Thursday, November 27, 2014

Over the River and Through the Woods...

You are welcome for that ear worm.

I think every kid in America has grown up singing that song this time of year. It used to flummox us (and this was back in the early '80's, mind you). "Why is it snowing at Thanksgiving?" we'd always ask our music teacher, and she'd mutter something about things being different back in the old days.


There really isn't all that much snow on the ground here and by the time I get going the roads should be fairly clear. Still, it's a little weird. Snow on Thanksgiving?

We are headed up to Mom's house today (which I guess would be Grandmother's house if my brother or I would pop out kids but ha. Ha ha ha.) Instead of the usual turkey feast we are going as Southern as our Northern mindset will allow us. Barbeque ribs, jalepeno cornbread, potato salad, a broccoli slaw I made, collard greens and pie (possibly of the sweet potato variety, definitely of the raspberry variety). It was unfortunately pointed out to me too late that mac n' cheese is a legit side in the South so we won't be having that. We'll do better next time, I promise.

Big Deal of the day - Best Guy is coming with so he'll get to meet the fam damily. Ironically enough, I'm more worried about me than him. I know he'll be great and everyone will love him. I, however, have a tendency to get all goobery and awkward when I try to introduce my different boxes to each other. Good thing mom promise booze.

Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone! May it be safe, warm, and filled with the people that you love most in this world.

Monday, November 24, 2014

Performance: Jai Guru Deva

This past Saturday I had another performance. Best Guy was kind enough to video it for me, so here you go! :-)

Monday, November 17, 2014

When is a Gas Station not a Gas Station?

This past Saturday, I stopped to get gas on my way home from work. I pulled into the only available (and appropriate for my car) pump at the station, got out and proceeded to fill my car and clean my windshield. Note to self... get wiper fluid.

Anyway, there was this car in the pump in front of mine, just sitting there. And sitting there. And sitting there. I thought it was pretty weird, but hey this is Vermont and weird is a matter of course.

I finish up, pay at the pump (best invention ever), and get in my car to leave. I put my car into reverse to go around the car still sitting in front of me, and as I reverse she starts to pull forward. We both repeat. I try to indicate that I was pulling out and around, and she just kept telling me to go already. So I reverse again and she pulls up insanely close to my car, rolls down the window and tells me that the next time I stop to get gas I shouldn't pull right in front of someone who was trying to leave. She then pulls out, flips me off multiple times and speeds away.

Over the course of those maybe 10 minutes I took to fill my tank, she could have left 20 times over. Seriously, she wasn't blocked in. AT ALL. She had multiple options. Sure, most of them involved putting her car in reverse, but still. She could have left at any time.

Instead, she literally sat there for 10 minutes stewing in her own perceived injustice, just waiting for the moment she could tell me just how inconsiderate, rude, and misbehaved I was.

It was a good lesson for me on two fronts:
  1. When something of this caliber happens, it is far better to laugh at the ridiculousness of it than take it personally. Because this farce was not at all about me.
  2. The next time I get all worked up about some perceived injustice, I need to take a moment and step back and make sure that it's not all of my own making.
Crazy days, people. Crazy days.

Thursday, November 13, 2014

Let Your Flag Fly (It Doesn't Even Have to be Freaky)

I am not much of a sharer.

Says the girl with the blog who puts her shit on display for anyone who wishes to see.

Okay, so let me rephrase that.

Most of my relationships (family, friends, partners, etc) stay in their separate boxes. Rarely do the yoga peeps meet the belly dancing peeps, the massage peeps the sci-fi peeps, or the family peeps the friendly peeps. Sometimes the boxes overlap, but for the most part they don't.

Whenever I get box cross-over, I get nervous. I start to worry that they won't like what I find intriguing/uplifting/fascinating/whatever and will have a bad time or be bored. And for me, somehow the fact that they aren't having as good a time as I am is the Worst. Thing. Ever. That I am a weirdo for liking what I do, and I should know better than to share it with anyone outside the box it belongs in.

Oh hai, this is me. I like to crawl around on the floor draped in fake flowers. Don't you like doing that too?

So, I am not much of a sharer. Which makes things difficult in good relationships because that's what you do. You share yourself.

I am very good at subverting my likes to other people's. Let's do X because I know you'll have fun. Let's go out to Y because I know you like that kind of food. Let's do whatever I know you'll like, because that way you won't judge what I like to be less.

Which then makes the entire relationship about the other person and leaves me in the dust. You can't have a successful relationship with anyone if the entire thing is centered around one person to the exclusion of everyone else. That's called a dictatorship and those are always bound to fail in the end. Often with great drama and fireworks.

