Earth Day is every day. We should be trying to reduce our carbon footprint and do our part to preserve the resources on our planet every day. The choices we make greatly contribute to the well being of this world OR help to destroy our environment every day.
Most people are unaware of the irreversible damage the factory farming industry has on our environment. On my journey to no longer partake in the unethical treatment of animals by becoming a vegetarian I am also choosing to help preserve the planet’s resources. Here are a few facts that you may find shocking:
Livestock farming is responsible for vast amounts of greenhouse gas emissions. A staggering 18-20% of these emissions come from the farming of animals. The world’s entire transportation system including planes, trains, and automobiles is responsible for 13%.
The #1 source of methane gas is agriculture. Methane is 23 times more powerful than greenhouse gas and animal agriculture produces more than 100 million tons of methane a year.
The release of carbon dioxide, nitrous oxide and methane are making our climate change and raising animals is the largest source of these emissions!
Over 30% of our land mass is used for grazing animals and almost half of our water supply goes to factory farming. Growing crops for these animals to be fattened and then killed requires nearly half of our water supply and 80% of our agricultural land. This puts a huge strain on our water supply!
One pound of potatoes takes 99.6% less water to produce than a pound of beef. It sickens me how much water is wasted to raise an animal only to kill it. Why wouldn’t we just eat the crops directly?! Wasting our resources to satisfy our palate just doesn’t seem right.
If you gave up eating beef you would save over 300,000 gallons of water a year which is way more than you would save if you didn’t shower for an entire year. Crazy but true.
Animals eat way more food than the meat that they can produce and doing this requires way more land than crops. It takes 16 pounds of grain to produce a single pound of meat and they eat over 70% of all the grain we produce. They are like backwards food factories as well. It is such a waste to go through all that when we could use our land to grow vegetables that WE can eat directly and skip the whole over feeding and murdering process of the animal! Duh.
Oh and even if they are grass fed which many see as the healthier choice of meat, this takes even MORE land per unit of meat. Animal farming is a waste of land plain and simple. There are over one billion head of cattle on this planet weighing twice as much as the human population!
If the entire world ate like the meat obsessed U.S. people do our petroleum resources would be depleted in less than 11 years. If we switched to a mostly vegetarian country we could cut our oil imports by about 60%.
The demand for meat is so ridiculously out of control (it has tripled since 1960) that land is in great demand leading to the destruction of beautiful rainforests and wilderness. Over 70% of amazon rainforests is now used for grazing animals. The burning of these forests exudes millions of toxins and carbon dioxide into our air and is destroying our atmosphere! Not to mention the thousands of creatures that are becoming extinct due to the loss of their environment.
There is so much livestock in this country that they produce over 250,000 pounds of waste per SECOND. No shit. That’s 20 times as much a humans. This waste gets washed into our rivers and lakes because there are no sewage systems. This waste is filled with nitrates,bacteria, ammonia,etc. and kills plant and animal life continuously. The meat industry is responsible for three times as much harmful waste as all the other industries in the U.S. combined. WOW.
By choosing to no longer eat animals you will effectively reduce your carbon footprint, even more than if you drove a hybrid according to a recent study done at Chicago University.
Every conversation about about global warming should be based around switching to a vegetarian diet because there is nothing more harmful to our environment than eating animals.
Save lives. Save the planet. Choose to eat for a healthier world and keep our earth happy!
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Saturday, April 21, 2012
"So how do you get your protein?"
When stating that I no longer choose to eat animals, an obligatory response from the carnivores of the world is to look at me and inquire with a puzzled look “So how do you get your protein?” This has become almost comical for a variety of reasons. Here is just the short list:
1.) Have you ever heard of anyone suffering from a protein deficiency? Ever. Of course not. The question gets posed regarding protein as if this is some dire emergency situation--OMG how am I going to get my protein?! ((GASP)) If I don’t eat steak and chicken and turkey will I be protein deficient?!?! This makes me giggle.
2.) Anyone in their right mind would know that the dairy and meat industries in this country have done a fine job through use of manipulative advertising and backwards food pyramids to warp the minds of every being on the planet into believing that without eggs, milk, and animal products we will somehow have an inadequate amount of protein in our diets. This is one of the most well orchestrated deceptions told to the American public. I am educated so I know this is inaccurate and it’s just another means to make more money through the use of false information.
