Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Project 251: Anniversary Edition

Sunday was our first wedding anniversary. One year already! We're such an old married couple though that it feels like we've been together a lot longer. Married one year, together two and a half. That's "it". Yet somehow, it feels like we've always been together.

Say it all together now: D'awwwwwwwwwwwww!

Sunday turned out to be an absolutely stunning day so we decided to 251 it. We did things a little differently this time around; we had some kind of plan of places we wanted to hit and things we wanted to see. We made sure to stop more often and get out of the car. It worked really well! Especially now that we're having to drive longer and longer distances just to get to the towns. I know Toby appreciates it.

So, without further ado, I present to you Project 251: Our First Anniversary. PS, this is a photo-heavy post, so it may take a little to load.

101: Granville, VT. We stopped at the falls here (pics below).

102: Hancock, VT. We met a lovely couple traveling around with
their family. The little girl was enamored with Toby. He was
a jerk about it. Sigh.

103: Stockbridge, VT. "Yacht Club" means "inner tubing down
the river." 

104: Pittsfield, VT. This is where the owner of the garden center
became very confused an slightly put out that all we wanted
was a picture of her sign. It was a little embarrassing.

105: Rochester, VT. Not NY. VT. We have one, too.

106: Goshen, VT. This is a Civil War Memorial, erected in 1901.

107: Ripton, VT

108: Lincoln, VT

Since we stopped so often, we also had a lot of other pictures. Not necessarily "official" 251 stuff, but cool nonetheless. Here they are, in absolutely no order whatsoever.
Best Guy and Toby at Moss Glen Falls in Granville, VT

One of my favorite pics of the day! We were at Texas Falls, in Hancock VT.

At a junk shop in Rochester, VT. He chose poorly.

Toby and I at Moss Glenn Falls.

We stopped for a picnic just outside of Rochester. The beautiful basket
was a wedding present. We love it!

In Rochester, the bookstore dedicated two shelves to psychedelics. Yep.

Tobs and I at Moss Glenn Falls.

Moss Glenn Falls.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

Woof Woof, I Say

A few weeks ago, Best Guy and I were out and about of a day and we happened to drive by the Humane Society. I looked at him and said "I want to go in and adopt all the doggies."

That's when I knew I was beyond a doubt a dog person.

Historically speaking, I've always been a cat person. Although, to be fair for most of my adult life I didn't have any kind of pet at all. Between traveling for work or apartment restrictions or lack of funds, I never had a furry companion of my own. But growing up, we were definitely cat people. We tried having a dog when I was very little and it failed miserably. The little kitten who found us, however, was a keeper. We had her for 18 years. Actually, more I think. 

So imagine my surprise that, on any given day you can hear me saying "I wish we could adopt another dog. If only Toby would let us" or "Next time we're getting a puppy. A beagle puppy. Better yet, a bonded pair of beagle puppies." 

I. Have. Lost. My. Mind.

And yet.

I'm not entirely done with the kittehs either. I still adore them. We can't adopt any now, as Toby would spend the rest of his life trying to make it a chew toy, but many of my friends have little furballs I can rent if needs be. 

Best Guy is in a similar situation; he's always had cats. Multiple cats. And now? He thinks he's made the shift too. We're pretty much in agreement regarding our next possible adoptions. Doggehs? Yep. Kittehs? Maaaaybe not.

I recently wondered if you could be a dog person and a cat person at the same time. I would love to have a gaggle of kittehs and puppehs in our home. 

I would not, however, love cleaning up after them. So there is that.

When I look at Toby's face though... those big eyes and floppy ears filled with hope and love and derpiness, I can't imagine not having that in my life. 

He always seems to fall asleep looking at me.
Does that mean something?

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The Birthday Blues

My birthday is on Thursday. I will be (thumblmuffle) years old.

But seriously, I will be 43. I'm not ashamed of that or of getting older. It's a little disconcerting that I can remember my parents being this same age, but hey. I least I had them around so I have those memories.

I've noticed that I always get sad around my birthday. I think it's been happening for a lot of my life, but I've really only noticed it in the past few years. I'm not sure why that is. I've never had any traumatic birthday party experiences: no creepy clowns, no parties where no one showed up, no scary relatives insisting on smooches and cheek pinches.  All my birthdays have been blissfully clown-free, attended party, creepy relative-free affairs.

I've also gotten to the point where I prefer to spend my birthdays in solitude. Don't get me wrong; if you wanna gimme a present or take me out to dinner I'm allllll about that. But really? I just want to spend the day doing whatever I want whenever I want. I want to pamper myself. I want to buy myself pretty, useless things that make me smile without worrying about whether or not I can afford them. I want to eat chocolate cake guilt-free for every meal. Including breakfast. For my 40th, I spent the day hiking. This week, I'm heading up to my favorite wellness center for a scrub/wrap/heaven treatment.

