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2012 might be known in the future as the year Rebecca become obsessed with Les Miserables. (2011 was the year she became a Jew, and 2010 was the year she became obsessed with NCIS. There are worse things for years to be known by.) The other night, I was almost asleep in bed when Sara came in and told me Entertainment Weekly had released five new clips of songs from the Les Miserables movie that's coming out this month. So I stayed up late watching and rewatching them, then listening to all the Les Mis songs I have on my iPod. It's hard to say which song I'm most excited to see in the movie, but when Hugh Jackman sang "He gave me hope when hope was gone / He gave me strength to journey on" and the music started to swell behind him, I just about squee'ed. I hope Sara and I can celebrate December 25th in true Jew fashion and go see the movie (and maybe to a Chinese restaurant that day).
We had another session of our temple's religious school over the weekend. It didn't go very well, which kinda depresses me. I feel like there's nothing left to do except watch the school slowly peter down to nothing. Honestly, I don't think Rabbi W should be allowed to teach. Does he try to as boring as he possibly can? I guess I shouldn't let one awful class get me down, but it's hard.
Last night, I made another dish of nacho casserole and Sara made cupcakes while we watched old NCIS reruns. Good times. I'm off today and looking at the lights of our tree (I only bought one strand, so they're sparse this year, but soon it'll be time to light the menorah!), listening to the rain fall, and watching Criminal Minds reruns that I actually get to see the ending of!
We had another session of our temple's religious school over the weekend. It didn't go very well, which kinda depresses me. I feel like there's nothing left to do except watch the school slowly peter down to nothing. Honestly, I don't think Rabbi W should be allowed to teach. Does he try to as boring as he possibly can? I guess I shouldn't let one awful class get me down, but it's hard.
Last night, I made another dish of nacho casserole and Sara made cupcakes while we watched old NCIS reruns. Good times. I'm off today and looking at the lights of our tree (I only bought one strand, so they're sparse this year, but soon it'll be time to light the menorah!), listening to the rain fall, and watching Criminal Minds reruns that I actually get to see the ending of!
