Friday, April 28, 2006
Upon taking your jacket off in the morning, the person who shares your office with you immediately says, "What's that on your shoulder!?" Then you blush and remember that you have a raging Huz hickey that is clearly visible in the sleevless shirt you wore.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
1. Wednesday night I was home alone because Huz was off studying with classmates at a local restaurant. How one can study in a loud pizza place is beyond me, but, then again, I'm not a professional student like he is. Anyway, I'm beginning to wonder why shit happens to me whenever he goes away (e.g., tornado warnings one night and locking myself out of the house another night - I haven't told you about that one yet, have I!?).
I'm not typically a scared person (well, okay, unless it's at night and he's not there and I'm trying to sleep when every mundane creek and crick of the house becomes very audible all of a sudden), but Wednesday night about freaked the shit out of me. I just finished watching American Idol and
Fantastic. Nothing can make you feel more safe than to be given no information from the police other than to lock your doors and windows. I immediately turned off the t.v. and the lights and tip-toed around my house closing and locking all the windows. I felt like a prisoner in my own home. I tried to call Huz 8 times, but he never heard his phone ring in the loud pizza place. Ugh! I was pissed and afraid. My friends down the street came and got me and I hung out with them for a while, the helicopter continued its search all the while. I finally went home when it went away, but never found out what they were looking for.
Talk about unnerving! You expect that kind of thing in Chicago, not a small neighborhood in Nashville. Plus, in Chicago I was on the 3rd floor of an apartment building, not on the first floor of a house. Yeesh!
2. I went off the pill a week ago. (OMG!) I'm not really freaked out yet, actually, because we'll be protecting for several more months. But, come on, I've been on that medicine for ELEVEN YEARS, people! I have no idea how my body will be off of it. I don't know what to expect - zits (God forbid), weight loss, weight gain (God forbid), less moodiness, more moodiness (God forbid), less cramps, more cramps (God forbid)?
Somebody give me an AAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! |
Tuesday, April 25, 2006this last night for dinner and it was awesome. It was a vegetarian meal, mostly organic, and oh so yummy. |
Sunday, April 23, 2006"The Jungle" by Upton Sinclair. Then, about a year ago, a PETA representative handed me a brochure on the way to a college class. I tucked it into my bag to peruse later, if at all. I looked at it and was horrified by the pictures of animals and how they are treated by our meat industry. I told myself that I should become a vegetarian because the treatment of animals, of which I call myself a lover, was utterly disgusting. I bought a book called "The Gradual Vegetarian" but never got around to reading it.
I recently read an article in Harper's magazine about the pork industry - an examination of the brutal, almost Brave New World-like manufacturing and breeding of animals for standardized meat. We, the consumers, expect to go to any grocery store in our country and find the same pale pink rectangle pork chops looking up at us under their Saran wrap blankets. This demand for homogenous meat has resulted in a mechanical, heartless industry where pigs live and die in a small indoor stall, forcing them to stand in one direction, eating on one end and defecating on the other end for their entire (unnaturally) short lives.
Then, coincidentally, I saw 'Super Size Me' which, if you haven't seen it yet, you should. It examines the corporate God otherwise know as McDonald's and its "food" that is far from good for you (did you know that after 9 weeks their french fries don't decompose?). What's worse than selling fatty, over-processed food and utilizing underpaid, non-Union workers, is how it markets to children. Kids are vulnerable and are still developing their tastes, which corporations exploit for their own benefit. They see kids as a means to an end - the end being huge profits if they can create a market in children who will continue to buy for the rest of their lives. I'm not saying that kids (or adults) are held at gun point and forced to dine at McDonald's or any other fast food chain, but the huge, multi-billion dollar corporations monopolize television commercials and now sponsor everything from sporting events to elementary and high schools, making it very difficult for local, independent restaurants to compete.
My first reaction to the article and the film were to finally become a vegetarian. I really don't know if I can make such a drastic change to a 30 year-old established diet, plus Huz doesn't want to become one which would make dinner-making a pain. I may eventually make the switch, but for now I will start by becoming a better consumer. I'd like to buy meat that is organic and grain-fed (did you know that cows, pigs, chickens, etc. are fed ground bones and guts of other cows, pigs, and chickens?). Ideally, I'll start buying meat from a local farm that specializes in the humane treatment of animals and is organic, like this one. Eating organic fruits and vegetables would also be a healthy step so that pesticides and growth hormones are longer part of my diet.
