Belle asked: “One question I do have is what prompted you to move from NY to VT?”
Thanks for the question Belle! I figured I would take this opportunity to talk about something I have been thinking about for a while now.
Vermont. It’s the beautiful state I have called home for 29 years. When we were kids, we lived on Long Island, NY. We lived a block away from a strip mall and a 7-11, a short ride to the beach, and an hour or so to New York City. I lived there from the time I was born in 1977, until August of 1985. We moved because our neighborhood was becoming more and more dangerous. We were never allowed to ride our bikes down the street – let alone around the block – so our parents packed us all up, put us in the back of my dad’s pick-up with a cap on it and a bench car seat bolted to the floor, and moved us to a sleepy little town in Vermont. My childhood was not without its bumps, but almost all my good memories revolve around being in Vermont.
In the summers we would get set free on our bikes in the morning to explore wherever we wanted to go. (I can remember “getting lost” the first day I ventured out with a friend who just moved there too.) We would swim in the river and bike to our friends’ houses, where we would always stay outside and play. There were no video game systems yet (besides Atari – and Pong can get a little old) – and even if there were, we wouldn’t think of staying inside all day! We would bike over to the corner store and buy loads and loads of penny candy and Garbage Pail Kid cards, and we’d compare our hauls and make trades. At night we’d play hide and go seek in the dark or flashlight tag (the early 80′s version of laser tag ).
The internet wasn’t even a flicker of a reality yet, and our “computer” was one that you had to write a long program on to draw a square. This was before cellphones, so our parents had absolutely no idea where we were all day long – and it was bliss. We would be expected to be home when the streetlights came on, and they trusted that we would be. If we were running a little late, my dad would go out on the front porch and whistle so loud that you could hear it from a block away. We knew we were in a bit of trouble if he had to do that, so we always tried to make sure he didn’t have to.
We had barbeques, and went to the local lake to use the paddle-boats. The 4th of July was always spent watching the big parade, swimming, and stuffing ourselves silly full of junky food like hot dogs and hamburgers. Then we would all go down to the elementary school to watch the fireworks.
The winters were also idyllic, and we weren’t afraid to go outside and build forts in the snow and have snowball fights with the neighbors. We would go to the college hill or even to the cemetery* to sled. On snowy nights we would go out into the crisp air and watch the snow silently fall. It’s hard to describe the feeling of being outside during a quiet snowfall at night, but the best I can come up with is that it’s like being in a snow globe.
When I graduated from high school, I wanted, as most kids do, to move far away from my hometown. I didn’t get into the one college I wanted to go to near NYC, so I ended up going to a college in a town very close to home. Figuring I’d transfer after a year, but I settled in. And I never left. I fell in love with the community – everyone from the faculty to the students to the lunch ladies – and I made it my place. After college I worked low-end jobs for 2 years before coming back to the place that I love. I have worked here ever since – 13 years – and I plan to be here until I can retire.
Many people moved away**, and most of them envy me for living back in our hometown. I can’t say I blame them, it’s a really great place. We have all the things I ever wanted in a home – a yard, a pool and a swing on the front porch. You can always see the stars here at night. I love living simply, and wouldn’t have it any other way.
I say all of this because my cherished Vermont has been in the news lately. The Governor made a point to talk about the heroin problem we are having when he gave his State of the State Address. Heroin. It’s the drug of choice for hundreds of thousands of people all across the US, and the world. It’s literally everywhere. So why is it such a big deal that it’s in VT? Because VT is seen as this “perfect” place. The problem is, no place is 100% perfect. Not one state has zero flaws – even my beautiful state.
Now the media and all sorts of people out there are flipping the fuck out and saying things like “It’s so bad there – so glad I moved away!” The New York Times*** is running articles about the heroin problem here. Even better, people who only lived here a very short time are writing web articles about how everyone here is not only addicted to heroin, but also child molesters! What the holy fuck? First of all, you don’t live here, so how in the world can you even begin to know what’s happening here?? You (the NYT) find the lowest of the low-lives to interview and then make it seem like all of Vermont is an episode of The Walking Dead! I am here to say, as someone who lives, breaths and works in Vermont, it is very far from being as bad as the media is making it out to be!
