... sometimes facebook/ myspace can be a rather depressing place for me. I get to see all my friends having parties, going to parties, or just hanging out, which would not be so damned depressing if I ever could go myself. I usually cannot attend because of my back-assward work schedule. I work all night at the tattoo shop, and two mornings a week I have to drag myself out of bed at 5:30 am. This means, the nights I don't have to work the next morning, I have worked 16 hrs that day. You see what I mean. I kind of feel left out, everybody else looks like they have way more fun than I do (that may not be true at all--but still).
Everybody at the tattoo shop is 30 and up, all of us have partners that work the nine to five, so we don't hang out outside of work for one reason or another... blah, now it looks like I am just whining. I don't expect to get invited to much anymore because I have to decline so often. It just sucks sometimes to feel like all you do is work, and you're just getting older. And working.
I would like to do guest spots and conventions but the shop can't spare me, also, I have a husband and dogs and house to think about, and so, I work. And feel a little stagnated. Maybe turning 30 is bothering me more than I would like to admit.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
My New Love Affair
with Carl Sagen, and the cosmos. Every time I have ever heard the last line about humans being made of the same stuff as stars and the possibility that we are the cosmos' way to know itself, my mind gets blown. And then I want a bad-ass telescope.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Lack of posting...
Well, my house was robbed, and laptop got stolen, along with 90% of my photos. Hence, most of my posts.
but in the meantime, there is this:
I did this up from a photo of Shelby that works at Otherlands with me. I am very glad I e-mailed this to myself... would have been a shame to have lost it.
but in the meantime, there is this:
I did this up from a photo of Shelby that works at Otherlands with me. I am very glad I e-mailed this to myself... would have been a shame to have lost it.
Friday, November 7, 2008
we did it!!!
Check out the new website: www.change.gov
amazing.
On a side note, I keep hearing on the boards that it looks as though the stress of the campaign may have cost Michelle a few pounds, in the plus direction. Me too, First Lady-Elect, me too.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Inspired
A series I am thinking about doing, based on these photographs taken at a party of a bar-food buffet
*Note the hot wings!*
*Note the hot wings!*
Monday, September 8, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
...in the boys room...
These were in the Otherlands mens room before the paint job. I think I am going to print them off and frame them, and hang them back in the Mens bathroom.
Spilled
I bought the most awesome bike. I got really lucky and found it used, and it is (let me repeat this) awesome.
See??
Brett and I went for a ride today, and I promptly fell. Gloriously, as Brett put it. I was coming over the tracks--where there is a steep incline-- couldn't find the ground fast enough, panicked that I would roll into southern ave traffic, and applied the front brake. Hard. I flipped right over the handle bars... I remember seeing the ground in front of me, like a wall, as I came down on it. I will post pics of the bruise(s) I will be sporting tomorrow. The Bike only sustained a few scrapes on the handle bars, but I am going to got to peddler Monday to get it checked out.
Also, I loaded up all the pics from my camera... I realized, really, I am a visual person, I should leave the writing to the writers. So, expect quite a few photo blogs.
(BTW the fleas have been defeated!! Hoo-rah!)
See??
Brett and I went for a ride today, and I promptly fell. Gloriously, as Brett put it. I was coming over the tracks--where there is a steep incline-- couldn't find the ground fast enough, panicked that I would roll into southern ave traffic, and applied the front brake. Hard. I flipped right over the handle bars... I remember seeing the ground in front of me, like a wall, as I came down on it. I will post pics of the bruise(s) I will be sporting tomorrow. The Bike only sustained a few scrapes on the handle bars, but I am going to got to peddler Monday to get it checked out.
Also, I loaded up all the pics from my camera... I realized, really, I am a visual person, I should leave the writing to the writers. So, expect quite a few photo blogs.
(BTW the fleas have been defeated!! Hoo-rah!)
Saturday, August 16, 2008
End of a Dynasty
SO we caught opossums, and drove all the way to fucking way out east to let them go (which I believe to be WAY illegal). They looked at us like we were crazy when we opened the cage...and had to shake it for them to get their butts out. Then they ran into the woods. awwww....
