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?
Remember when we wondered what the next style and home decor trend would be? Portlandia nailed it to the freaking wall with "put a bird on it." But, after doing a little online shopping on Modcloth, it's seems to me that foxes are the new birds.
What does the fox say? It says "buy me."
(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.
When my husband and I met ten years ago on Orcas Island, we would spend a considerable amount of time dreaming of living alternatively. The thought of a house in a neighborhood bored us to tears. We wanted different, we wanted a little hardship in our living, and we wanted to physically work for what we had. The standard American way of living never looked that lovely to us. And then one day it all became clear. This little family of four + one old lab needed a boat.
Years ago, as a child, my mother and I grew nasturtiums and dipped the blossoms in chocolate. I didn't enjoy it much back then, as I didn't like the taste of them (tart, almost radish-y). But as an adult, I'm loving them.
I'm quite satisfied with the single life. Though I've really loved loving and living with my manfolk too. They are very, very different lifestyles. I've been having a funny feeling that I'm going to meet someone soon, and it's leading me to wonder if I even really want to. I've been contemplating single versus couple life a lot lately…