What pisses me off is not that the fact that the heroin problem here has been exposed – it’s been here for a long time – just like everywhere else. What pisses me off is that we live in such a fear culture. Everywhere you look the message is: “Be afraid! Be VERY afraid!” “If you go to VT you will become addicted to heroin!” “The streets are filled with drug addicted welfare cases!” I can’t tell you how sick of hearing this I am!
The US is a melting pot of the world, and because there are so many different types of people, the media and the government have decided to scare the bejesus out of us to keep us in line. Drugs! Guns! Kidnapping! Rape! All of these things exist and are absolutely terrible, but I believe we have revved everyone up so bad that the problems have been getting worse and worse.
When I was a kid, I was almost kidnapped twice. I remember all the after school specials, and being told never get in the car with a stranger. I even remember our phone number from when we lived in NY, because it was drilled into our heads. The first time a couple tried to pick me up on our block in NY. They asked me if I knew directions to some amusement park. Mind you, I was probably 6 or 7 years old. When I said no, they told me to get in the car so I could show them the way. I said no again and ran home.
The second time was in VT (see? nowhere is perfect!) This time I was on Main street doing my Christmas shopping, when a guy in a pick-up told me he knew my dad and offered me a ride home. I respectfully declined, and he kept trying to get me to get in. I walked away very quickly. Even with those two instances, I wasn’t afraid of the places I lived.
Now my generation has grown up to be fear mongers. We don’t trust our kids to go anywhere that we don’t know. (I am guilty of this too.) Gone are the days of bike riding, penny candy and lazy days by the lake. Now our kids are video-game and cellphone addicted! Some have trouble relating to real live people because most of their time is spent online. We, as parents, perpetuate this problem because we would much rather know our kids are safe, then worry about the problems this type of activity can cause. But by keeping them safe, are we teaching them anything about the world?
This post has already gotten way too long, and all to answer a really simple question!
I’ll just sum it all up like this: I love my home. I will always love it, and I will always defend it in the face of people who think they know it but do not. If you don’t like it here, that’s fine, it’s not for everyone. Just go back to where you came from and shut the hell up. *End Rant*
* I broke my wrist by sliding into a tombstone in the 5th grade, so we stopped going there There are some really great hills there though!
** I moved too in 1999, but the farthest I went was a 30 minute drive from home. In 2004 I moved back when D and I bought my Gram’s old house.
*** The best part about that article is that it said that it’s people from New York City that come up here to sell the drugs. Oh the irony.
****I’m not going to say now they are drug addicted, because guess what? There have always been people who are addicted to drugs. And there always will be. The only real difference is that our Governor wants to try and deal with the issue instead of hiding it away.
I just came across a HILARIOUS post that suggests we make homosexuality a religion to end all of the debate. If you want to laugh today, check it out here.
I hope everyone has a great weekend!
Solo Mama posted 11 interesting things about herself and urged others to do the same, so I thought, what the heck!
Here are 11 (possibly) interesting facts about me:
1) I am the youngest of 5 siblings (3 brothers and one sister) – all of which I treat as full siblings, but only one of which who is full-blood. Two of my brothers were adopted when they were 15 or 16, and my sister is technically my 1/2 sister. My oldest adopted brother came into our lives when I was 2 or 3, so I can’t remember a time without him. My other adopted brother was 15 and so was I when we adopted him. We were in the same class and we stay in touch more than any of my other sibs. My sister is a mess, and I won’t go into her story now – there’s too much to tell!
2) I had my first crush on a woman when I was in 5th grade. I fell head over heels for our student teacher. I can still remember those pitter-pat feelings every time I saw her. One time she told me she was going to come to my basketball game, and I swear I had a coronary imagining the bliss we would be in together! I think I actually played in that game too – instead of just warming the bench. I was sure she would be mine! LOL!
3) Since the 5th grade, I have had at least 3 or 4 unrequited crushes on my straight best friends at the time.
4) One of those crushes I am pretty sure the affection was returned (requited?), but she was too scared to admit it.
5) I was born in New York, but have lived most of my life in Vermont, where we moved to when I was 8.
