Showing posts from July, 2015

Hey Look, She's Obsessing about Food Again. She NEVER Does That.

I recently renewed my membership to the city library. I am stoked about this because now I can read all those books I've been wanting to read without the investment of actually purchasing them. Because right now I have more important things to spend money on. How is that possible you ask? Let's just say I'm choosing between underwear and books. You can only choose books so many times before things get desperate. With this next paycheck I should be okay to buy things I am actually needing: supportive shoes for work, underwear, and shirts to replace the ones I just bought that now have holes in them. Thanks, cats.

Holy tangent, batman.

Anyway, one of the first books I took out was Grain Brain. I have my own personal opinions about the gluten-free movement, but I also have many friends who are diagnosed with either Celiac disease or gluten intolerance and this book came recommended. As I like knowing what the fuss is about, I decided to read it. I'm about a third of the w…

Snake Medicine

A few days ago, I was lucky enough to attend two local workshops integrating movement/dance and inner work. I found both to be immensely gratifying and I am very glad that I bit the bullet and signed up for both, as I didn't really have the money for either.

The first workshop was using meditation in order to deepen your emotional connection and using movement (in this case, belly dance) to express it. I firmly believe that going through this workshop left me open to have a truly transformative experience in the second. The next workshop led us in to a shamanic journey, then used movement while in a trance state to deepen our experience.

Can I just say.... whoa Nelly?

I've gone journeying before, and I know a couple of my Spirit Guides (although I've been told of at least one other I haven't yet met). This time, however, someone new came to party. Snake. This one showed up subtly at first; so much so that I didn't recognize it until much later. But when I wasn'…

You Can Choose to Have a Good Day

We've all been there. That day where everything seems to break or bunch up or generally coalesce in to a flaming pile of fuck that shit.

Okay, so I should probably mention here that I've had a glass of wine on an empty stomach.

Moving on.

We've all had those days. Nothing seems to go right and as you're climbing in to bed you say while looking at your partner or say to yourself "well... this was a day. Let's never mention it again, shall we?"

Sometimes we have no control over the things that jump into our path. They appear or stumble in front of us like confused deer on an interstate and it's all we can do to swerve out of the way to avoid serious damage.

Most days, however, we have a choice. There is infinite potential in every morning we manage to crawl out of our beds. You can look at this day and say "oh, not this again," or you can say "well, I've got this thing and I'm not too keen on it, but I'm going to greet it with…

Striking Out on my Own... Genius or Folly?

I have been in a weird place lately, professionally. I have been struggling to feel like I fit in at my new place, which is completely on me. On paper, I should be thrilled to have this job. The people are very nice and have gone out of their way to make me feel comfortable there, the pay is pretty good for the industry, and the commute is easy and relatively short. I can see myself succeeding here.

And yet.

Best Guy and I have been having conversations about this, and at some point I came out and said "I think the reality is that it didn't matter what my next job was, I wasn't going to like it."

I loved my last place. I've never made any secret about that. But, it was time and I needed to move on. I think sometimes when you are so attached to something and a replacement becomes necessary, by default we almost always dislike the next thing that comes along. It can't possibly compete, no matter how good or great or awesome it is, because it isn't the last …

I Just Realized it has been 10 Days Since I Posted Anything.


Things have been busy here. Best Guy's brother and family is up for the week visiting and we've been spending our days trying to prove that Vermont has Things To Do. Besides drinking. I think we're mostly succeeding at this.

They brought their two dogs with them so our house currently has four adults, one 15-year old boy, two cats and three dogs. Buddy got into their dog food yesterday and has spent the last 24 hours spewing things from both ends. Fun times. The most ironic thing is I've started making noises about getting a second dog. What what??? This coming from a die-hard cat person. BG and I have agreed that we won't be owning more than three pets at any given time. But... the idea has been floated.

Work has (FINALLY) picked up for me this week and I'm beginning to hope that things won't be as bad as I thought. I am still struggling with the feeling that I don't fit in there, but that's mostly on me. I'm the newbie there and I was t…

Sun Day Fun Day

Happy Independence Day!

We celebrated it by doing nothing. Best Guy had Friday off but it was a work/dance rehearsal day for me so I was out until late. On the 4th we went down to the Farmer's Market and did a few chores around town. BG spent most of the afternoon holed up in the basement working on a new recording. I had tentative hiking plans with a friend, but by the time she got to my place the idea of sitting on the couch with some pita chips, guacamole, and Pino Grigio sounded much better.
This morning we met up with a couple friends and went raspberry picking. It was only the second day of picking at this location, so there were tons of berries still on the bushes. It was a beautiful drive and the scenery was gorgeous. It seemed like burgers and creemees were in order so we stopped in at a local joint. We're back home now, with BG back in the basement and me about to spend some quality time in our back yard, laying in the grass and enjoying the warmth.

No, Actually We're Living in Sin. Thanks for Asking!

Even though I was born and raised in rural Vermont, I consider myself a quasi-urbanite. Sure, I like rolling hills and lush pastures as much as the next farm girl, but after I'm done dodging cow patties I prefer to come home to sidewalks, restaurants within walking distance, and red wine. Both Best Guy and I enjoy the outdoors but prefer the luxuries city living offers. As much as a Vermont city can offer anyway.

All that being said, living in the suburbs has been a whole new experience. This is the first time either of us has bought a lawn mower (we went with an electric mower). This is the first time we've been responsible for the maintenance of the entire house, inside and out. We're getting quotes to replace the furnace, because if it goes on a Saturday night in February (which is pretty much the only time an old furnace can go), the amount we'd have to shell out to replace it would quadruple. We're going to have to buy a snowblower this winter because driveway…