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May 05, 2008

A Tuesday Ten--Got Milk? Edition

Tongue_2 On Saturday, Hubby & I spent several hours at a local farm whose incredibly tasty products we recently fell in love with. I wrote about this yesterday. If you haven't read it yet, do it now. Really. It will make you all warm inside.

During our time there, I learned a lot of new information about dairy production, and I learned a lot of  information I thought I knew about dairy production. Here's what I learned, in no particular order. As you'll soon see, a lot of hot button issues really simply depend on the dairy and their individual practices.


1. Mechanical milking is not necessarily bad for cows. In reality, there is no way to physically express all the milk from a cow's udders by hand milking, nor can a single calf drink all the milk in her udders. A milking machine most efficiently expresses all the milk, reducing a cow's risk of developing mastitis. As Todd Moore (owner/operator of Lavon Farms, which supplies the milk for Lucky Layla Farms' delectable products) pointed out, his cows show up willingly in the mornings at the sound of his voice to be milked. If the machines hurt them, they wouldn't be such willing participants.

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2. Different cows satisfy different priorities. Just as different breeds of beef cattle produce different grades of meat, different breeds of dairy cattle serve different purposes. Moore's family farm has been raising Guernsey and Jersey cows since the 1930's. These breeds were chosen, Moore points out, because their milk is of exceptional quality, with high butter-fat and protein content, though the quantity is much less than other breeds. For example, Guernseys & Jerseys produce about five gallons of milk daily, whereas Holsteins produce at least twice that amount but of lower quality.

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3. Pasteurization is necessary, but somewhat evil. We tasted raw milk while we were at the farm, and it was absolutely delicious. Unfortunately, the law prohibits any farm that has a creamery from selling raw milk in addition to the finished, pasteurized products, due to possible cross-contamination. Pasteurization, unfortunately, kills a lot of luscious flavor in addition to the germs. If run in a clean, safe manner, dairies can produce raw milk that is as safe as pasteurized, but the law is designed, I'm guessing, to protect consumers from the farms who are operating for quantity of sales, not quality of conditions.

4. "Antibiotic-free" is a marketing ploy which ultimately means nothing. Having organic certification means that we are guaranteed that cows are not being given a steady stream of antibiotics to try to prevent infections, thus possibly increasing antibiotic resistance in humans. Sounds okay so far, right? However, it also means that a farmer cannot give a single round of antibiotics to a cow who has a non-transmissable, but still painful, infection like, say, mastitis. Additionally, milk is so highly regulated that farmers have to submit milk for testing on a regular basis; if any antibiotic is found, the milk isn't accepted. Antibiotics very rarely will ever make it into the food chain; you may as well buy "gasoline-free" milk. Knowing your dairy is very important, as is being able to ask them questions. If you can't find a local dairy, try Organic Valley. They are a sort of co-op situation that works with individual family farms. Horizon Organic may as well be a factory farm; they've been questioned numerous times for pushing the limits of technicalities for their organic certification.

5. The national average lifespan of a dairy cow is a pitiful three years. I wholly believe this is due to the stress of constant antibiotics and growth hormones given to increase productivity; sooner, rather than later, those cow's bodies wear out. Moore's cows live fully twice the national average, and this cow, named Sybil, who was getting ready for an appearance at Whole Foods, is ten years old. And due to calf in June. Happy cows apparently live longer lives. Imagine that.

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6. Calves weigh between 40-100 pounds at birth. I never, ever would have guessed this. Looking at these "adolescent" calves, at about 12 weeks old, I wouldn't guess their weight to be 200-400 pounds, either. Guernseys & Jerseys weigh in at adulthood between 1000-1300 pounds.

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7. Gestation for cows is nine months, the same as humans. Sometimes human intervention is required for calving, but most often cows handle delivery all on their own. Hubby, who is an anesthesiologist, and I found it quite amusing when Todd relayed that his wife, after giving birth the first time, came home and proclaimed that all the cows should be given epidurals when they labor.

