I think I've watched this thirty times. So cute.
What is this vimeo thing anyway? They have some beautiful stuff.
Like this video which breaks my heart into a thousand pieces.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Food for Thought
On my way to work today I began thinking about Alzheimer's and memory loss in general. I began wondering if it is a disease or a coping mechanism, and whether if it could be reversed, I would want that. I thought about how much time in a day I spend thinking about happier times, or sadder times, or things that have already happened or will happen and realized how little I think of that moment or that day.
Have you ever had something terrible happen to you? Or have you lost someone close to you at a time when you were not close? Do you find yourself remembering the happy times as they encourage you to? Or do you find yourself dwelling on the painful details you wished you could forget?
For me, it is the high road. Time fixes everything, even when I am certain it won't. The more people I lose, or see my dear friends lose, the more I am eventually thankful for their existence. I don't remember petty arguments, or falling outs, or grudges. I only remember how happy I was to have them in my life, and how I wished I had more time with them. Unfortunately try as I may to make note of this and treat the ones I love with this same mentality, knowing full well someday they won't be here, I find myself taking for granted little moments shared between us. I want to take in every moment at the counter top, or every car ride to Newport, I want to remember every word they told me when out for coffee, or on a walk. Of course I can't, and I know that, but wouldn't it be wonderful if you could?
Regardless, my main point was that do you think maybe life takes such a toll on you that eventually you simply cannot take anymore heartache and begin to detach yourself from reality? Subconsciously at first, but then with utter determination to only focus on that minute, or that hour, and forget about the rest of the world. To only remember what was good in your past, and perhaps you are too tired to think of a future, it is not something you want to do but your brain and heart can only hold so much. You want to be with the people you lost again, and you want the people you love here to have time to sit with their friends and learn all that life has to teach.
One of my closest friends this week read, "it is not the years in your life that count, but the life in your years;" and I cannot agree more. I hope she and I live long happy lives together. I hope she is my neighbor in the home and I go to her apartment for coffee on Wednesdays. I hope we live near our friends so we can leave our diapers on their door steps. And more than anything I hope if someday we remember nothing else, we remember how much our lives and each other meant to us now.
Have you ever had something terrible happen to you? Or have you lost someone close to you at a time when you were not close? Do you find yourself remembering the happy times as they encourage you to? Or do you find yourself dwelling on the painful details you wished you could forget?
For me, it is the high road. Time fixes everything, even when I am certain it won't. The more people I lose, or see my dear friends lose, the more I am eventually thankful for their existence. I don't remember petty arguments, or falling outs, or grudges. I only remember how happy I was to have them in my life, and how I wished I had more time with them. Unfortunately try as I may to make note of this and treat the ones I love with this same mentality, knowing full well someday they won't be here, I find myself taking for granted little moments shared between us. I want to take in every moment at the counter top, or every car ride to Newport, I want to remember every word they told me when out for coffee, or on a walk. Of course I can't, and I know that, but wouldn't it be wonderful if you could?
Regardless, my main point was that do you think maybe life takes such a toll on you that eventually you simply cannot take anymore heartache and begin to detach yourself from reality? Subconsciously at first, but then with utter determination to only focus on that minute, or that hour, and forget about the rest of the world. To only remember what was good in your past, and perhaps you are too tired to think of a future, it is not something you want to do but your brain and heart can only hold so much. You want to be with the people you lost again, and you want the people you love here to have time to sit with their friends and learn all that life has to teach.
One of my closest friends this week read, "it is not the years in your life that count, but the life in your years;" and I cannot agree more. I hope she and I live long happy lives together. I hope she is my neighbor in the home and I go to her apartment for coffee on Wednesdays. I hope we live near our friends so we can leave our diapers on their door steps. And more than anything I hope if someday we remember nothing else, we remember how much our lives and each other meant to us now.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
The Chubby Vegan
Hello Friends and Happy New Year! Glad for a fresh start, January was welcomed warmly this year. I rang in 2011 with close friends and Michael Jackson and quite honestly have never felt better. Unable to come up with any attainable or reasonable resolutions I was pretty set on just skipping that tradition. That was, until my sweetie suggested something truly unholy and down right frightening to a devout carnivore: veganism.