3.) I always want to respond by saying a statement like “Why do you care?!” Or “How do you get your anti-inflammatories?” <----which would sound as dumb to them as the protein question does to me.
Why are meat eaters so fricking obsessed with protein anyway? And why do people think that meat is the only thing that has protein in it?! Nuts, beans, tofu, vegetables, and a variety of other things contain protein and a healthier form of it at that. I shouldn’t have to give some quizzical prick a run down on all my protein rich vegetables and nuts I consume only for them to murmur a “Hmm” response. I don’t have to justify my diet to you although I would love to educate the uninformed carnivores out there and state a few facts such as:
1.) The Western diet contains an almost excessive amount of protein. Too much protein can be harmful and stress out your kidneys and disable your organs from ridding toxins from your body. Perhaps that is why vegetarians have a 60% less chance of heart disease and cardiovascular disease. Not to mention a 50% reduction in the rate of cancer. Also, other countries consume almost 50% less protein than us Americans and are about 70% healthier. They also get the majority of their protein from plants. Think about it.
2.) It has been proven ten times over that we do NOT need that much protein to maintain a healthy diet averaging around .36 grams per pound of body weight. I am not a heavy weight lifter that bases my diet around massive protein consumption so my day does not revolve around how much protein I’m consuming. I don’t think about it because I don’t need to and besides I get more than enough protein in my belly by 8 a.m. every morning by a fabulous vanilla whey protein shake and some organic peanut butter.
3.) The way I get my protein through plants is actually healthier as well because meat has to be cooked prior to consumption. Any idiot knows that up to 50% of protein is lost through this process leaving little to be absorbed during the digestion. My spinach and veggies eaten raw are easily absorbed amino acids and turn into direct energy while maintaining ALL of their beautiful protein. My digestion is easier and my poop is cleaner. Just sayin’
4.) A person would actually have to “try” to become protein deficient on a vegetarian diet. Eating fruits and vegetables and getting enough calories makes it impossible to not get enough protein. Unless you are surviving on beer, sugar, white bread, and processed foods it would be almost impossible to not get adequate protein on a vegetarian diet. People that live in poor countries and have bloated bellies are likely deficient in protein but that is because they are starved in general and lacking most every vital nutrient.
5.) Most people have been lead to think that all nine essential amino acids must be taken into the body through the same food and that since no one fruit or vegetable contains all nine amino acids that the vegetarian diet somehow contains “incomplete” protein consumption. Bullshit. This myth was dismissed in the 70’s and there has never been any proof behind the original theory.
6.) If you look good, feel good, and have adequate energy and a quick recovery time from illness you are likely getting enough protein. Also protein from vegetables doesn’t come with fat, cholesterol, and carcinogens. It’s clean. It’s better for the planet and better for your health.
So all you people who think the only way to get protein is through eating dead animal flesh, think again. Go educate yourself and munch on a bowl of raw broccoli while you do it. That vegetable has twice as much protein as your medium-well slab of steak thank you very much.
1.) Have you ever heard of anyone suffering from a protein deficiency? Ever. Of course not. The question gets posed regarding protein as if this is some dire emergency situation--OMG how am I going to get my protein?! ((GASP)) If I don’t eat steak and chicken and turkey will I be protein deficient?!?! This makes me giggle.
2.) Anyone in their right mind would know that the dairy and meat industries in this country have done a fine job through use of manipulative advertising and backwards food pyramids to warp the minds of every being on the planet into believing that without eggs, milk, and animal products we will somehow have an inadequate amount of protein in our diets. This is one of the most well orchestrated deceptions told to the American public. I am educated so I know this is inaccurate and it’s just another means to make more money through the use of false information.
3.) I always want to respond by saying a statement like “Why do you care?!” Or “How do you get your anti-inflammatories?” <----which would sound as dumb to them as the protein question does to me.