...We also found a skeleton in the yard, circle of life, I guess.
But in the wake of this chapter coming to a close, A new battle has been raised. A gross one. With their former hosts gone, we have unleashed a plague of fleas into our bathroom. I know, gross. They have collected in the corner in front of the toilet. Spray works, however, if I clean up the carcasses, new ones emerge to take their place. So, for now, until we fog the shit out of our bathtub crawl space, Brett and I have determined that we have to leave the dead as a warning to the others. Brett suggested little stakes to mount the bodies on.
Luckily, we have kept the infestation from the dogs, hence the rest of the house. It is, however, really annoying when you, oh, say, have to use the toilet.
...We also found a skeleton in the yard, circle of life, I guess.
But in the wake of this chapter coming to a close, A new battle has been raised. A gross one. With their former hosts gone, we have unleashed a plague of fleas into our bathroom. I know, gross. They have collected in the corner in front of the toilet. Spray works, however, if I clean up the carcasses, new ones emerge to take their place. So, for now, until we fog the shit out of our bathtub crawl space, Brett and I have determined that we have to leave the dead as a warning to the others. Brett suggested little stakes to mount the bodies on.
Luckily, we have kept the infestation from the dogs, hence the rest of the house. It is, however, really annoying when you, oh, say, have to use the toilet.
Saturday, August 2, 2008
To Catch An Opossum...
Opossum Watch 2008:
This afternoon we set the trap...and waited. Around midnight we heard the trap door slam. We opened the closet door and saw its face peering out of the cage. "Awww" said Brett. I went and opened the front door to prepare to take him to his new country life... Correction--her. As Brett opened the closet door fully, he quickly shut it.
"There is more than one."
"What? How many more?"
"only one that I can see, a baby."
That's right y'all, a baby, outside the cage. We decided to slide a grate in front of the door frame and open the cage...and let them back under the bathtub and leave it to the professionals. Why? Because as it turns out, an average opossum litter is seven. We only saw one, and that could be it--but we really are not feeling up to taking that chance.
On a side note, baby opossums are freaking cute. Especially, when it and it's mom are not at all scared of you and, outside of the cage thing, are quite content to ignore you while you clap and carry on to get it to go back in its friggin hole.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Surprise!!
For the last few nights, the dogs have been driving Brett and I nuts over their newfound obsession with the bathtub. They have been hearing something under it for nearly a week.. Last night, I finally heard it for myself--and we decided to get some of those catch and release traps, you know, for mice or rats.
When I came home from work, I was feeling kinda ballsy, and I cleared out the closet by the bathtub that has a little 'Alice in Wonderland'-type latched door (to can access the plumbing), so I could place the trap. I opened the tiny door to find-- an opossum. Looking right at me. Wiggling its pink little nose. I slammed the door and turned to Brett, "I think we are gonna need a bigger trap."
When I came home from work, I was feeling kinda ballsy, and I cleared out the closet by the bathtub that has a little 'Alice in Wonderland'-type latched door (to can access the plumbing), so I could place the trap. I opened the tiny door to find-- an opossum. Looking right at me. Wiggling its pink little nose. I slammed the door and turned to Brett, "I think we are gonna need a bigger trap."
Monday, July 7, 2008
New Post
To tell the truth, nothing too interesting has happened of late.
For the 4th of July, Brett and I traveled to Smithville, TN to see his family (and go to the Fiddlers Jamboree). His mom's family also had a HUGE fish fry. I brought food for the weekend. It wasn't as hard as it could of been, the veganism and finding sustanance, especially during the fish fry-- there were a lot of fresh veggies. The only thing that kind of blew was that I was PMS-ing hard and there was NO vegan desserts to be found... no chocolate... but lots of homemade sweets. Get me?
I had some car issues earlier in the week which made Brett and I miss yoga Monday and we were out of town Saturday morning... and I have been a tight knotted up mess all week. I didn't realize you can cramp up from NOT exercising.