What the whaaat?
Lemme break it down for ya: no meat, no cheese, no dairy, no eggs, no animal byproducts of any kind; more specifically, no pizza, no cream cheese, no milk and sugar in my coffee, no ice cream, no c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e, no fun, no fat, all plants all day err day.
Why? Why the fuck would we do this? Well, aside from the unyielding desire to be "skinny bitches" as our bible delicately proclaims us, we also you know give a shit about baby chicks gettin' tossed in wood chippers and are pretty god damn worried about the environment since we want to have baby chicks of our own some day and would rather them not eat, breathe and shit smog.
And so here begins a new chapter of the blog tracking my one month experimental effort to be a vegan. Here's a little recap of the week so far:
Day One:
Grocery Shopping, purchased every soy product known to man, scurried up and down isles like frightened rabbit in unfamiliar territory, loaded eco-friendly reusable shopping bags too heavily and ripped several handles clean off, tried best to use vegan savvy terminology to mask obvious carnivorous lifestyle but fell short in front of insanely sexy Whole Foods cashier. Not exactly a fail of epic proportions but embarrassing per usual.
Day Two:
Breakfast- blueberry soy yogurt with strawberries, raspberries, and granola.
Lunch- tomato basil wraps with fake chicken patties, hummus, tabouli, and mixed greens.
Dinner- imitation turkey club, with soy bacon and tofurkey. salad with apples, avocados, onions, peppers, cucumbers, and mixed greens.
Snacks- blue corn chips with mango salsa, carrot sticks, apples.
Please note: that is not a small amount of food, in fact, it's way more than I normally eat when I'm filling up on carbohydrates and "decomposing animal parts." About midway through dinner Katie came to the startling realization we may be the only two vegans on planet earth whose asses double in size due to a healthy diet. Tell me, can a lard ass be composed of plant products only?
That's all for now kiddies but I'll keep you posted on my journey to becoming a down-right Skinny Bitch.
Yeah, I know you're only reading for the pictures.
What the whaaat?
Lemme break it down for ya: no meat, no cheese, no dairy, no eggs, no animal byproducts of any kind; more specifically, no pizza, no cream cheese, no milk and sugar in my coffee, no ice cream, no c-h-o-c-o-l-a-t-e, no fun, no fat, all plants all day err day.
Why? Why the fuck would we do this? Well, aside from the unyielding desire to be "skinny bitches" as our bible delicately proclaims us, we also you know give a shit about baby chicks gettin' tossed in wood chippers and are pretty god damn worried about the environment since we want to have baby chicks of our own some day and would rather them not eat, breathe and shit smog.
And so here begins a new chapter of the blog tracking my one month experimental effort to be a vegan. Here's a little recap of the week so far:
Day One:
Grocery Shopping, purchased every soy product known to man, scurried up and down isles like frightened rabbit in unfamiliar territory, loaded eco-friendly reusable shopping bags too heavily and ripped several handles clean off, tried best to use vegan savvy terminology to mask obvious carnivorous lifestyle but fell short in front of insanely sexy Whole Foods cashier. Not exactly a fail of epic proportions but embarrassing per usual.
Day Two:
Breakfast- blueberry soy yogurt with strawberries, raspberries, and granola.
Lunch- tomato basil wraps with fake chicken patties, hummus, tabouli, and mixed greens.
Dinner- imitation turkey club, with soy bacon and tofurkey. salad with apples, avocados, onions, peppers, cucumbers, and mixed greens.
Snacks- blue corn chips with mango salsa, carrot sticks, apples.
Please note: that is not a small amount of food, in fact, it's way more than I normally eat when I'm filling up on carbohydrates and "decomposing animal parts." About midway through dinner Katie came to the startling realization we may be the only two vegans on planet earth whose asses double in size due to a healthy diet. Tell me, can a lard ass be composed of plant products only?
That's all for now kiddies but I'll keep you posted on my journey to becoming a down-right Skinny Bitch.
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