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Thursday, May 3, 2012

Hello Yellow Brick Road

"Any idiot with a computer can blog..." - wise words from my dad.

Any idiot with a computer CAN blog - my dad was right and this idiot (or dumb Anglo as one woman called me at the dentist yesterday) is going on a journey down the yellow brick road.

Hellooooo Emerald City!

I feel lucky. I have a great husband, two amazing dogs, and one little boy that I would die for. I'm not sleep deprived. I'm well fed. I'm happy!

Me being happy.


Are you wondering what's wrong with me? Absolutely nothing.

I generally have a really good outlook on life and I often roll with the punches. When you live in Israel, there are often a lot of punches to roll with. As an immigrant, I'm always feeling like I'm trying to crawl out of some kind of hole. I never seem to make enough money. I never seem to have enough time to do anything. And I always seem to be stressed.


But I'm happy. I'm a happy idiot.

See? Happy Idiot.
I'm not the first blogger to blog about the trials and tribulations of living in Israel. I certainly won't be the last. I'm honest when I tell people that, yes, we are moving back "home". Here's the thing, I feel stuck between two countries. There's the country that I often love (and struggle to survive in) and the country I was born in where my family lives. Sometimes Israel doesn't feel like home. Sometimes the US doesn't feel so home-y either. I hate visiting Detroit because I know, at some point, I have to leave and say goodbye to my family. Saying "goodbye" is the hardest part.


I've been called an idiot a lot lately...mostly due to our decision to leave Israel. "You're an idiot for leaving!" "You're just like all of the other idiots - you take, take, take what Israel gives you and give nothing in return!"

I do give in return. I DO! I pay my taxes. I give to charity. My husband serves in reserve duty. I gave birth to an Israeli child! I work hard in this country and I don't always see a happy reward for working that hard. I may be an idiot for leaving but I am not an idiot who takes without giving back.

There is a new breed of Olim (immigrants) in Israel. We're the ones who DID give and decide to move on. We stand as representatives for everything that's amazing about Israel. We leave for many reasons: financial purposes; higher education; family. But we do give back. Many of us pay our taxes abroad (which is more than I can say for some Israelis living IN Israel who DON'T pay their taxes). We keep our health care options open by paying monthly to a fund we may never use. We are representatives who will gladly tell you what living in Israel is really like without glossing over the bad parts but we relish in the good parts that make this place paradise at times.

We are not idiots.

As a happy-go-lucky American living in Israel, I can safely say that most of my Israeli friends would take my US citizenship in a heartbeat. I can also safely say that if my family lived in Israel, I would probably never leave.

I'm on a new path and I'm following the yellow brick road in hopes that I find the Emerald City. I may find myself back in Kansas (or, in this case, Israel) but I will be the happy idiot who enjoys the ride along the way.

Remember: life's a journey, not a destination.

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

What's It Like Being a Whiny Anglo

A friend of mine wrote a post about her experiences in Israel. Her post was refreshing because as immigrants, we come here with blinders on. We believe that since we're Jewish, living in the Holy Land will be some kind of spiritual experience! Yet, reality sets in. For my friend, S, life here kind of imploded. She uses her writing as a way to deal with her feelings (because it's an awesome outlet). Her words didn't exactly bring her any comfort.

One commenter wrote that she's tired of the 'whiny Anglos' and told us to 'deal'. Well, dear reader, we are not whiny but we are Anglos.

Then again, who am I to talk? I'm leaving this country and returning home. After six years I've had enough. Everything here has been a struggle for me. Besides not feeling accepted, I can barely make ends meet on two pay checks. I got married here but my wedding didn't count because it wasn't through the Rabbinate office (so we got hitched in Cyprus). I couldn't get married here because I'm just not Jewish enough. Yet, if I ever want to get divorced here, I have to get divorced through the Rabbinate even though I didn't have a Jewish wedding.
Word.
Another commenter on S's post basically told her to stop blaming Israel for her problems. Why shouldn't we blame Israel? G-d forbid we criticize the country we live in!! Israel, unlike other countries, gets bashed left-right-and-center in the press but if one of us says one bad word about the country we live in, the inhabitants jump all over us! Ya know what?!? Some of our issues CAN be blamed on Israel.

Do I feel better about being a Jew living in Israel? No. Do I feel like this is easier? Absolutely not. I've had cartons of milk and stones thrown at me for not being dressed a certain way. I've been spat on for walking next to a man. I've been called a whore for being in the wrong area. All of this was done by my own people. One man once told me, while I was pregnant, that I was dressed inappropriately as I walked to work in Bnei Brak. In the four years I've worked in that area, no one has ever made a comment but my comment back to him was simple "it's a bigger sin for you to look at me than it is for me to dress this way - why are you looking at me?" He then spat on the ground and walked away. (FYI, I was dressed in a dress that hit at my knees and my shoulders were completely covered)

I once wrote a post about what it's like living in Israel - because I get a lot of questions about living here. My post explained the bittersweet feelings most immigrants have. I have a great inner-circle of friends, some great family members, but this place doesn't always feel like home. I love that the receptionists at the dentist ask to see pictures of Yoav and I love that the lady at the local ministry of interior office brought over three other women to say a mi sheberach (prayer for the sick) when I told her about Yoav's ptosis. But I don't love other things about this country and I believe those things should be worked on. Using Israel's security as an excuse for not putting more money towards other things is just that, it's an excuse. Two Holocaust survivors in my building can barely afford their lives here. They lived through hell once, then lived it again when they came here. Now that they are in their 80s, the live on cheese and bread. One neighbor dumpster dives in the early morning when he thinks no one is outside.

Life here isn't perfect - life anywhere isn't perfect but we all need an outlet to vent our frustrations. I commend S for voicing hers. She made it public where many people keep it bottled up. She should be commended, not tormented.
Whiny Anglos ATTACK... with blue and white baseball bats.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Welcome to the World

It's been a while since I posted something personal but I have a good reason .... I had a baby!! Allow me to introduce Yoav Rubin Glaser. Our son was born on February 2nd, 2012 via C-Section after 55+ hours in labor. Isn't he cute??
I love Kermit the Frog!

Go Blue!
Yoav is already a half-month old and he doesn't even look like he did when these pictures were taken. It's insane how different he looks every day. So, ready for his birth story?

On January 29th, I went in for a routine weekly OB/GYN check up. After another fetal monitor and blood pressure check, I was sent to my doctor so he could see the results. The verdict: go to the hospital ASAP! Apparently, I was experiencing hypertension and he wanted the hospital to induce labor. So, off we went.

