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bones on bones

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Running back and forth to the airport and constantly looking at weather here and there and wherever I go next has been my life since the beginning of April. It was a whirlwind month of LA –> Vegas –> LA –> Montreal –> LA –> Oxnard –> LA –> Palm Springs –> LA.

It was gorgeous seeing everything I saw, but I am glad to be home (for two weeks…) and I am glad to see everyone. I haven’t seen many folks as a result of my traveling, and I feel like I’m a million miles away in a vortex.

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Kate was in town so we had adventures about Santa Monica and had really good coffee.

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Montreal – old town. It was beautiful and made me heartsick for Boston.

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I went to Oxnard and picked avocados from the trees. It was magical.

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I popped up to SF for the day for work, and loved every second of the mild weather.

11192757_661240380675863_74038115_nPalm Springs pool. 100+ degrees, but the pool stayed cool.

Now that I am back, after a few days of going to bed too late and getting up too early, I am headed into a weekend staying in LA (well, mostly, minus a tiny trip to Malibu) and excited to hang with friends and smush their faces (if they’ll let me.)

Last night I got back on the exercise train, too, and did yoga to find space. I hadn’t been sleeping great this weekend, and I just needed some stretching (hip flexors be damned) so I can get back into both yoga (serious headstands to come, y’all) and into running. During my class, the teacher said something about alignment and making sure I was standing up straight, “bones on bones.” And that’s all we really are, isn’t it? Bones on bones. Trying to make something out of this life.

Happy Friday, folks.

the sky it was gold, it was rose

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I spent this past weekend hiking and climbing with my longest bff, and then of course got home and busy and back into the swing of work and barely have though about it again.

Except, I should, because I had a great time in Red Rocks Canyon and that deserves to be mulled and thought about and acknowledged.

Lauren is one of those friends that knows me deeply, and supports me even when I am unsure of myself. There were a couple moments this weekend of “I cannot do this” when Lauren said, “You can.” (Spoiler: turns out I absolutely could.) It was nice to have someone that supports me more than I support myself, and understands who I am and who I want to be without saying any of that.

I loved being in nature and having no service and no responsibilities other than sitting and walking and eating and sucking in the sunshine and living. Laughing, and smiling, and doing things that terrified me a little that weren’t even that hard. I loved being windswept and having no mirror and just loving life without thinking about everything before and after, but just being in the moment. I loved earning my dinner by climbing up and over terrains that look as alien as Mars.

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It was a great return to the wild. It was an adventure meeting new friends, trying something I haven’t done a lot, and being still. It recharged my batteries as I rush into another week and weekend and month of being so busy I can’t see straight, crashing to bed after a full day and waking up with a list to attend to. It was necessary. It was right.

Thanks, L, for keeping me on track. Thanks for pushing me when I needed to be pushed and letting me open my arms to the sun and just be. Love you. xo

on why i kept my name.

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I have been getting a lot questions that are basically this: “Why didn’t you take your husband’s last name, what kind of wife are you?!”

Some are just asking because they’re curious. Others are asking because they’re judging, one way or the other, feminist or traditionalist or what have you. The variations I’ve gotten are, “So what’s your last name now?”, or “What is your new last name?”, or “You didn’t change it?” followed by a silent judging stare…they go on and on, and they’ve kept up even though I’ve been married for almost six months.

Every time I feel just a little more indignant that people (save my close friends/family) even think it’s appropriate to ask that question. I don’t mind if people are like, “What is your email address?” But I mind people placing me in a box that I don’t think should exist.

The reasons are big and small. Here are some of them. I kept my last name:

* Because I said so.
* Because I like it, and my parents gave it to me, and I like them, too.
* Because Nikki did, setting precedent for me to as well.
* Because what? Why is this question even being asked of me?
* Because feminism.
* Because I love my husband more than most things on this planet but I love myself too and Jennie Palluzzi sounds great.
* Because Palluzzi is who I am.
* Because I am the only Jennie Palluzzi.
* Because Palluzzi Pizza, duh.
* Because I am lazy and didn’t want to change anything.
* Because to be honest, I didn’t really think that hard about it. I just thought, “Hey I am getting married.” In my head, marriage is a lot of things, but it’s not my name.
* Because Jeff didn’t mind, either, because the person he fell in love with was Jennie Palluzzi, as it turns out.

Now, if you change your name, awesome for you! If you hyphenate, great! If you have your husband or partner take your name, cool! Do what you want! I don’t care! You be you! CAN I LIVE?

forgive, let live, and move on.

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here are some good things: sunshine at lunch. cooper the dog greeting me at the end of the day. dinner on my plate every night, coffee in my cup every morning. friends that are family and family that are friends and blurring the line between. trips to big bear and out of the fast-pasted city. snuggling after dinner while watching tv. mason jars and cooking with my self or my friends.

here are some bad things: low voter turnout, the reports out of ferguson, the reports out of skid row, that works comp doesn’t cover people’s needs when they are injured on the job, that businesses work the way they do and don’t care about people, global warming, winter lasting forever, droughts flaming up and down california, glorified villains and marginalized heros.

here is what i know: we made this world. we will take ourselves out of it. we will also change it, for the better some days, for the worse on others. today is an inbetween today. i hope tomorrow is a better one. and that better ones follow and follow and swallow up ‘status quo’ and ‘because’ and ‘i never thought of that’ and are replaced with ‘what about this’ and ‘well i don’t like that so imma change it’ and ‘i just though of something brilliant.’

happy thursday, chickens. may you wrestle with life today and come out on the other side stronger and clearer in your convictions with a smile on your face.

 

5gts: i wish that she would run to me

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1. headed to big bear this weekend to breathe fresh air and ski. cannot wait for open spaces.

2. next week is march, which means a new month and peas are in season. guys, i love peas and want pea soup and pea pasta and pea everything.

3. cooper the dog. she is our neighbor’s dog and she hangs out with us in her free time, which is a lot. she currently is walking around my room sniffing everything and probably wondering where jeff is.

4. new hat and gloves and headband for this weekend from melissa, because she’s an american hero.

5. i got a new planner. i don’t care that it’s nearly march. it was 50 percent off and it’s for all the to-do lists i try to keep in my head that tumble to the ether on the drive home.

have a fab weekend, chicakdees. catch you in march.

xo