Somebody’s got a case of the Mondays…

Today started out fine, I guess. We both slept in a little bit, but I’d made the coffee last night so it was brewing by 6am. Just that extra little bit of sleep was nice.

The whole morning really just went off with every amount of normalcy that it could. My drive to work was even easy, arriving 5 minutes early. That’s when things went downhill.

My phone was ringing.

It was Todd. Not entirely out of the ordinary, but why would he call rather than text, like normal?

“Hi honey…umm…I just got in a car wreck.”

Blamo! Monday has officially arrived. Bastard Mondays.

The whole story is too long to tell here. And it’s rather boring, honestly. No fireworks, no injuries (thank God). So the car is at “the shop” and we’re waiting to be told if it’s repairable or if it’s a total.


Poor sad Cavalier. It’s been a good car. Hopefully we can get it fixed. Sigh.
Merry Christmas.

The Omnivore’s Dilemma…and my own

I know I talk about school a lot lately. Frankly, it’s just one of few things that are at the forefront of my mind right now. Justifiably so, if you ask me. I have a countdown clock on my Facebook…I think I’m sitting at somewhere around 400 days left until December 11, 2010 when at 9:00 in the morning I will happily collect my hard-earned degree and march myself right to brunch for some deserved mimosas.

I went a little crazy the other day, looking at the 2009 graduation announcements and junk. It was pretty exciting. Only three more semesters, and that’ll be me! I never got a class ring in high school because I opted for the letter jacket instead (which turned out to be a rather wise decision given that cheerleading often had me outside on snowy, cold October Friday nights…). Apparently people get class rings for their college graduation? I had no idea. But again, I went crazy and “personalized” a ring for myself (which I’ll probably never get because 1. it’s $700 and 2. do 30-year-olds really get class rings?)…you can inscribe the inside of the ring. I guess most people get their name inside. Mine would say “fucking finally…” Seriously. It would say that.

I have mostly been feeling very anxious about the next several months of my life. It’s going to be a lot of really hard work, more classes than I’ve ever crammed into a single semester. And I’m really excited about it! Except for the part where I have to take a freshman level Biology course to finish out some of my core credits. Grr. I hate science. Almost as much as I hate math, but nothing can top my hatred of math. I’m taking some classes that I’m not entirely amped about – Technical Writing being one of them – but in my effort to get moving along, it’s what I have to do. I’d rather take Magazine Writing so I’m holding out for that, but it’s only offered one semester a year. Hopefully I can get into that.

After so many years of suffering through classes that are both boring and required, it’s nice to finally be taking classes that mean something to me. One this semester in particular is really throwing my world for a loop. I didn’t think it would turn into this, but given the professor, I shouldn’t have been so naive. At face value, it’s just a class about rhetoric and film and how they relate to each other. Oh, how it has turned into SO much more. I am finding a yet-undiscovered passion for food that I didn’t think I had before. True, I’ve long had an affinity for fine foods and healthy foods (which aren’t ALWAYS mutually exclusive, but sometimes), but this class – especially lately – has really challenged me to consider where my food comes from and how it’s made (and treated, honestly).

I’m not going all PETA on everyone. I’m (probably) not even going to go vegetarian…again. But reading about and watching where food (meat) comes from is disturbing and eye-opening. I have always had a big heart for animals. Growing up, we had chickens and geese. Our neighbors had horses, sheep, chickens, turkeys, dogs, rabbits, you name it, most of which were used for either farmwork or for eventual food. And we all had pets. Granted, I had what I have termed “disposable pets” as they were by and large stray cats that lived in our barn. Hey, we lived on quite a lot of property and if a fox or raccoon got one of the cats, well that was just life. And it is.

I have also, for at least 15 years, held the view that cows and pigs and chickens are on this earth for the primary reason of providing us with food. Even when I was a staunch vegetarian for 5 years of my life, I held this view. It would be hard to change my mind.

However, I am also fundamentally opposed to the abuse of animals, pet or otherwise. I am horrified by the living conditions of cows and pigs in CAFOs (concentrated animal feeding operations….doesn’t that just SOUND awful?), not to mention chickens in egg production as well as those being bred for their meat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not some bleeding heart crazed animal rights person. But at the same time, is it really too much to ask a few simple things:
1. That animals be allowed to live their lives as animals, grazing free-range on grass rather than being force-fed a corn diet for which their bodies are ill-prepared to manage; and
2. That animals be allowed to die quickly, mercifully and with dignity.

