So like many Americans out there, I find myself out of work...
And with nothing to do during the 9-5, it means I can devote more time to the thing I love most - shopping.
Shopping when you're married is like Columbus discovering America... There are soo many more things to buy! Groceries, furniture, home decor, men's clothing. It's like I've discovered entire departments of Bloomingdale's that I've never realized existed before.
But obviously, being married + shopping = budget. I've never used the B word before. I never had to when my parents were the ones paying off my credit cards. I used to know my shopping day was over when a store clerk told me my credit card wouldn't go through. It meant I had reached my daily spending limit. I always got a little nervous when I saw my dad going through the bill the next month - sometimes he would ask me if I knew what a certain payment was for... and sometimes it was kinda embarrassing telling him I'd bought yet another pair of Uggs.
Now that I'm married, I'm the one who goes through all the credit card statements. I gotta say, when I first started paying bills, I used to get a little nervous opening the envelopes. There seemed to be an endless supply of them. And bills for things I don't even shop for! I still can't believe that we have to pay for things like water and electricity.... it's not like we're living in Africa and there's a shortage right? Who knew that watching True Blood and Mad Men (the new season is coming soon!) would increase our cable bill?
I used to think that being grown up meant being married and paying taxes (not that I didn't pay them before, but my dad + accountant always did it for me)... guess it means I no longer get to sit at the kid's table....
Monday, March 12, 2012
love, Maidel at 5:48 PM
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
I used to think it was 'marrieds vs. singles' - that the only thing dividing me and some of my friends was a ring on my finger and a ketubah on my wall. But now that I've crossed the line into married-dom, I realize that not all marrieds are alike. When you're a newlywed couple living in the 'burbs', you're pretty much in the minority - most people out here tend to have at least two kids, if not 3.2. We didn't have to move to the 'burbs' so soon in our marriage, but I guess we thought renting any half-decent apartment would be a serious waste of cash. And so we're here in 'burb'-ville, where most people our age have strollers in front of their homes and swing-sets in the back.
I like kids. I want to have a half-dozen some day. But why-oh-why do the people out here have to keep talking about them?
It seems like the only conversations I hear nowadays are about this school or that school, the pros of this school or that school, daycare versus home-care.... I'm hearing the same conversations I used to hear my mother have with her friends....
Seriously - it's like these people, my own age, have grown up ten years just by producing those little monsters. Is that what happens when you become a mommy? Do you undergo some kind of personality metamorphosis when you have a baby? I used to think growing up meant getting married and having a mortgage. Now I think it means bringing someone younger than you into this world...
love, Maidel at 11:18 PM
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
To my single Jewish girls out there...
DO NOT DESPAIR....
I know dating in our community sucks....
But it could be worse...
I had a convo with a friend today - she's originally from Taiwan and her parents still live there.
Apparently in the Asian community, it's rude to break up with a guy. Yes, rude.
And you absolutely MUST date your parents' friends' sons. Otherwise it's considered extremely rude to their family and yours. And by 'date', I don't just mean that you have to go on one date with a guy. You have to seriously date him for a few months. That is until you can think of a non-rude reason to break up with him... ie. you cannot say that there is anything wrong with the guy - because that's like telling his family that there is something wrong with them. And of course that would be extremely rude.
So next time you go on a really bad first date....
Just be happy that it can be your last!!
love, Maidel at 7:29 PM
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Finding the right Kallah teacher is TRICKY.
Whatever you future brides out there choose to do - please, please, please do not go to a Kallah teacher who charges money to tell you what you can honestly learn on your own in 15 minutes from a good book or internet site.
There are so-called Kallah teachers who charge anywhere from $150-1000 for a few sessions. It's seriously ridiculous. Quite possibly the biggest Jewish scam still out there... (ok, I may be exaggerating only a little, but you get the gist). Please save the money - you'll have more to spend on things that are actually important - like your wedding gown.
