 - 3:30 but that’s just me. We shall know tomorrow.
snowbunny here’s hopin’ whatever it is works out for ya.
I so full.
Dinner was: Orange-honey chicken with ginger, pineapple noodle kugel (parve), root vegetable mashies, semi-homemade (hate that term) gefilte fish, apples and honey.
Not bad considering I discovered I was cooking tonight yesterday! Tomorrow we go to my sisters for a bigger to-do meal.
TimeKiller is downstairs cleaning.
The first half century is the toughest!
I wanted to be a dancer, but my folks couldn’t afford to give me dance lessons. I’m not sure how they managed the accordion lessons, but that’s another story.
I wanted to be a singer - I tried to form a rock band with two friends. One was tone deaf, and the other, while she could sing, she didn’t have much of a sense of rhythm. I played guitar - rather well, I might add, but I lacked that special something that would have made me a star - drive and dedication. And probably talent, too.
I wanted to be a writer. Plays or books or poetry or songs… But I never seemed to get much better after high school. Mostly because I hated editing my work. Once it was on paper, it was perfect and it was done. Edit?? It is to laugh!!
I wanted to be an actor. But I was shy. And the one and only time I auditioned for a play, even I knew I sucked.
I wanted to be a teacher - foreign languages. I have an ear for it and the grammar of different languages fascinate me. But at the time, Baltimore county was overrun with French and Spanish teachers and I was afraid of the competition. Plus, at 19, I wanted to get out on my own.
So I joined the Navy. Became an avionics technician. Became a private pilot. Went back to college and became and engineer. Took sailing lessons, then married my sailing instructor. All in all, the journey has been fun, and I like where I am now.
Puggy, I can’t believe you’re 60! You’re very well-preserved!
And on that note, I’m gonna go read other threads. I’ll come back with appropriate birthday greetings tomorrow.
MWAH!!!
Soapy, any leftovers you can send over this way? 
I’m on my own for dinner again. Pondering whether I want to reheat some leftover Thai food from last night’s takeout, or whether soup might be a better choice to chase away the last of the sickies. Neither sounds all that appealing after hearing the menu from Chez Ivory.
I’m going to go peer in my fridge in case some kugel magically appeared while I wasn’t looking.
Made some brownies tonight from a box. (I’m lazy, sue me.) Anyway, if you like your brownies super fudgey, add a heaping spoonful (yes, that’s an exact measurement. Use a regular spoon, not a measuring one.) of hot fudge (like for ice cream). Mine was in the fridge, so I put it in the mixing bowl first and nuked it for about 20 seconds…just long enough so that you can mix it easily with the oil, water and egg. I also added a brick-thing of Baker’s white chocolate. I grated 3/4 into the batter with a cheese grater. I grated the half of what was left over the top of the brownie batter right before I put it in the oven. (I ate the rest of the chocolate. It was too small a piece to grate without grating my fingers too.) The brownies came out of the oven all gooey goodness, the top flecked with white.
The YUM!!!
Mmmm, that pineapple noodle kugel sounds yummy. I have a recipe for an orange noodle kugel that is teh yum. Haven’t made it in ages. Guess I could make it this week.
I just had some crash hot potatoes, topped with herbed cottage cheese (with chives, oregano, parsley, thyme and sage from the garden) and with some grape tomatoes on the side. Yum.
I never had a really clear picture of what I was going to be when I grew up. At various times, I wanted to be a journalist, an architect, a teacher and probably other things I’m forgetting. Always loved languages and wound up a German major kind of by default. Kept going with that and might have finished my PhD except that I saw the kinds of places that my friends were getting jobs. I was quite happy here in Columbus and wasn’t the sort of person who would wither away and die if she didn’t become a professor. So I signed up with a temp agency in order to start having a little bit of an income and was placed at the state agency where I later got a permanent job and have now been working for 18 years. Which really freaks me out, because I never thought I’d work in one place that long.
I had a few years where I didn’t do a whole lot outside of work, but eventually started gardening some, and then started volunteering at one of our local parks and in the garden at church. That’s led to a bunch of friendships that have made my life much more interesting.
Also, there’s this internet thingy which has let me meet and become friends with so many people I couldn’t meet in real life. I hold it responsible for me sounding and feeling younger than I am (I’ll be 51 in November :eek: ). It’s neat to know people who have completely different backgrounds, professions, interests, beliefs adn whose ages aren’t really very important.
Ideas on what I should have for dessert?
GT
Okay, I’m off work tomorrow, and I’m going to get the makings for a batch of Death Chicken at the store on my way home. Tomorrow I will cook it. I figure on getting several meals out of it, and it sounds like the sort of thing that’s better reheated anyway.
Yum.
Pineapple Kugel:
6 eggs
4 tbl margerine (I used butter) melted
8 oz can of crushed pineapple and juice
1/2 cup sugar
1 tsp vanilla
1 tsp cinnamon
8 oz broad egg noodles, cooked, drained and rinsed
6-8 sliced pineapple
Beat eggs and margarine. Add sugar, pineapple adn juice, vanilla and cinnamon. Mix well.
Stir in noodles. Pour into a greased 9/13 baking pan. Place pineapple rings over top.
Bake at 350F for 40-60 minutes until golden brown.
Nummy and easy.
Muppet-check your CD drive!!!
A greeting from me to all our Jewish Mumpers
And for rosie…because you can’t go and turn 50 without a special birthday greeting. (Warning: animated, has sound)