6) Two of my oldest friends are from foreign countries. (They were exchange students at my school.)
7) I was kind of a loner in high school and people didn’t like me much. I’d much rather be reading or writing or working than going to all the big parties. I felt so much older than all of them (even though I wasn’t), and I only had a handful of really close friends. I also knew I felt things they didn’t and it made it hard to relate to them.
8) Even though I was 99% sure I was a lesbian by the age of 17, I still dated a bunch of guys. Not slept with, just “dated”. There was one guy I dated on and off for three years. He was the one I did the most things sexually with – but I really was hoping it would be my straight friend at the time. See #’s 3 and 4 above. The other guys I mostly just kissed. I was searching for that feeling everyone said they had. I didn’t. Not with guys at least. No one can never say I didn’t try it though!
9) I love movies, TV shows and books! All the better if there is a lesbian character or two.* I went to college for Mass Media Communication and loved making movies and writing plays and TV scripts for class.
10) I love mint chocolate chip ice cream, even though my wife and son tell me it tastes like mouthwash. (Which it totally DOESN’T! )
11) I started writing when I was 4, and as most people who have blogs, I have wanted to be a writer all my life. Now I just need to up my discipline and actually finish one of my many started novels!
There’s more I could tell, but there were only 11 points If you are curious about anything, let me know and I’ll answer you in the next post!
*Not everything about me is my sexuality, but I think growing up gay in a place where there aren’t that many other people like you makes it hard to find people to relate to. I would escape into those stories and even write some myself. Being a lesbian is a HUGE part of me, but it’s not the only part
D and I have been joking about how having our new kitty Maya feels like we have a newborn baby. She keeps me up most of the night, she’s a pain in the butt sometimes, she makes a mess, and we are so wrapped up in her that we feel like we have barely seen each other the last few days, but she is so incredibly cute it all makes up for it.We’ve also been really worried about leaving her today. Big D is home on and off, but it’s the first day since we got her that there won’t be someone in the house with her for a few hours.
Big D is great with her and was playing with her this morning. After his class, he came to see me, and after the following email exchange occurred between D and I:
Sent: Wednesday, February 19, 2014 11:00 AM
Subject: The Cub
The Cub just stopped by to show me some pictures of our baby getting into some mischief in the bathroom this morning – getting into the toothpaste drawer and then under the sink, and then on top of the toilet. She is so cute! She also tried to help him with his homework and sat on his keyboard! So he had to get her out of his room and he also shut the bathroom door. He said she hasn’t been crying, so that’s good!
Miss you lots and can’t wait to see you tonight!!!!!!
Kisses and hugs,
Your beautiful, sexy, irresistible wife
Sent: Wednesday, February 19, 2014 11:03 AM
Subject: RE: The Cub
Oh funny!!!!! She is too damn cute and I was just thinking about her.
Sent: Wednesday, February 19, 2014 11:50 AM
Subject: The Cub
How to tell you have a newborn in the house: Your wife responds to your email remarking about the cuteness of the newborn, and completely misses the fact that you signed off like this: “Kisses and hugs, Your beautiful, sexy, irresistible wife ;)”
Sent: Wednesday, February 19, 2014 12:19 PM
Subject: RE: The Cub
LOL! Now that is funny. Oh how I do love you my sweet wife.
And now, more cuteness, as I cannot get enough of this little furball:
So much has been going on lately in the lesbian next door house! Some good, some bad.
First, the bad. My 89 year old grandmother was in the hospital a few weeks ago for a bowel obstruction. She wasn’t eating for a few days. They got it to clear up (thank goodness!) without surgery. She was also having shortness of breath, so the doctor did an x-ray and her lungs were pure white. That is not good. They did some tests, drained 2 liters of fluid from her chest, and put in a permanent chest tube to keep draining it.
She was in the hospital for a week, and the tests came back: she has stage 4 lung cancer. This was a huge shock to the whole family because she was never a heavy smoker, and hasn’t smoked in over 30 years. The doctor placed her on hospice and said she doesn’t have much longer to live. They will not be doing chemo due to her age and the fact she doesn’t want it. She has lost so much weight.
