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How Much Can I Cram into 30 Days? Let's Find Out.

This week I have begun the process of moving. My highly (overly?) organized self is putting everything into four categories:
Going to Best Guy's immediatelyGoing into storage for retrieval later onGoing to Goodwill or other charityUnceremoniously trashing/recycling I've already made one trip to Goodwill, thrown out two bags and recycled one bin. I've got a large pile of things I'm bringing to Best Guy's and an even larger pile of things to be stored.
In addition to me moving in, BG and I are also doing some minor renovations/updates to his condo. He is selling it and hoping to buy a no-shared-walls home this Spring. So when I am not packing or trashing, I'm picking up paint chips and thinking about how lovely his bathroom would be with pale sage-green walls and the wainscoting painted creme. We'll be tackling a few different projects each weekend with the goal of putting it on the market in March.
In addition addition to me moving in with BG and renovating h…

Shine On.

Generally speaking, I consider myself to be a lucky person. I've always been able to support myself (although some years it is easier than others), I've always been able to feed myself, keep me as warm as can be expected in a Vermont winter. I'm a smart girl who naturally tends toward the two learning styles most schools historically used, so I never had educational issues. I had a few health issues growing up, but I was lucky in that they were all caught and fixed so I've been able to lead a happy, healthy life. I grew up in a stable, loving family who did their best to provide for my brother and I.

However, no one could ever say I have been particularly lucky in love.

Now granted, there are many people out there a LOT less lucky than I when it comes to romance. I have never been abused. I have never been sold. I have never been cheated on (that I know of, anyway). I have never been left at the altar.

I simply spent too much of my dating life assuming that if I wanted…

An Essay on Why I am Sick to Death of the Whole "Mercury in Retrograde" Thing Yet Still Believe it's Trying to Kill Me

So. Mercury is in retrograde. AGAIN.

If it seems like this happens all the time, that's because it does. Usually three or four times a year. So, once every quarter everyone gets a chance to blame every bad thing that happens on a planet that while not actually going backwards certainly looks the part.

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, here's the gist. In the astrological realm, the planet Mercury rules communication, clear thinking, truth and travel. When the planet appears to go backward (even though it isn't), all of these things "go backward" as well. Emails get lost, people mishear things, you have trouble focusing, travel plans get FUBAR'd, dogs and cats lay together in sin, eggs won't scramble, and generally all bad things everywhere are Mercury's fault. Even worse, you start to feel the effects of the backward boogey before it officially happens and sometimes for a while after it's done.

The ubiquitous "They" recomme…

January Sunday

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It's just after 10am on a blustery January Sunday morning.  I am sitting at the dining room table in Best Guy's condo, with one of his cats by my side. I'm listening to him work on a new tune upstairs while I'm taking care of my Sunday morning chores (ie, Facebooking). There is a dog snoring on the couch. I'm currently covered in said dog's hair, but that's okay because I am completely smitten with Bony Buddy.

We've got a long list of things to accomplish this Sunday before the winter nastiness this evening. Then, we get to stay in while the storm rolls through. Tomorrow is Martin Luther King Day and Best Guy has it off, so we get to have another day all to ourselves.

We both greatly enjoy these suspensions of reality. But honestly? They aren't suspensions of reality. We're building a new reality together. And the more pieces we fit together, the more Right it feels.

My heart is full.

Glamour Shots!

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Yesterday, I met up with my friend Jen. She's looking to get in to photography and wanted to augment her portfolio so she asked if I'd model for her. Here are some of the results:













All I can say is, my friend Jen has an amazing eye and holy moly I look freakin' HAWT in these pictures.


It's Officially 2015.

No getting around it, no going back.

I am feeling MUCH better. I spent the better portion of the weekend sleeping and the holiday workload has eased up enough so I don't feel like I'm killing myself slowly anymore. I feel like - a week in to the year - I can finally look up, breathe, and take care of business.

Like vacuuming. Holy god do I need to vacuum.

I also need to get back to eating regular, healthy meals. Between the holidays and this past week where I waffled between wanting to eat nothing and all the tater tots in the known universe, I have seen nary a vegetable in two weeks. That must change. Now. I've made myself a yummy blended lentil soup comprised with pretty much every vegetable in the house that was 3 hours from expiring. It is pretty tasty. I'm also looking to go to the store later to stock up on healthy, quick food items.

It's time to start paying attention again.

Speaking of, now that I'm feeling better it is time to start putting in to pract…

Breathing is Good, I'd Like to Do it Again Someday Soon.

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What a freaking whirlwind the last week has been. New Year's Eve was amazing.


....and then I came down with a cold.

It whopped me good. Actually, at first I thought it was just a hangover. But hangovers generally don't go into the next day or result in fevers. I ended up going home from work early on Friday and took Saturday off. I'm supposed to be back at it tomorrow but thankfully someone is willing to cover for me because I can't breathe right now and this cough does not lend itself to relaxation.

This has been quite the lesson for me on many fronts. First and foremost, that I need to know my limits. I pushed way past them these last couple of weeks and of course my immune system became compromised. Secondly, playing the martyr helps no one. Trying to "soldier through" when I can barely stay upright isn't proving that I am better or stronger; just that I'm more stubborn. Thirdly, it's okay to let people take care of me. Best Guy kept me fed and…