Why are meat eaters so fricking obsessed with protein anyway? And why do people think that meat is the only thing that has protein in it?! Nuts, beans, tofu, vegetables, and a variety of other things contain protein and a healthier form of it at that. I shouldn’t have to give some quizzical prick a run down on all my protein rich vegetables and nuts I consume only for them to murmur a “Hmm” response. I don’t have to justify my diet to you although I would love to educate the uninformed carnivores out there and state a few facts such as:
1.) The Western diet contains an almost excessive amount of protein. Too much protein can be harmful and stress out your kidneys and disable your organs from ridding toxins from your body. Perhaps that is why vegetarians have a 60% less chance of heart disease and cardiovascular disease. Not to mention a 50% reduction in the rate of cancer. Also, other countries consume almost 50% less protein than us Americans and are about 70% healthier. They also get the majority of their protein from plants. Think about it.
2.) It has been proven ten times over that we do NOT need that much protein to maintain a healthy diet averaging around .36 grams per pound of body weight. I am not a heavy weight lifter that bases my diet around massive protein consumption so my day does not revolve around how much protein I’m consuming. I don’t think about it because I don’t need to and besides I get more than enough protein in my belly by 8 a.m. every morning by a fabulous vanilla whey protein shake and some organic peanut butter.
3.) The way I get my protein through plants is actually healthier as well because meat has to be cooked prior to consumption. Any idiot knows that up to 50% of protein is lost through this process leaving little to be absorbed during the digestion. My spinach and veggies eaten raw are easily absorbed amino acids and turn into direct energy while maintaining ALL of their beautiful protein. My digestion is easier and my poop is cleaner. Just sayin’
4.) A person would actually have to “try” to become protein deficient on a vegetarian diet. Eating fruits and vegetables and getting enough calories makes it impossible to not get enough protein. Unless you are surviving on beer, sugar, white bread, and processed foods it would be almost impossible to not get adequate protein on a vegetarian diet. People that live in poor countries and have bloated bellies are likely deficient in protein but that is because they are starved in general and lacking most every vital nutrient.
5.) Most people have been lead to think that all nine essential amino acids must be taken into the body through the same food and that since no one fruit or vegetable contains all nine amino acids that the vegetarian diet somehow contains “incomplete” protein consumption. Bullshit. This myth was dismissed in the 70’s and there has never been any proof behind the original theory.
6.) If you look good, feel good, and have adequate energy and a quick recovery time from illness you are likely getting enough protein. Also protein from vegetables doesn’t come with fat, cholesterol, and carcinogens. It’s clean. It’s better for the planet and better for your health.
So all you people who think the only way to get protein is through eating dead animal flesh, think again. Go educate yourself and munch on a bowl of raw broccoli while you do it. That vegetable has twice as much protein as your medium-well slab of steak thank you very much.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Shopping has pissed me off.
Obviously it’s no secret that I love to shop. Most stores feel like second homes to me and I could seriously browse all day oohing and aahing over the latest handbags, necklaces, and jeans. But today? Well today just pissed me off.
FIRST of all (and this is my main pet peeve of the day) ladies: You need to STOP dragging your men to shop with you! I’ve said it before but SERIOUSLY, having some dude hang on to the end of the clothing rack that I’m trying to rifle through while looking like a half open eyed luring weird-o is uncomfortable for everyone. Stop it.
So all I wanted to do was find a few cute outfits for Vegas. Party tops. Skinny jeans. New earrings. Something bright and fun. Club stuff. This would normally be an easy task but literally nothing worked today. Nothing. All of the tops I tried on were either too baggy at the hips, too low in the neck (on a positive note I did realize that the only tops that look decent on me are “V” necks) or too expensive. Hello? I’m not going to pay $100 for a piece of cloth, especially if it’s mostly cotton. That’s BS. Also, my main reason why none of the shirts were a hit for me can be summed up in 2 words: NO BOOBS.
*ugh it just pisses me off that I’m a member of the itty bitty titty committee. I’m over it!
Ok so then I was in this dressing room trying on jeans. I was even trying on jeans that cost entirely too much money but after 2 hours I was getting aggravated so I was willing to splurge for something hot enough. First off, the lighting accentuated every f’ing pore on my face and I realized that I now have eyebrow wrinkles (I actually thought it was a piece of hair in my face and kept trying to wipe it off until I realized this was actually a permanent line on my face) I couldn’t get passed the fact that I am aging. My mood went sour.