So these days I'm trying something different. I'm sharing myself. These are the things I like to do. These are the places I like to go. This is the music I like. This is the food I like. This is what I'm thinking right now. This is what I'm feeling. You know what? It's hard and scary. But the thing is, if you share scary and hard things, other people feel comfortable sharing the same things. Because it's also a power thing, isn't it? You share, but I'm not going to say anything. I know all about you, but you know nothing about me. I have the power. And in uneven relationships, even passive-aggressive power is better than nothing.

I don't want uneven relationships in my life. I want balanced, equal, loving, caring relationships. I'm guessing all of the people in my boxes want the same thing. And you know what? It's okay if I share something I like with someone from a different box and they aren't as huge a fan. There are lots of things I'm not passionate about but will happily experience, just because I know so-and-so loves it and I love to see the joy on their face. I am not putting someone out by sharing my passions, I am giving them the same opportunity they gave me: the chance to share the joy.

And that, my friends, is what it's all about.

Monday, November 10, 2014


This past weekend Best Guy had a gig in Southern New Hampshire, so we packed up his car and headed South for the weekend. Who knew all you had to do to see some sunshine was to leave Vermont?

Since we had the time and we were close, on Sunday we headed over to York, ME to wander around a little and meet his cousin for some lunch before heading back to VT.

It was a fun little weekend!

If you find an AC/DC songbook for a ukulele, and then a ukulele, you must play.

My Best Guy rocking it out on the keys. Swoon.

Nubble Light House on a brisk November morning.

My Merrida hair.

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Things I Am Learning

  • Gratitude. Be grateful for every. Single. Thing. 
  • You think you need more. Maybe you do. Maybe you need less. What would less look like?
  • "I love you." Both saying it and hearing it is the most freeing thing in the world.
  • Speaking my Truth is not going to alienate people. And if it does, why dafuck are they in my life to begin with?
  • Anyone who dims your light is not someone you need to be around. Find the people who revel in your light so you can revel in theirs.
  • Perfection is not something I will ever attain. Cutting myself some slack because I'll never get there is not being lazy, nor does it mean I'm a failure.
  • Not being able to wipe that smile off my face is a damned good thing.
  • The Universe provides, in Its own time and way. Meaning, It thinks my timeframe is a load of hooey and my way is laughable. But still.... It provides.
  • There is really only one thing that tops puppy and kitty snuggles.
  • Best Guy snuggles.
Gratitude for all the things.

Monday, November 3, 2014


Today I did an employee massage. Meaning, instead of making a commission that goes into my weekly paycheck, I got paid directly in cash, which goes directly in my pocket.


That doesn't much help my electric bill, but it did mean I was able to go to the grocery store and stock up. For $40, I bought:

  • One package organic extra-firm tofu
  • One bunch organic rainbow chard
  • 1 lb bag of organic carrots
  • 10oz bag regular celery hearts (couldn't find a price for the organic version)
  • a huge spanish onion
  • 8 oz regular mushrooms
  • bunch of regular bananas
  • 10oz bag of frozen organic broccoli
  • bag of dried lentils
  • bag of dried kidney beans
  • bag of dried pinto beans
  • vacuum pack of almond milk
  • box of cereal for Best Guy
  • regular rotisserie chicken
  • 2 organic lemons
I did my best to buy things that weren't one-use items and things that had a lot of nutrition in them, especially since I'm trying very hard not to come down with anything. Hence the lemons (I've been drinking my Magic Elixir for two weeks straight now). 

The onion will last a while since it's HUGE, and the best part about the chicken is I take it off the bone and then use the skin and bones to make broth. I've got that going in the crock pot right now. I'll just leave it to simmer overnight and in the morning I'll divvy it up in my muffin tins and freeze them. That way I'll have little flavor/protein bombs to add to soups and rice while I'm making the most of the slow time. That's in addition to the meat that will last me for several days and can be used in a multitude of ways.

I'm not generally a big fan of dried beans. Sure they're cheap but I feel like I can cook them for days and still not get them as well done as the canned variety. But, like I said, they're cheap. I feel like I have enough protein now to be able to live well off soups and curries and suchness. 

The leftover money is going to pay for next week's dance class and some spending money for this weekend when Best Guy and I head to southern New Hampshire for a gig he's playing. Oh, did I not mention Best Guy is a rock god? Yeah... he's mine ladies. Hands off.

In the meantime, I continue to be grateful for the work I am getting. :-) Keep it coming!

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