It's also really important to find someone who is on your 'madreiga', or at least something close to it. There's no point going to a Rebbetzin who will tell you to only buy black sheets if you know in your heart that there's no way you're ready to part with the Calvin Klein set you just bought on sale at Bloomingdale's. If you want to have a little freedom in the bedroom (because choosing the right bedding is a very personal decision), don't go to a Kallah teacher who will make you feel guilty if you don't do things exactly the way she says.
love, Maidel at 2:15 PM
Yup, even with this rock on my finger, that's still a question.
In my engaged days I spent a few grand on a gorgeous fall...
No, not a full sheitel - I wanted to avoid the 'wiggy' look and the idea of endless accessory opportunities that come with wearing a fall really appealed to me (sequined headbands, sequined berets, cocktail hats, designer scarves, etc, etc... )
But then it occurred to me that I would not be able to wear the one accessory I absolutely adore ...
You simply cannot fit a hat on a fall.
I don't mean those stretchy wool hats.
I mean those gorgeous dressy hats - fedoras and cloches and the ones with extra-wide brims - worn by Jewish mothers on Shabbos morning in Shul and by British royalty on Saturday at a Wedding. For years I would try on my mother's collection of designer headpieces, yearning for the day I would be able to have my own closet full of hatboxes.
And so, while I did buy that gorgeous fall, I confess that she spends most of her time in her faux-Louis Vuitton case, pretty much alone in her own room. I do take her out on some important occasions, weddings and parties - but for most Shabbosim I prefer to look to my own mini-collection of hats (altho my hubby doesn't think it's so mini....).
Baruch Hashem I go to a shul where no one really gives a F*** what anyone else is wearing on their head. And if I iron my hair properly, even my mother can't tell that it's not a Shevy underneath my hat.
Because really - does it even matter how or if I cover my hair??
(BTW, I'm still thinking I might want to invest in a full Sheitel, if only so I can get that cute 'bangs' look.... )
love, Maidel at 1:41 PM
Monday, January 17, 2011
hey y'all :)
not sure if any of you still actually check this old thing...
i know it's been a real long while....
but i've been busy becoming a mrs.!
sooo happy :)
(and yes, the mr. (or should i say dr.) has seen mm....)
should the material maidel start writing about life as a married maidel?
love, Maidel at 11:20 PM
Monday, May 24, 2010
How many times have you heard that statement uttered by a Single?
Usually in answer to questions such as "Will you cover your hair?", "Would you make Aliyah?", "Would you want to take time off to learn?".
I'll admit that I'm sometimes guilty of using the same wishy-washy statement - maybe because i'll admit that i can be a little wishy-washy on where I stand on certain issues. Maybe I, like many other unmarried 20-something year olds, have yet to truly 'figure myself out' - whatever that means.
Is that part of being young or part of being single?
Why is it that some of us think that once we find our Bashert we will also find ourselves?
I've noticed that as I get older, it's a little bit easier to answer some of those 'tough' questions (without having to resort to the 'it depends on who I marry' answer).
But is it really because I'm more 'mature' now than I was a few years ago - or because I've dated more?
love, Maidel at 3:26 AM
Friday, May 21, 2010
I know you've missed me.
Three weeks is an eternity in bloggerdom, and I've been bad for staying away so long.
My life's been a little busy lately, but I'm trying to get back into it.
Catching up on all the Grey's, Vampire Diaries and Gossip Girl episodes I missed. (don't tell me who dies)
Desperately making plans to head to the gym tomorrow - I indulged in just a little too much chocolate cheesecake this Shavuos... (for a girl who avoids pasta like the plague, this holiday has done little good for my hips)
Got to meet the very lovely Chaviva and her cute hubby-to-be... kind of funny to say hello to someone you've never actually met in person. But what a sweet couple they make - hope they have a beautiful wedding (has it happened yet? where's my invite?) and long and happy life together :)
Oh - and did you know that...
MM just celebrated its second birthday! (can you believe that May 14, 2008 was two whole years ago)
love, Maidel at 2:45 AM
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Some friends of mine were on a cruise recently...