My 40th. Hiking on a trail near my home at that time.

I've always been shown love and appreciation for my existence.

So why the sadness?

Is it because, while I really want to have all kinds of attention showered upon me that also makes me insanely uncomfortable because who am I to deserve such adoration?

Is it because I know such attention and material goods are fleeting and not at all indicative of deeper, lasting affection, which is what lasts far beyond one day?

Is it because it's all a moot point because we are all headed for oblivion and life is just a pointless series of events that lead to an inevitable demise?

Does everyone get that nihilistic on their birthday?

Anyway. This morning the sun is shining. The leaves are out. I have an amazing home, a wonderful husband, a loving family, and a crazy dog. I have a career I enjoy. I have dear friends. I have a good life and I am grateful for it.

Even if it is all pointless. 😉

Monday, May 8, 2017

Close Enough!

Yesterday we called it: the Woo Room is officially done. Enough. It's done enough.

I put up a big fuss last week about desperately needing it back, so even though my wrist wasn't 100% I went ahead with the painting anyway. We nearly ran out of paint, and Best Guy needed to come in and finish the touch ups because I had some kind of weird break-down of combined exhaustion and stress. Painting almost made me cry. But then, I hear that's not uncommon.

Anyhoo, BG finished the touch-ups and cleaned the floor while I was at work on Saturday, and moved the larger pieces back in. On Sunday before work, I put the room to rights. Ahhhhhhh. So much better!

As you will see, there are still a couple of blank walls that need something on them, but that will come with time. For now, it's done enough for me to finally have a space to do some yoga again, which my body has been crying out for.
We painted it the same mid-tone gray we used as an accent color
in the Master bedroom. 

As you can see, we still need some artwork.

This is the wall that used to have the sliding door and two
random light switches in it. Crisp and clear and solid now!
Basically, I made sure to "finish" the sides I'd be looking at
the most. But I love how much cleaner and simpler it is now.
Taking all the private practice equipment out of the space
did a lot to clear it out.

Toby helping us put the room together. Such a good helper.

Now that the inside is done (excluding the basement which is another beast altogether that we're ignoring for now), we can finally take a breather and enjoy our home. We've lived here for two years as of this past weekend. Which is mind-boggling. When we were looking for a house, BG and I had only been living together for maybe a month or two. While "we" were house-hunting, it was very much his money buying the place and I was very humbled that he wanted my presence and opinions in this purchase. I was also keenly aware that this needed to work out between us because otherwise I was completely fucked home-wise and I'd have to move back in with my Mom if it didn't work out.

Hi Mom.

Hi Best Guy's Mom.

Luckily everything has worked out very, very, very well. Insert all the heart emoticons here.

Next up on Our House: Renovation Edition: the horrible bushes in the front yard and the hideous fuel tank in the back yard. Let's get rid of them!

Monday, May 1, 2017

Ever Gratitude

Today is May 1st.

May is a big month for me. My birthday is in it, and so is my anniversary.

April was one hell of a month this year. We started it off with a vacation that we waited about two weeks too long to take. One that started off with a travel nightmare so large renting a car and just driving home was a legit consideration. One that included our basement flooding. The vacation itself was incredible and we were both thankful that we were able to enjoy it.

April also saw most of our house in various stages of discombobulation thanks to the renovation of the kitchen, the Woo Room, and the aforementioned water incursion.

With the incursion, renovation, vacation, and unforeseen car repair expenses, April also saw us saying good-bye to a lot of money.

So now it is May. We usher in the month with rain here. Thunder this morning, which is pretty rare for Vermont generally, and May specifically. We're both working our buns off to building the checking account back up. Renovations are mostly done. The kitchen is finished and we both adore it. It finally feels like ours.

The basement is in a holding pattern but one we're comfortable with. We've had no more water incidents and all the band instruments are back in their proper place. The only thing currently on hold is the Woo Room, as we're waiting until my wrist heals before I start painting again. All the kitchen painting did a number on it, and while it will be fine, working extra hours to build up the bank account means it takes that much longer to heal.

I have a 2-hour scrub/wrap/massage treatment scheduled for my birthday, and it can't come soon enough. We don't currently have plans for our first anniversary, but I know we'll do something to mark the occasion.

I know this post has an air of sadness about it, and I have been living in that cloud for the last couple weeks. I could get in to the woo of it (astrology, negative energy, blah blah blah) but I won't. I know a lot of people lately have been on edge and I'm not alone. It will change. It always changes.

Right now, as I'm typing this when I should get ready for work, I am grateful. My life has its challenges, but every life does. Mine are pretty minimal. I have an amazing husband that I love beyond measure, a wonderful home, my dream career, and a crazy dog who loves me even though he's embarrassed to let me know.

So here is May 1st. Welcome, and be grateful. I am

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