You may remember that my parents moved to North Carolina a year and a half ago and took her with them. You may also remember that I have severe travel anxiety. I have never been there to see them and will most likely never go. Thank goodness for Skype!! I had never Skyped before, but now we do it once a week so I can talk to Gram and see her. She was so cute the first time we did it! She kept telling me she was getting my nose, like you do with a little kid She also asked us several times if we were in our garage or our driveway because of the way the outline of the kitchen behind us looked. It was hysterical! Seeing her has been so great. She seems much more alert and conscious of everything (she has Alzheimer’s). D walked out of the frame for a minute and Gram said, “Where did D go?!” It’s so great that she still remembers who we are. I love her so much and I am so sad she is near the end. She’s still hanging in there right now, and for that I am grateful. She has lived a very long life. I can only hope to live to be that old.
They were supposed to visit last week, but obviously she can’t travel. If she gets a bit better, they may bring her up, but that’s a reeeeallllyyy loooonnnggg trip for a healthy person, let alone a sick one!
Switching gears quickly to the really good news, this is the newest member of our little family:
This is Maya. She is 10 weeks old and she is the newest love of our lives. She looks huge in this pic, but she is very tiny in real life!
Exactly 10 years ago on Friday (Valentines Day), D and Big D adopted our kitty Princess who we had to very sadly put down in January. Since then, we have been on the fence about when we would get a new one. She was the light of our lives and it was devastating to have to let her go. Since January 10th, there has been a Princess-sized hole in our hearts.
We’d been checking the Humane Society website for a week or two, and every time there was a kitten, it would be gone by the time we asked about it. We resigned ourselves to have to get an older cat, but we really wanted a baby. D went in to look at the older cat we were interested in on Saturday, but in person she wasn’t quite feeling it. Just then, a lady came in with her daughter and the older cat’s 5 kittens! It was fate! Maya was the only female of the bunch, and I am so glad D got there when she did because while she was deciding, another person called on the phone looking for a female kitten. D quickly jumped on the chance to get Maya, and texted me that she made a decision and that I should go get food. So I wrote back “Kitten food? Wet or dry?” (I told her I wanted to be surprised, but was sure we wouldn’t be able to get a baby.) She wrote back “Kitten. And both.” OMG!! I was so excited!! I ran to the store, got the food and litter and everything else she needed and set it all up. When they got home a half hour later, I was in kitty heaven and have been for two days! Of course we didn’t sleep much the first night, as she likes to sleep ON MY FACE ;), but we tired her out before bed last night and it went MUCH smoother! I loved waking up to her tiny body next to me this morning.
So many things make me think she was always meant to be ours:
- D was originally going to go Friday night, but we had a HUGE 18 inch snowstorm Thursday into Friday, so she waited until Saturday. As I said above, Maya wasn’t there until Saturday, so if she went Friday, she would have missed her!
- She is all black, but you can see tiger stripes on her. Our last kitty had tiger stripes too!
- She came into our lives on almost the same day our last kitty did.
- Big D was mad when we told him we were getting another one, but as soon as he saw her, he was in kitty heaven too, and loves her to bits!
- They said she was timid and hates to be held, but oh man were they wrong! She is so social with us, purrs up a storm, and LOVES to be held!
I am so in love with this kitty! I have been missing her like crazy today at work, and can’t wait to go home and see her
Hello everyone! Another day, another post. I can’t believe I have posted a blog for the last 4 days in a row! It’s a miracle! I must really feel like writing again.
Last night we were watching The Re.al Wor.ld Ex-Plosion*. For those of you who don’t know, The Real World is a “reality” series that puts 7 strangers in a house and films all their wacky adventures and drunkenness. I think I enjoy it because I am not – have never been, and will never be – like the people on this show. They are crazy and drunk most of the time, and not at all a real representation of the youth in the US, but it is entertaining nonetheless. There is a lesbian on the show this year, and they are bringing everyone’s exes in to live in the house too – to the shock of everyone – including all the exes. The shit-storm that will likely ensue should be spectacular.
Anyway, the lesbian, Arielle, has an ex named Ashley (I think that’s her name?) and she was visiting before they moved all the exes in. With me so far? Okay, so they slept together while she was there. Then, later in the episode, Arielle is walking around with a strap-on on, waving it around and everything…they actually showed this on TV.