At the hospital's pregnancy ER, I underwent another fetal monitor exam and blood pressure check up. I was asked if I was experiencing any headaches, blurry vision, or tummy pain. The answer: I have a sinus headache from the rain. So, off I went to the regular ER where I waited an hour to see a neurologist. In my opinion, if you make someone wait an hour to see a neurologist, they may as well be dead. If I had any real neurological issues, like a stroke or something, I would have died waiting to see someone. Yet, she gave me a clean bill of health and even wrote out that I know a sinus headache when I feel one. She then sent me to the ophthalmologist to make sure everything was OK before sending me back to the pregnancy ER. The verdict: I was A-OK in the head and eyes.

After realizing that I was OK, the doctor on staff said he'd like to admit me to the high risk ward and he was recommending inducing me. Why the recommendation? Because he doesn't have the authority to decide if I should be induced. Nearly 18 hours later, I was told by a doctor I was being induced. The problem? I was having my own contractions and they wanted to wait and see if something happened naturally. Another 15 hours went by before they gave me my first dose of pge2 (the induction pill). I have never felt pain like this before!! It got really bad and then it stopped. Since my contractions were so bad, the doctors decided not to give me another dose of pge2 eight hours after the first dose. They thought my cervix would dilate on its own. It didn't. My contractions stopped. I was given the second dose over 24 hours after the first one. It did nothing. Eight hours after that, I was given a third dose. That did nothing, too. Then I started contracting on my own, again. And quite badly.

The big problem? I wasn't dilating. After three doses of pge2, nothing was happening!! The next day, a doctor that I refer to as Dr. Nice Guy came by and told me that he wanted to try dilating me using a balloon. At this point I was in tears because I had been examined vaginally so many times that I was in physical pain from my auto immune disease. Plus, as a survivor of sexual assault and rape, I don't exactly want someone I don't know touching me. I clam up. At one point, one examination was so bad and painful that I cried uncontrollably for an hour into Craig's chest and he made it very clear to the nurses that this doctor is NEVER to come near me again. I was then given a sedative and I drifted off to sleep.

Anyway, after two failed balloon attempts, Dr. Nice Guy went to speak to the head physician (the Dean) and I was told they were going to send me to labor and delivery where I'd be given Pitocin and an epidural! Once the epidural kicked in, I don't remember much else about that day. I slept a lot. At some point, another doctor came in with Dr. Nice Guy and I was given two options: give the Pitocin another two hours to see if I dilate or have a C-Section. After about five minutes of discussion, I told them to get the kid out of me. Another two hours of Pitocin wasn't going to do anything since I was no more dilated five days into my hospital stay than I was when I walked into the hospital.

At 8:35pm, on February 2nd, I gave birth to a very loud little boy. The next day, he was taken to the NICU for jaundice. The nightmare continued. He was there for five days and they were the longest five days of my life. The State of Israel takes this stuff VERY seriously- especially since it was my blood that caused the issue. We have an ABO blood incompatibility. By February 7th (the day I was supposed to deliver ... and a day after my parents arrived), we took our gorgeous little boy home. He's been given a clean bill of health by the Dean of the NICU and by his pediatrician!


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Austin Veterinarian Story

Have you heard of Angie's list? It’s this really cool review website that allows you to leave a trusted review on the places you love the most!
So, why am I bringing this up? Well, you probably don’t know that I often volunteer with animals from afar. Craig and I rescued Sparky and Cecil when they needed human parents the most. Sparky was hit by a car after a wreck-less 19 year old let him wander the streets, alone, without a leash. This kid also asked for him back when the organization I volunteer with informed him that they seized his dog. I brought Sparky in first as my foster dog and then Craig and I grew to love him. It got to the point where I couldn’t imagine life without him.
Cecil, on the other hand, was a birthday gift. After a trip home, we decided to adopt another dog. As it turns out, we went to an SOS adoption day near our house on my birthday. Craig and I decided we did not want a small, male puppy. Ya know what we got? A small, male puppy. He looked so helpless and cute - we couldn’t resist. He came to us right away and let me hold him - that was all I needed. He was adopted that day and he hasn’t left our side since. 
Anyway, given my love for animals (and my Mom’s passion for helping them), I’m in contact with numerous organizations across the US that help rescue dogs. On occasion, I have to look up a veterinarian that may be willing to help us in our efforts to heal a dog. On one such occasion, I was looking for an Austin Veterinarian and I came across Angie’s list during my Google search. Friends, let me tell you, I found a great vet that has helped one of the organizations I work with. Their reviews are real, honest, and helpful! I highly recommend this site!

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Driving Lesson

My latest driving experience in Israel made me so irritated that I had to share! The Jewish holiday of Shavuot starts tonight. I had an early doctor's appointment this morning and decided to head to the mall afterwards to pick up a few things before the holiday starts.

In Israel, Shavuot is a religious holiday - so everything shuts down from tonight until tomorrow night.

This is a holiday where you're supposed to eat a lot of dairy (which I love) so I decided to stock up on dairy products. On my way out, I noticed a LONG line of cars waiting to enter the parking lot (we do security checks at the malls, so your car is searched before you enter... it just takes up time). Upon leaving the parking lot, I started driving along the road and was stopped by this long line. Some yutz behind me started honking his horn (which is the Israeli way of saying "MOVE"). I had no where to go so I tried to get into the other lane - and HE FOLLOWED ME!

This dude followed me into another part of the city and tried to cut me off to yell at me. Just as he tried, a police car pulled him over for what I suspect was "reckless driving". He was quickly issued a ticket and when he started screaming at the cop - he got another one.

Happy Shavuot to that guy! I hope it teaches him a lesson but WOW, what a driving experience!! Something similar happened to the husband last week but that guy wasn't issued a ticket. G-d must LOVE me.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

NO SPEND MONTH - Day 1, some hate mail, and a recipe

If you remember from yesterday's post, I was going to tell you how I plan to save money on the bus. Three days a week, I take the bus home from work while Craig has the car. Yes, yes, I ride and Israeli bus without fear.

Before I get to that, I want to point something out. Today, I got my first piece of hate-mail in the form of a comment left on my other blog. The person wrote their comment anonymously (coward) and this is what he/she had to say: "israeli couscous sucks ass, so does the middle east, and so do you! "

So to the point and so eloquent - don't you think? I think we'll be changing our commenting settings for both blogs - ya can't hide behind "anonymous" anymore. And, to the moron that wrote that - at least CAPITALIZE the "I" in Israeli, the "M" in Middle, and the "E" in East if you want me to take you seriously. And if you think my country is soooo terrible, you should read the news. We just donated 1,000 hearing aides to Palestinians - something my tax money paid for. You're a pathetic excuse for a human being and you need to grow up. Please go find another hole to crawl down - you're not welcome in mine.