8. Calves do not stay in the pasture with their mothers. The first surprise that greeted us as we drove up the driveway was the area where calves are kept. I wanted to be appalled; after all, the calves are kept tethered to their own individual "cow house" (my term) and the ground cover is large pea gravel, not grass. Upon inquiry, however, we learned that the babies are separated very early to prevent sickness. Just like sending a kid to daycare, if one baby, with a weaker immune system than adults, gets sick, it can spread like wildfire. After 10-12 weeks, the babies are moved to a pasture with other youngsters for a time before heading out with the big cows. The pea gravel was very clean, and the babies were well-fed and well-tended.

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9. Horns are removed almost immediately. While many claim it is barbaric, it really is for the safety of the cows. If there is ever a "disagreement," these cows will fight to the death to settle it, so horn removal is necessary if the cows are kept communally in a pasture.

10. Cows are very smart and each has its own distinct personality. Some of them were timid, some of them were curious, some were very loving, and others were simply indifferent. (This one, whom we nicknamed Bucksnort, would snort and hop around if Hubby quit petting on her.) But all of them, Moore insists, are very, very smart. Do not be fooled by the somewhat vacant expressions (I personally consider it "serene," not "vacant"); it's all an act.

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May 03, 2008

Shhhhh...

No Photo Hunt for me today. I'm up at 6:30 a.m. on a Saturday to go on a very exciting and special field trip with Hubby. I will be writing a blog post about it on Monday. (Hints are in the Technorati Tags.) Tomorrow is Green Thumb Sunday, and I have something just for the occasion: new zinnias, Gerbera daisies, and phlox to plant today when we get home! Yippee!

April 25, 2008

Update

Busy, busy, busy as a bee. That's me.

A few things that I have had going on:

  • We're getting ready to start graduation invitations for Eldest. It took a week of online digging to find a company that offers grad invites made from recycled content paper. Although they could have stepped up with recycled content in the envelopes, I'm rather pleased that I even found these. I'd love to see a printing company step up with all-recycled-content invites and envies, printed with vegetable dyes.
  • A thunderstorm night before last annihilated the gazebo we had just installed in the back yard (I am white girl extraordinaire, and sunscreen alone will NOT cut it); we hadn't yet put the bolts into the ground, and our famed North Texas wind turned the damned thing into a parachute; it flipped over our fence into our neighbor's driveway. AAAAAARRRRRRGH!
  • We've finally hired someone to come take care of the rest of the digging, stump removal, and pea gravel installation around the pool. (We'd officially run out of places (legal or otherwise) to dump wheelbarrows full of dirt.) And cleaning out an irrigation pipe we've found while digging and the broken sprinkler pipes. And the sprinkler wires I may or may not have accidentally sliced with the Mantis last spring.
  • I've been scrubbing grout in my tile floors. Completely gross job, with four cats and three dogs and humans traipsing on it (and if one of the dogs decides to "mark" something, those grout lines become perfect little river beds. UGH.
  • I've planted our elephant ears and caladiums. Now the wait begins for weather hot enough to coax them out of the ground.

Those are the main things that have been occupying my time the last few days. What have you been up to, gardening or otherwise?

Edited to Add: The birdie who made this nest is a robin, and she has three eggs!

April 15, 2008

A Tuesday Ten--How Does Your Garden Grow? Edition

Spring has most definitely sprung here in USDA Zone Seven. We've been working diligently outdoors sporadically for a week or so and for the last two days straight outdoors, planting beds, trimming branches, shoveling dirt and rocks, getting the pool ready to open for the year. Here are ten things we've been busy doing:

1. I finished splitting and planting my hostas in the mostly-shade bed, along with new companion plants for texture and color variation. We now have 7-10 different varieties of hostas, and I'm pleased to announce that all of them have begun to grow vigorously. For companion plants we chose 2 different ferns, one tall and traditional, the other lacy and low and clump-forming. We also added some beautiful coleus. (The jasmine in the photo below is the one that was pronounced dead a couple of years ago.)
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2. We've trimmed and thinned the bushes and trees out by the pool. The crepe myrtles were out of control.