For the 4th of July, Brett and I traveled to Smithville, TN to see his family (and go to the Fiddlers Jamboree). His mom's family also had a HUGE fish fry. I brought food for the weekend. It wasn't as hard as it could of been, the veganism and finding sustanance, especially during the fish fry-- there were a lot of fresh veggies. The only thing that kind of blew was that I was PMS-ing hard and there was NO vegan desserts to be found... no chocolate... but lots of homemade sweets. Get me?
I had some car issues earlier in the week which made Brett and I miss yoga Monday and we were out of town Saturday morning... and I have been a tight knotted up mess all week. I didn't realize you can cramp up from NOT exercising.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
aftermath
It wasn't that bad. I thought my body would go into some sort of shock..which it probably does if you go the whole ten days. I have not binged (whew!), and though I knew before that the 15lbs wouldn't last, it sure is hard to watch it come back.
Honestly, if I didn't hate how non-functional I was at day five, I could have probably kept going--forever (that is called anorexia)
So now, I am watching my diet more carefully, and (gah) exercising. Not just yoga, but good old Jack LaLanne style... did I just date myself?
Honestly, if I didn't hate how non-functional I was at day five, I could have probably kept going--forever (that is called anorexia)
So now, I am watching my diet more carefully, and (gah) exercising. Not just yoga, but good old Jack LaLanne style... did I just date myself?
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Day 5 (end)
I stopped the fast today. Yesterday all I ended up consuming the whole day outside of water was a combined 8oz consisting of one 1/2 glass of lemonade (4oz) and a half glass of that green crap (4oz). And water, of course. By the end of the day I was pretty much a not-so-hot-mess. I decided that five days was not so bad... and if I wanted to try again in a month or so, I know I can do a least that much. This morning Brett woke me up with a smoothie he made (delicious-and awesome), then we went to India Palace where I had a small plate, and it was soooooo good. I think the most important thing I discovered is that I have that kind capacity and self control. Also I can control all that emotional eating.
Oh, and I lost 15 lbs. Which I will gain back soon more than likely. But for now, I will wear my skinny jeans.
Oh, and I lost 15 lbs. Which I will gain back soon more than likely. But for now, I will wear my skinny jeans.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Day 1 (part 2), and day 2,3, and 4-ish (part 1)
Guess what? I am on day four(ish) of my fast. Why the "ish"? Well, I decided to hit it Wednesday morning, but really I had not eaten since early Tuesday. Yes, I might be giving myself some extra (undue) credit... shut up.
Day one had some rough patches, mostly overcoming boredom, which is still kind of an issue. I know I eat emotionally, but I didn't fully realize how connected it was to just plain old boredom. Also, I got real cold, goose pimple cold. I wore pj pants to bed for the first time since winter.
Day 2, well, I don't recommend working a 16 hr day on a fast. The lemonade in my bottle had become super spicy (the longer it sits with the lemon juice, the hotter it becomes), so I wasn't really wanting it. I gulped it down in large swigs because I knew that I needed it. It ended up that all I drank was a lot of water--I didn't even want the peppermint tea. By the end of the night I was super grumpy, but I actually was able to handle some rather crazy clients' questions with a fair amount of grace-- more than my boss said she could have when she fasted.
All this time- no bowel movements. I have a hard time drinking the "Smooth Moves" laxative tea, mainly because I can't handle that much liquorice flavor. And the saline wash, as it is called, is in actuality a whole crapload of sea salt in a 8oz glass of water... and then you are supposed to drink it. I tried, two gulps and I thought I was going to vomit. I can think about it now I feel like my head is gonna explode. There is a reason we humans don't do salt water, our bodies don't like it. This lack of dookies goes against the whole "cleansing" aspect of a fast, so I made an appointment to get a colonic.
