Hey all,
Short entry. Just want to let you all know I won't be writing on here anymore. Got sick of Blogger and wanted to try something new.
You can now find my blog here: http://littlespastic.wordpress.com/
So far I only have the most recent posts and the earliest posts. Middle ones will hopefully be up soon. I'll leave this post up for a month or so and then I'll be deleting this blog completely so if you would (for those of you who actually read this) please leave a comment on either this website or my new one to let me know you saw this message. Thanks!
LittleSpastic Out.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Back to square one...
It has long been my dream to build my own little ecosystem. I want to buy a piece of land and on it have a garden where I would grow all the fruits and vegetables and nuts I would ever want so I would never have to buy anything from the store ever again.
This dream started as a response to my Father's conspiracy theories, my Grandfather's rants about how nothing in the grocery store was safe to eat anymore due to pesticides and hormones, and my own understanding (even as a small child) that humanity's actions could only lead to the destruction of the world. I decided that the only way to live safely in this world was to grow everything myself. This dream changed over the years, adopting further dimension from my fascination and love for the history of the native Americans, and gaining determination from my desire to "Save Mother Earth" by taking no more than I was willing to give back (or in my case, take no more than I had already put there to begin with). And now, thanks to my interaction with the All Organic Whole Foods crowd, I am finally gaining the know-how and motivation to put it into practice.
Along the road to achieving my goal, I've hit a few potholes. The first problem spot was when I witnessed a cow being butchered at a classmate's farm and realized (while watching the blood pour onto the ground and just before I blacked out) that I would never be able to kill an animal for meat. I considered becoming a vegetarian (and I'm still considering it) but I had a close friend who was a vegetarian and therefore got to witness first hand what a pain it could be to always have to warn people before you come over for dinner and always have to request special meals in the lunch room. Also, pasta just doesn't feel right without some sort of meat mixed in.
I solved that problem with fish. Now, I totally consider fish valid living creatures with souls and lives and I am 100% against them being killed needlessly...but for some reason I have no problem picking one up and smacking it's head against a rock and then roasting it over a fire and then picking the meat off it's bones while it's lifeless eyes stare back at me. Fish is the only creature I have no problem killing with my own two hands. I don't even like killing squirrels or bugs...I don't know why this is, and I'm trying very hard not to question it. There's a food out there that's full of good staying-alive nutrients and isn't terribly hard to cultivate that I'm not only okay with eating, I'm totally excited to eat it! Fish is, like, one of my top 5 foods, it even rivals chocolate. Maybe it's my cat-like personality? Whatever.
Anyway, pothole two arrived when I realized how much room a cow needs. Especially when you consider that my animal indulgent tendencies would demand that I get said cow a friend/boyfriend so it wouldn't be lonely (and/or to make little baby cows before the mommy cow died of old age...or for steaks). It occurred to me that a much simpler plan would be to get goats and drink goat milk. Problem solved, right? But first I must try goat's milk to make sure it was something I would be okay with drinking every day for the rest of my life. So I set off on my quest to buy Goat's Milk.
I was very puzzled by how difficult it is to find goat's milk in any grocery store, and also by the fact that, upon finding it at last, there was only one brand and it came in all sorts of strange fruity flavors (blueberry flavored milk? really?). However, after buying the only available bottle of plain flavored goat's milk, and upon trying a small sip of said milk, it all became clear. Answer: Goat's milk has the exact same taste as a tub of all natural plain yogurt I threw away immediately after opening it a few weeks back because I as convinced it was bad. This milk is brand new, so I would hope it's not bad. It just tastes like crap. And the blueberry flavoring totally makes sense now. Immediately after taking my first sip I started looking around for something I could mix it with to make it taste better.
Looks like I'm buying a cow.
LittleSpastic Out.
This dream started as a response to my Father's conspiracy theories, my Grandfather's rants about how nothing in the grocery store was safe to eat anymore due to pesticides and hormones, and my own understanding (even as a small child) that humanity's actions could only lead to the destruction of the world. I decided that the only way to live safely in this world was to grow everything myself. This dream changed over the years, adopting further dimension from my fascination and love for the history of the native Americans, and gaining determination from my desire to "Save Mother Earth" by taking no more than I was willing to give back (or in my case, take no more than I had already put there to begin with). And now, thanks to my interaction with the All Organic Whole Foods crowd, I am finally gaining the know-how and motivation to put it into practice.
Along the road to achieving my goal, I've hit a few potholes. The first problem spot was when I witnessed a cow being butchered at a classmate's farm and realized (while watching the blood pour onto the ground and just before I blacked out) that I would never be able to kill an animal for meat. I considered becoming a vegetarian (and I'm still considering it) but I had a close friend who was a vegetarian and therefore got to witness first hand what a pain it could be to always have to warn people before you come over for dinner and always have to request special meals in the lunch room. Also, pasta just doesn't feel right without some sort of meat mixed in.