Anyway, back to the bus story. Normally it costs me 6 shekels a ride with two rides home. So that's 12 shekels a day X 3 days a week = 36 shekels a week (or 144 shekels/$42 a month).

Monday I started something new - walking home from the gym. It takes me 35-40 minutes to do it and that's 35 minutes I don't need to spend at the gym plus I walk with my backpack which weighs around 10lbs. and I walk 2.5km. I severely dislike walking on the treadmill at the gym. It's boring and I have to walk 50 minutes each day according to the idiot trainer they paired me with. So, I decided that I'd rather be outside walking than inside a stinky gym. In place of 35 minutes of walking, I'm going to spend about a half hour doing weight training or I'll take a class of some sort. Either way, I'll burn more calories in the long run because I won't be bored.

The bottom line is I just cut my bus expenses from 144 shekels a month to 72 shekels/$21 a month. If I get a bus pass (10 rides for 48 shekels), it's cut even more! They're called "kartisiya" or ticket in English and you save about 20% when you buy multiple rides. So, for 10 rides, I'd be paying 4.80NIS per ride as opposed to 6NIS per ride. That's a pretty good discount, right? Craig takes the car and drives me to work in the morning.

Today officially starts our newest venture in the NO SPEND MONTH! I feel the need to point out that we're not so badly done-by. We have money, not a lot but we have enough to be happy with. We're doing this because of some changes going on in our lives - we're getting ahead of the wave.

What's different this time is the fact that this isn't a "test" like it was in February - we know we can do it. We also have more to work with. This week, I'm planning my recipes around things we already have like wheat tortillas, brown rice, bread, barley, and quinoa. I believe this week's shopping will be the most expensive since we are totally out of veggies, sauces/marinades, and fruit.

Due to the "diet", which is more of a "find things that don't aggravate the Gremlin in my stomach" than a restricted diet, I have to watch what I eat and not over do it on glutenous products. My biggest issue is that none of my "diet" recipes are Kosher. Perhaps it's time to create a Kosher diet cookbook. For now, I'll leave you with a recipe.

5-minute healthy dinner wrap (for 2 people, 1 wrap each):
2 large whole wheat tortillas
10-14 slices of salami
salad mix
bbq sauce/mustard/ketchup/other condiments

Take a frying pan, heat it with NO oil and start placing half the salami slices. While the salami is "cooking", place one tortilla over the salami. The salami's fat will coat part of the tortilla and the tortilla will weight the salami down so it doesn't curl. After a minute, turn the tortilla over so it heats up the other side.

Take the tortilla off after another minute and look to see if the salami has browned and crusted itself. Now, get out a plate, put the tortilla on the plate and place the salami around the tortilla. Take your salad mix and place it in the middle of the tortilla and add what ever condiments you'd like. Then wrap it! That's it!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

What I learned in school about Civics...

When I was a kid in elementary school, I was one of those kids who was lucky enough to have a scholarship to an "elite" Jewish private school. Seriously, I was lucky with that scholarship because tuition alone was more than I paid for one year at University... and this was 1987! We learned all the normal topics: math, science, history...etc. but we also learned about the State of Israel and the State of Michigan during the social studies lesson plans that the teachers worked on. It was meticulous planning because there was a lot of information to be crammed into a half-day of school. At my private school, we were subjected to a half-day of Hebrew lessons and a half-day of English lessons. Hebrew lessons included Torah study and learning the Hebrew language while the English portion of our day was math, science, history, civics...etc.

Like I said, a lot of information to cram into a half day.

Recently, a teacher-friend of mine told me about something her students were reading: a weekly magazine of sorts that allow kids to practice their reading while learning about the local world around them. I did a bit more digging and discovered that this magazine teaches civics, science, and math - it made me wish it was around when I was kid.

Studies Weekly is such a great asset for any school district. I think this would have kept me entertained and more excited about science (my arch nemesis). Currently, only nine states utilize Studies Weekly - which really surprised me because you'd think more teachers would demand a publication like this!

What about Mom's who home-school? I actually took that question to my friend Liz who was home-schooled and now home schools her two kids. She admitted that her Mom was a bit busy raising 10 kids and home schooling them all to really focus on civics lesson. With her kids, she finds it hard to teach them about Michigan AND keep them entertained. She and I agreed, Studies Weekly would be a HUGE asset to parents like her.

OK, so WHY am I telling you this? Because I believe in your kid's education. Kids are becoming more resistant to old-school teaching and I really think a publication like Studies Weekly could help kids learn without the use of computers. What do you think? Do you think your kids would read something from Studies Weekly?

Monday, May 9, 2011

Overcoming Fears

Someone smart once told me that when you're in a rut and you're a writer, the best thing you can do is just write. So, this is my little social experiment for the day. I'm just going to write because I'm a mess of emotions.

Last week I was given 3 days leave from work by my bosses to take care of the personal stuff that's consuming my head. For a while I've felt like the walls were closing in and the world was falling on top of me. I get like this every once in a while. I get anxious, clumsy, mean, rude, and incredibly short tempered. Over the past few months, I haven't been happy.

I'm a very happy, upbeat person.

That being said- being the OPPOSITE of what I normally am is killing me. My soul feels dead. I decided to make a few changes in my life - I finally decided what I wanted to DO with my life - but I'm stuck at an impasse because I can't do it RIGHT.NOW.

The sadness consumes me sometimes and, on a day like today (Memorial Day in Israel), I'm trying to be upbeat so I am not consumed by sadness. I often write about how I work with a life coach named Joanna. She's helping me through some tough times and helping me overcome my fears.

Every week I pick out at least one thing I'm excited for - not counting the weekends. So, this week I have a very short list:
  • Yom Ha'Atzmaut (Israeli Independence Day) - a day that reminds me not to take freedom for granted because, in an instant, your daily freedoms can be gone.
  • A free teleclass on 5/12 called "3 Essential Woman Wisdom Tools for Success in Your Dream Project". I'm excited for this teleclass because A) it's free and b) I want to start working on my future right now but I have a lot of fears to overcome. This class will help me learn the tools that will help me overcome those fears.
What are you excited for this week? I want to hear your thoughts!

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Thankful Thursday - Teacher Edition

I've been blessed in my life to have had so many teachers in my family. My Uncle Marvin, for one, was instrumental in my education when it came to the subjects of politics, international relations, and government. He's partially responsible for my warped mind and my love for politics. Unfortunately, for him, I'm a Republican. His teaching only got so far... I kid. I kid.