I had an immediate reaction to this, and that was “I really wish they hadn’t shown that.” You may wonder why (and I will tell you ). It is because it completely perpetuates the stereotype that all lesbians need a penis in their bedrooms to be sexually satisfied. THAT IS SIMPLY NOT THE CASE. It’s hard enough to be accepted for who we are without people perpetuating stereotypes. I can see all the young, straight people in their living rooms going – “Ah- ha! I knew it! Every lesbian needs a strap-on! Now all is right with the world, because I now know for sure that a penis is 100% needed in order to have sex!”
Wrong-o! I hate to burst your bubble, but two women can, and do, have very satisfying sexual relations without the use of any sort of toy whatsoever. Shocking!!
More myths I loathe:
- The “one of them is a man” myth. Answer: NO ONE IS THE MAN. We are two WOMEN. Therefore, neither is “the man”. If you are asking which one mows the lawn, fixes stuff and does the fatherly things with the kids, then the answer is both. Sometimes one of the moms likes to do one thing on that list more than the other. Sometimes they both like it. For instance, I like to fix things, and I am more likely the one to play basketball or toss the football with our son. D and I both like to do the yard work, and we both do not shy away from large house projects. Yet neither one of us owns a penis. Since when was that a requirement to do anything around the house that requires a brain?
- Every lesbian relationship has a butch and a femme. Again, this is dead wrong. D and I are both feminine, and I know several couples like us, as well as several butch-butch couples. The variations in lesbian relationships are as vast as the variations in hetero ones. There are butch/femme couples out there, and I think the reason this is the biggest myth is because they are the most obvious of couples. If you see two femmes together, you think they are sisters or friends (as we get asked constantly when we are out). The same is true of butch/butch relationships, you assume they are buddies, but with a butch/femme relationship people can see it. It’s obvious, and it seems to fit the social norm of male/female relationships, so people think that’s all there is. And one more thing, just because one of the women is more “manly looking” than the other, there are still no men in the relationship.
- Two women cannot raise a son without a man. This one irks me so badly!! I had one “friend” whom I stopped speaking with when he made an (albeit innocent) comment about how he should take Big D out to play basketball. Um, no. Big D does not need you to teach him sports. I am not a very sporty girl, but I know enough about them to be able to teach my son. Again, having a penis does not give you the monopoly on this. Do we have men in our son’s life? Of course! Do we need them to teach him the “manly” things? No.
- Two women will only raise gay kids. Or feminine boys. Um, no. Just, no. Big D is “all boy” as they say. I am sure there are gay couples out there who happen to have gay kids, but it’s all about the hard-wiring in the brain who you are attracted to, not a learned behavior. Big D likes girls. Have we raised him to be open about who he likes no matter what? YES. When he was small, I used to say to him, “if you get married when you grow up, your wife or husband will …” By the time he was about 14 or so, he would say, “You don’t have to say husband, you can say wife.” And I would say, “Okay, I just want to make sure you know we would still love you no matter what your orientation is.” And he gets it. The benefit of having two moms or two dads is that you can express yourself freely. If you are straight, gay or bi, good for you! You don’t have to stress yourself out and become suicidal about coming out. They also have the benefit of realizing people are different. Some like boys, some like girls, some like both, some like people who are transgender, and some don’t like either. The point is, people have a right to be whoever they are, and kids of gay parents really do get that. As far as the feminine boy thing goes, Big D is not feminine at all. He knows how to respect people, but there are certain “male” things he does that we have no idea where he learned them. Maybe it was his peers. Maybe it is engrained in him. We may never know, but he is who he is and we love him.
- Women cannot do anything that requires manual labor either in their job or around the house. I cringe whenever I hear women saying things like “The light bulb is burnt out and my husband isn’t home to fix it.” Or “I can’t hang this picture, my husband will do it.” Or “That’s too heavy, let me husband do it.” I don’t know if some women want their husbands to feel more needed or what, but damn it girl! Get out the damn stepladder and change the damn light bulb yourself! No stepladder? Use a chair! Or your brain, for christ sakes! You CAN hang a picture. Women can do everything men can do, and vice versa. What is in your pants does not determine what you can and cannot do. (This is more of a general female myth, but it also applies when other women ask us how we can do certain things without a man around.)