3. We've arranged an electrician to come out this morning to fix two of our outdoor outlets, the poolside lights, and figure out what damage Marshmallow did here (I'm surprised the fool did not electrocute herself):
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4. Hubby's trying to grow tomatoes again this year, a Brandywine plant. The first year he tried was a miserable failure. When we didn't really know for sure which was the "up" end of the tomato cage, we should have called it quits.

5. I've finished planting my new bed full of perennials. This is the first time we've planted so many; we've planted one here and one there, mixing them with annuals, but it inevitably leads to neglected perennials, so I wanted to try a bed of all perennials. There's columbine, salvia, flax, candytuft, bee balm, and a patch of transplanted speedwell groundcover, to see how it will react to being moved (before I pull it all up willy-nilly and killy-killy it all). I've added a bird feeder and birdbath, (and look at the size of the birds we've attracted! Heh.) and I will hang a matching hummingbird feeder soon.
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Along the wall (in the photo), you can barely make out the foxglove and Turk's cap. (If anyone knows what the low-growing bushes are, please let me know... we've forgotten, though we love them.) I love the foxglove, but I have to admit to an odd combination of a queasy, uneasy feeling knowing they are so poisonous to humans and a slight thrill knowing I'm totally prepared if I'm sent on any spy mission that calls for poison. I know I'll be suspicious of any herbal teas hubby presents me, unbidden, for awhile. Heh. Here's a closer view of the lovely, deadly foxglove.
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6. Hubby has been diligently scrubbing and vacuuming, unclogging the pool filter, scrubbing and vacuuming, unclogging the pool filter, scrubbing and vacuuming the pool. I'm glad he's got the patience. I would have drained the pool and dropped some C4 in the hole long ago.

7. We've picked out new patio furniture and patio dining sets, all in metal, so as to deter Marshmallow from making a snack of them, as she has our wicker (and our electrical cords... see #3).

8. Middle and I prepared these:
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There are two of them along the same wall as the chewed electrical cord. Any ideas for filling them? This took an insanely long amount of time to prepare, and we were insanely proud of them when we were finished. We dug a foot down into the clay soil, Middle pushing the wheelbarrow out to a vacant lot for dumping*, and then we filled the cavity with pea gravel. Let me see you grow there NOW, weed bastards! MUAAAAAHAHAHA! (That's the honest-to-Pete correct spelling, according to the Genius that is RedMolly.)

9. I just purchased some pretty lemon-zesty petunias and some fuchsia bougainvilleas for hanging. I will put them in my coconut-fiber-lined hanging baskets, once I trim the damn things down to size (I trimmed one... ONE... last night, and I considered it a great fucking victory half an hour later. Just three more to go.)

10. We've arranged a sprinkler man to come out to fix our broken sprinkler heads (and the wires that I might have accidentally sliced last year with the Mantis).

So, tell me how spring has sprung in your corner of the world. Are you planting, weeding, readying a cursed (in this case, pronounced KER-sed, two syllables) swimming pool? How are you spending your spring days out-of-doors?

*No, this is probably not even close to legal, so can anyone tell me what else to do with 20 wheelbarrow-loads full of dirt? We spread about 10 loads in the 3-foot "alley" between our privacy fence and the next-door-neighbors'. It's better than the cigarette butts they throw back there.

April 10, 2008

Cleaner Body, Cleaner Products, Cleaner Conscience

It occurred to me in the shower yesterday that our toiletries are a perfect place to start making a difference for the Earth, for our health, and for our consciences. There are so many natural, organic, and cruelty-free products out there, it's not that hard to find one that you like, even at a price that won't necessarily break the bank. I thought I'd give you a rundown on the different products we use and why we like them.

