Throughout my pregnancy I'd sit with my friends, often at a bar, sipping orange juice and Seven-Up and suspiciously eyeing my other female friends who weren't drinking. I watched drinking patterns to see whether or not I could "score" a maternity leave buddy for at least part of my year as a stay-at-home mom. Although I have many close friends who often act as designated driver, no one was pregnant while I was. I have a handful of mom friends who are at home right now, but they all live outside of the city and on average are a fifty-three minute drive away.
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These are so ridiculously easy to make. They're great for squishing pills into, which is why I make them (just make sure to shred them really small so you get the right consistency or else the finished treats will fall apart). My dogs love them, and I love knowing exactly they are eating. Here's how I make them…
"I'm in a relationship where my partner is not interested in BDSM, but I am. My partner has decided that they're okay with me going to someone to help me with my needs. The problem is I don't know how to do this!"
I can help! First we'll talk about what to consider before engaging in a BDSM relationship, and then we'll talk about finding one.
We live in the middle of a college campus: it surrounds our neighborhood on three sides. We're part of the few owner-occupied hold outs, trying to keep a nice home, surrounded by college rentals. While our neighborhood poses unique challenges — such as random frat boys passed out on our porch, and beer cans in our yard every weekend — it has amazing perks.
My husband has cystic fibrosis. Long story short: they don't do lung transplants where we live in Albuquerque, and, with one day's notice, we were flown to Palo Alto, California. Now the fun part. The average wait time for lungs is six months, and you can't be more than a few hours away. So I needed to find us a place to live and wait, close to the hospital, on the cheap. Did you know you could furnish an apartment at IKEA for way cheaper than renting everything?
I keep in touch with my best friend Erica via Gchat. When big things happen — breakups, an upcoming interview, travel — we absolutely talk about them, but the continuous all-day connection allowed by Gchat means we started sharing more mundane things as well. We both like to dig in our heels about these things — a lot of adult tasks are boring, and feel difficult, or involve talking to strangers on the phone, and there just never seems to be an end to them. But having a friend to complain to, cheer on, and report back to with successes really helps us put these things in perspective and get them done.
I'm starting to research name changes and it's very overwhelming and now I'm wondering if it's even worth it for just the one letter. Can I continue the rest of my life as Jennifer legally and Gennifer personally/professionally? Anyone else change their first names? How'd the process go for you?
(Un)Fortunately, we can't always convince everybody to agree with our personal brand of freedom and equality. By now I have realized that screaming "This is so unfair! Why don't you want to understand?" is not the smartest way to begin any kind of conversation. How do you cope with constant mentioning of idealogical deal breakers — homophobic, racist, misogynic, and many other discriminatory comments — with people you can't necessarily break things off with.