I know that headline makes it seem like Idaho has become a totalitarian state where the mere utterance of the name of a reviled Canadian rock band is a jailable offence, but fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it), that’s not exactly the case. Here’s what actually happened… Keep reading »
Like any twenty-something middle class white woman with a Pinterest account, I love mason jars. I want to organize and compartmentalize my entire life in a collection of artfully arranged mason jars. I firmly believe there is no such thing as too many mason jars. I will always say yes to mason jars. So when Jarden Home Brands contacted me and asked if I’d like to give their 100th anniversary green mason jars a spin, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. Of course I said yes.
I opted for the pint size jars, which are perfectly proportioned to use as drinking glasses, for DIY projects, or storing a wide variety of foods, cosmetics, toiletries, or large spiders that you don’t want to kill but are too scared to put outside. The green tint is so eye-catching and ideal for decorating around the house. Also they’re made in the USA. What’s not to love?
Here is a brief sampling of the ways I’ve used my mason jars so far, none of which are earth-shatteringly original, but damn if these things aren’t versatile: Keep reading »
“My boobs are fake, my hair’s fake, but what is real is my voice and my heart.”
Dolly Parton made her debut at the Glastonbury Music Festival this year, and due to a slight audio/visual delay in her televised performance, viewers (and various news sources) accused her of lip syncing. Dolly set the record straight with this quote in The Sun that will surely go down in history as a perfect summation of Dolly Parton. Oh, and check out her performance of “Jolene” above if you don’t believe her. That gorgeous voice is as real as it gets. [Telegraph]
For pretty much my whole life, I’ve been a huge slob. We’re talking gigantic piles of clothes on the floor, dirty dishes all over the house, disgusting bathroom, “What is a duster and how do you use it?” levels of slobbery. I have ADD, and I always found it nearly impossible to focus long enough to clean something up, let alone maintain any semblance of organization. A couple years ago, I decided I was tired of my apartment looking like a frat house, so I made a commitment to change my behavior. I read this book, which is amazing and highly recommended. I learned to work with my ADD instead of against it. I consciously created a bunch of new organizing systems and cleaning habits. Today, I feel like an ADD success story. I’m still no neat freak (dusting will never be my thing), but I clean my house pretty much every day, willingly, and – gasp! — I enjoy it. Here are a few things I’ve learned along the way that might help you, too:
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After being in a relationship for 10 years, Nick and I have gotten pretty damn good at dealing with relationship-related issues. We are still learning, of course, and probably always will be, but when it comes to the challenges that arise from sharing a life with someone, we’ve got a solid handle on it. Balancing two people’s needs, addressing conflict in a respectful way, compromising, communicating clearly, owning your own moods, and giving and receiving love freely are all things we’ve become really good at.
And I use the phrase “become really good at” on purpose. These weren’t skills we brought into the relationship as two separate people, these are things we learned from being in a relationship. I’m so grateful to my relationship (and to Nick!) for providing a loving, supportive context in which I could learn these things. I’ve been able to apply them to my friendships, my family relationships, my work, and my writing. The skills you learn in a relationship aren’t only applicable to your relationship — they’re truly valuable in many different areas of your life.
I can’t help but wonder, though, if all the work I’ve done on issues relating to my relationship has been at the expense of work I could have been doing on myself. Keep reading »