At this juncture, I cannot even get into my major issues with the people running and/or working in slaughter houses.

All of this has really led Todd and me to reconsider how and what we eat. And there are a few ways in which we’ll be changing our habits, effective immediately.
1. We will no longer by produce that is not in season in Colorado
2. We will do everything in our power to purchase only Colorado-grown produce
3. We will no longer buy meat from the supermarket
4. We will only purchase grass-fed meat (I would prefer that the meat also be pastured, but am having some challenges finding that)
5. And if we can find a market for it, we will only buy Colorado-raised beef, chicken, and pork.

On top of the horrific animal conditions in CAFOs, I am also all for supporting sustainability and local economy.
I am not naive enough to think that CAFOs will ever go away. McDonald’s will continue to exist and will likely continue to by their product from the lowest bidder, no matter the human or animal cost. But what I do firmly believe is that I can change myself and I can attempt to change those around me. I won’t thrust my beliefs down your throat. I’ve never been okay with that. But if you want to know why I eat the way that I do, I’ll tell you. I won’t shy away from it.

If you are at all interested in changing the way you eat, I highly recommend doing two things: read The Omnivore’s Dilemma by Michael Pollan and watch Fast Food Nation (this is a narrative based on the book by Eric Schlosser)

Suggestions anyone?

Real Jobs I Would Like To Have:

  • Editor for a/any publishing house, specializing in children’s and YA fiction
  • Writer for a/any bridal website or magazine
  • Travel columnist
  • Editor for Westword (or something quite similar)
  • Editor for a/any health type magazine.

Anyone have any suggestions? I’m seriously asking.

Todd is working through this series on his own blog (initialdraft.blogspot.com) about writing. I’m wondering if I can do something similar regarding weddings? Just need to come up with more of a concept, I suppose. More ideas on what to write about. Suggestions, anyone?
I’m seriously asking.

Scheduling blurs…

Todd asked me yesterday what our upcoming plans were.
There’s quite a list:

Friday, I’m going to fashion show and he’s going to a cigar bar.
Saturday, he’s going to writer’s group and I’m studying then going to a bachelorette party.
Sunday, he’s running and I’m going to church, then the gym, then a bridal shower.
Monday, I have class at night.
Tuesday & Wednesday are standard fare.
Thursday, we’re trying to have dinner with some friends before their wedding.
Friday, no idea.
Saturday, I’m supposed to be going on a mini-roadtrip with Jill.

Ah, scheduling.
Frickin’ madness.

I think Todd often wonders how my brain works in order to keep all this crap straight…and then I think he thinks “Oh hell no…I’m not getting into that!”

Hippies Unite!

It came up in conversation at work the other day that I am a hippie.

Not a dirty hippie, mind you. I shower every single day (but will admit to skipping a shower on the weekend from time to time) and don’t generally wear hemp or whatever, but I am an openly yuppie hippie.

I don’t eat high fructose corn syrup or trans-fat.
I prefer alternative medicines and don’t drug myself whenever possible (my new-found allergies require some heavy duty drugs for which there is not a natural cure as far as I can tell).
I’d rather walk or ride bikes than drive a car.
I love being outside.

So if that makes me a hippie, then I am a loud and proud urban yuppie hippie.

Exercises in Futility?

Goals are important for me. I think they’re important for everyone.

Everyone needs to have something to work toward. I hate change, but change in the sense of personal betterment is a different thing entirely.

Stagnation is an absolute killer. In stagnation is where we meet complacency. I’m pretty staunchly against complacency. I’m against it because it is both boring and dangerous.

I think that complacency leads to an underlying desire to never change. And when we don’t change, we stop learning. Which ultimately leads to ignorance. And I refuse to be ignorant…about anything. Politics, philosophy, religion, life, anything…there should always be a desire to learn, change, and grow from learning from and about these things (and so much more).

And so, for the next 15 weeks, I am choosing to learn from the last several years of my life (as respects my schedule v. school) and change my patterns of behavior.

I am terrible about keeping in contact with people. I see people on Facebook from when I lived in Canada (a year that, without question, ranks highly on the list of Best Years of My Life) that I just never talk to. I find that disturbing and even more so when I find that all of those people are still talking to each other and yet I am so uninvolved in their lives. These are people that I shared one of the most important years of my life with and I am in constant contact with NONE of them. And of my year in Minnesota (that ranks highest on the list of Worst Years of My Life), I am in constant contact with exactly ONE of those people. I may have hated every second that I was there, but there are at least a handful of people that I connected with dearly and just don’t talk to anymore. It’s strange.

