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Closing up October 2012

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I start the month of October with my wedding anniversary and end it with Halloween!  It has to be my favorite month, November coming in at a close second.  I want to take a few minutes to reflect on and take record of the month.

The Celebrations

Fountain Street Church – 10/2/10

Here’s a picture of Sammit and me during our wedding ceremony.  This is only one of so many pictures that I absolutely adore from our wedding days. That’s right plural!  We had two wedding ceremonies and three receptions.  Whew.  But that’s another post.  For our first anniversary we had a mini-vow renewal at the Michigan Renaissance Festival.  This year, our second anniversary, Sammit had to work but he surprised me with a very nice dinner where he made a Lasagna and chocolate covered strawberries from scratch!  This is huge because up until this night Sammit barely knew how to make a grilled cheese sandwich.  His cooking lesson was a gift from my sister, Devin.  Now he’s going to make Lasagna once a month!

Then there was my trip to Chicago with Monica, but you’ve already read about all that fun.

Cabin Picture 2012

The fall is also a time for another annual tradition and celebration: FTRWW:  F–k The Real World Weekend.  Each fall a group of friends makes the 6 hour trek up north to the U.P. to a cabin in the woods where there is delicious food and general debauchery.  FTRWW started off as a friend’s male bonding event called, “Meat Fest” but as they matured so did the weekend.  Now it is a time where 20 or so people who are vaguely related by blood and common bonds eat, drink, shoot guns (safely and while sober), play guitar, soak in the fire, and play a heck of a lot of Euchre.  Oh and this year including watching the Michigan Wolverines beat the MSU Spartans.  Something Sammit and I, two UM alumni in a sea of green, appreciate.

The Sad-Faces

There are only two sad-faces for this month.  The first is that my field internship for school was terminated after they were unable to provide me with a licensed social worker to supervise my work.  I’m waiting in limbo right now for another placement while paperwork gets shuffled back and forth.  I’m excited to see where I might end up, but I’m sad to see my time with this last internship come to an end.

The second is my life-disrupting cold.  I woke up with a cold, literally woke up with it because the night before I felt great, the day before Sammit and I were scheduled to leave for FTRWW and before we had packed anything.  I was miserable and Sammit was a total champ about it and packed all the food, camping supplies, bedding, and dogs into the car with almost no help from me.  I was also miserable while at the cabin but tried to enjoy myself anyway.  It didn’t occur to me to take any sort of cold medicine until the morning we were leaving.  I’m 12 days into my cold now and just starting to feel better.  I believe it turned into a dual sinus and ear infection and I went on antibiotics on Sunday in hopes of finally kicking it.  I will be trying to catch up with school work for the rest of the semester.  The rest of this post will be dedicated to describe how I feel when I’m sick; I appologize in advance for previous blog readers, you’ve already seen this and can probably just move on now.

A GIF set to explain sickness better than I could ever do with words:

I don’t waste away like so many people I know.

My couch and pajamas get rather dirty.

When I try to focus on anything.

I am easily annoyed.

I just cannot sleep enough.

I am of no use to anyone.

Cover Crop and Recycled Toilet Paper: What the neighbors know about us

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Molly & Dash guarding the mail.

I suppose this is as good a way as any to start this new blog; it is certainly better than waiting around for the perfect inspiration or appropriate topic.  Today I received two very exciting packages: A) a box from High Mowing Organic Seeds and 2) a box of recycled toilet paper.  This says to the mailman, Sean, “Yes we are kind of crunchy and no we don’t have time to go to the store.”  I like using our mail as a way to update the neighbors on the goings-on in our household and as a way to tell them about us without actually having to talk to them.  If I had to talk to them, they might tell me that they don’t approve of my barking dogs, long grass, unweeded driveway, the vegetable garden that is remarkably close to the front yard, and our compost bin (the last two are, of course, prohibited in this city).

We occasionally get organic produce deliveries which tell the neighbors that we’re tech-savvy and serious about our pesticide intake.  Then there’s the huge packages from Home Depot that they watch me struggle to pull into the house on my own, which tells them that someone in the house likes to do things his-or-herself and also that I cannot lift more than 40 pounds.  There’s the Coldwater Creek and Lane Bryant boxes which confirm that the ladies in the house are in fact plus-sized and that one of us probably has a new job/internship/interview or that I’ve run out of underwear again.  They know that we have an Amazon addiction and while they don’t know what we buy, they can assume by the frequency of deliveries and package size that it is probably toothpaste, books, and cat food.  They would be right.

These last two packages tell the neighbors a few more things about us.  First, the recycled toilet paper tells them that I prefer to buy in bulk and that I hate superfluous plastic packaging and virgin bleached paper so much that I’m willing to wipe my lady-parts (that’s right, it’s that kind of blog) and stuffy nose with toilet paper that resembles the last parking ticket I received more than any kind of cottony-soft like an angel or an adorable dancing bear’s personal paper products that may or may not have been quilted by tiny grandmas in the oak tree out back. (I forgot the golden retriever puppies, but hopefully you get the idea.)  The High Mowing Seed box tells them that I am serious enough about gardening that I am throwing down my first ever cover crop, oats, as a green manure to prepare for next season.  And that I’m attempting to plant garlic, my first ever fall/winter crop.

The neighbors see that I live in this house with a man, Sammit, who my mailman knows I’m married to after all those save-the-dates, invitations, RSVPs, and Thank You! cards he lugged around in the Summer and Fall of 2010.  They also either realize that I live with another woman or they get really confused about my hair length and dress style changing so rapidly, sometimes several times in the same day.  The mailman can probably deduce that she is my sister given our last names are the same and our parents named us Dillon and Devin.

They also see that Sammit works nights and is at least pretending to be a doctor given his white coat and over abundance of scrubs.  I would have my doubts too though; he is way too silly to be an actual medical professional.  I think he goes somewhere each night to play Borderlands and knocks over a gas station on the way home in order to fake a salary.  They see that on those nights when Sammit works, if I leave the front window shade up, that I spent most of it not cleaning but reading on my computer with a documentary, television series, or RuPaul’s Drag Race on the TV in the foreground.  They probably don’t know what I do given the inconsistent schedule and long breaks I have as a student.  And they have no idea what Devin does but they do get irritated when she parks her car in front of their house too long (they leave notes).

They know that we recycle everything, forget to take the trash out most weeks, and that our pets escape the house/yard unexpectedly and have to scour the block in our pajamas while shaking treat-bags.  They see that we have an annual pumpkin carving party (except this year – sad – ) and we celebrate Indian/Hindu as well as American secular holidays and solstices.

So, that’s kind of what you would know about my family if you were our neighbors.  But you’re not our neighbors, at least I don’t think you are, so you’ll probably learn a lot more if you stick around.  You can start by checking the About Us page.