Look, I don’t hate men, no matter how it looks from this post. I have a lot of males in my life and I love them all. They also know that I am self-sufficient. I do not need help lifting that heavy box – and if I do, I will ask my wife to help me. I may look delicate and girly, but I can do what I need to do
If you have a myth you would like me to confirm or deny, just ask!
* Don’t judge me on this choice of entertainment alone. I like watching the train wreck, and I’ve been watching it since season one, when I was much more of the age demographic ;)
“I’d love to know how you and D spend your free time! What are your individual hobbies and also things you like to do together? How do you spend your evenings now that Big D is gone away at school? I’m sure you’re making great use of your empty nest “
On Alison, how I wish our nest was empty! Alas, Big D transferred to the college where I work, so he has been commuting from home since August. It’s really better for him – and for us, I suppose – but it would be nice to have the house to ourselves. Someday…
I love reading, writing, doing puzzles or word games, and I am slightly addicted to Ca.nd.y Cr.ush. I am a very easy going person and don’t need a lot to keep me happy and content. I also love watching movies and getting into any show that has lesbian characters. When I find one, I usually binge-watch it! (sometimes over and over )
D likes to do a lot of house projects and be outside as much as possible (which hasn’t been much lately due to the frigid arctic air!). She likes to say she has ADD, but she just has a lot of things she wants to be doing all at once! She likes to move around a lot – whereas I could sit all day! She loves the game Tem.ple R.un 2 right now, so when I am playing CC, she’s playing that. Otherwise she’s flitting around the house doing whatever she can find to do (she does enjoy watching a few shows with me too)
I got us both new Kindle Fires, so we are on those a bit. We are not the type of couple that always has our heads buried in electronics, and we only bring a phone with us when we go out in case Big D needs us (or we need him). I am so glad we are like this, because I see way too many posts on FB of people’s “date nights”, when they should put their phones down and enjoy each other! We don’t get many date nights, unfortunately, but they are special when they do happen.
In the late spring and summer, I usually join her outside and we spend a lot of time fixing up the lawn or house, swimming and walking as much as we can. We walk a lot together and I truly love the time we get to spend together – grown-up-kid-free ‘Cause even if he’s occupying himself in the house – he is still in the house. He’s a homebody like us, so I can’t blame him. He does have a job now, and two evening classes a week, so we do make use of that time while he is away (As an aside – and maybe TMI- the sex is amazing – even 10 years in!)
Our empty nest last year was never fully empty, since he came home almost every.single.weekend. But when he did stay at school, it was very nice.
We are a really low-key couple and like to hang out at home together most. We live in a rural town where everything is slowed down and we love it that way! There’s nothing like sitting on the front porch swing in the summer, barefoot, sipping a cold drink. Ahhhh – the simple pleasures!
D is taking two classes this semester, so our nights lately (and for the next few months) consist of her doing homework and me doing my own thing (see above). It’s really good though, and I can’t complain.
Oh, and we love to talk to each other. We talk a lot and I think that makes us closer as a couple. We always know what’s going on with the other one. We always make sure we connect and tell each other we love each other.
This whole post makes us sound pretty boring, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. My home is my place of peace and relaxation. There is no drama. There are rarely any fights. Everyone gets to be who they are. I truly, truly love it
If anyone has any more questions, please feel free to ask!
Do you have trouble sleeping? I think all of us have at some point or another. I, for one, had many bouts with insomnia before I realized what I needed to do, so I thought I’d share some of my tips and tricks for falling asleep fast!*
First and foremost are the no-brainers:
- Exercise!! Ever since I started exercising for at least 30 minutes 6 days a week, I have been sleeping like a rock. I get up at 5:30 and do a 1/2 hour workout. I also try to get in a few walks a day, but with this polar vortex crap, that has not been happening. Not only have I lost 16 pounds since July 26th, I am exhausted at the end of the day.