Even worse was the fact that my stretch marks are no longer just marks, they are like a never ending maze, a map to never never land leading around in every direction to where I had to use the 3-way mirror just to inspect what in the hell has happened here. I no longer cared about not finding the perfect bikini for Vegas for there will be no bikini wearing. Oh no. All my time will be spent at the bar drinking away my “stress marks.” That’s exactly what they are doing to me.
Oh and the jeans didn’t fit either because all of the jeans today were either too tall in the waist or the butt didn’t look right or the length was off. I blame the mirror for turning my mood to shit so this may have effected my overall opinion of every item of clothes that I tried on after that...
So. Eight different stores, 15 pairs of jeans, 12 tops, and I found nothing. Without finding any clothes I couldn’t move on to accessories. The only thing I came home with was underwear for my husband. Men’s underwear is expensive by the way!
I have less than 10 days to figure out this clothing dilemma. I probably shouldn’t be inhaling jelly beans like they’re popcorn right now or bitching via blog.
I should be shopping online...
FIRST of all (and this is my main pet peeve of the day) ladies: You need to STOP dragging your men to shop with you! I’ve said it before but SERIOUSLY, having some dude hang on to the end of the clothing rack that I’m trying to rifle through while looking like a half open eyed luring weird-o is uncomfortable for everyone. Stop it.
So all I wanted to do was find a few cute outfits for Vegas. Party tops. Skinny jeans. New earrings. Something bright and fun. Club stuff. This would normally be an easy task but literally nothing worked today. Nothing. All of the tops I tried on were either too baggy at the hips, too low in the neck (on a positive note I did realize that the only tops that look decent on me are “V” necks) or too expensive. Hello? I’m not going to pay $100 for a piece of cloth, especially if it’s mostly cotton. That’s BS. Also, my main reason why none of the shirts were a hit for me can be summed up in 2 words: NO BOOBS.
*ugh it just pisses me off that I’m a member of the itty bitty titty committee. I’m over it!
Ok so then I was in this dressing room trying on jeans. I was even trying on jeans that cost entirely too much money but after 2 hours I was getting aggravated so I was willing to splurge for something hot enough. First off, the lighting accentuated every f’ing pore on my face and I realized that I now have eyebrow wrinkles (I actually thought it was a piece of hair in my face and kept trying to wipe it off until I realized this was actually a permanent line on my face) I couldn’t get passed the fact that I am aging. My mood went sour.
Even worse was the fact that my stretch marks are no longer just marks, they are like a never ending maze, a map to never never land leading around in every direction to where I had to use the 3-way mirror just to inspect what in the hell has happened here. I no longer cared about not finding the perfect bikini for Vegas for there will be no bikini wearing. Oh no. All my time will be spent at the bar drinking away my “stress marks.” That’s exactly what they are doing to me.
Oh and the jeans didn’t fit either because all of the jeans today were either too tall in the waist or the butt didn’t look right or the length was off. I blame the mirror for turning my mood to shit so this may have effected my overall opinion of every item of clothes that I tried on after that...
So. Eight different stores, 15 pairs of jeans, 12 tops, and I found nothing. Without finding any clothes I couldn’t move on to accessories. The only thing I came home with was underwear for my husband. Men’s underwear is expensive by the way!
I have less than 10 days to figure out this clothing dilemma. I probably shouldn’t be inhaling jelly beans like they’re popcorn right now or bitching via blog.
I should be shopping online...
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Trying to break the sugar fix~~~~
SUGAR. It is my #1 crutch besides my shoe fetish. I was born with a sweet tooth and CRAVE it every day of my life. Chocolate, pastries, ice cream, whip cream, you name it. I want it.
In an attempt to kick this sugar frenzy I have read a book called “THE CRAVING CURE” This book promised to break the hold on sweets and cure the sugar addiction I have. I have now finished the book and am enjoying my 2nd bowl of ice cream as I type this... I’m pissed and I want my money back, but I think I realized what the problem is NOT.
There were some strong suggestions in this book and I tried them all. I have done the breathing exercises and the meditations. I have read every page and I get where the author is coming from, but I don’t have all the problems that this book suggests. I am not fat by any means and am not attempting to “diet” or “lose weight” here. I just want to minimize the sugar intake in my life for health purposes because I know the horrific damage that sugar can do to the body and let’s face it sugar is the devil. Refined sugar is extremely acidic to a lethal degree. Yes sugar is a drug. It alters your mind, your physiology, and your health in general. It is a low grade poison. In know this. I still crave it. Crazy as it sounds.