Day 3, colonic. I went out to the place, it was very nice, as was the lady who owned it. She gave me some very good advice on fasting. She said that she fasted during her period every month (goody if you have a 3-4 day cycle, but what about us that go for 7-8?), and about eating small amounts of fruit when you come off the fast. I told her about my lemonade problem, and she recommended this powder drink that supposedly doesn't shock the body so much so you don't loose muscle mass. Unfortunately, it contained dairy, so that was a no-go. I ended up going to Whole Foods afterwards (it is an interesting experience, try it!) To find a vegan version of what she had. I was directed toward this vegan superfood thingy. It smelled good, and would probably be good in juice or a smoothy--not so much with water.
It's really kind of awful. I might be able to choke down one 8oz glass a day... maybe lemonade doesn't sound so bad after all.
Day one had some rough patches, mostly overcoming boredom, which is still kind of an issue. I know I eat emotionally, but I didn't fully realize how connected it was to just plain old boredom. Also, I got real cold, goose pimple cold. I wore pj pants to bed for the first time since winter.
Day 2, well, I don't recommend working a 16 hr day on a fast. The lemonade in my bottle had become super spicy (the longer it sits with the lemon juice, the hotter it becomes), so I wasn't really wanting it. I gulped it down in large swigs because I knew that I needed it. It ended up that all I drank was a lot of water--I didn't even want the peppermint tea. By the end of the night I was super grumpy, but I actually was able to handle some rather crazy clients' questions with a fair amount of grace-- more than my boss said she could have when she fasted.
All this time- no bowel movements. I have a hard time drinking the "Smooth Moves" laxative tea, mainly because I can't handle that much liquorice flavor. And the saline wash, as it is called, is in actuality a whole crapload of sea salt in a 8oz glass of water... and then you are supposed to drink it. I tried, two gulps and I thought I was going to vomit. I can think about it now I feel like my head is gonna explode. There is a reason we humans don't do salt water, our bodies don't like it. This lack of dookies goes against the whole "cleansing" aspect of a fast, so I made an appointment to get a colonic.
Day 3, colonic. I went out to the place, it was very nice, as was the lady who owned it. She gave me some very good advice on fasting. She said that she fasted during her period every month (goody if you have a 3-4 day cycle, but what about us that go for 7-8?), and about eating small amounts of fruit when you come off the fast. I told her about my lemonade problem, and she recommended this powder drink that supposedly doesn't shock the body so much so you don't loose muscle mass. Unfortunately, it contained dairy, so that was a no-go. I ended up going to Whole Foods afterwards (it is an interesting experience, try it!) To find a vegan version of what she had. I was directed toward this vegan superfood thingy. It smelled good, and would probably be good in juice or a smoothy--not so much with water.
It's really kind of awful. I might be able to choke down one 8oz glass a day... maybe lemonade doesn't sound so bad after all.
Friday, June 13, 2008
GAS
I had been warned, but not prepared.
I know I had been told that there might be an adjustment period in transit to veganism--but oh! my-god! I (and Brett, poor soul) had put up with it for nearly a month, but it got to be painful, swelling, gut busting... and my cloths did not fit my bloated distended belly.
I went to the Good Life health store (wonderful people by the way) and he pointed me toward some vegan gas relief (that's right, most are not--??) and some digestion enzymes. These mainly help break down protein heavy meals, like beans, and wow, how they have helped.
As far as the fasting goes--Apryl may be right. There may be a greater force steering me away from this. Tuesday I took my bottle of lemonade to work at the coffee shop, took a sip and realized it was fermented. And not in a cool way. In a tart, fizzy way. It goes without saying, my taste for lemonade was not that great for the rest of the day.
At this point, I want to do it for myself not only spiritually, not only to cleanse my body, but also to do it because I set out to, and I want to finish it. I sometimes feel silly talking about it here, I know it can seem like just a lot of talk... but for me, now it serves another function. Saying I am going to accomplish something difficult, and daunting, and then doing it--start to finish.
I know I had been told that there might be an adjustment period in transit to veganism--but oh! my-god! I (and Brett, poor soul) had put up with it for nearly a month, but it got to be painful, swelling, gut busting... and my cloths did not fit my bloated distended belly.