My cousin, Judy (may she rest in peace), was also a phenomenal teacher who taught me about pressing myself and challenging my boundaries. She taught me not to go with the status quo and to go against the grain. My Aunt Linda (may she rest in peace) was also a phenomenal teacher who taught me to be me and like myself for it.

My cousin, Lindsay, is also a teacher. She teaches young high school students the importance of marketing and runs a very successful DECA program at a high school in Michigan. I'm incredibly proud of her because she revolutionized this school's marketing program and managed to make high school students interested in commerce. I don't think she takes the credit she deserves - but her school district is lucky to have her.

We've all been blessed to have had at least one teacher in all our years of schooling that made an impression on us. For me, it was Mr. Day - a history teacher who went the extra mile for me. These teachers don't get the credit they deserve and with each passing year, kids become tougher, parents threaten to sue more often - and we push our kids too hard to succeed. Teachers take the brunt of it all.

There's a problem in America. Teachers aren't getting paid what they rightfully deserve to be paid. Actors and singers make more money than g-d but the people who taught them in school make peanuts. Does that seem right to you? It doesn't to me. Districts are closing, schools are going under and America's kids are the ones dealing with the consequences. Money is budgeted properly and teachers are losing their jobs.

Sure, you don't go into teaching for the money but surely a teacher should be PAID for teaching YOUR children, don'tcha think?? They spend years and thousands of dollars on their education to teach OUR kids but many of them still have student loans until they are well into their 40's. That's not fair!

According to PayScale.com, the average High School teacher makes $43,000 a year. Some make more. Some make less. That doesn't count what they pay out for supplies. Sure, they get a menial tax break for it but it's not enough for the people who craft the young minds of the next generation.

Their unions aren't doing enough.

I learned, in business, that when you deal with the higher ups in unions, the only people getting a benefit from a deal ARE the higher ups... not the people they represent. Perhaps this is why I'm so against unions. You may not like what I just wrote but it stems from my personal dealings with them. Politics aside, something must be done. States are bankrupt, we're losing jobs...again, and classrooms are getting larger because schools are consolidating or closing. This means less personal teaching and more standardized teaching. It puts more pressure on the teacher - who spends countless hours grading papers OUTSIDE of school (plus their normal 8-9 hour work day... not counting parent-teacher conferences). More pressure. Less pay. And a fear that they may lose their job at any time.

That doesn't seem right, America.

To all the teachers out there - Thank You. Thank you for taking your time and effort to teach our young. From a former student - thank you for dealing with me.

What can we do to help today's teachers? Did you have a favorite teacher growing up?

Monday, March 14, 2011

Soy-tarded


A few years ago, after coming down with a nasty flare-up, I learned that one of my triggers is soy. I also learned that I'm actually allergic to soy and most of the soy products. Surprisingly, I can still have products like Bacos and soy sauce but don't put tofu or edamame near me - my stomach might just explode.

Yesterday, I was noshing on some delicious Quaker granola bars. I didn't think anything of it because I love those things and it's a good low-cal snack for me. About an hour or so later, my stomach started hurting and I thought "WTF, I barely ate anything!"

Then it hit me.

I read the box and it said "contains soy".

It was if g-d was playing a horrific joke on me. He took away another yummy food. Craig is now the proud owner of six granola bars. Me? I opted to bake. I put our oatmeal to good use and made the most amazing oatmeal breakfast bars compliments of Stolen Moment Cooking.

I am in LOVE, people!

I've tried SO MANY recipes for oatmeal breakfast bars and so many have failed. Like the one I made this past weekend. HORRIBLE. But these suckers? OMG, they're amazing.

I know, I'm gushing about food, again but it's hard being soy-tarded. Soy is in EVERYTHING! It took me so long to figure out that soy is one of my trigger foods and then to add insult to injury I realized I'm allergic to it! It's a cruel, cruel world.

Anyway, the breakfast bar recipe goes something like this... when halved:
  • 2 cups dry oats (old-fashioned or quick cooking)
  • 3/4 cups flour
  • 1/2 cup brown sugar
  • 1/2 tsp. cinnamon
  • 1/4 tsp. salt
  • 1/2 cup canola oil (or 1 cup applesauce)
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 cup raisins (or other dried fruit)
This part is easy: dump it all in a big mixing bowl. Mix it. Grease a deep 9x9 pan and spread your mixture out. Put it in the oven, preheated to 350degrees for 20-25 min. Let it cool completely before eating.

I decided to cut mine before letting it cool. If you're going to do this, don't use a knife - use a pizza cutter. No joke, it was SO MUCH easier.

All in all, I barely spent anything to make something that would likely cost me 25shekels ($7) to buy.

Suck it, Mr. Grocery Baker.

Monday, March 7, 2011

What's It Like... having a disease

I decided to start a series of posts called "What's It Like..." - mostly because I get a lot of questions from people that start with "what's it like..." and end with a sometimes random question.

The first post in this series stems from a conversation I had with an awesome blogger who has Lupus. We swapped disease and syndrome stories via email recently and she asked "what's it like having interstitial cystitis?" This post also stems from the fact that I'm having an IC flare-up today and have been for a few days.

In order for me to properly answer that question, I have to tell you what it is. Interstitial cystitis, otherwise known as IC or Painful Bladder Syndrome, is an auto immune disease that affects the bladder. I have a form that includes Hunner's Ulcers. IC is kind of hard to explain. The lining of your bladder becomes inflamed and it can cause frequent urination (sometimes every 10 minutes) and an intense amount of pain. Adding the ulcers in just makes it that much more fun.

Now that you kind of understand the disease, I'll tell you my story.

I was diagnosed with IC at age 22 and had my first real flare-up after the initial test. My dad took me for a cystoscopy (with hydrotension) at a local hospital. Talk about invasion of privacy! I had a fun conversation with my Dad that day - I was on all sorts of medication. After the procedure, my Bubba gave me chicken soup and I went back to my Mom's house to ... well, sleep. Drugs are fun.

A few days after the procedure, I noticed that I was in a lot of pain and it was getting hard to stand up (which sucked because I was a hairstylist and you spend 99% of your time standing). I went home and was knocked out of commission for two weeks.

My first follow-up appointment confirmed that I was having a flare up and my doctor was a dick. He wanted to prescribe a medicine where the side effects included vomiting, diarrhea, nausea, and hair loss. No thank you. I wasn't signing up for that.

