Wednesday, September 06, 2006

Strange and unknown edibles

I went to the Farmer's Market today. Found some VERY strange veggies. Since I've been on that *no.... bread, rice, pasta, caffeine, chocolate, alcohol, wheat, corn, sugar* diet for the last year, I've been finding new things to eat. Can anyone tell me what that alien football thing is? It's some asian veggie I think. Hmmm. We'll see.

After walking around all those booths, I started thinking...WE ARE SOOOOOO LUCKY. How often do we stop and think about how good we really have it? Almost never. Our lives are so pressured we forget about how much peace we really have. We still have water to drink, and if we save it, and not waste, it could last longer than projected.
People all over the world are being bombed to bits.
Women are getting raped every day by extremists.
Kids are being bombed to death, and here we sit in our malls and our posh SUV's. Talking about what to wear to the next big party. I am just as guilty as anyone else. But I constantly think about what I can do to make things better. What can we do? All I can think of right now is STAY OPEN MINDED and READ all you can. Don't take anything for face value. ESPECIALLY the news! AND....stop eating stuff out of boxes. What does that have to do with the state of the world, you ask? Well, if you're not healthy and quick witted, certain people can take advantage of you. I always tell my daughter, "No one can take advantage of you if you're smarter than they are!"

Did you know Cheese-its are one molecule away from PLASTIC? We have to be strong, we have to be powerful in order to survive what is coming. And if you ask me what I think is killing Americans? IT'S OUR FOOD! We all eat like crap. We put tons of creams on our skin hoping it will flush away the wrinkles. Well, how about feed your cells from the inside? Since I met Miles, he has (lovingly) pushed me to eat better and take better care of myself. Because of him, I feel better than I did 10 years ago. Being AWARE of what's really going on in the world is the first step in changing it.
Ok, that's my rant of the evening.
Malena the pretend Vegan
P.S. If anyone finds a chocolate scented candle, send me the link!

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

Introducing Zombie Girl

Hey. I'm here. Survived. I think. Wow. Intense weekend.

I am a zombie today, so this will not be long or witty. Ok, the shows.

Saturday night was wonderful. Friday was ok, Saturday the Fest was rained on all afternoon, but Saturday night was magic, the pub was packed and they were there to hear music, I loved them all so much! Except for the " hey mad can I play your guitar" drunk guy at the end of the night everyone was so supportive and wonderful, I was pretty tired and hurting but their energy got me thru.

Sunday was rain all day. No violin. I had to sing the whole shows. Not used to that.

Monday. Another day of shows. Only nine more. DID re-consider coffee. Went to caribou and the teas were all " a relaxing soothing blend " sort of tea. As opposed to Starbucks where they have tea helpfully labeled AWAKE. But the caribou folks were so nice and let me taste the coffees and I went out with a cup, cream and sugar, and YE GADS! I get it now! Wow! Wake the heck up! I liked it so much I stopped at another caribou 40 miles down the road and had another.

( it's weird, the people at caribou are so sweet and nice and they act like they are really truly happy and have made their day that you stopped in and Starbucks they act like WHAT the heck do you want, fine, ok, you can have a drink, now leave me alone, we have much better things to do )

( and yes, I truly would support my local coffee shop, but there aren't any here or off the highway that I know of, don't bash me for going to the big guys, I am in dire straights )

Spoke to Malena on and off all weekend, which was lovely. And she left me many messages of encouragement. My clock out at the Fest is my cell phone which I have to have on vibrate, of course. I stick it down my bodice for easy access. Call me.

Call me often.

Love and Zombies, Lorraine