I solved that problem with fish. Now, I totally consider fish valid living creatures with souls and lives and I am 100% against them being killed needlessly...but for some reason I have no problem picking one up and smacking it's head against a rock and then roasting it over a fire and then picking the meat off it's bones while it's lifeless eyes stare back at me. Fish is the only creature I have no problem killing with my own two hands. I don't even like killing squirrels or bugs...I don't know why this is, and I'm trying very hard not to question it. There's a food out there that's full of good staying-alive nutrients and isn't terribly hard to cultivate that I'm not only okay with eating, I'm totally excited to eat it! Fish is, like, one of my top 5 foods, it even rivals chocolate. Maybe it's my cat-like personality? Whatever.
Anyway, pothole two arrived when I realized how much room a cow needs. Especially when you consider that my animal indulgent tendencies would demand that I get said cow a friend/boyfriend so it wouldn't be lonely (and/or to make little baby cows before the mommy cow died of old age...or for steaks). It occurred to me that a much simpler plan would be to get goats and drink goat milk. Problem solved, right? But first I must try goat's milk to make sure it was something I would be okay with drinking every day for the rest of my life. So I set off on my quest to buy Goat's Milk.
I was very puzzled by how difficult it is to find goat's milk in any grocery store, and also by the fact that, upon finding it at last, there was only one brand and it came in all sorts of strange fruity flavors (blueberry flavored milk? really?). However, after buying the only available bottle of plain flavored goat's milk, and upon trying a small sip of said milk, it all became clear. Answer: Goat's milk has the exact same taste as a tub of all natural plain yogurt I threw away immediately after opening it a few weeks back because I as convinced it was bad. This milk is brand new, so I would hope it's not bad. It just tastes like crap. And the blueberry flavoring totally makes sense now. Immediately after taking my first sip I started looking around for something I could mix it with to make it taste better.
Looks like I'm buying a cow.
LittleSpastic Out.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Living Au Natural in a Synthetic Plastic World.
Lately I've been on a serious all-natural kick. My shampoo is all natural, my face wash and lotion is all natural...aaaaand that's all I've gotten to so far. I really wish everything in my home was 100% natural and made with ingredients I RECOGNIZE. No isopropyl and propylene glycol. What the fuck are those?
But it's just really hard to live all natural in the united states...especially when you're forced to live in the city because of your job and you're broke and crummy over-processed crap is way cheaper than all natural goodness.
(Little insert: check out this movie. It's not the best movie ever made by a long shot and the people kind of annoyed me but it has some good info and ideas and is a pretty good conversation starter. There's also a book that looks like it would probably be better than the movie but I haven't read it yet so...)
My dream? Live on a little farm somewhere with enough room for a garden big enough to grow all my own fruits and vegetables (and maybe even my own wheat for flour), a couple chickens for my own eggs, and a cow (or goat) for my own milk.
In the meantime, I'm just going to have to do as well as I can with what's available to me. I'm really excited to be leaving the country because I won't be spending money on rent or utilities and will be able to save up some extreme amounts of dough. Then when I get back I plan to get a much cheaper place than the one I'm in right now to continue saving. So hopefully I'll be able to afford all those nice fruits and vegetables.
And while I'm out-of-country I'm going to go ahead and try to start getting myself in the "au natural" groove. I'll be putting one of my friends in charge of care packages with a monthly allowance. She's really into all natural stuff to and knows way more about it than I do. She's also in the same situation I am with the poverty and forced urban living so I trust her to pick out stuff that's not only all natural, but also stuff I really need and can use. Also she's a girl with amazing taste in all things cute and nifty so I trust her care packages to be not only useful but also fun and uplifting.
LittleSpastic Out.
But it's just really hard to live all natural in the united states...especially when you're forced to live in the city because of your job and you're broke and crummy over-processed crap is way cheaper than all natural goodness.
(Little insert: check out this movie. It's not the best movie ever made by a long shot and the people kind of annoyed me but it has some good info and ideas and is a pretty good conversation starter. There's also a book that looks like it would probably be better than the movie but I haven't read it yet so...)
My dream? Live on a little farm somewhere with enough room for a garden big enough to grow all my own fruits and vegetables (and maybe even my own wheat for flour), a couple chickens for my own eggs, and a cow (or goat) for my own milk.
In the meantime, I'm just going to have to do as well as I can with what's available to me. I'm really excited to be leaving the country because I won't be spending money on rent or utilities and will be able to save up some extreme amounts of dough. Then when I get back I plan to get a much cheaper place than the one I'm in right now to continue saving. So hopefully I'll be able to afford all those nice fruits and vegetables.