I eventually found a great doctor, with the help of my brother, who taught me to manage my disease through food and exercise.

It was a long time before I had another flare up.

So, what does a flare up feel like? It feels like your insides are rebelling and want to come out. Seriously. The pain is intense. I've learned to work through the pain using heating pads, cold therapy, even meditation. Sometimes the pain is too much and it takes all of my energy just to walk to the bathroom.

I'm hell-bent on doing everything myself because I still can but it takes me a while to do it when I'm flaring.

A flare up, for me, feels like someone poured acid down my throat and into my bladder and the acid is seeping into fresh wounds. Sound painful? You have no idea.

Most of the time, my flare ups are caused by stress. My life is stressful, I can't help it. I work a lot, and I work hard but I'm my own worst enemy. I don't take care of myself the way I did when I was a hairdresser. I set expectations for myself that are very high and somewhat not normal. When I don't reach my goal, I fear that those around me will think less of me. It's hard enough being a woman in the work force but when you don't really speak the native language or understand the culture... the stress builds on.

Anyway, a small amount of the time, my flare ups are caused by food. I can usually feel those flare ups coming on and can try to stave them off (unlike with the stress induced where it's like BAM! You're not leaving the house!) but food induced flare ups also bring up something called secondary anorexia. In lay terms, it just means that I fear food is going to hurt me - I don't starve because I want to be skinny, I starve because I worry something in the food might poison me and make me feel worse than I already do.

IC also brings on a plethora of other disorders. Along with secondary anorexia, I also have anxiety issues, irritable bowel syndrome (IBS), fibromyalgia, and chronic fatigue syndrome. Aren't I lucky? All this before the age of 30!

The worst thing you could possibly say to someone like me is "but you don't look sick!" It's as if the rest of the world expects me to walk around vomiting or with my arm dislocated just to look sick! I can function and often look just fine but the pain that lies inside my body is immeasurable and it's unlike any pain you've experienced. A friend of mine also has IC and had cancer - she equated her chemo treatments with what she experienced when she had IC flare ups.

That's how horrible it feels.

So, what's it like having IC? It's a pain in the ass. And often the gut.


Monday, February 28, 2011

Ups and Downs

About 15 years ago, my mother-in-law passed away. I didn't know her and Craig was just a kid. When we started dating, he told me about his Mom and how much she meant to him but I couldn't really grasp the concept of losing one of my parents. All I could do his hug him. A few months into dating, Craig said "today is the anniversary of my mom's death" and I just froze.

Then I hugged him.

Then he continued, "also, today is my aliyah (immigration) anniversary".

So, I hugged him, again.

Today is both an upper and a downer. A downer because I, too, mourn the loss of his mother. I never met her and Craig was just a boy when she passed but her memory lives inside of him. This day is an upper because if my in-laws hadn't shoved Craig on a plane and made him come to Israel - our paths may not have crossed.

For that, I am eternally grateful to them.

I won't lie and say that today was FANTASTIC - because it wasn't. I'm wrestling with my own demons and dealing with other stuff going on in my life.

The up side? I found more information about my Papa's family before WWII in Hungary. I made an amazing connection. The down side? Finding the new information really makes me miss my Papa. I wish I had him around so I could bombard him with questions about his past. But I can't. The anniversary of his death is March 2nd... only a few days from now.

Today is full of ups and downs:
- Downside: Craig left the trash bag out of the cupboard
- Upside: Cecil, the dog, took the trash out for him... he took out all the trash and sprinkled it throughout the house.
- Downside: Things are work are shifting into a direction I'm uncomfortable with.
- Upside: The people I work with make me laugh every day - keeping me sane.
- Downside: I miss my family.
- Upside: I'll get my dose of them this summer ... and then I'll miss Israel.
- Downside: I couldn't figure out what to make for dinner tonight.
- Upside: I concocted something so delicious, it's probably horrendous for me.

See? Full of ups and downs.

What about your day?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

A bissel about us

Every once in a while, we get visitors to our blog who don't know us very well so I thought this would be a GREAT time to tell you a bissel (Yiddish: little) about us!

Hillary: Other names include - Hillanu (by the grandparents); Harley (by the parents); Hilly (by the nieces and nephews); HillyG (by the bloggers and karaoke crowd)

I grew up in Metro-Detroit and come from a family of a lot of siblings. Some full. Some step. All are 100% my family. I wasn't a very good student - in fact, I didn't take the SATs until I was 25. I probably could have used SAT tutoring in high school but college wasn't on my radar at the time. I wanted to do HAIR! I started traveling to Israel at 17 years old and from my first trip, I fell in love... with the country, not a guy. By age 24, I knew it was time to pack up and give another lifestyle a try and that's what I did. I moved to Israel at age 25. It wasn't without its heartaches and heartbreaks. It's definitely not easy to leave your family behind.

My first year in Israel was hard but much easier than I thought it would be. At first, my favorite part about the country was...well, boys. I was REALLY boy crazy! I started University and lived with three roommates all under the age of 20. It was difficult at first but they are three of the most amazing people I've ever known. By 2007, I was back in the U.S. - my grandfather's health wasn't great and my mom became ill. I stayed at home for a year - which drove me INSANE! By 2008, I was back in Israel, living with two of my best girlfriends. That wasn't easy either but we had a lot of good times.

After I returned to the holy land, I dated... A LOT. It was exhausting. One Saturday, my friend Tali told me to come meet her at her boyfriend's house (who happened to live in my city). I did. I was unshowered. Had no make up on. But I came with baked goods. Then I met my husband. I thought he was 18 when I first met him and I kinda insulted him when he told me how old he was. About a month or two later, we started dating! Four months after that, we got engaged!

The rest, as they say, is history! I have some of the best friends in the world - and they actually live all over the world! I'm a lucky girl.


Craig:

Full birth name is Craig Ralph Glaser; I dont really like the name Ralph but its there, I do how ever fancy that my initials 'CRG' are an abbreviation for my first name.

I was born in the deep dark jungles of Johannesburg South Africa. I grew up in the suburb of Sandton with my two younger brothers. When I was, 12 my mother passed away; thats a bit of a long story and will be told another time. My father re-married to an amazing woman who took on the challenge of raising three boys that were not her own and did an amazing job.

I lived in South Africa 'til the age of 19 when, due to the crime and general down fall of South Africa, I decided to make Aliyah (immigrate) to Israel. Note that I had never actually been to Israel, though I had attended a private Jewish day school and hence had heard just a bit about Israel.