First, let me explain what I'm looking for in products. I want the ingredients to be derived from natural and organic plants, not petroleum and chemicals. I want the products to smell yummy, not artificial and chemical-like. I want to know that the companies are making a difference with their actions outside of the market, not just manufacturing "green" to make more green money for their bottom line. Finally, I want to know that no bunny was harmed in the making of my product. (Read more about the horrors of Draize testing here.) Now, let's get clean!

We seem to like a lot of products by Alba Botanica. Our shower is filled with them, so you'll see their name a lot in this post. They meet all my criteria for a clean body and a clean conscience. Their products can be bought at Whole Foods or directly from their website, if you don't or won't shop Whole Foods. Many of these products can be bought online. One site I like is drugstore dot com.

The first thing I do is wash my face (well, after undressing, adjusting water temperature, and contemplating what that peach-colored slime on the tiles could possibly be). I do this with Kiss My Face Olive & Verbena soap. It smells divine, and I love that the brand new bars are perfectly rectangular; for some reason, that comforts me. It doesn't provide as big a sudsy punch as do other commercial soaps, but that's because it's missing the controversial ingredient sodium lauryl (or laureth) sulfate.

Next up, I shampoo and condition my hair. My current favorite is Alba's Gardenia Hydrating Hair Wash and Conditioner. I love the smell of gardenias, and shampooing my hair with it makes me envision being in the tropics (oh, how I'd like to be in the tropics!). It contains certified organic ingredients like aloe and kelp and kukui nut oil* and awapuhi. It lathers perfectly well, and it does not contain sodium lauryl or laureth sulfates, if you're cutting back on it for health reasons. It's also gentle enough to use every day, and there are other yummy fragrances to try if you don't dig gardenias. (Most dudes would object to smelling all flowery, I suspect.)

I also like Aveda's hair products, although no one else in the family will use them because they smell "gross" (read: natural). Eldest doesn't like minty smells, and a lot of Aveda's stuff has a minty undertone. I happen to love their Color Conserve, Rosemary Mint, and Shampure. Aveda also is one of the most socially and ecologically responsible companies around, from their use of organically farmed ingredients to their use of recycled packaging, from their support of indigenous communities all the way to their frequent buyer cards, which are made of cornstarch rather than plastic.

While my hair is conditioning, I wash my body. We have two different options to choose from, both from Alba. I love, love, LOVE the Honey Mango fragrance, but hubby prefers the Island Citrus. It's a little too citrus-y for my sniffer. It's plenty bubbly, thanks to sodium lauryl sulfoacetate (a safer sudsing agent than the  more sinister SLS, mostly due to the size of their molecules), and there's no icky residue left behind. (As for method of delivery, I gave up my petroleum puff just over a year ago in exchange for a cellulose sponge.)

Then, if I'm wearing shorts or a skirt that day & my legs are looking especially, um, European, I shave them. I use Alba Shaving foam. It takes a bit of getting used to, as it's nothing like traditional shave cream. It's more the consistency of those hand soaps that magically comes out as a foam. I use the Mango Vanilla fragrance, though there are others I haven't tried. The razor I use is from Preserve, who makes fantastic toothbrushes and razors from recycled plastic. (When you're finished, stuff several into one of their mailers and mail the used products back to them for further recycling.) 

Lest you menfolk think I'm neglecting you, fear not! I bring you tidings of great joy. Kenton Athletics makes sexy-smelling plant-based shower gels that can also be used as shampoo. One-stop scrubbing. Their formulas are pretty cool in that each one uses ingredients from the plants of a different region of the world, and they evoke the "correct" olfactory image, too.  Surf contains extracts of plants found in "coastal regions of the world's legendary surfing destinations" and makes you want to go to the beach; Mountain contains extracts of plants "native to rocky, mountainous regions" and makes you want to go camping; and Trail is made from extracts of plants and trees "indigenous to rich North American woodland regions, " making you want to pick up a hiking stick and compass. (The rare times I can convince Youngest that it's in his best interests (as well as the best interests of those in close proximity to him) to shower, he uses Surf.)