It's funny, but thinking about having a child has really been an incentive to make these changes. For one, I want to offer a healthy environment for a growing fetus, but I also want my child to be a conscious member of society who thinks about her food and where it came from before purchasing it or taking a bite of it. So that's my new goal, folks. I want to be a better consumer because I am partly responsible for the meat industry and the fast food empire. Why? Because I buy their products. If I don't like those products or how they are being produced and marketed, I shouldn't be buying them.
[Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I'm reading "Fast Food Nation" which is VERY eye-opening about how our food market works. I highly recommend it.] |
Friday, April 21, 2006
Thank you. |
Thursday, April 20, 2006
How did I cheer myself up? I dropped my Human Anatomy II class this summer and instead added a black and white photography lab. Ahhhh. That's better! |
Tuesday, April 18, 2006Enjoy. |
Friday, April 14, 2006Nobody tagged me for this* but I'll do it anyway.
3** Weird Things About Me That I Haven't Blogged About Yet:
1. I fall asleep MUCH earlier than I should. Half the time it's on the couch while I'm reading or watching the tube. Huz and I watch SNL every (surprise, surprise) Saturday and inevitably I'll wake up at 1 a.m. next to an also-sleeping husband and the t.v. will still be on. Or we'll be watching a Netflix movie (if Huz picked it it's destined to be a Russian film that is always b.o.r.i.n.g to the extreme, so I typically only see 10 minutes of it before the back of my eyelids). I'm only 30, but my bedtime is pretty much 10p.m.
2. I used to count things obsessively as a child. You know, stop signs, chairs around the table, the usual. But the thing is? I wouldn't just count them in my head. No. I had to click my teeth whilst counting. I'd be in the backseat and we'd pass a stoplight so I'd click my molars three times while I counted the lights (green, yellow, red). Thank God I outgrew that one.
3. I fart more than my husband. I know gender really has nothing to do with it, but we seem to think it does in our culture. I always tell him that he has a magical butt*** because mine is just incapable of swallowing farts like his is.
On a side (but oh so related) note, Neville is afraid of thunderstorms. Whenever we have anything remotely close to one he runs under the bed in terror. I got home from work the other day and was changing clothes in the bedroom. Neville, as is his custom, followed me into the room and was purring nearby. I let a fart rip and, you guessed it, he dashed under the bed.
You heard it here first, folks, Victoria farts like thunder.
**It's supposed to be 6 but I don't want to scare you away.
*** It's cute AND magical - what a deal! |
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Well now. This little guy means business.
Check out how much freaking cat hair I get out every time I use it - soon my kids will be bald.
I offered to make Cambridge a sweater out of both her and Neville's fur and she was all, "Oh my god, Mom, would you!? That would be, like, totally AWESOME!!!"
Saturday, April 8, 2006
Red=bad and that's where I live.
Ominous skies abound.
I threw the cats in a carrier and a bicycle helmet on my head then headed for an inner hallway.
Friday, April 7, 2006
[I'm okay and Huz is okay. 19 tornados moved through middle Tennessee yesterday afternoon. 167 homes in Gallatin (not too far from Nashville) were destroyed and 40 in another town nearby. I transported the cats to a friend's house so that I wouldn't be alone. They were okay, but a bit stressed and I left them in their carriers for an hour. Then I went back home and got their catbox and food and let them loose in my friend's study. Cambie was very upset because of the smell of the resident cat and started to hiss and growl at Neville (I think she thought he was the stranger cat). I decided to bring them back home because it was way too stressful for them. I ended up staying home then because the storms had moved south of Nashville at that point. It was pretty scary because I've never dealt with tornados before AND because Huz was out of town. What a way to start the weekend, eh!?] |
Thursday, April 6, 2006
The other is a very active player of toys:
One loves dried shrimp, the other prefers dried herring.
One enjoys cat food. The other? Not so much.
He prefers flip flops.
Wednesday, April 5, 2006
Dumb Shits. |
I'm not sure. Thoughts?
I certainly hope that's not the case because I'll have been duped - is Dharma getting into my brain too? Sheesh.
There are some really great reviews written about Lost here. Read them and you'll be left more confused (yet intrigued) than ever. |
Sunday, April 2, 2006
Because they are enjoying the soft hum of the new DISHWASHER we bought today! It's been 8 long years without one and when I spotted a 4 month old portable dishwasher on Craigslist going for half the retail price, I jumped on it.