And while I'm out-of-country I'm going to go ahead and try to start getting myself in the "au natural" groove. I'll be putting one of my friends in charge of care packages with a monthly allowance. She's really into all natural stuff to and knows way more about it than I do. She's also in the same situation I am with the poverty and forced urban living so I trust her to pick out stuff that's not only all natural, but also stuff I really need and can use. Also she's a girl with amazing taste in all things cute and nifty so I trust her care packages to be not only useful but also fun and uplifting.
LittleSpastic Out.
Out of the country self-improvement plan.
THE PLAN:
Keep myself isolated from all the things that distract me (friends, family issues, internet, tv, games) and use this opportunity to do all the things I keep saying I'm going to do and then coming up with excuses not to.
I plan to use the internet only enough to keep in touch with family and keep up with my blog and I'm going to spend the rest of my time doing things to better myself, things I've been wanting to do for years, such as:
1) Learn to play guitar.
2) Finish writing a book (I've got enough of them started I should be able to finish AT LEAST one).
3) Write in my blog EVERY DAY, no more fucking excuses.
4) Exercise EVERY DAY. Make it a routine to the point I get addicted and can't function without it.
5) Eat healthy. I need to find out about access to fruits and vegetables, but the plan is to start having smoothies for most of my meals. And not Jamba Juice style with the sherbert and sugar and crap in it. All natural smoothies with nothing more than fruit, vegetables, herbs, some all natural juice, maybe some goat's milk, and some powdered supplements like protein and flax seed.
6) Be all natural. This is going to be the hardest since where I'm going I'm pretty sure there's no Whole Foods or Trader Joe's or hippy-tastic Farmer's Markets. However, this is also the one I care the most about so hopefully I'll be able to summon enough determination to make it possible.
LittleSpastic Out.
Video fail and foreign travel.
Recently made a vague attempt at video blogging...turns out Blogger doesn't get along well with videos. Now, I am on the search for a new website to put my blog on (but don't tell the Blogger company). Looking into Wordpress since that's the website most of my favorite blogs are on but I've been having fail-tastic luck making an account with them. I keep forgetting to set it up as a "blog" account instead of a "username only" account. And who the hell makes it so you can't delete your account? Idiots...
So keep an eye out for changes, you may have to update your subscription (for the two people who actually pay any attention to this blog anyway...).
In the meantime, here's what's new in my neck of the woods:
I'm leaving the country for a while. I'm super excited about this for a multitude of reasons.
A) It gave me an acceptable excuse to get out of the Lease From Hell. My apartment complex's management can shove it up their ass.
B) I'm getting out of texas.
C) I'm finally going to be able to say I've visited another country. It is totally unacceptable for someone as obsessed with foreign cultures and ideas as I am to have never left her own country.
D) My bills will be cut down to about a third while I'm down there so I'll finally be able to save up some money. No more Top Ramen for me!
E) And this is the most important one. I'm going to be separated from friends and family and everything I know. The internet where I'm going apparently fails. And I'm going to be thrown into a group where girls are grossly outnumbered by horny little boys. Now, I don't think I'm any great beauty...but I do attract a ridiculous amount of unnecessary attention even in situations where girls are the majority. All these things combined mean I'm pretty much going to be living like a hermit while I'm done there.
Now, I was later told that the internet is great if you go to a local internet cafe, you just can't get it in your room, and that even in your room you could still do things like e-mail and facebook, you just can't get video streaming and online games. I was also told that I could get television no problem and that there's plenty of restaurants and bars and even a golf course. I'm ignoring all of these things. Based on the original information I began to formulate a plan and I'm sticking with that plan.
LittleSpastic Out.
So keep an eye out for changes, you may have to update your subscription (for the two people who actually pay any attention to this blog anyway...).
In the meantime, here's what's new in my neck of the woods:
I'm leaving the country for a while. I'm super excited about this for a multitude of reasons.
A) It gave me an acceptable excuse to get out of the Lease From Hell. My apartment complex's management can shove it up their ass.
B) I'm getting out of texas.
C) I'm finally going to be able to say I've visited another country. It is totally unacceptable for someone as obsessed with foreign cultures and ideas as I am to have never left her own country.
D) My bills will be cut down to about a third while I'm down there so I'll finally be able to save up some money. No more Top Ramen for me!
E) And this is the most important one. I'm going to be separated from friends and family and everything I know. The internet where I'm going apparently fails. And I'm going to be thrown into a group where girls are grossly outnumbered by horny little boys. Now, I don't think I'm any great beauty...but I do attract a ridiculous amount of unnecessary attention even in situations where girls are the majority. All these things combined mean I'm pretty much going to be living like a hermit while I'm done there.