I went to the Good Life health store (wonderful people by the way) and he pointed me toward some vegan gas relief (that's right, most are not--??) and some digestion enzymes. These mainly help break down protein heavy meals, like beans, and wow, how they have helped.
As far as the fasting goes--Apryl may be right. There may be a greater force steering me away from this. Tuesday I took my bottle of lemonade to work at the coffee shop, took a sip and realized it was fermented. And not in a cool way. In a tart, fizzy way. It goes without saying, my taste for lemonade was not that great for the rest of the day.
At this point, I want to do it for myself not only spiritually, not only to cleanse my body, but also to do it because I set out to, and I want to finish it. I sometimes feel silly talking about it here, I know it can seem like just a lot of talk... but for me, now it serves another function. Saying I am going to accomplish something difficult, and daunting, and then doing it--start to finish.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Derailed
...I haven't posted in a while--well, because other stuff happens sometimes. Like, that I thought I might have been pregnant. That made me put fasting on a back burner (duh). But I am not, so here I am, about to hop back on the rails.
Meanwhile, I have been obsessed with all kinds of vegan cooking. A sampling of what I have made so far: 2 kinds of pancakes, mac and "cheese", dumplings, and an assload of ice cream. It could quickly become a passion that pushes tattooing into the background, so I am having to stay focused (on my actual career).
Brett has decided to go vegetarian (occasional sushi, so pesca-tarian, really) I am very proud of him, and I am going to collect some data about how switching to vegetarianism reduces more C02 emissions than switching to his hybrid car. Nice!
...So, the plan is to wait for the "flow to ebb" and then jump into some lemonade. Headfirst.
Meanwhile, I have been obsessed with all kinds of vegan cooking. A sampling of what I have made so far: 2 kinds of pancakes, mac and "cheese", dumplings, and an assload of ice cream. It could quickly become a passion that pushes tattooing into the background, so I am having to stay focused (on my actual career).
Brett has decided to go vegetarian (occasional sushi, so pesca-tarian, really) I am very proud of him, and I am going to collect some data about how switching to vegetarianism reduces more C02 emissions than switching to his hybrid car. Nice!
...So, the plan is to wait for the "flow to ebb" and then jump into some lemonade. Headfirst.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Sunday Morning
I went to a yoga class lead by Sarla, she is so nice to take classes with. She is very open and has a great energy about her, and pushes you--but not too far. If you get a chance to take a lesson from her, you should. Next week she is doing a workshop for yoga and depression, not as a cure, but as a coping mechanism (Sarla is very open about her struggles with depression and how she lives with it).
...I am starting to reach a point in my life where I can't share many of my joys and goals with my family. I guess it might simply be a part of growing up. Parents say they want their children to be individuals, to be their own person, and no, they do not want to live their lives again through their offspring. Oh, but, how disappointed they are, when the life the kiddies decide to lead, is not the life they would have chosen.
Ah, well....
...I am starting to reach a point in my life where I can't share many of my joys and goals with my family. I guess it might simply be a part of growing up. Parents say they want their children to be individuals, to be their own person, and no, they do not want to live their lives again through their offspring. Oh, but, how disappointed they are, when the life the kiddies decide to lead, is not the life they would have chosen.
Ah, well....
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Green
So, my AC unit is out--again... and no repair man who comes to look can figure out why it keeps blowing fuses. Hence, our ac will only run for about 24 hrs at a time before it blows it's fuse.
And today is miserable. For the most part I feel sorry for our poor dogs cooped in this house-box while I work all these long days. But what has really started getting to me, is my envy of those who have air conditioning. It is walking out to my back door and hearing both of my neighbors units running.
Last night, as I lay with my windows cracked to relieve the stuffy-ness, I could hear the unit running next door and, for a moment, I could almost feel its frosty breeze... damnit.
And today is miserable. For the most part I feel sorry for our poor dogs cooped in this house-box while I work all these long days. But what has really started getting to me, is my envy of those who have air conditioning. It is walking out to my back door and hearing both of my neighbors units running.