This book says perhaps I don’t “love” myself and suggests I take out a piece of paper and interview myself writing down my good qualities. Honey, I could write a book on my good attributes so I hardly had time for that. I am my own best friend and I luuuurve myself to pieces. I just don’t love myself when I am on my 9th Godiva chocolate in a 5 minute time span. Next chapter...
Identifying emotional eating. Hmm....aren’t we always feeling some sort of emotion? It says if we eat when we’re happy and eat when we’re sad than we are an emotional eater. WTH? I’m happy 95% of the time. I am happy with every bite I take of any food because I’m a happy person! Unless I eat during my sleep, I will be feeling some sort of an emotion. When I’m happy I do not eat more or less, and when I’m pissed I usually drink it away with booze and laugh my misery away. So I don’t have that problem.
Getting in touch with your inner self. No this does not mean masturbating. This is about thinking and deciding where your desire to eat sweets come from. What are you feeling when you reach for something sweet? Which voice dominates your thoughts? Does this stress you out? Do you try to talk yourself out of it? Why? How do you feel after you eat it? I’m to write all this down every time I want to eat anything sugary. I am to then dig within and find my inner wisdom to make the correct decision. Um. If I carried a notebook around with me and went through this questionnaire every time a co-worker brought me a croissant they’d look at me like I was nuts. Besides, I am in touch with myself in more ways than one and I still want the mocha flavored blended frappe with whip cream to which I will inhale through a straw until I’m blue in the face.
There were 16 different breathing exercises in one chapter. Very relaxing. I felt great after them. I still craved sugar the next day. I can’t be meditating all throughout the damn day people.
Then came this whole diet section of the book. It began with a 2 week mega-nutrition cleanse. Liquids only. You could only have fresh raw vegetable juices. Where does one even find dandelion root? Should I really be drinking garlic and cilantro in the morning? Major bowel explosions were expected to happen. Um. I have a life here. A job. I do actually leave my house. I do not want to spend unpredictable hours on the toilet thank you. I do not want to purchase a $1200 juicer either. The next part of this diet involved eating meat and I’m a vegetarian. Besides I do not want to change any other part of my very healthy diet in order to kick this sugar craze. I just wish to no longer love donuts and candy like a 4 yr. old kid.
I am not angry. I do not have daddy issues (anymore). I am not insecure or depressed. I'm not stressed. I'm mentally stable. I don’t eat chocolate to fill a void or because I’m a piggy. The reason I crave the crap is because I was born that way and I LIKE THE WAY SUGAR TASTES IN MY MOUTH.
That being said, I am calling a hypnotist tomorrow because I think that’s the only way I can be fixed!
Stay tuned....
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
~Sliver~ : A blog for the little boy who stole my heart
Five years ago today I allowed a delicate sliver of my heart to slip away from me. I released it and let it carry on outside my body and dwell beside the heart of a precious little baby boy named Landon Anthony Schmidt.
I could feel this tiny sliver of my heart continue to beat outside my body even though I knew this surreal emotion could potentially change everything I deemed to be true about the structure of my mind and soul. I was unaware that a miracle could be so strong that it could literally pull a piece of your heart out of your body, form it into a string of love and wrap it around the heart of another human being like an unbreakable knot of strength. It happened without even trying. A sliver of my heart no longer belonged to me, it would be taken forever by this new born soul and create a beat of it’s own. I could feel that sliver beam with anticipation and dance with wonderment for the unknown.
Giving away a sliver of my heart made me aware that I was no longer responsible just for me. Nothing is this world would ever be about ME again because nothing in the world mattered but HIM.
This sliver of my heart was to be permanently detached for all eternity from it’s home. Everywhere that little boy went, that piece of my heart tagged along. It cried when he cried, it laughed when he laughed. It almost burst the first time he walked and it nearly broke the first time he got a fever. That sliver of my heart sometimes felt like it had attached itself to an emotional roller coaster that heaved along the ups and downs without choice or control. But it protected the heart that was HIS. It felt like a sliver of armor at times. A blanket of love that draped itself around the tip of his heart like a shall. It would never leave him.
