sistawendy: me in my nurse costume looking weirded out (weirded out)
The total amount that m'boy has received in cash gifts for his Bar Mitzvah is more than double what I've saved so far for my first, last, and deposit when I move. Nibs & I face the unexpected dilemma of how to regulate his spending.

It's still not enough to make me want a Bar Bat Mitzvah of my own, though.
Ever come back from vacation and conclude that doing so was a mistake? I've been doing that all day.
sistawendy: a cartoon of me saying "Praise Bob!" (prabob)
My son did exceedingly well chanting the Torah at his Bar Mitzvah. He even went a little too fast; Cantor said yesterday that he'd given up trying to slow him down. I even got the impression that during the slack times m'boy looked bored. When I asked him afterward, he said he wasn't bored; he was just daydreaming. How like him. And like me.

My speech, as read to my son in front of the congregation. )

Boy, was I glad to get out of a dark suit on a sunny day that no longer fits properly. How convenient that under a white dress shirt, a sports bra looks like a wife beater. I still kept my jacket on, though. I've been spending quality time with [livejournal.com profile] motherofangels and Brunette Sister, with more to come. Much happiness all 'round.

The dinner at Ooba's has been had, the relatives are starting to drift away, and the frenzy is winding down. We're all taking a bit of a break, starting now. Ah.

Taking three days off was just about right.
sistawendy: me in C18-inspired makeup looking amused (amused eighteenthcent)
Days taken off: 3
Hours spent on housework today: 4
In-laws hugged: 1
Hours spent in a chest binder: 2
In-laws who (say they) discovered my breasts: 0
Times irritated by bossy Nibsmother: 1
Shirts ironed by Nibsmother: 4

You know, after the in-laws scram on Sunday afternoon, Brunette Sister will still be here. She wants to talk about important stuff alone with me that night, which I'm OK with. Still, I've been seized by the mad desire to take her out to Re-bar or the Merc, neither of which are anywhere near her scene.

ETA: I'm looking forward to the last time I have to wear a men's suit. No one in my family is allowed to die for the rest of the year.
sistawendy: a brightly colored badge saying "FFED" (ffed)
Masturbation spreads STDs and is bad for the economy. Did you know that? Scroll down for helpful photos of typical masturbators.

Ganked with gratitude from [livejournal.com profile] queenofthenight.
There's way too much happening between now and the Bar Mitzvah. There's the Bar Mitzvah itself, PTA stuff, and work stuff. If I make it to June 15th alive it'll be no small victory.
sistawendy: me in my nun costume with my duster cross, looking hopeful (hopeful nun)
I seem to be getting used to the hormones & anti-hormones. I no longer feel the urge to guzzle soy sauce at every opportunity.

Something's happened to my appetite: I no longer get the munchies after dinner. Instead, I get them during the day. Explain that if you dare.

Boobs? Growing right along. In fact, I'm a little worried that only the tightest of my sports bras is doing an adequate job of hiding the girls.

I've mentioned that my butt's gotten bigger, haven't I? I'm one of the few women on the planet who's pleased with that, mostly. Why just mostly? The Bar Mitzvah is in five weeks. I checked, and I still just barely fit into the suit I planned to wear. Whew!

I've been watching my arms for signs of less hair, but so far I don't see a difference. (And you thought I wore long gloves so much just 'cause they look cool.)
sistawendy: me in a Gorey vamp costume with the back of my hand to my forehead (hand staple forehead)
Layout, print, swear, print, swear, print, crop, stuff, stick.
sistawendy: a butterfly in the style of a street sign (butterfly)
I just reordered my hormones for the first time. I learned that the estrogens proper are $476 annually plus syringes, and the spironolactone is $190 annually. MyCo is picking up all of this.

Most health plans in the US won't pay for any of it, and you shouldn't be surprised to hear that trans people have more trouble landing jobs so they can pay out of pocket.
And on a completely unrelated note, I burned an hour and a lot of paper last night trying to get invitations to print decently with the right aspect ratio. I'm starting to wish the Bar Mitzvah was over.
sistawendy: me in my suffraget costume raising a finger in front of the Vogue (oh yeah)
M'boy has got all of the songs & chants for his Bar Mitzvah down. In fact, he's taken to practicing them way too fast. That's not at all the problem we expected to have nine months ago. He's snarfed all of one of the longest parshas (Torah portions) in the annual cycle; we expected to have to scrounge relatives to do parts of it. I'm not allowed because I'm neither bar nor bat mitzvah.

Nibs has, to my considerable relief, done a DIY invitation design. Clip art + MS Paint = done! All I have to do is finish the printing and bum some time on the office paper crop.

I just uploaded my son's Mitzvah project page. Yeah, text by Nibs, web design by yours truly. As Bob is my witness, though, the rest of it won't be by either of us, except for the driving.
I predict bra shopping will be necessary by the end of the month. I'm coming along so nicely, of course, because that has the potential to cause serious drama at Bar Mitzvah time. Doubt if you must, but I can feel them at slower and slower walking speeds.

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