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It always makes me sad to take down the Christmas decorations. My house pukes Christmas – I love it so – so it’s definitely way less cluttered once everything comes down. But also less fun. And not as bright!
I think I feel like a lot of people once the decorations come down – like, what is next to do? Well, my next paid holiday is at the end of MAY, so if I want to take some time off work I’d have to use PTO… and that’s not happening anytime soon. A hiking or camping or biking weekend? Well, not unless I want to last for 20 minutes and then go back home. No, we all know what happens during the next two months: we sit on the couch more, we get tired earlier since it gets dark at what feels like 3pm, and we wait for Spring. Blah. Lucky me, I have plenty of school work to keep me busy. (My eyes are rolling).
The cats are the most disappointed about the decorations coming down. They were staring at me as I was taking away their bed, AKA the tree skirt, like I was crazy. They watched me as I took down the lights around the stairs – no more swatting games for them. I haven’t taken the tree down yet. I think that will hit them the hardest.
Have you de-christmas-ed your house yet? Do you feel like me, or am I crazy? If you haven’t taken your decorations down yet, when do you do it? Some of you probably don’t even celebrate Christmas and may think I’m a noninclusive asshole. But I’m not! I was just about to ask you – when did you take down your Kwanzaa decorations?
My team voted me May’s skater of the month. How cool is that? As cheesy as this is gonna sound, it feels like an honor 
You can check it out here.
There has been a shift in our home over the last few weeks, a small but strong current that is changing the way we move forward, and this has mostly everything to do with B’s new job and the schedule that it brings. We’ve had to learn how to conduct our relationship differently, communicate differently, schedule time together differently. It’s one of those things that you think about before it happens – you know its coming – yet you just can’t fully understand what it will be like until you’re living it.
I’m actually grateful of her schedule, especially since she’s a new driver. She drives regionally which means she’s gone one to two nights at a time, then back home. This is actually better for us than a daily shift, where her days would be extremely long and we wouldn’t see each other anyway and she wouldn’t get paid as much because her mileage is shorter. It’s also better than over-the-road driving, which would put her gone for a week or more at a time. With this schedule we still don’t see each other much during the week, even though she’s slept in our bed twice since Monday. For example: she was gone early Monday and didn’t get home until 10:30pm on Tuesday. I was at practice and didn’t get home until 11:45pm and she was already sleeping. I left before her on Wednesday morning and she had about a 10 hour total drive on Wednesday, so she didn’t get home until 12:10 am on Thursday morning / Wednesday night. I left for work Thursday morning while she was still sleeping, and then she’ll leave for an overnight trip and get home around 10pm on Friday. So I try to be grateful that I even get to feel her body at all. Trying to maintain this positive frame of mind whenever I’m feeling sad or overwhelmed really curbs any negativity that starts to creep in.
Overall, I’m surprised at the amount of work that has to be done around the house that really falls to me during the week. It just didn’t seem that much when there was two of us, but now I’m super aware of all of the tasks I complete in a day’s time.
There’s the daily chores: Oh, dinner has to be cooked. And before that the dishes from last night have to be put away. And I’m left with the cleanup of the dinner dishes, even though I’m the one that cooked. And the cats have to be fed and the litter box cleaned, both twice a day. The floor needs to be vacuumed. Sort through the mail and shred or put aside for later or pay a bill. Pack lunch for the next day.
Then there’s the every-so-often chores or things that need to be done: Take the trash out. Take the recyclables out. Bring trash and recyclable cans back in. Pick xyz up from the store. Clean up the cat’s hairballs. Wash clothes. Return this to the store. Get gas. Fix this. Take the air conditioners out of the windows. Take the air conditioners to the attic. Wash the bed sheets. Decorate. Call the repair guy. Go to derby practice. Start searching for and purchase the chest for B’s clothes so that she can finally have her shit in the master bedroom. Clean the bathroom. Put plastic over the windows for the looming, freezing winter season. Wash the sheets. Buy birthday card. Make birthday present. After you mess it up, make it again. File your paperwork. Put away things that have been lying around. Check your email. Wash your stinky derby pads. Purchase the rugs for the hallway that you’ve been putting off for the last year. Dust the ceiling fans. For God’s sake, dust the ceiling fans!
And this is just scratching the surface. It doesn’t even include the other things of the day that take up time (getting a shower, getting dressed, commuting to work, working, commuting home from work, and eating). All of these things take up too much time!!!!! I’m grateful that there are no kids in the house yet, as it’s hard enough trying to just get shit done on my own.