After-shower moisturizing comes in the form of Kiss My Face Honey & Calendula lotion or J/A/S/O/N Wild Yam Hand & Body Therapy (made with wild Mexican yams!). Kiss My Face is thinner (a true lotion), comes in a pump, and smells like beeswax, whereas J/A/S/O/N  (that is really freakin' annoying to type!) is more of a cream, dispensed from a squeeze tube.

Well, folks, there you have it. More information than you ever wanted to know about my showering routine. (Plus all the good information about great products that are good for your body and your karma!)

*If you want to see me get all dreamy-eyed and weak-kneed over any one substance (one that's non-alcoholic and non-dairy anyway), mention kukui nut oil. Srsly, I think it is Nectar of the Gods. I discovered it in Hawaii a few years ago when my stupid white self forgot sunscreen and crisped myself miserable. I was pointed in the direction of kukui nut oil rather than aloe for the burn, and, HOLYSHITBATMAN, that burn didn't peel and it didn't hurt anymore and I was IN LOVE. It's magic. I swear. It's great for sensitive skin, for eczema, for psoriasis, for general moisturizing, for breast enlargement. Well, okay, I made up the last one, but I'm willing to bet it might still be true!

April 08, 2008

A Tuesday Ten--Google Edition

I'm always amazed at some of the things people Google, which lead them to my blog. Here's a list of ten of the strangest/funniest/dumbest. (Warning: I'm feeling a little salty today. Appropriately sailor-ish language ensues.)

1.  "Chiggers"--- Damn it, people. If some science geeks don't get out there and write some interesting shit about chiggers, I'm going to go crazy! (On the other hand, it would probably steal half my damn traffic.)

2.  "Bedbugs"; "dead bedbugs"; "baby bedbugs"; "evil bedbugs"--- The Internet must have a shockingly inadequate amount of information about bedbugs, because if a Google search for the little fuckers leads these people to my piddly blog, the online world is doomed to an unfortunately misinformed existence!

3.  "Concert groping" --- I'm not sure whether these people are looking for a Concert Gropers Anonymous meeting or a survivor's group or what. I can't help you with either. Get over it. When you go to a concert, you are often in embarrassingly close proximity to others. You may get touched, even on the boob. It's not necessarily purposeful. Unless, of course, you're a hot bitch, then maybe it was.

4.  "Anesthesia politics cunt" --- I can't even imagine a situation in which those three words could be fit together. Whatever it was, I don't think they found a solution here.

5.  "can Concerta make a child start cursing" --- No, but inadequate parenting can. Self-flagellation is a must. Cursing is the worst thing a child will ever cook up in his/her devious little damn brain. (/sarcasm)

6.  "take kids to Edgefest" --- One word. Yes. But they will get groped. (See #3.)

7.  "beautiful pictures of Texas's dessert [sic]" --- My desserts don't hang around on my damn plate long enough to take a beautiful picture, people.

8.  "the cost of Six Flags" --- Your soul, fuckers. Sign on the "X."

9.  "how to get rid of pleas [sic] and chiggers from your house" --- I've got nothing of importance to offer here. However, my kids can give you quite detailed instructions on removing "please and thank you" from your home.

10.  "what to do when husband calls you a cunt" --- I'm not sure exactly why this person felt the need to seek advice from Google on this, but if you haven't found the advice you're looking for, here's a hint: A packed bag and a weekend at a luxurious spa on your turd husband's dime comes to mind, as does dumping all of his shit on the lawn, turning on the sprinklers, and changing the locks. Oh, and maybe a marriage counselor, if none of the other shit works.

March 23, 2008

6 Flags, 3 People, 250 Bucks, 2 Thumbs Down

Instead of "2 Thumbs Down," I was going to say, "1 Grand Ass-Rape," but I thought it might scare some people off.

I took Eldest and Middle to Six Flags Over Texas yesterday. For some inexplicable reason, my memory of Six Flags and the disproportionate equation between 'fun' and 'fucked' always seems to fade. It seems to need refreshing every couple of years. This entry, hopefully, will serve to remind me in two years: DON'T DO IT! For people looking for an honest review of Six Flags Over Texas; for people who want to learn what NOT to do in marketing in order to keep happy customers; or for people who just want to hear about my Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day; this post is for you, too.

