Dancing a snow dance as I'm typing

Lots of sounds being down here. We're like the sandwich meat now, people up above and down below.
It's not bad though, this place is way better.
Hopefully the people moving in to our old place are non-psychotic. That usually helps with the neighbourlieness...
So with Thanksgiving coming right up. I'm thankful for our new apartment.
And skiing.
The countdown has begun.

A Lower Level

We've been moved. We now reside downstairs as opposed to up above and so far it's.... well, messy, unpacked, the shower doesn't drain and most of the storage space in the kitchen is up so high I'll need a ladder to get it.
We got a lot done and are actually mostly moved in.
We are however, not exactly mostly moved out. Left upstairs is a bunch of crap I don't want to throw away, don't want to keep and most of all, don't want to have to sort through.
That and cleaning.
Blah

First Friday in Forever

Weekend! there you are.... Why I missed you. It's been awhile... let's hang out.

Hairy

I keep googeling hair styles, trying to figure out what to ask for at my hair dressers appointment tomorrow. I don't know why, I'll get what I always get.... a shorter haircut, nothing too different or radical, and long enough to still be pulled into a pony tail.
For the first time ever, however, I am going back to the same hair stylist who cut my hair back in August.
That's exciting. I also happen to love this person, she is ultra cool. I'm hoping some of her aura will somehow be absorbed as she trims my tresses.
Anyways, you know how people always say "my hair dresser" like you say "my doctor" and "my dentist".... well, I never had one before, mostly cause I've moved a lot, and been poor a lot (so my mom or a friend has done the hair cutting) but now, I won't have to explain to her when or where or why I last got my hair cut. Cause she knows. She was there.
Yeah.
I got a picture of Sophia Bush printed off.
The odds of me looking like Sophia Bush tomorrow evening?
Let's not get into that.

Love

Snow on the ground still. Hills are white. I'll be happy to take some more. We need some more.. whenever is convenient for you, Madre Natura.
After a long day of belly aches, of various degrees and discomfort levels (it was hard not to hurt someone or break something) and a class I had not prepared for anywhere near satisfactory..... I came home to a husband  sweet as melted hearts and a casserole just minutes from ready.
Thankful.

Misrecognition

Lady in the elevator today:
Hm, you look a lot like somebody I talked to in a session yesterday!
Me: Yeah, that was me... we talked yesterday.
Lady: Really...?! I didn't recognize you!

Ehrm... you just did...?

Alone in a family I adore

So, I'm here at this Women’s Studies Conference.
In Oakland, California and it’s like super cool and everyone is all radical and their heads are shaved and their tattoos are flashed and the world will change, right here, in the Mariott Hotel where the elevators aren’t working and I rode the service elevator up to my room twice today and walked down the stairs the same number of times.


And I adore some of the women here.
And I don’t understand some of the women here.
And I don’t feel connected to all of the women here.
But I do feel connected to some of the women here.
And that’s just it. See?

I did the smooching of the professionals.
I asked my questions to the panel.
But that’s not where I’m trying to be.
Sometimes I feel like being a feminist is like trying to make your body be all about your neck (or some other random part, you pick..) while in reality, it’s just a crucial part of you.
Who you are.
No more and no less than any other part.
It’s simply essential,
in a crucial, humble kind of way.

Oh, I was born in a liberal bubble, what do I know?