I was in Israel for two years before I was drafted into the IDF (Israel Defense Forces). When I went for the physical and the weighin's I actually had 10 Kg (22lbs) weights on each ankle so that I would weigh more and be eligible for a combat unit because, at the time, I only weighed about 40kilo (around 88lbs). Yeah, I was a really small guy.

Thankfully, I was enlisted into the unit of my choice, the Combat Engineers. The IDF's Combat Engineers are very different from the U.S. version, as not only do we specialize in explosives and such but we are also both Urban and Field units. In the IDF, the Combat Engineers are always the first unit to enter any zone so that it may be cleared of IEDs (improvised explosive devices) and booby-traps for armor and infantry units.

I completed commanders course with the unit and went on to being a commander with the permanent forces in Ramalla and along the Lebanon border and commanded a unit of 8 soldiers.

I served for a period of two and a half years and both loved it and hated , but for the most part loved it. I complete with the rank of Staff Sergeant. I still have 30 days of reserve duty every year until age 45, which drives Hillary crazy. (Hillary: yes it does! I hate it!)

One weekend, while I was visiting a good friend of mine I met this cute American who thought that I was very very baby faced and actually thought that I was 17 years old and not 24 like I was at the time. Anyways, she brought baked goods along with her and I knew she was a keeper and that was that. Found the love of my life so decided to never let her go and married her.

Currently I am studying for my BA in Communications with a major in New and Interactive Media, I am in my second semester of my second year of a 3 year degree.

I also work close to full-time as a Fraud Analyst for the consumer side of LivePerson, its an amazing job with an even more amazing company.

Needless to say studying full-time and working pretty much full-time ain't easy but it gets done.

I have always considered my-self rather lucky with regard to how things have always fallen in place and not for even one second do I not count my self lucky and appreciate what I have and whom I share it with.


Monday, January 17, 2011

To Dye For...

Three months before Craig and I got hitched, I wondered what my REAL hair color would look like all over my head instead of just at my roots. About a month before the wedding, I had my hair extensions put in and the hair stylist ... or as I call him "Satan Spawn that Over Charges" ... wanted to dye my hair to match the extensions. I said "no thank you" and did it myself. My dye job did the trick (and I wasn't paying him ANY more money) and in the fake hair went. When it came out in October, I noticed my ends were super blonde and my roots were not. So, I did what any normal former hairdresser would do... I put red highlights in my hair... by myself.

My highlights looked awesome for a while. They've since faded from bright red to copper (which looks awesome) but as I was driving, I noticed that my roots were really dark and I had this strange sparkly things in my hair. I steer clear of glitter on a daily basis so I couldn't figure out what it was.

I had a gray hair.

This isn't the first time I've had gray hair pop up. Usually it gets colored over with something. But I haven't actually gone for a full-on hair dye job since July. Normal women are probably gasping right now.

So are my hairdresser friends.

And probably my sister.

Fear not, my roots look OK and I don't look all white trash. But I have more gray hair. More than I realized. How the heck did THAT happen?

So, now I need your opinion - to dye or not to dye... that is the question.

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Thankful Thursday - Hungarian Potato Soup Recipe

This Thursday, I'm thankful that the temps are low enough for me to justify eating soup.


I LOVE SOUP!


Ever since Craig and I returned from Prague, I've been craving potato soup. As a kid, I used to eat my Bubba's potato soup by the bucket loads (seriously). When I moved to Israel, I called her as winter started and begged for her recipe. Apparently, my grandmother's recipe is insanely easy.

Bubba's Potato Soup
3-5 potatoes (doesn't matter what kind) - cubed
2 onions (vidalia or white - NOT purple) - diced
1 tbsp. olive oil (you can use canola oil/butter/1/4 cup of vegetable broth)
Large pinch of salt and pepper
1 cup of water for every potato you use

In a large pot, warm up the oil and sautee the onions.

Once the onions are nice and brown, add the potatoes and coat them with the oil. Sprinkle the salt and pepper into the mixture. When the potatoes start to cook a bit - add the water. Cook until the potatoes are tender.

DO NOT FREEZE. I did this once and it was a horrible idea. Horrible.

I told you it was easy.


I noticed when we were in Prague that the soup tasted a little differently from my grandmother's soup - apparently their soup has cheese and cream. Then I called my Gram and asked her for her potato soup recipe. She told me that Hungarian and Czech soups are very similar. So, what did I add to my Bubba's soup? Carrots, cooking cream, and sharp cheddar cheese. What did I forget to add? flour.

Take the recipe above, add 3 carrots - cubed. Add the carrots to the onions and sautee together. Once you've added the water to the mixture, let it cook.

When the potatoes are just about done, take out a separate pot and add a half-cup of cream. Do not let the cream burn - boil it on a low fire/heat. When the cream is starting to boil, add one cup of sharp cheddar. It can be cubed or shredded. Let the cheddar melt.

Go back to your potato pot and add 1/8 of a cup of flour to the mixture. Then gently fold in the creamed mixture.

Take off the heat and eat!

Betayavon!

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Oops... I did it again!

OK, I may not be Brit Brit (and I do not require a conservator) but I did it again! I wound up in the news. The topic: the split between "secular" Jews and "religious" Jews in Israel. I first made the news when the Rabbanut (think the Vatican of Jewry) told me I wasn't quite a Jew. The story had over 200 comments but was published in an Israeli newspaper.

This story was published by the Associated Press and is all.over.the.web. Like here... and here... and here.



I look pretty! Except now my hair is short (this was taken just after our wedding). No double chin... YAY!

Anyway, looks aside, the article is fairly powerful. At the end of the article, an Israeli law maker states "We are not saying that someone who is Reform or Conservative is not Jewish. But they can't change the order of things here in Israel," he said. "The average Israeli wants the country to abide by the Jewish tradition ... You can't take the things most sacred to us and tear them to shreds."

The article is actually about the conversion bill that is making its way through the Knesset (government) now. The above quote hit me hard. Possibly because I was told I'm Jew-ish during a time when I should have been welcomed in as a Jew. When Craig and I were going through our wedding planning, we had to get the seal of approval from the Rabbanut. We didn't. I was told I wasn't quite a Jew. I was discriminated against because I grew up as a Conservative Jew. That's why the first article was written.

The reason the above quote has me a bit miffed is because they DON'T consider someone, like me, to be a Jew. Because I am a Conservative Jew. I'm not asking them to change the order in which they do things but I am demanding that people like me be counted as part of the Jewish population. No one is tearing our traditions to shreds. At our wedding, my Orthodox cousins told me my "Conservative" wedding was more religious than most weddings in Israel.