It’s an interesting adventure, this new phase of life. I’m trying to maintain a positive, grateful attitude about everything concerning it, even though I can see how it can get tiring real fast : ) It’s awesome that B has a job, and a good one at that! She loves the company she works for; they really seem to treat their employees right. I get to have a good amount of “me” time, which usually consists of derby, working on my photography, reading, or watching a show I DVR’d, almost all of which B has no desire in watching, so that works out nicely. And being a part also makes us appreciate the time we do have together. So really, it could be worse. It’s all about perspective.
I’m proud of her
Fancy
So on Friday, I may or may not have come home with another kitten…….
Ok, I totally did! My friend’s sister found him under her car and I couldn’t resist. Even B, who does not want another pet, loves him.
Isn’t he just the CUTEST? He is SO TINY.
We’ve been throwing around all kinds of names for him. He came with the name Neville, which we love, but aren’t sure it’s the right fit.
We both like the name Remy, so we think that might be it. I suggested the middle name Roller. Remy Roller.
And things with his brother seem to be going well. Ollie plays with him sometimes, but mostly stares at him with puzzlement.
He’s the cuddliest thing, and so very tiny and cute. Who couldn’t love that face, huh? You tell me!
What a summer this has been! I’ve enjoyed this unexpected, unplanned time off from writing. It has allowed me to focus on all of those ever-present important things that sometimes get neglected in day-to-day living. I’m starting to itch to get back into the swing of things, though. Perhaps it’s the start of the school year? Or the back-to-school items being traded for halloween items, which makes me realize the quickness of time passing, which makes me want to get back to my deliberate self-reflecting and memory-recording, before more time passes? Either way, it feels good to see the blinking cursor again.
My health has come a long way, I’m happy to report. I’m even letting some people take a few pictures of me nowadays, with my face/smile/eye almost back to “normal.” Most people can’t even tell it was half paralyzed anymore; for this, I am grateful. My pain has mostly gone completely away. This is excellent news, and I don’t take it for granted.
The summer has brought other things as well, all good things. Like roller derby. B’s graduation from school. Weekends spent hosting our friends. Grilling. Watermelon and corn on the cob. Day trips and weekend trips. Meeting new people. Delicious, run-down-your-chin-juicy peaches. Outdoor projects. Fresh tomatoes from the tomato plant out back. Long days. Cool sheets. Seeing friends from home. Lightning bugs. Sweet, sweet summer.
I’m savoring the last few weeks as best as I can. School has started, and I’m also busy with practice, and with normal everyday life things. But the days are fulfilling.
I hope all of you are having wonderful summers as well!
Sweet, sweet day, today is. I cannot believe I’m 29. Really? 29!!! I was dreading this a few months ago. I mean, really, I was. Maybe even a few weeks ago. But not today. I took some pills of “Get an attitude adjustment, real quick” which has helped me realize what a high point in my life I’m at. What an amazing 28th year this has been! I applied to grad school last year and got in, then got an incredible job offer and moved to a new state, started a new job, moved in with my girlfriend for the first time, got a kitten, made new friends, and lived all of those not-so-big-moments in between. That makes for a good transition into my 29th birthday. The older I get, the more I easily settle into myself. Life feels like it’s supposed to, more and more as I stay flexible with the shifting of it all. Life is good, and it’s only been getting better. I’m happy to be alive and celebrating the BEST DAY OF THE YEAR.
As I begin the final year of my 20′s, I love looking back at the awesomeness that has been my journey so far (even the hard parts), but I’ll mostly just try to be present. I want to love every minute of this wonderful time in my life and be grateful for all that I have.
Cheers!!!
So, I’m venturing into the world of password protected posts. I want to do more writing about the sex I’m having, and, well, I guess I’m being a bit shy about it. A bit private. I’d like to have a bit of a better idea about whose reading some of the stuff I’m putting out here.
So if you want the password, shoot me an email to dykeevolution [at] yahoo [dot] com and I’ll give you the info.
When we were in New Hampshire and it snowed, it was so very quiet. Even on main roads where it had been salted and plowed it seemed quieter than at home. When we walked through the woods, I heard the crunching of our snowshoes and my breathing – and amazingly, that was it. Sometimes I would stop walking just to listen. The silence was incredible. Sometimes I could hear a bird. I listened for other animals – maybe a deer, but secretly hoping for a moose. After a few minutes we would start walking again, and so it went.
The snow in the city and in the suburbs of a city is not as quiet. Life is not as quiet. I was out of the house this morning at 6:30, snow covering everything and still falling, and still there were already blemishes in the snow from people that had already left for work. Main roads were salted and cleared and cars milled about in the early morning darkness. Things were not pure like they were in NH. By the afternoon today, it will be hard to find a place around where I live where only the animals have been. It made me miss New Hampshire, or Maine, even though I’ve never been there in the winter. Walking from the subway to my office in the city was pretty – most of the snow is still untouched – and to see a city covered in white stuff before the masses descend is a sight that I love. By the time I leave though, it will be mushy and soggy; the snow will be black; the charm will be gone.