This sliver has now been with him for 5 years, although it is no longer just a sliver. It feels like he owns every fiber of my heart. Every ounce of love that my soul is capable of is inevitably consumed in the rhythmic breaths of his life. More and more of my heart has been given away with every passing moment. With every hug, every kiss, every “I love soooooo much mommy”, more and more slices of my heart slip into his. He has promised that he’ll let me kiss the back of his neck 100 times in a row FOREVER if I want to. He promises me that he’ll let me rock him back and forth FOREVER and hold him like a baby for as long as I can lift him. He says I can tuck him in until he’s 20 and he says he’ll always give me the last bite of his ice cream sandwich FOREVER because “he knows how you like the last bite when it’s all melty.” My heart swells up like a helium balloon and floats right outside of my chest and into his. Every day. I want to pause time, rewind moments, and just SNUGGLE for 5 years or so....
A sliver of my heart slipped into the palm of his hand that very moment he wrapped his little warm fingers around my pinky in that hospital bed and it will stay there whether he’s 5 or 50. He has me wrapped around his existence like a string and I wouldn’t want to be tied to anything else in the world but the beating heart of my brown eyed little boy.
I could feel this tiny sliver of my heart continue to beat outside my body even though I knew this surreal emotion could potentially change everything I deemed to be true about the structure of my mind and soul. I was unaware that a miracle could be so strong that it could literally pull a piece of your heart out of your body, form it into a string of love and wrap it around the heart of another human being like an unbreakable knot of strength. It happened without even trying. A sliver of my heart no longer belonged to me, it would be taken forever by this new born soul and create a beat of it’s own. I could feel that sliver beam with anticipation and dance with wonderment for the unknown.
Giving away a sliver of my heart made me aware that I was no longer responsible just for me. Nothing is this world would ever be about ME again because nothing in the world mattered but HIM.
This sliver of my heart was to be permanently detached for all eternity from it’s home. Everywhere that little boy went, that piece of my heart tagged along. It cried when he cried, it laughed when he laughed. It almost burst the first time he walked and it nearly broke the first time he got a fever. That sliver of my heart sometimes felt like it had attached itself to an emotional roller coaster that heaved along the ups and downs without choice or control. But it protected the heart that was HIS. It felt like a sliver of armor at times. A blanket of love that draped itself around the tip of his heart like a shall. It would never leave him.
This sliver has now been with him for 5 years, although it is no longer just a sliver. It feels like he owns every fiber of my heart. Every ounce of love that my soul is capable of is inevitably consumed in the rhythmic breaths of his life. More and more of my heart has been given away with every passing moment. With every hug, every kiss, every “I love soooooo much mommy”, more and more slices of my heart slip into his. He has promised that he’ll let me kiss the back of his neck 100 times in a row FOREVER if I want to. He promises me that he’ll let me rock him back and forth FOREVER and hold him like a baby for as long as I can lift him. He says I can tuck him in until he’s 20 and he says he’ll always give me the last bite of his ice cream sandwich FOREVER because “he knows how you like the last bite when it’s all melty.” My heart swells up like a helium balloon and floats right outside of my chest and into his. Every day. I want to pause time, rewind moments, and just SNUGGLE for 5 years or so....
A sliver of my heart slipped into the palm of his hand that very moment he wrapped his little warm fingers around my pinky in that hospital bed and it will stay there whether he’s 5 or 50. He has me wrapped around his existence like a string and I wouldn’t want to be tied to anything else in the world but the beating heart of my brown eyed little boy.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Why I HATE Walmart
Reasons why I HATE Walmart
*Warning: This is a quick-type rant blog. The F word is used so many times that I’ll just say F=Fuck and FN=Fucking and FD=Fucked. I will probably bang this out in 3 minutes flat because I’m lightning speed irritated with this ghetto magnet today.
First of all I NEVER shop here and only entered the store because my kid wanted a specific Batman cake for his b-day and this is the only bakery that made it. I had to walk through Walmart’s doors TWICE today because they FD up the order....Lord have mercy on me. They literally forgot to make it as a Batman cake as it was solid white frosting with no design and they also forgot to write his name on it. I’m FN serious.
Here’s my list of reason’s why I HATE(<-----yes I recognize that this is a strong word, which is why I’m choosing to use it in this instance) Walmart.