Apparently it was mostly the typical scene...
Seniors spending their last days enjoying a vacation...
Young couples on their honeymoon...
Middle-aged couples taking a break from the 9-5....
And a group of frum single guys from Monsey!
I kid you not.
Apparently they tried to be all inconspicuous...
By taking off their yarmulkas...
Eating not-so-kosher hot dogs...
Smoking on Friday night...
Taking pictures with shiksas on their laps...
But when you've got lange payos...
There's no hiding that you're just a 'frum' boy from Monsey....
love, Maidel at 11:26 PM
Thursday, April 29, 2010
I was having dinner with some friends the other night (all jewish, all girls) when one particularly non-shy girl started telling us all about her insane weekend.
Really insane weekend.
Different guy every night.
Two of whom she barely knew.
(gotta say though - she has good taste - they were all super hot as evidenced by their facebook profile pics she showed us on her blackberry - and no, she wasn't lying about any of these boys - there was also evidence of her short-term liaisons with them...)
But no matter hot much of a stud a guy is, any girl's got some nerve to do the walk of shame over the weekend...
But to walk it three times...
The rest of us were kind of shocked by her very colorful indiscretions.
I don't think I've ever seen so many jaws drop in one conversation.
As we looked at one another while she told us story after story, we knew we were all secretly thinking the same thing - SLUT!
There was complete silence for a good minute after she told us about guy #3.
None of us knew what to say.
But then one girl decided to break the ams (awkward moment of silence).
And admitted that she too has had some rather interesting adventures with members of the opposite sex...
Because the truth is...
What girl hasn't?
Ok, I'm sure there are girls out there who will literally be 'touched for the very first time' in every sense of that Madonna song when they step into the Yichud room.
But for the rest of us who don't button our collars to the top, those crazy fun stupid experiences are part of being a normal hormonal human being... no?
But why don't we talk about it more often? (seriously, feel free to post your own stories in the comments section)
Is it because of our innate Jewish guilt? (especially for those of us who have had the idea ingrained in us from childhood that touching/speaking to/looking at boys is a no-no)
Because we don't want our friends sitting around the table to think we're huge sluts?
I should mention (in case you haven't already realized the obvious) that there is a huge difference in 'slut standards' in our community versus the 'goyish velt'. But why do we feel so 'bad' when we really haven't done anything wrong? (or maybe we have)
It just occurred to me that as more of my friends get married, the less anyone will have to worry about being thought of as a slut.... can married people be sluts? do they ever feel guilty for doing what they're not supposed to do? (like keeping the lights on.... just kidding frummies!)
love, Maidel at 12:46 AM
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Wish I could embed the video, it's f-ing hilarious!!!
Click here to watch an Israeli dude interview a Raelian.
love, Maidel at 12:52 AM
Monday, April 19, 2010
Lots of 'Out of Town' girls rant about the fact that boys from the Tri-State rarely venture out for dates. I'm pretty sure even I have a post or two on here about that (feel free to dig into my MM past and let me know if you find anything juicy).
But to be honest, I've since realized that I MUCH prefer being the one to travel to meet a Potential.
Reason #1 - Do I really want to let every single boy I've ever dated into my house? I wouldn't mind if some of those boys forgot my name, let alone my address. Seriously - when I travel for dates, I'm much happier meeting a guy at his car rather than in my living room.
#2 - I don't do the whole 'meet the parents' shtick on the first date. It's just not my thing. Call me 'modern', but isn't that a little retro? (think Pleasantville)
#3 - I like being the one in control. If I don't like a guy, I say I'm heading home the next day. No joke.
#4 - Control issues again. I hate feeling obligated to go on a second date because I feel bad that this boy came all the way from wherever just to meet me.
#5 - I like taking mini vacations. When I travel for dates, I make sure to get in tons of shopping, meetings with friends, etc at the same time!
I wish I could round this out into some sort of cute Top 10 list. But that's all I got right now. What are your thoughts?
love, Maidel at 12:05 AM