Now, I was later told that the internet is great if you go to a local internet cafe, you just can't get it in your room, and that even in your room you could still do things like e-mail and facebook, you just can't get video streaming and online games. I was also told that I could get television no problem and that there's plenty of restaurants and bars and even a golf course. I'm ignoring all of these things. Based on the original information I began to formulate a plan and I'm sticking with that plan.
LittleSpastic Out.
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Why I'm In Love...
Completely unrelated to my journey of self-improvement..except maybe for the fact that I recognized how beautiful and precious this moment was and wanted to share it with...well...anyone who ever reads this. But mostly this is just something silly and different. Enjoy!
Me:"...why are you poking my bellybutton?"
Him:"I love your bellybutton..."
Me:*chooses to ignore him*
Him:*stares*
Me:*ignores*
Him:*stares*
Me:*finally snaps*"...WHAT?!!!!"
Him:"...and all your other B's..."
Me:"..."
Him:"...your breasts..."
Me:"..."
Him:"...your bum..."
Me:"..."
Him:"...your buuu....eyeballs."
Me:"My bibles?"
Him:"Shh...your b-ears."
Me:"Oh, for heaven's...my beers? Really?"
Him:"Your b-elbow...your binkey finger..."
Me:"My binkey finger?"
Him:"Yeah...cause you used it to hold your binkey!"
Me:"...But I held my binkey on my pointer finger..."
Him:"Then I love that finger, too! And I love your...um...oh! Your bicep! I love your bicep! Ha! I thought of one!"
Me:"...."
Him:"...what?"
Me:*sigh of exasperation* "I love you..."
Him:*beaming smile* "I love you too honey!"
End.
LittleSpastic Out
Me:"...why are you poking my bellybutton?"
Him:"I love your bellybutton..."
Me:*chooses to ignore him*
Him:*stares*
Me:*ignores*
Him:*stares*
Me:*finally snaps*"...WHAT?!!!!"
Him:"...and all your other B's..."
Me:"..."
Him:"...your breasts..."
Me:"..."
Him:"...your bum..."
Me:"..."
Him:"...your buuu....eyeballs."
Me:"My bibles?"
Him:"Shh...your b-ears."
Me:"Oh, for heaven's...my beers? Really?"
Him:"Your b-elbow...your binkey finger..."
Me:"My binkey finger?"
Him:"Yeah...cause you used it to hold your binkey!"
Me:"...But I held my binkey on my pointer finger..."
Him:"Then I love that finger, too! And I love your...um...oh! Your bicep! I love your bicep! Ha! I thought of one!"
Me:"...."
Him:"...what?"
Me:*sigh of exasperation* "I love you..."
Him:*beaming smile* "I love you too honey!"
End.
LittleSpastic Out
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Earning My Shower
So, I've been kind of sucking with this whole "daily blog" business. Rest assured I have a decent excuse for that.
My excuse:
I'm leaving the country soon and will be gone for a long time. This means that:
A) I have a LOT to do in a short time. Not the least of which is getting rid of all the stuff I don't need (cause storage is expensive) and getting started on packing up the stuff I do need. This is huge cause...I have a lot of shit. ^.^
and
B) I'm trying to spend as much time as possible with my husband because he will not be coming with me and communications will be very difficult where I'm going. This is especially important because, as you probably know, things haven't been 100% awesome with us since we moved to Texas. Stressed and emotionally fried and overall not very happy with our current situation has led to us taking a lot of stuff out on each other that we know we shouldn't and starting big fights over stuff that we both know doesn't matter in the slightest. Therefore, it's especially vital that we make sure we have as much happy positive and emotional healing time before I leave so that those will be the memories we carry of each other while we are separated.
Hence, writing gets put on the way side in favor of more important things. Good news is, however, that I will most likely be writing like a FIEND while I'm out of the country simply because I'll have nothing better to do. I'll also be using that time to do other things I've been meaning to do and haven't such as practicing my guitar and working out EVERY DAY.
Which brings me to why I'm writing today. I worked out today all on my own. And I did a REAL workout, not just dancing (although my dancing seems to be working quite well, lately random people at work have been asking me if I've lost weight and my husband pointed out that I'm starting to show ab definition). I did a workout by Zuzana of whom I am a HUGE fan. Check out her website at www.BodyRock.Tv She's so amazing not only because her workouts are HARD even for the gym rat marine boys I work with but also because of all the other things she does like illustrating how all her workouts can be changed to be easier on beginners while still challenging them and putting up little informational bits changes she makes to her diet to get leaner muscles and things she and her husband do to be more up beat and positive in their lives.
Anway, did one of her workouts today. Got myself nice and sweaty and exhausted and earned my shower. Yay!
Now I'm off to organize some clothes. See ya later!
LittleSpastic Out.
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