The quote hurt. It's a blatant lie. Anyone who has tried to get married in Israel and was brought up outside of Israel as something other than an Orthodox Jew has probably faced the same discrimination. My Conservative wedding was not legal in Israel - so we had to go to Cyprus to make it "official".

Even after reading the article and reading some idiot lie and say he counts me as a Jew - what strikes me as the most odd (and worrying) is the comments people left on the Yahoo publication. There are 851 comments. Most of them are against Jews. My face is on that article. My name is now something to be associated with the problems in Israel. I am the poster-child for what is wrong with Israel! Yet, I am also the poster child for what is right with Israel. This country is my home. This country gave refuge to my family when they needed it the most. This country absorbs more immigrants than most "Western" countries - including refugees from Darfur. Don't get me started on the refugees from the former Soviet Union - we absorbed them, too.

I wanted to be the poster child for people who search for equality. Instead, I did it again and put a face to a problem that most people in this world don't understand. 851 comments. Most of them negative. I read them all. And I'd do it again. In a heart beat.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Flashback Friday... on a Tuesday

Flashback Friday with WebSavvyMom.com

See the small child in the front row wearing teal tights? That's me. This was in the 1980's and it was at my cousin's bar mitzvah. Crazy, huh? Look at the eyeglasses! WHY OH WHY did my mother make me wear that dress? It has a doily for a collar.

Nothing takes the cake more than my sister's pink bow. She CLEARLY looks thrilled to be wearing it. And my other sister... well, let's be glad she chose NOT to use the bright pink hair mousse that day. She had a flair for color... even back then.

I don't remember much about this day except that my aunt (the one I'm standing next to) promised me candy if I sat still. Bribery still works. You can bribe me with candy any day.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

OMG... we're hitched ( again )

After resting for the day, I can finally recount our daycation in Cyprus.

Do you ever get crabby when you've had little sleep and you have to get up early? Well, I do. After 3 hours of sleep, I woke up at 2am in order to be ready for our 7am flight to Cyprus.

We arrived on time and I passed out in Ben Gurion airport in an uncomfortable seat... surrounded by the Malta National Soccer Team. No joke.

When we arrived in Cyprus, nothing went as planned. We arrived in some beat up van. I swear, 1975 called - they want their mystery machine back. Take a look...

See?

Anyway, after the nuptials were completed - we stuck around the Larnaca town hall/pharmacy/library/doctor's offices for another hour and a half. Then we waited in the mystery machine for 45 minutes. We finally found ourselves walking around Larnaca. We were tired. Hungry. Irritated. And ready to fly back to Israel.

After some food, we went to a nice hotel to pick up our paperwork. Then we waited. And waited. And waited. Finally, our paperwork arrived. We went shopping for a bit.

And then...
NAP TIME!

It was the best nap I've had in a long time. After my nap, we went walking around and found a Starbucks. We did more shopping. We finally ate dinner and it was one of the best meals I've ever had. Seriously.


After the longest day in the world, we returned to the Holy Land... as a married couple. A happily married couple. Officially married and ready to take on the world... together. 

Friday, July 30, 2010

I'm in the NEWSPAPER!

For a while, I've been documenting what's been going on with our wedding and any issues we've faced. Needless to say, I don't think my siblings ever faced what Craig and I have dealt with recently. Given a new conversion bill on the parliament floor, newspapers all over Israel have been scrambling to find people here that either chose to get married abroad in order not to face the Rabbinical Courts or were forced to marry abroad after facing the Rabbinical Courts.

My story was published in Haaretz (the land) Newspaper. We made the front page. It helps that my great-great Uncle was a Zionist leader.

Before you read it, I want to take the opportunity to thank Raphael Ahren for publishing my story. I hope it brings some much needed social change.

For a nicer version, the article can be found on Haaretz.

Sokolow's niece 'not Jewish enough' to marry here

After being told she needed to prove the Jewishness of her maternal lineage for four generations, Hillary Rubin is questioning her decision to move to Israel.

By Raphael Ahren 


Hillary Rubin felt she was living out her ancestors' dream when she decided to move to Israel in 2006. Now she says she is being forced to leave the country to fulfill her own dream - getting married.
"Zionism runs in my family," the Detroit native says, adding that her grandfather's uncle was Zionist leader Nahum Sokolow.
Sokolow's niece Hillary Rubin Sokolow's niece Hillary Rubin
But after filing for a wedding license and being told she needed to prove the Jewishness of her maternal lineage for four generations, she is wondering whether she made the right decision in immigrating to a Jewish state that doubts her Jewishness.

I'm furious with this country right now," the 29-year-old international relations student told Anglo File this week. "I'm the great-great-niece of a prominent Zionist and I am always a supporter of this country, but this really frustrated me and I can totally understand why a lot of my Anglo friends left this country."

Rubin, who was raised in a Conservative household, produced letters from four Conservative rabbis and one Chabad rabbi attesting to her Jewishness. But the Herzliya Rabbinate said the letters were not enough and asked her to bring ketubot, or religious wedding contracts, as well as birth or death certificates of her mother, grandmother, great-grandmother and great-great-grandmother.

"It was made very clear that without ketubot and without birth certificates from four generations, I would need to go to the Beit Din [local rabbinical court]," Rubin told Anglo File this week. "I told him, time and time again, that my grandparents are Shoah survivors [and thus their ketubot no longer exist] and I was told that wasn't his problem."

The Herzliya Rabbinate responded that it kept to strict standards "of Moses and Israel" for affirming one's faith.
There is no civil marriage in Israel, forcing couples to either go through a local Rabbinate or marry abroad. The Chief Rabbinate recently enacted new guidelines automatically sending marriage candidates whose parents did not wed in Israel to a local rabbinical court to determine whether they are really Jewish.

The new regulations do not specify which documents are needed to conclusively determine a person's Jewishness. It's likely that Rubin's letters would not have proven sufficient for them, according to a rabbi with knowledge of the system.
Rubin fears the rabbinical court might declare her a non-Jew and thus decided to get married without the Rabbinate's blessing. Instead, Rubin and her Johannesburg-born fiance' Craig Glaser will tie the knot in a Conservative ceremony on a moshav in the Sharon region in two weeks. Since Conservative weddings are not recognized by the state, they plan to fly for one day to Cyprus for a civil marriage - an option used by many Israeli couples unable, or unwilling, to satisfy the Rabbinate's demands.

The rabbinical court does not actually declare somebody a non-Jew without proof of their belonging to another religion, but Rubin would still run the risk of being left in the situation of not being officially Jewish by the state's standards should she turn to them.

