Showing posts from April, 2016

Yeah, the Moratorium on Major Life Change is Shot to Shit

So.... this happened yesterday:

Squee (!)

His name is Toby. They posted a picture of him on the Humane Society page and Best Guy got down to meet him as soon as possible. BG met him at 1pm, and by 3:30 he was loaded up in the car and on the way to Pet Food Warehouse. Such a quick turn around!

It took a little while for him to warm up to me since we didn't met until I got home from work, but I knew that going in. Hot dogs and string cheese helped on that end.

He is eight years old, and while the online profile said mixed breed his papers said beagle. So now we have another beagle. He spent the entire first eight years of his life with a little old lady, so the last three weeks have been pretty traumatizing for him. Luckily he wasn't with the Humane Society for very long.

So far as we can tell, he's never been to a vet so that will have to happen. He's got a tooth that will most likely need to be pulled, and he's overweight.

He's my little porkie pie.



Project 251: Meh, We Were Going There Anyway

On Saturday I got out of work early, so we were trying to figure out something to do before heading to a friend's Remembrance Party in Montpelier later on in the day. The party was in honor of a friend's parents, who died just eleven days apart back in February.

We decided that, since it was a sunny day and we had to drive an hour to get there, we might as well knock off a few more towns on the way. So... we present to you the I Need To Stop Yelling at Best Guy to TURN HERE After We've Already Passed the Turn installment of Project 251:

Fear, Risk, and Moving Forward

It has been a long road with lots of conversation, but last week I finally invested 100% in myself. I gave notice at my Spa job.

This past year has been a long one full of professional frustration, confusion, and struggle. It has helped me redefine what I am looking for and what I need out of my career, something I had not previously put too much thought in.

I had always assumed that I would work for others. Heck, it was my default setting. I'd been doing it since I graduated college. Because that's what you were supposed to do. You graduate high school, go to college, get a job, pay into your 401k for 35 years and then retire.

My first inkling that there could be something more than a 9-5 (which, honestly is more 8-7 these days) was when I became a Massage Therapist. But even then, the work-at-one-place, earn a paycheck model was still firmly attached to my brain. There was no other way to make a living. Sure, other people went out on their own. But I can't do that. It…

31 Days

Just 31 more days to go.


This weekend my Gaias gathered at my house for a run-through of the song we'll be dancing to and to have Best Guy take some publicity shots of us, since venues keep asking us for pictures and all we've got is the one where we're all dripping blood.

I was also supposed to have a dress fitting. Which mostly went as planned, except for the part where I had a mild panic attack and I practically ripped the dress off of me.


I am not prone to panic attacks. I think I've had maybe three in my life. I didn't even know that's what it was until the next day when I did a little searching online. It surprised the heck out of me, to be sure. I had been looking forward to this moment for a week. So to freak out once the dress got on me? A not even finished dress? I'm still trying to figure that one out.

Luckily all of my friends were super cool and understanding. One more reason I love the lot of them. I am going to head down to my dress…

One Month, Eight Days

Shit is gettin' real, yo.

We have our wedding license. We can technically get married right now if we wanted to. My brother will be applying for his one-day officiant permit soon. My friend is bringing my dress up this weekend so I can have a fitting before we have a rehearsal (my dance troupe is doing a bit during the reception). This past weekend, we went up to my brother's place and cleaned out the barn and made some headway on where we want the outside ceremony.

Because it WILL be 72 degrees and sunny all day long.

I've got my shoes, and my jewelry. I spent some serious (for me) cash on the jewelry: a couple handmade in Vermont items that are absolutely stunning. Of course, it made me up my game so what I planned to do for my hair and bouquet suddenly became tacky. So now I have a simple headband for my hair and.... not sure what I'm going to do for my bouquet. I will either see what is blooming and just snip a few flowers the day of or swing by the grocery store a…

Doing Things Out of Guilt is Not an Effective Life Management Tool

This world is not always kind to those who look around and see other people as people: individuals who see the humanity behind each set of eyes, who realize that there are emotions, needs, and desires lurking there. This world all too often rewards detachment and callousness. When you don't care how your actions affect others, this world is a much easier place to navigate.

When you see others for the people they are, it can be difficult to stand up for yourself and to do the things you need for fulfillment. Those of us who are empaths or highly empathetic can often feel responsible for things that wouldn't register for others. You can see that every action has a consequence. You see that taking a sick day means someone else has to drop what they are doing and cover for you. You see how running late means everyone else is now running late too. How can you not feel guilty about this? How selfish you are for making everyone change their life for you.

I am not saying you should ne…