I am so pathetic

So, I didn't sleep Monday, or Tuesday night, but I slept last night. So, I thought - "hey, maybe I'm getting better. Maybe I can go to class today, maybe my nose will start to heal, and the white dead skin will go away. Maybe I'll be up for going out to dinner tonight, maybe I'll even get some pesach cleaning done. Maybe I'll be able to enjoy this beautiful weather."
So, I showered, moisturized my face, got dressed and went outside. About a half hour later, I came home, got back into pajamas, and I am currently lying down on the couch.
I hate being sick.

How nerdy are you?

Happy Anniversary To Us...

So, today was our 1 year anniversary. A year ago right now, we were at our wedding... probably dancing, not having any idea what time it was... or maybe at this point Tzvi was singing Eishet Chayil to me. Whatever we were doing at exactly this moment, today we did not celebrate... we were supposed to go out for dinner, have a nice night, but instead I spent the day lying on the couch, not doing much except for blowing my nose and eating chicken soup.
Pretty sad way to celebrate an anniversary, no? But we're gonna make up for it later this week.
Anyways, on a happier note, a year of marriage. Crazy, no? What's insane is that when we got married, I didn't realize how much I would love him. I mean, I knew I loved him then, but I didn't realize how much it was possible to love someone.
Does everyone feel that way about their marriage? I'm the youngest person in my nursing class, and most of the older women in my class are divorced. Did they feel this way? Was there ever this love? If there was, how did they lose it? Didn't mean to go there, but it makes me sad when they talk about their ex-husbands.
I definately got lucky.

:)

I was in 4th grade when Alin came to my elementary school. She just moved here from Israel, so her English wasn't great. She was in 4th grade English, but 5th grade Hebrew. We made friends easily, as kids do. She lived in the next neighborhood over, but she would walk in sometimes on shabbos. She lived here for about three years before her family moved back to Israel. On her last shabbos in America, she walked into the neighborhood, and we spent the afternoon together, hanging out with our friends. It was right before she was going home when she told me that on her first day of school I smiled at her. This was, obviously, something I had no recollection of. She told me that my smile on that first day, when she was so nervous, meant everything. It meant that everything was going to be okay, that she'd find her way in this scary new place.

I'm not trying to pat my back, or say that I'm a wonderful person. I didn't smile at her because I wanted her to feel good about herself. I could have been smiling at someone standing behind her.

All I'm saying is smiling is good.

Uncle Jesse

I'm watching Full House. Yes, I'm a 22-year-old watching children's television, let's get past that.
Uncle Jesse is wearing a blue and white sequined suit.
Correct me if I'm wrong, but that wasn't cool in 1987, was it? I may have only been 3, but I think I'd remember seeing something so painful.
And why is he the hot guy? I can't imagine going gaga for a guy who says "Have Mercy" and not much else. And his "great" hair is kinda creepy looking. And it's kinda creepy that he's so crazy obsessed with it.
Am I missing the 'hot' part?