"At this point, I no longer want to play be their rules. I want to fight what they're doing," Rubin, who observes Shabbat and keeps kosher, said.

When Anglo File called the Rabbinate's marriage department this week, a man who said he was its director but declined to state his name said he remembered the case. He said the couple was referred to the rabbinical court in Tel Aviv to have their Jewishness affirmed, and that before this is done he cannot let them get married. When he learned they had decided to get married in Cyprus to avoid the rabbinical court, he said nonchalantly: "Good for them. We are only marrying people according to the law of Moses and Israel."

Rubin and her fiance' - whose documents were accepted by the rabbinate as valid proof of Jewishness - did not even want to try to convince the rabbinical court that she is a Jew. "I can't provide them with the documents they want. I am the granddaughter of four Holocaust survivors, any documents my grandparents may have had from their families we don't have anymore ... Who has a death certificate from somebody who was gassed to death? These things are frustrating because my grandparents were persecuted for being Jewish, and here I am being told I'm not exactly Jewish."
She is also concerned they might not declare her Jewish because her parents are divorced and she can no longer provide their ketuba. The facts that her parents' get, or bill of divorce, was prepared by a Conservative rabbi and that her mother has since remarried a Catholic would further lead the rabbis to deny her their official stamp of approval, she said.

The young couple believes the consequences of going through the rabbinical court are "much worse" than not going at all.

"It's as if one day you wake up and you're no longer a Jew in the Jewish State but outside Israel you are still Jewish enough to be hated by most of the world," Rubin says. "It's a weird feeling. It's hard enough to grasp the idea that your Judaism may not be valid but then to be told you're not actually Jewish according to the Jewish state - it's ostracizing."
 
 

Friday, March 12, 2010

Guest Post - Planning a Wedding on a Budget

This post is written by my dear blogging buddy - Melissa. Here are her tips for planning a wedding ... on a budget!
 
My husband and I fell in love at first sight, and we knew right away that we'd be married.  We dated for only four months before we got engaged, and we were married five months after that.  It didn't give us a lot of time for planning the wedding, so it was fortunate that we agreed on nearly everything.  We started by trying to keep the right perspective.  Our wedding day would be special and important, but what truly mattered was the marriage that followed.  Not all of these tips will work for everyone, but my hope is that you'll glean some useful ideas from our experience.
 
My then-fiance and I agreed that we didn't want to spend tens of thousands of dollars on a one-day event.  When I was younger I thought I'd want a Cinderella wedding; but when the time came, I realized that marrying my Prince Charming was the only part of that fantasy that truly mattered.
 
With that in mind, we considered the guest list.  We didn't want to leave anyone out, but we had to draw the line somewhere.  In addition, I was more than a little intimidated at the thought of standing up in front of a large group.  After much discussion, we decided to limit the list to those who were closest to us:  immediate family, grandparents, aunts and uncles.  This has had some repercussions--in the form of other family members who, thirteen years later, still carry that grudge--but we would make the same decision today.
 
Our next decision was to keep it informal.  An outdoor wedding wasn't for us--especially in February--but we had a daytime wedding.  We decided to do without amenities like limousines.  We each chose just one attendant:  my sister was my matron of honor, and my husband's closest friend was his best man.  I asked my sister to wear any dress she liked, as long as it was hunter green, and I encouraged her to find something that she would be able to wear again.  (Who needs another hideous bridesmaid dress in the closet?)  She ended up sewing her own dress, which was lovely.  Both my husband and his best man wore suits.
 
My own dress was a fortuitous find.  I walked into a department store with a vague idea of what I wanted, and I found the perfect dress.  On the clearance rack, no less.  It was the only one of its kind, and it was my size.  It was a satin off-white one-piece dress that resembled a suit, with a bit of beadwork embellishing the bodice.  It was understated, flattering, and on sale for about $80.  I checked it over at least five times to be sure that I wasn't missing an ink stain or something.  I can't take credit for searching out the perfect dress, but we still talk about what a remarkable find it was.
 
Obviously a veil wouldn't work with this informal dress.  With the help of a friend, I decided to make my own headpiece.  From the craft store I purchased a basic hair barrette, some satin flowers, and some sheer ribbon with a wavy edge.  I soaked the ribbon in tea until it matched the color of the dress.  We glued the ribbon to the barrette, then added the flowers to cover the glue.  I'm very happy with the way it turned out, and the total cost was probably about $5.
 
I consulted a few wedding photographers and got estimates that would exceed the cost of our reception.  Then a friend reminded me that one of our coworkers had a side business as a wedding photographer.   I talked with him and explained that we didn't want anything fancy--no photos of getting dressed, etc., but just the ceremony and the reception--and he offered to take the photos for a fabulous price.  This was a gift, no doubt.  I suggest considering whether any of your friends or family have the skills to do your wedding photography.
 
We ordered our wedding stationery--invitations, notecards, ribbon for favors, and so on--online and saved a significant amount over the cost of purchasing locally.  Now it might be even more affordable to print invitations at home, but we didn't have that option at the time.
 
Another place to save money is on wedding favors.  Because they often end up being tucked away or discarded, we chose to spend less on favors that would only be cherished, in the long run, by us.  Again with the help of a friend, I visited the craft store and purchased a box of white Jordan almonds, some white tulle, and some green tulle.  At the dollar store I was able to purchase two dozen champagne flutes.  With those supplies, the printed ribbon that we'd ordered with the invitations, and a hot-glue gun, it was easy enough to fashion inexpensive favors.
For our reception, we chose to purchase a package deal from a hotel.  This included everything from the food to centerpieces and cake.  By negotiating and making careful choices, we contained the cost in a few ways:
  • No open bar.  This is certainly not the best choice for everyone, but we knew that our guests would consume little or no alcohol.  We decided to pay by actual consumption, which reduced the package price by $20 per person.  The actual consumption totalled less than $20, so this decision paid off in a big way.
  • Flowers.  The in-house florist offered several upgrades, but we chose to keep the floral centerpieces as included in the package.
  • No band or DJ.  Again, this won't work for everyone, but we knew that our guests would not dance, and would prefer that the room be quiet enough to allow conversation.  The hotel provided piped-in background music at no cost.  Perfect.
As with a household budget, often the best way to save a lot of money is to find multiple ways to save a little.  I hope that you've found a tip or two that will help you save on your wedding!



Melissa traded her career as a chemist for a more rewarding life as a stay-at-home mom.  She and her Prince Charming live in New Jersey, where she blogs at Frugal Creativity about cooking, baking, gardening, and living on a budget.
 
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