This weekend is bound to be a good one – and I even have to work for a few hours on Saturday! B will get to my house tonight – I’m making Portobello mushroom burgers with a homemade green sauce / pesto thing. And yes, I’M cooking! : ) I made homemade chicken soup from scratch on Wednesday night, and I make a very large pot that lasts me about a week – so I know that will be on my menu tonight and throughout the weekend – perfect with this cold weather too. I have to log into work stuff on Saturday around 11 am, but I can do it from my bedroom AND I’m getting OT so I don’t feel too bad about it. Saturday evening we are having our 4th annual Friends Holiday Party and I’m so excited for it. We started a tradition (I can’t believe it’s been 4 years already) with me and three of my close friends and our spouses, that instead of buying eachother gifts we will get together at one of our houses (it rotates) and all cook together. The menu is decided beforehand and we split up ingredients for all of us to buy and bring. This year it’s a combo menu – Chinese / Seafood because we couldn’t decide. I’m making a shrimp Alfredo dish and B is making homemade crabcakes and the menu is filled with other yummy goodness. We also have a $10 white elephant which is fun. And of course there will be drinking, games and a lot of catching up. It’s always a good time and it’s so much needed. I miss my people. Sunday we are seeing friends of mine and their 4 year old son to exchange Christmas gifts and have lunch. I never have a bad time with them and B has gotten to know them and love them and I love that everyone likes everyone and I’m able to share my life together with all of these people that I love.
So even though it’s a bit busy I get to see so many of my friends. So good for the soul.
B and I were supposed to go to her friend’s cabin (the one we’ve been to multiple times throughout the summer, the one I’ve never gone to without Gracie) next weekend (MLK weekend) with some of her friends, which would have been a spectacular time, but we decided not to go. We have been running around since Thanksgiving and constantly on the go, so we just wanted and needed some down time. I’m hoping we can get up there before the winter is over to see the snow in the mountains and get some great use out of the fireplace. Who knows. Work is crazy for me and we seem to always have something going on.
I’m thinking about a spring break vacation already. Bring on the sun.
When you hear the word “strength,” what image comes to your mind?
First thought.
Go!
There are three rules for this award:
1. Link back to the person who gave you the award.
2. Forward the award to 10 bloggers.
3. List 10 honest things about yourself.
I’m so lucky, I got this award from Dragon and Jude! Thanks you two for thinking of me. Back at you both.
Now to send the award off to others…
This Side of Changed – for her relentless courage and bravery. I love her writing.
G – for sharing things as she figures them out.
Learner – for coming so far in her journey and always trying to grow.
QR – for always being so sweet, and saying cute words like “Blimey”
Kim & M – for their love and courage and determination in their baby making adventures.
So that’s close enough. Anyway, all of my peeps (and you know who you are) are the best.
Now for some honest facts.
Things about me.
1. I bite my nails and I wish I could stop but I can’t!
2. I’ve never broken a bone in my life, and that’s with playing sports since I’ve been 7. Not a one! *knock on wood*
3. I really want another tattoo, but I have no idea what to get. I’ve considered asking Shane to help me design something, but have been dragging my feet because I know she’ll probably come up with something that I love and then I’ll really want to go through with it, which scares me!
4. I’m a picky eater. I don’t like so many things but I wish I did. Peanut butter, for instance. It just looks so good.
5. It took me 7 years to get my bachelor’s degree. I still have no idea what I want to do with my life.
6. I’m an extremely blunt, honest, no-nonsense kind of person. I like this about myself. With me, you always know what you are getting.
7. I’ve been contemplating moving to a new state. A state somewhat far from where I’m at now. At first it was just a thought, but now it has grown into a serious possibility. It makes me excited but very scared and overwhelmed. So many things would need to happen – the selling of my house, figuring out where I’d want to live, finding a new job there, finding housing there, etc, etc, etc. But I still don’t want to rule out the possibility of this being a next step for me. If not now, when, yanno?
8. I hope someone does to my ex what she did to me. I typically do not wish ill on others, but I wouldn’t be being honest if I didn’t tell you that I do hope karma does it’s job there.
9. My biological dad died a year or two ago, and I believe it was karma. I didn’t cry or attend the services, and neither did my brother, and we’re both ok with that.
10. I love sex. I love vanilla sex and kinky & naughty sex, rough sex and soft sex and anything and everything in between. I think having sex and talking about sex is healthy and wonderful and I hope I never change in this regards
The Others Have Spoken