I was seduced into thinking that a day at Six Flags wouldn't be so bad because they were running an Internet offer whereby everyone could buy a ticket at the "child's price" of $29.99 (as opposed to the regular adult price of $46.99). I also feel compelled to mention that their "child" pricing is based on a height, not age, scale. Anyone over 48" tall must pay for an "adult" ticket. According to growth charts used at Children's Hospital Boston and Colorado, that is the height of an average 6-8 year old. According to Six Flags' pricing, your average-sized 9-year-old should be charged the same price as an adult.

Total price so far: $100.00

We arrived at Six Flags at 10:30 a.m., thirty minutes after park opening. We paid $15 for regular parking in East Egypt. Our other option was $20 for "preferred" or $30 for "valet."

Total price so far: $115.00

After riding the tram from East Egypt to the front gate, we had our sunscreen taken from us at the front gate. Despite there being no mention of it on the website, we weren't allowed to take in our sunscreen because it was in a spray can. We had to buy sunscreen from Six Flags. (BTW, it smelled like Creamsicles... if I'm going to get greasy and smell like Creamsicles, there'd better be whipped cream and something sexual involved!)

Total price so far: $126.00

Immediately upon arriving at the gate, we realized how stinking busy this place was going to be. Saturdays are one thing, we've gone on a Saturday before, but this was Christian Music Weekend, there were church groups from all over Texas and Oklahoma there. Line waits were already outrageous. We rode one ride, The Flashback, and then it was lunchtime. Middle and I ate at Panda Express, Eldest had a pretzel, and we split one large drink. We waited in line for 30 minutes, and lunch cost $30.

Total price so far: $156.00

The three of us decided that we would eat a tiny, shared dinner in order to purchase Speedpasses, which ostensibly would help our chances of getting on rides in a more timely fashion. Since we had used Walt Disney World's FastPass system in 2005, we were naive enough to think we would receive the same benefits this time. However, there are two very important differences in The WDW FastPass system and the Six Flags' Speedpass system that affect your experience. First, there is no charge for WDW FastPass; it is included in your ticket price. Speedpasses will set you back, for the option that works most like the FastPass, $32 for the first person, then $17 per each additional guest. Second, WDW's return times on the FastPass is a one-hour window. As soon as your one-hour window arrives, you may make another ride reservation. This allows you to make a new ride reservation before getting in line to ride your currently reserved ride. Six Flags gives you a precise time to be at your ride, and you may not reserve another ride until after you have checked in to the line at your currently reserved ride. In the eight hours we had our Speedpasses, we were able to make 3 ride reservations.

Total price so far: $222.00

At each of the "main attraction" rides, you can no longer leave any personal belongings on the platform when you ride. You are required to purchase a ride locker (only good for 2 hours, so you can't even squeeze two rides out of a locker rental) for $1.00 per ride. We had to do this for Batman: The Ride, Mr. Freeze, and The Titan. We also shared a "Texas-sized" frozen lemonade: approximately 20 oz. for $5.25.

Total price so far: $230.00

We shared a dinner of amazingly tasty Johnny Rocket's fries and onion rings and a large Coke. Although this was about $11.00, it was far and away the tastiest food we experienced while we were there.

Total price so far: $241.00

After leaving the park, we stopped for food at Whataburger & Pizza Hut. We spent $9.00. Jeebus, shit in the real world is cheap! Heh.

Total price tag on the day: $250.00
Total time spent at Six Flags (including travel time): 14 hours
Total time spent on rides at Six Flags: less than 15 minutes

Worth it? Not on your life. My advice would be to spend your nearly-$100-per-person somewhere else.

We've decided that Six Flags is like getting a cheap hooker and Disney World is like a high-priced escort. With both you're getting screwed out of a chunk of money, but with one, you get a down & dirty experience and you're ashamed afterward, vowing to never make that mistake again, and with the other, you get seduction, foreplay, and thrills, and you want to go back for more. I feel like I need a shower.