And as my life continues this progression of…life, I find that I have fewer friends than ever before, but the ones that I have, I count as precious. Yet at the same time I say that, I also have to reprimand myself a little bit for not making more time to cultivate those relationships. I cannot remember the last time *I* called someone else to catch up, hang out, anything.

The next 15 weeks will be an exercise that hopefully will not end in futility. I intend to spend time with at least one girl friend at least one time each week, regardless of day or time.

Additionally, this is an exercise in creating free time for myself. Something that I have been historically bad at doing.

Here goes nothin’….

The Britney Show

Most of you know that back in April 2009, four of my friends and I descended up on Las Vegas for the Britney Spear Circus Tour (at the MGM Grand Garden Arena). Holy hell, did we have a ton of fun! It was the first of what will be MANY “Girls Trips” … woo hoo!

As is my way with many concerts, I enjoy dressing up in that concert’s theme. For example, when Laura and I went to the Madonna show, we were pretty 80s-tastic about it. For the Poison/Cinderella show, we white-trashed it up a bit. For the Godsmack show, I was in knee-high Doc Martens and a short leather dress. You get the idea.

So for the Britney show, we all decided to find a Britney costume from one of her videos or appearances and wear that to the show.

Here were the final choices:

From left to right, here are the original Britney costumes (I think we did rather well, considering our meager budgets!):

Laura as Womanizer Britney (the waitress):

Micah as Slave 4 U Britney (VMAs):

Steph as Me Against The Music Britney:

Nikki as Womanizer Britney (the secretary):

Chandra as Piece of Me Britney:

This was, without a doubt, one of the most fun shows I have EVER been to and I was so glad that I got to go with such a fantastic group of girls (who also indulged my desire to dress up for shows…what great sports they are)! It should be noted that my costume is the primary reason I started my insane quest to lose weight and get back in shape (Weight Watchers, running, and Jillian Michaels…I think it worked out all right)…

One of the best parts of the weekend happened as we were walking out of our hotel to the show when “old man winter” about fell off his damn barstool watching us walk by! HILARITY! The girls also enforced the rule that at some point in the night, I was to walk in front of them while talking to myself so as to appear….nuts. It happened. We laughed.

Most ironic part of the weekend was when we walked outside our hotel on the way to the show and some random guy just happened to have a GIANT ASS SNAKE for people to touch, feel, hold, whatever. How ironic that I was dressed in THAT outfit and this guy has a snake. Weird. It seemed a bit too coincidental not to at least hold the thing…which I was terrified of doing, but did anyway (with a bit of coercion and help from the snake’s owner):

(yes, I was as scared as I look)
All in all, one hell of a show, one hell of a trip, one hell of a group of friends.
What next???

Late August musings….

I feel like I haven’t blogged in a really long time. That’s probably not true, but that’s what it feels like.

A brief update:
We went to Alaska during the first week of August…it was way hotter there than expected. Who goes to AK and expects to have 80*F+? Not me! We had a really good time and kind of want to go back. That’s the problem with traveling…you always want to re-visit the places you’ve been, but there are so many other places you haven’t been to yet! All said, we’ll probably head back to Victoria, BC in the near-ish future to drink more local beer and generally hang out in Canada again (since we love it there).

My fall semester is in full swing, although it hardly feels like it. I’ve been a bit of a slacker this week and really need to quit doing that so that I don’t fall behind. I’m glad to be taking upper-division classes again. Last semester was painful and rather boring with all the freshman level classes. Gross. My work load appears that it will be quite a bit less than in the summer, but more attention to detail and research will be required, which I’m fine with. I have exactly 4 assignments in one of my classes. Nice. Just show up to class, participate, and write quality papers and I’m home free. Why is it that my upper-div classes seem easier than the lower? Probably because they’re courses I care about and am interested in, rather than just hum-drum crap that I *have* to do, per the university’s requirements. I can dig it.

What I really can’t believe is that summer is over. Frankly, I don’t think it ever showed up. I can count on one hand the days we had temps at 90*F or higher. That’s a crummy summer, if you ask me. However, we did a lot of really fun things so if the temps are all the kept me down, it’s not that bad. I would have liked to spend more afternoons at the pool, in any case.

As a brief aside, I love to eat.

Thank God for Weight Watchers and Jillian Michaels!