1.) It’s like a big dirty smelly cement box that collects all the big dirty smelly people in a 50 mile radius.
2.) You can never find anything because it’s too FN big.
3.) It STINKS. This is worth repeating: IT FN STINKS. Like a big old fart. And by the way, on trip #2 today the guy in line ahead of me did actually fart and I gagged. UGH. I can’t believe it....I almost cried.
4.) All the shit looks old and garage-sale-ish. The clothes are wrinkled, the clearance aisles are a wreck, and don’t even get me started on the meat case at the deli. Gross!
5.) The place makes Good Will look like a palace.
6.) All the processed foods, pink jello molds, blue cookies and other shit full of crappy ingredients is contributing to the obesity in America. Look around Walmart and it’s all beer guts and flabby tits down to the knees wheeling around carts full of coke and twinkies. Sad but true.
7.) I feel like I’m at an old folks home when I go there. Random people bellied up against the end of aisles and lingering around with confused looks on their faces. I feel like there should be a “call nurse” button on the end of the aisles instead of a “price check.”
8.) Is There EVER a check out lane that isn’t a mile long?!? NO. Even when you think you picked the shortest line, you didn’t. Between the illiterate cashiers and the women toting 50+ coupons (1/2 of which are not valid, and then you get to drop your jaw over the endless arguing “but it said 50 cents off, what do you mean it was only the crescent roll variety? Can you override it?”)Gah! I never reach the cashier without an angry sweat building upon my brow, that is if I don’t drop my shit, leave the store and curse myself for ever walking through the doors.....
9.) Can I get some help? With anything? You see the employees in blue shirts, they’re FN everywhere, but do you think one of them ever asks if they can help you find something? NO. Why? Because they don’t even know where the F they are or why the F they’re still employed. And who the F cares? I get my pay check anyways.
10.) Walmart epitomizes the definition of corporate greed. Nstarzone.com states: How high of a price are we willing to pay for Wal-Mart's "low-price" model? This outfit operates with an avarice, arrogance, and ambition that would make Enron blush. It hits a town or city neighborhood like a retailing neutron bomb, sucking out the economic vitality and all of the local character. And Wal-Mart's stores now have more kill- power than ever, with its SuperCenters averaging 200,000 square feet - - the size of more than four football fields under one roof! These things land splat on top of any community's sense of itself and devour local business. By slashing its retail prices way below cost when it enters a community, Wal-Mart can crush our groceries, pharmacies, hardware stores, and other retailers, then raise its prices once it has mono- poly control over the market. But, say apologists for these Big-Box megastores, at least they're creating jobs. Wrong. By crushing local businesses, this giant eliminates three decent jobs for every two Wal-Mart jobs that it "creates" and a store full of part-time, poorly paid employees hardly builds the family wealth necessary to sustain a community's middle-class living standard.
Shitty corporations like this I cannot and will not support and the next time my kid wants a b-day cake I will bake it myself or travel 50,000 miles to find the one he wants rather than walk through the stinky polluted greedy airwaves of Walmart. I hate that FN place.
Aaaaaand breeeeaaaathe. F that felt good.
*Warning: This is a quick-type rant blog. The F word is used so many times that I’ll just say F=Fuck and FN=Fucking and FD=Fucked. I will probably bang this out in 3 minutes flat because I’m lightning speed irritated with this ghetto magnet today.
First of all I NEVER shop here and only entered the store because my kid wanted a specific Batman cake for his b-day and this is the only bakery that made it. I had to walk through Walmart’s doors TWICE today because they FD up the order....Lord have mercy on me. They literally forgot to make it as a Batman cake as it was solid white frosting with no design and they also forgot to write his name on it. I’m FN serious.
Here’s my list of reason’s why I HATE(<-----yes I recognize that this is a strong word, which is why I’m choosing to use it in this instance) Walmart.
1.) It’s like a big dirty smelly cement box that collects all the big dirty smelly people in a 50 mile radius.
2.) You can never find anything because it’s too FN big.
3.) It STINKS. This is worth repeating: IT FN STINKS. Like a big old fart. And by the way, on trip #2 today the guy in line ahead of me did actually fart and I gagged. UGH. I can’t believe it....I almost cried.