Last night, as I lay with my windows cracked to relieve the stuffy-ness, I could hear the unit running next door and, for a moment, I could almost feel its frosty breeze... damnit.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Behold!
I went to Yoga last night, YEAH!!! And it was very good. I haven't been in a while, so today, I am super sore, but I feel good and sore.
I am also very bruised, and I don't know how or why, but I have been reading that it could be due to a or shortage of lack vitamin C and/or K. Right now, I look like I may be making an appearance on Jerry Springer soon.
Dude, the colors my skin can turn, it is something to behold.
I am also very bruised, and I don't know how or why, but I have been reading that it could be due to a or shortage of lack vitamin C and/or K. Right now, I look like I may be making an appearance on Jerry Springer soon.
Dude, the colors my skin can turn, it is something to behold.
Friday, May 16, 2008
Ready, Set...
Well, failed to go to yoga this morning. I did, however, succeed making a batch of carrot cake ice cream.
I had the worst coughing fits last night, so I chugged some TheraFlu cough medicine and passed out. I felt awful for missing this morning, BUT being a sleepy-ass has forced me to develop more of a home practice. I'm starting to wonder if I will ever kick this cough, and I am feeling a bit like I have let it (or let myself use it as an excuse to) put more than a few things on hold...
Fast starts Monday.
I had the worst coughing fits last night, so I chugged some TheraFlu cough medicine and passed out. I felt awful for missing this morning, BUT being a sleepy-ass has forced me to develop more of a home practice. I'm starting to wonder if I will ever kick this cough, and I am feeling a bit like I have let it (or let myself use it as an excuse to) put more than a few things on hold...
Fast starts Monday.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Ice Cream Dreams
I bought an ice cream maker Monday and today I got to try my hand at my first batch of vegan ice cream. I used a recipe I found online calling for soy yogurt. It's pretty good, but I only made a small batch, because I wasn't too sure how it was going to turn out. And while satisfying, it was missing...um, something.
THEN I found A Vegan Ice Cream Paradise. The recipe makes so much more sense (it calls for soy creamer and arrowroot to thicken) and I can hardly wait to just jump in and make tons of ice cream for my friends. Right now I am at work--dreaming about ice cream...
Lazy Girl
While I have stuck to the veganism, I have however slacked terribly with yoga. I have reasons for missing, but are they reasons, or excuses? I have been plagued with sinus problems and "The Cough", and this week I have been in my period. Yes, they are excuses. I have done some practicing at home, but I have to renew my commitment. So here I say, okay, no more 'reasons.' Get my ass together, go forth, and yoga.
Today, I missed because I am keeping Piper while Lisa is out of town, and she dropped her off this morning. While it is no Sarla class, it is for sure exercise to keep up with the three dogs. but Friday. and Sunday. I will go.
I have tentativly scheduled the fast to resume sometime after we have drinks with Caroline.
Today, I missed because I am keeping Piper while Lisa is out of town, and she dropped her off this morning. While it is no Sarla class, it is for sure exercise to keep up with the three dogs. but Friday. and Sunday. I will go.
I have tentativly scheduled the fast to resume sometime after we have drinks with Caroline.
No Reason
I just really like this picture. It is wind-blown snow at sunset, while we (Brett and I) were driving home from Nashville.
Monday, May 12, 2008
the sacred cow
I was doing some reading and I found this quote, I thought it was an interesting idea as to why cows should be revered.
