Thursday, July 31, 2008


I love this story.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Giveaway time!

Ok, so in light of giving up meat, and my quest to become a more responsible pet owner (hence, spay and neuter, people! Otherwise you end up with furry cuteness taking over a corner of your house!) here's a challenge:

Email me your favorite meatless recipe. Send them to, and I'll pick a winner at random. The winner gets this SWEET peta2 shirt:

It's a female large, so guys, hopefully you have a lovely lady friend that you can give it to.

Send me those emails!

Monday, July 28, 2008

Bye bye July...

This month has flown, and I've been incredibly busy. I've taken on the task of being the official photographer for the shelter, so I take pictures of dogs and cats every Thursday for the website. Not as easy as it sounds. There's a ton of editing to be done, and lots of resizing. Ugh. Why do I do it? Because I want to. Keep repeating that mantra.

In other animal news, my cat had kittens over the weekend. It happened while I was at the Foo Fighters concert - not that I'm a big fan of the Foos, but the opening band was Year Long Disaster, and Ryan's singer happens to be the brother in law of the bass player, Rich Mullins, which is a wonderful contact to have when you're a wannabe rock star. Soon YLD will be touring with Motorhead and the Misfits, and can anyone say "OMG!" I want to go to that one. Check them out - they're awesome. And I'm not just saying that because they may be my ticket to housewifedom. Or touringwiththebandwifedom.

Anyway, I knew Boots was in labor before I left. She was lying on her back, big belly out, meowing. I stopped and rubbed her belly, I felt the kittens move, and I knew it was going to happen. Needless to say, we got home later that night and Boots appeared in the kitchen. Ryan looked at her, then looked at me, and said, "you might want to see if there are kittens somewhere, because the cat is looking awful skinny." He was right, her rotundness was gone, and she was back to skinny cat.

If you're wondering how this all happened, it's because Boots got out of the house a few times. She's a mostly inside cat, so I wasn't terribly worried about her. After she escaped a few times, I called about getting her spayed, but the vet wouldn't take payments - and we were still trying to get caught up from Ryan being laid off over the winter. And that's how we ended up with FOUR kittens.

I found them under the guest room bed, and I was surprised to see that there was no mess involved, Boots had cleaned up everything. Yesterday I moved them into a box with a hole cut out of the side so Boots can get in and out. The instinct of animals is amazing to me, she ate the placenta, snipped their umbilical cords, and was cleaning and feeding them. All of them seem healthy, and that's great. I hope they stay that way. There are three orange tabby looking ones (the triplets) and one black one with white feet and a white belly - like boots only minus the orange markings. Those might develop later. They're very cute, and Lyric of course is in heaven. She loves baby animals. It's tough to keep her away from them for too long, but I told her as long as she only looks and doesn't touch, it's ok.

Last night I was getting into bed and Lyric and Ryan were talking about how the kittens were in Boots' belly and now they're out. She turned to him and said, "Baby in Mommy's belly too? PLEASE???"

Hmm. That darn biological clock.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Still wish they had one in Butler though...

courtesy of the Butler Eagle

I don't know why this was in the Butler newspaper, since we don't even have one.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

vegetarian fast food... with a wendy's chicken ad?

Apparently google needs to get on the ball with their ads. "La, la, la... looking for vegetarian fast food... Wendy’s Crispy Chicken Sandwich Made with All-White-Meat Chicken? AAAAGGGHHH!"

Tuesday, July 01, 2008


For the past year or so, I've been toying with the idea of not eating meat anymore. My problem was, with a husband who is essentially 100 percent carnivore, how the hell could I do that? He just bought a new grill and loves to use it! The idea alone of me not eating dead animal flesh anymore would probably break his heart.

I started doing a little research. Starting with the PETA website - because if you ever need a graphic picture of a factory farm animal being tortured burned into your memory, that's the place to go. I know a lot of people think PETA is nuts, and yes, they are a little on the militant side. But I'm all for treating animals humanely, hence my volunteerism, so I lean a bit more on the crazy side of things.

So I checked out PETA and that was all I needed. I can't look at a chicken nugget the same again. I can't look at a steak without thinking about how it was once alive, probably impregnated repeatedly, separated from it's babies while it cried out for them, and then shipped off to the slaughterhouse once it got too old and weak for the hormones and shit they pumped into it to have any more babies or produce any more milk. See where I'm going with this?

Essentially, I thought about doing this, not necessarily for the sake of the animals, but for the health reasons. High cholesterol runs in my family, and both my mom and my dad take incredible amounts of drugs every day (instead of changing their diets). My dad had a double bypass for christ's sake. If there was ever a reason to think about what I was stuffing in my maw, there it is. But the animals definitely convinced me.

So for almost three weeks now, I've been meat free. I've lost 8 pounds, interestingly enough. I feel better. My entire family (besides Lyric, who could give two shits about meat - she'd rather have fruit and vegetables any day) thinks I'm nuts, of course (but they're the ones taking the drugs, remember?). Ryan freaked out on my when I told him - this past Sunday. He didn't notice that I wasn't eating meat. Seriously. My mom's response was a little less negative, although crazy - "well, you can still eat chicken, right?"

I've heard from various sources that organic animals suffer even more. Because antibiotics and other medicines are not given to them when they're needed - they live with open wounds and ailments while the more conventional animals at least get some relief from modern drugs. All animals used for food suffer in some way.

Putting suffering in my belly doesn't sound nice to me. I don't drink milk, but dude - cheese. And ice cream. Not sure I can go vegan (like the 21 day cleanse that's been getting a lot of buzz lately thanks to Dooce). But I'm going to see how this goes, and so far, it's going well. Thankfully I love vegetables and fruit, so I'm not lacking on protein, and I rarely stuff bad carbs into my body, which is what my coworkers said - "If I didn't eat meat, I'd just eat carbs all the time." I tend to enjoy healthy food, so this is working out pretty good.

More later - after I figure out a good alternative recipe for my buffalo chicken wing dip. Maybe black beans would be good in place of chicken? Hmmm...

Happy 82nd - I mean 32nd birthday, Buddy. Sorry that you hate vegetarians. Reconsider filing those divorce papers, ok?