March 10, 2008

Sad, S.A.D. Me

I swear I could be the poster child (poster chick?) for Seasonal Affective Disorder. Jeebus.

Time change weekends completely mess with my head for at least a week or two. It matters not whether we're Springing Forward or Falling Back. It utterly screws me up.

Also, with the weather changing daily from super sunny to overly overcast, I'm starting to feel like I'm the bipolar one in the household. Cloudy days leave me feeling spent and depressed, and I get nothing done (like getting my Blogiversary Giveaways ready to take to the post office, for example).

More later, when my brain is functioning properly. I'm taking a nap with my kitties.

March 06, 2008

Thirteen Things...

...that I'm thinkin' 'bout on Thursday...

1. ...winners from my Blogiversary Giveaways! Congrats to Jeff at Biking Duluth (Greenies & Pet Promise dog food sample), Caroline in NH at Fiber Arts & Furry Critters (Bush's Last Day keychain), Hootin' Anni (CD of ten of my photographic images), Andree at Meeyau (Feline Greenies & Pet Promise cat food sample), Molly at RedMolly Picayune-Democrat (a copy of Diane MacEachern's book Big Green Purse), and Anonymous Mom at Tenuous at Best (handcrafted journal)! If I don't hear from each of you within 24 hours, I will contact you. I'm asking until next Saturday (hopefully won't need that long) to get everything ready to ship.

2. ...my complete and utter domination at the art of oatmeal. I have mastered my "perfect oats." No extra liquid, but not too dry either. MMMMM.

3. ...philosophical subjects like evil and faith. I've determined that the basis for one's faith in an idea or entity is a positive and memorable event that the person attributes, whether correctly or incorrectly, to that idea or entity. For example, my husband sees, on a regular basis, the healing and saving of lives. He attributes that to the science of medicine; his faith, therefore, lies in the scientific.

4. ...suicide. Not mine, no. The book I'm reading, Jodi Picoult's The Pact, is about a failed teen suicide pact, where the surviving teen is charged with murder.

5. ...how terrible I am at poker. Some friends of ours have bought a table at a local "Casino Night" fundraiser and have graciously asked Hubby & I to go. I know not a damn thing about poker, but I will throw down with the best of them when intoxicated, I'm sure.

6. ...Texas's crazy caucusing. We voted early to avoid voting day crowds, but then had to go out anyway for the caucusing portion of the night.

7. ...how terrifyingly easy it is to imagine Youngest as a drug addict. He has a very addictive personality anyway, and a bipolar individual's risk of addiction to drugs or alcohol is much higher than that of a normally functioning person. At thirteen, his drug of choice is Runescape or the Playstation 3; he will do anything, self-destructive or otherwise, to get his fix. Seeing his desperation while in Austin last weekend with limited Internet availability was truly amazing.

8. ...our freakish weather. It's snowing again. Hard. Remember, I was talking about the weather yesterday?

9. ...how hitting an already-dead, but still fresh, skunk on the highway is very, very bad. Very bad, indeed. I also discovered why so many of them seem to be hit on the road. Nearly impossible to see until the last minute. Poor buggers.

10. ...organ donation. My mom is down in Florida at a post-transplant checkup. She's doing amazingly well!

11. ...photography. I mentioned it's snowing again, right?

12. ...the Project Runway season finale last night. As I fully expected, Christian kicked ass. His clothes, while not designed for the everyday woman, were exquisite concoctions, full of ruffles and feathers. His runway music killed, too (created and arranged by Anonymous Mom's not-so-anonymous talented son). Way to go, Christian! I just want to eat him up like a cookie, he's so freakin' cute.

13. ...how I SO don't want to do the laundry and mop the floors.

Edited to add: I drove for six hours to accomplish what would usually take three.

February 23, 2008

Blogiversary Countdown (and Giveaway)--4 Days

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