"The human infant is fed breast milk by its human mother for under three years. After weaning, the cow acts as the surrogate mother providing milk for the rest of the human life-through childhood, adult age and old age. Cow is verily the mother of the world. One would be filled with repugnance at the ungrateful idea of killing mother, whether surrogate mother or otherwise." --Bhishma
Sunday, May 11, 2008
for caroline
I was sitting at the dining room table the other day, when I heard a racket outside the window. When I pulled back the blind, I saw a young bird-- adult feathers still coming in--sitting on the sill. Obviously a little freaked out, it had been learning to use it's wings and had barely made it to its new perch. It was breathing hard, slightly panicked, and after a second, it starting calling out. Cry after cry, looking around this way and that. I felt awful for it, it seemed like it was asking for mom, or anybody, but there was nobody to be found. After a while, it stopped crying, mustered up the courage and took off. Only a short distance, but it made it to a low lying tree limb. I almost gave a little cheer. Most creatures have to learn to walk, but if they stumble, they only have the distance between their head and feet to fall. But birds...wow. To jump from your safe, warm nest, into the world, relying on wings you have never tested before in your life.
Friday, May 9, 2008
The Cough
It has become it's own entity. Almost everyone I know or have met this spring has endured some form of it. Last night I, I was in tears--I thought my head was going to explode with every fit, until Brett went and got me some serious cough medicine that knocked me unconscious (if he had just hit me over the head I wouldn't care.)
Today I still have a killer headache, and feel rather puny, but functional. However, I am always 'functional' when I am sick. I mean, I CAN push through work--unless I am on the verge of hospitalization--but I would rather not have to. I guess that is why it is so hard for me to call in sick to work...ever. Because I can be there, even if I am little more than a warm body.
As much as I like the extra income from my second job at Otherlands, I am wondering how much it's actual worth is. Being sick and not having the time to fully get better has really made think about this. If I go in at O-Lands in the morning (where calling in sick is nearly impossible), I feel I need to go to work at the tattoo shop that night, even when I feel exhausted--though, usually, if it is not busy THEY will tell me to go on home.
The extra income has also been the reason I have had the financial freedom to pay for yoga classes. However... I never have enough time or energy (the sick) to actually go. So what's the fricken' point?
And with the 16 hr days three days a week--I feel like I've started to look older.
I want your opinions.
(to the question: 'should I quit?', not 'do I look older?')
***Once I am over this crap (and my period) I am restarting the fast. I am quite ready in my head-- I just have to wait for my body to catch up. I have found sticking to a vegan diet isn't so hard (I have been vegetarian for over 12 years, and I am already lactose-intolerant)--and I think it is evening out my blood sugar. As in, other than the menstruation-induced cravings, I am not all that hungry. so, yeah!***
Today I still have a killer headache, and feel rather puny, but functional. However, I am always 'functional' when I am sick. I mean, I CAN push through work--unless I am on the verge of hospitalization--but I would rather not have to. I guess that is why it is so hard for me to call in sick to work...ever. Because I can be there, even if I am little more than a warm body.
As much as I like the extra income from my second job at Otherlands, I am wondering how much it's actual worth is. Being sick and not having the time to fully get better has really made think about this. If I go in at O-Lands in the morning (where calling in sick is nearly impossible), I feel I need to go to work at the tattoo shop that night, even when I feel exhausted--though, usually, if it is not busy THEY will tell me to go on home.
The extra income has also been the reason I have had the financial freedom to pay for yoga classes. However... I never have enough time or energy (the sick) to actually go. So what's the fricken' point?
And with the 16 hr days three days a week--I feel like I've started to look older.
I want your opinions.
(to the question: 'should I quit?', not 'do I look older?')
***Once I am over this crap (and my period) I am restarting the fast. I am quite ready in my head-- I just have to wait for my body to catch up. I have found sticking to a vegan diet isn't so hard (I have been vegetarian for over 12 years, and I am already lactose-intolerant)--and I think it is evening out my blood sugar. As in, other than the menstruation-induced cravings, I am not all that hungry. so, yeah!***
Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Bad Ideas
Around 8pm Monday (after a great yoga class by Yo) my body pretty much revolted against me. Not that I can blame it, I was not really fully recovered from The Cough, and I'm also in full-swing PMS. I started running a fever, and I thoroughly wished I could remove my head for all the pounding. Brett was very sweet and took me to get (veggie) sushi....the first true test of my veganism. I passed, but now without some (much)sighing. I'm going to give it another go, once I am all better and in more peak form. Like, when I am not craving chocolate like an crack addict.