- Go to bed at a reasonable hour and at roughly the same time every night. I realize this is a challenge for some, and so it might not be feasible. We go up to bed at 9:00 every night. We talk for a little while in the dark, and then we fall asleep usually by 9:30/10:00. (I know this is super early for a lot of people – the trick is to get yourself into bed with at least 6-7 hours to devote to sleep).
- No TV in the bedroom! Keep the room dark and quiet when you go up to sleep.
- Use a white-noise fan or air purifier. This is my lifesaver! I used to never be able to sleep with noise, but now I can’t sleep without it!
- Eat well. Or at least try not to eat heavy things before bed.
Now that I got that stuff out of the way, you may ask – how do you fall asleep if you have too many things running through your head? This took me a while to figure out, but I came up with some ingenious ways to overcome it:
- Say the alphabet backwards in your head over and over. It’s easy and it helps by making you think of something mundane. Also, when you are first trying to do it, it seems hard, so you have to concentrate – which takes your mind off other things. Now it’s so easy for me – zyxwvutsrqponmlkjihgfedcba. See?
- Think of products/fruits/names/cities in either alphabetical or reverse alphabetical order. You can’t move to the next letter until you name something from the category that goes with the letter. (a=Adam, b=Brad, C=Carl and so on) I usually go through using boys names and then go back through with girls names if I am still not asleep.
- Count backwards by 3′s from 300. Again, something slightly challenging that keeps your mind off other things.
- And now, my all time, ultimate way to fall asleep these days: Name the 50 states in backwards alphabetical order. I made an illustration for you:
The above graphic is how my brain organizes them. It looks like it is in forward order, but I always start from the bottom in my head. It was challenging at first, and now I have it down pat.
So there you have it! Tips and tricks to sleep well by TLND!**
* I am not an expert. I am simply one woman who wishes someone had taught her some tricks earlier in her life! These tips and tricks may not work for everyone, but they’re worth a shot!
** These are the kinds of boring posts you will be getting from me until my blogger-block resolves, or until someone gives me an idea what to blog about
I haven’t had a lot to blog about lately, and I am picking up new followers almost daily. So my question to all of you is, what do you want to read when you visit here? Do you have any questions for me? Are you curious about something, but afraid to ask? I’m an open book, and will answer just about anything. Do you want me to read and recap a crappy book, like I started to do with 50 Shades? (if so, which book(s)?
Please, please, my dear readers, give me something to blog about!*
*I realize this is a pretty pathetic attempt to get new ideas to blog about, but I couldn’t think of anything else. Help me? Pretty please??
Another year has passed, and yesterday I turned the big 3-7. D informed me that she thought I was turning 38, and I thought damn! I must be looking old lately! So she kept saying “Happy 37th birthday, even though you’ve already been 37 for a whole year!” Good thing she’s so cute! I had to remind her that I was 27 when we met and this May will be 10 years together. Also that I was born in 1977.
I spent the day Saturday fixing our gate, and now it works better than ever! Who says women can’t do handy stuff?
Yesterday I spent mostly relaxing, curled up in my heating blanket and watching The Walking Dead. I’m only on Season 3, as I am really late to the game. Thank goodness for Netflix!
D started her classes for the semester online yesterday, so it was a quiet, low key day – just how I like it! She bought me some beautiful flowers, a hysterical card, my favorite shampoo and conditioner (it’s the expensive kind you kind only get at salons ), and she baked me a VERY yummy cake! (Of which I went off my health kick for and ate 4 pieces!)
Today is Big D’s birthday and he is 19! Oh my! Where did the time go?! This also means – you guessed it – more cake tonight! UGH! (I love me some cake, but I have lost 16 pounds in the last 6 months and hope to keep it off.) He is in his second year of college and plugging along. He starts classes for the semester tomorrow.
Not much else is going on at the moment. I still really miss our kitty and, even though I thought people were crazy when they asked when we would get another one, I am starting to really want another. No cat will ever replace Goose, but it feels like there’s a big gaping hole in the house. Every time I turn a corner in the house, I look for her.
Have you ever lost a pet? If so, how long did you wait before getting a new one? D wants to wait a while, and I am ready now. I know it won’t be the same as having Goose, but at least there will be something there.