Just another Sunday

But today instead of sitting infront of the tv (ahem like I did yesterday), I have actually gotten somethings accomplished. Not a single one intended. My actual intention was to go to the "J" and workout since my brother is paying for my membership, but didn't eat even a decent breakfast (a bagel from the grocery isn't a true bagel, even though I have H & H onion bagels in the freezer, I didn't feel motivated to wait for them to defrost, even if they are the "good bagels") so haven't really had much energy. So. Cleaned a bit more. Today is linens and laundry day. Every Sunday has been since I was living on Warren and had to go the laundramat. All the nicest people were out on Sundays back then. Now I have a washer and dryer in the house so I can be less social washing my sheets and underthings.

Found a couple of really great sites today.

Last night at dinner my brother and I were talking about all the great restaraunts and things that there probably are here and he says... "you need a boyfriend"... ok I will give him that one, but seriously and this is going to sound completely lame and execuseful, but I have spent the last 6 or so years seriously wondering if there is such a thing as a nice Jewish boy (ok a nice Jewish Man) that would remember Davka Magazine or know about Heeb and find some of the things it says even somewhat amusing and thought provoking. I still don't know about that here in Denver at least, but apparantly they are in fact out there and that is a huge relief. I don't seek a frummy guy besides I am too old for that business anyway, my "good childbearing years are behind me" (according to a religous fanatic in my family who told me I will never marry..niiiiice) I just want someone who apparantly shares my religous background and realizes its ok to mix milk and meat if its on a burger now and again or hell knows who John Zorn is (ok I give the credit of my knowledge of John Zorn to someone else, but I know now ok?). I am not going to feel like a complete looser (although I misplace things often) because I have some standards. And David Bad Date from Thursday, doesn't hold an iota to any of these things. Not one bit.

I was feeling badly that I wasn't "giving the guy a chance", my Mom gave me the lecture that he may be ok, and I realized, nope, he isn't ok. He is boring and kvetchie and I don't need it. Would he sit at the house on a Saturday night and watch a show on BET Jazz because it is from the Knitting Factory and an artist I like? Probably not. Does he know anything about Annie Sprinkle? Doubtful. Would he even be interested in Allen Ginsberg's rants about Judaism? Not necessarily so. Has he ever listened to a KISS album because paul and gene are Jewish and wondered if their kids go to religous school on Saturday or Sunday Mornings? No freakin' way.

So. While I spend Sunday morning cleaning the house and getting ready for the week ahead, I realize I may just have to spend a little more time finding mr tea-rif... its ok, the high holidays are coming up, I have verbal feelers out there and I don't have to settle for mr. beau-ring. Thankyouverymuch.

And I am heading to DeliTech for a pastrami sandwhich bigtime.