Brett asked if I would ever look at him differently for eating meat now that my eating habits come from an ethical outlook. I don't believe that would happen. Right now, I can think of all the delicious food that I will never eat again. I just don't know if I could enjoy it, now matter how amazing tuna, and salmon,...and hushpuppies with tater sauce from Soul Fish...are. I would be thinking the whole time of how that egg made it from the chicken (and what that chicken had to endure), into the mayonnaise, to my mouth. And there goes any enjoyment of tarter sauce.
Now I am starting to get a bit more soapbox-y, but not about 'M-E-A-T', but about how as people we have become so disconnected from our food and how it is produced. We never know the who, how, and where of our food. And we eat it. put it in our bodies. I believe so many issues with large corporations and their insatiable greed would be tempered if we knew what we were buying. EXACTLY what we were buying and how it got to our hands. That goes for food and clothes and, well, just about everything these days. We would probably buy a lot less of what we do now if we understood what is sacrificed for "affordable" product.
Brett asked if I would ever look at him differently for eating meat now that my eating habits come from an ethical outlook. I don't believe that would happen. Right now, I can think of all the delicious food that I will never eat again. I just don't know if I could enjoy it, now matter how amazing tuna, and salmon,...and hushpuppies with tater sauce from Soul Fish...are. I would be thinking the whole time of how that egg made it from the chicken (and what that chicken had to endure), into the mayonnaise, to my mouth. And there goes any enjoyment of tarter sauce.
Now I am starting to get a bit more soapbox-y, but not about 'M-E-A-T', but about how as people we have become so disconnected from our food and how it is produced. We never know the who, how, and where of our food. And we eat it. put it in our bodies. I believe so many issues with large corporations and their insatiable greed would be tempered if we knew what we were buying. EXACTLY what we were buying and how it got to our hands. That goes for food and clothes and, well, just about everything these days. We would probably buy a lot less of what we do now if we understood what is sacrificed for "affordable" product.
Monday, May 5, 2008
Hinduism
So, all I did was put Hinduism as an interest of mine in my profile and now blogger keeps trying to encourage me to write in my "native Indian script." How sweet. (that little pop up window is also accompanied by a cute little cartoon 'aum' symbol.")
Day 1
I was so excited to start the fast this morning, and maybe through a placebo effect, I felt not as sick as I have been feeling the past week. On top of the lemonade (and not eating), you are also suposed to do this saline laxative in the morning, and be near a bathroom for the next 1-2 hours. First, ack!! I could only get two gulps down and now 2 hours later I feel instead a little consipated. Maybe I will try the tea.
I tried to not drink the lemonade right away, instead waitng until the time I normally eat. That didn't last. Before long I was gulping it down. You see, while waiting to move brown, I thought I would watch some TV. It was about 15 min, until my previous un-hunger turned into, "ooh, townhouse cracker pretzels!" Then a little later finding myself entertaining the idea of one of those frozen childrens' meals with the penguin. Man, they advertise food A LOT on tv. So, I got online, and right there on my myspace homepage there were frozen Sonic treats. Wow, food is everywhere--and so is effective advertising.
I guess I haven't done too bad, 1:15pm and I have only drank about 10oz. But for TEN DAYS--I am gonna need more lemonade.
I tried to not drink the lemonade right away, instead waitng until the time I normally eat. That didn't last. Before long I was gulping it down. You see, while waiting to move brown, I thought I would watch some TV. It was about 15 min, until my previous un-hunger turned into, "ooh, townhouse cracker pretzels!" Then a little later finding myself entertaining the idea of one of those frozen childrens' meals with the penguin. Man, they advertise food A LOT on tv. So, I got online, and right there on my myspace homepage there were frozen Sonic treats. Wow, food is everywhere--and so is effective advertising.
I guess I haven't done too bad, 1:15pm and I have only drank about 10oz. But for TEN DAYS--I am gonna need more lemonade.
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