So I popped a bottle of champagne and we just suffered through the Gaga, and no way I can drink more than this half glass. Will the vacuum cork thing keep the bubbles in until tomorrow breakfast mimosas?
It has not been a good night. Chris and I fought hard about dealing with Tyler’s lack of get-up-and-go anywhere or do anything.
This week last year I was purchasing productivity apps every five minutes.
I’ve only used two of them with any regularity, but I hope I remember to claim them on my taxes.
I’m tense. Very tense.
I found out last night that the grant proposal I submitted to a local foundation to pay for some EBT program promotion for the market was funded.
I’m still pretty freaking tense.
I found out today that Lila doesn’t go back to school until Tuesday. She’s been off for two weeks. My Monday writing day that I had planned now includes one cranky eight year old up my ass every two minutes.
We rarely fight, Chris and I, and now I have a stomach ache.
Actually, my stomach really hurts. I wonder if I’m finally getting my turn with the tummy bug that’s been sweeping through Kent for the last two weeks. Great, I’m supposed to have a house full tomorrow night.
I’ve finally come to the logical conclusion that starting a wood-fired pizza business when I’m so obviously unable to digest wheat is a really bad idea. You’ll only hear me mentioning it in a sarcastically wistful fashion from here on out.
I wonder if a mobile raw food situation would fly in Kent. The land of pizza. Sigh.
I’m out of things.
I realize that I failed in that regard.
::shoves soapbox under desk::
Horrifying story from Mother Jones detailing The FDA’s Christmas Present for Factory Farms. In a nutshell, the FDA has decided not to pursue its decades-long quest to limit the routine use of antibiotics on animal farms, ruling instead that now it will support voluntary reform.
Now, it should be remembered that the original goal of the FDA to curb antibiotic use in such farms was not born from deference for the health and well-being of the animals. This isn’t lefty animal lib hysteria, but because, as noted here, even by 1977, “it was already obvious that routine use of these drugs would generate antibiotic-resistant pathogens that endanger humans.” You know, the kind of thing the FDA is really designed to care about.
Yet the real horror of the story is not merely the stark statistic above, which should surely strike fear into the heart of all, but the insanity of the idea that somehow the billion-dollar meat industry is suddenly going to voluntarily curb its antibiotic use in a moment of thoughtful self-regulation. We KNOW that doesn’t happen, right? And then, of course, there’s writer Tom Philpott’s “oh right, duh” conclusion: it’s the money, stupid. As he writes, the action “could be a signal that the FDA is delaying real action until after the 2012 election, in an effort to keep meat-industry “dark money” from flowing to President Obama’s opponent. In 2011, the Obama administration has acted repeatedly to appease agribussiness interests.”
What a pathetic, craven world we live in.
Healthy meat is more expensive. Eat less meat, and when you treat yourself and your family, buy from a farmer whose hand you’ve shaken, and who has told you about how he or she raises the animals. Grassfed if possible. The factory food system is not safe for human consumption, safe for the Earth, or remotely mindful to the life of the beast we enjoy eating. Only we can stop this insanity, one purchase at a time.
I don’t have time for this shit again.
There are four empty wine bottles and an empty Prosecco bottle on the counter, and there were only four people drinking.
It’s a Christmas miracle!
Elevated heart rate? Check.
Sweating so hard she changed into shorts and a tank top? Check.
Three tall glasses of water already? Check.
Legs so tired she keeps kneeling and the game tells her she might need to rest for a bit?Check.
Glad we changed our minds again and let Santa bring it? Check.