4.) All the shit looks old and garage-sale-ish. The clothes are wrinkled, the clearance aisles are a wreck, and don’t even get me started on the meat case at the deli. Gross!
5.) The place makes Good Will look like a palace.
6.) All the processed foods, pink jello molds, blue cookies and other shit full of crappy ingredients is contributing to the obesity in America. Look around Walmart and it’s all beer guts and flabby tits down to the knees wheeling around carts full of coke and twinkies. Sad but true.
7.) I feel like I’m at an old folks home when I go there. Random people bellied up against the end of aisles and lingering around with confused looks on their faces. I feel like there should be a “call nurse” button on the end of the aisles instead of a “price check.”
8.) Is There EVER a check out lane that isn’t a mile long?!? NO. Even when you think you picked the shortest line, you didn’t. Between the illiterate cashiers and the women toting 50+ coupons (1/2 of which are not valid, and then you get to drop your jaw over the endless arguing “but it said 50 cents off, what do you mean it was only the crescent roll variety? Can you override it?”)Gah! I never reach the cashier without an angry sweat building upon my brow, that is if I don’t drop my shit, leave the store and curse myself for ever walking through the doors.....
9.) Can I get some help? With anything? You see the employees in blue shirts, they’re FN everywhere, but do you think one of them ever asks if they can help you find something? NO. Why? Because they don’t even know where the F they are or why the F they’re still employed. And who the F cares? I get my pay check anyways.
10.) Walmart epitomizes the definition of corporate greed. Nstarzone.com states: How high of a price are we willing to pay for Wal-Mart's "low-price" model? This outfit operates with an avarice, arrogance, and ambition that would make Enron blush. It hits a town or city neighborhood like a retailing neutron bomb, sucking out the economic vitality and all of the local character. And Wal-Mart's stores now have more kill- power than ever, with its SuperCenters averaging 200,000 square feet - - the size of more than four football fields under one roof! These things land splat on top of any community's sense of itself and devour local business. By slashing its retail prices way below cost when it enters a community, Wal-Mart can crush our groceries, pharmacies, hardware stores, and other retailers, then raise its prices once it has mono- poly control over the market. But, say apologists for these Big-Box megastores, at least they're creating jobs. Wrong. By crushing local businesses, this giant eliminates three decent jobs for every two Wal-Mart jobs that it "creates" and a store full of part-time, poorly paid employees hardly builds the family wealth necessary to sustain a community's middle-class living standard.
Shitty corporations like this I cannot and will not support and the next time my kid wants a b-day cake I will bake it myself or travel 50,000 miles to find the one he wants rather than walk through the stinky polluted greedy airwaves of Walmart. I hate that FN place.
Aaaaaand breeeeaaaathe. F that felt good.
Saturday, January 28, 2012
My vagina is pretty enough thank-you :)
Spa week has turned the bikini-wax world a little cray-cray in my opinion. Cindy Barshop of Completely Bare Spa in NYC has completely lost her mind trying to “out-do” the world of bikini waxes with her new foxy/carnivale bikini ...
First came the vajazzling which was ridiculous enough, but now we are adding frilly feathers? We are left looking like a cockatoo is peeking out of our drawers. Ladies, at what point have our vaginas become an art project? Grab the feathers and glue and let’s make of a mess of our nether regions- YAY! I think not.
Bright pink boas don’t even look good around the shoulders, so how in the hell are we going to dress up our vagina’s with them and think this look is “HOT.”
The video on you tube (http://www.spaweekblog.com/2012/01/23/the-video-fur-feather-bikini-glam-by-completely-bare/) of this supposed “new feature” of dolling up your crotch is absurd to me. It leaves the woman looking like she did the dirty with tickle me Elmo only the twat isn’t giggling. And why on earth would a guy want to go down south only to discover that you have dressed up your pussy to look like a peacock? I have never met a guy who gets hard by looking at teal and purple feathers. When clothing is removed you are expected to look NAKED, I highly doubt some dude wants to rub his junk up against an array of delicately placed feathers.
The woman’s body is a piece of art all on it’s own without having to add fox fur and glue to the mix. Leave the feathers and boas for Mardi Gra honey and leave your va-jay-jay alone. It’s pretty enough.
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