How could Rebecca celebrate Easter properly in those shoes?

One thing I've always liked about my name is that I've never met a lot of other Rebeccas. (Unlike my sister, who's known about a dozen different Sara/Sarahs.) This bothered the hell out of me when I was a kid - for years, the only other Rebecca I'd ever heard of was Aunt Becky on Full House - but now I like having a name that's not too common. In fact, unless my memory fails me, I've only ever known four people with my name or variants of it: a classmate in middle school (Rebecca), a teacher in high school (Rebekka - ugh), a classmate in college (Rebecca), and Rebekah from my temple. A days ago, three of us ran into each other on Facebook. I redacted all the sensitive information, hence the big white spaces.



I'm not always a huge Facebook fan - it really can be stalker-liscious sometimes - but when ecounters like this happen, I'm glad I didn't delete my account.

This was the first year that I've ever had to work on Easter, but I found that I didn't mind so much. It felt like any other day to me. I had a good scare last night when I thought I'd lost my dogtag - I feel so naked without it - but it was found and all is good now.

A conversation I had with Adam while we were watching The Ten Commandments...
    Me: Don't you love how it's all set in Egypt, but the cast is all white people?
    Adam: You mean there aren't any Jewish actors in it?
    [Pause]
    Me: Are you saying Jewish people aren't white?
    Adam: I thought... they were referred to as... something else. 
    Me: What? Pray tell, what are they?
    Adam: [confused silence]
Honestly.