The Beginning of a Dirty Hippie Journey

Oh frabjious day! Caloo calay! I got my stuff for my correspondence courses! I'm so excited, and can't wait for Monday so that I can get started learning how to tell all my friends they are eating crap, and to feed to the paranoia of the masses. Yippee!!
I mean. . . .ahem. . . . .
Actually, I do believe a lot of stuff that gets passed around about how bad the food we eat is, how bad the water we drink is, how bad western medicine can be for you. At this point, (note: I reserve the right to a Woman's Prerogative, that is, to change my mind at any time) I think that most of the food we eat that is laced with man-made chemicals because it's cheaper to make that way, are also addicting. I think that the companies that make those products really don't want us to eat healthy. If we did, they'd all be out of business. They are banking on the fact that we are all really lazy, and hate to cook. It's the American Way. Why should mom bake an apple pie when you can just buy a frozen one to thaw and reheat before the big baseball game?
A lot of people I know don't want to eat "right" because it tastes so different. I was bound and determined to never, ever eat wheat bread, because as a kid, The Mom always bought nasty, cheap wheat bread. No one would want to eat wheat bread after tasting that. Besides, after looking at some of the cheap-o wheat bread labels, it's not any better for you than that pasty glue they sell as white bread. But lo and behold, today I found myself buying Rhodes frozen 100% wheat bread dough. I'm hoping it will taste as good at their white bread. Heaven forbid that I have to make my own bread!
As for the water, well, I drink tap water. I can't justify spending hundreds of dollars a year on drinking bottled water, throwing away those bottles, and contributing to the Texas-sized island of plastic floating somewhere (so I hear), when all I have to do is slap a water filter on my kitchen faucet and change the filter every 6 months. Besides, we really don't know where some of that water comes from. I saw a Penn and Teller show (I can't remember what it's called, but it's on Showtime) that showed that Everest brand drinking water comes from a municipal source. That's tap water folks!
And western medicine? Don't get me started. I have one nagging question though: If it's so much cheaper to put chemicals together to make our food, why is it so darned expensive to put chemicals together to make medicine? And while I realize that there is probably a valid answer to that question, it still annoys me. I really don't think that the pharmaceutical companies have our health in mind when they make medicine. I think all they want is what's in our wallets. Also, I would rather spend $60 dollars on a bottle of pills that come from plants that can grow without any help from us, then $60 dollars on a bottle of pills (and there would probably be fewer of them anyway) that have to be made by man, in a laboratory. Scriptures say that God put everything that we need here. So why are we relying on man-made chemicals to heal us? I understand that these plants have to be processed by us in a certain way so that we can ingest them safely, but we didn't create those plants from scratch. That just bothers me. And I think it's better for us anyway.
So to wrap it all up:
Oh frabjious day! Caloo calay! My course materials are here!

We've Just Had Our 4th Kid, Mom.

Never, ever get an animal from the Humane Society in Murray, UT. The Man and I wanted to adopt another dog, so we loaded up Dog 1, and some friends, and went to the Humane Society where The Man fell in love with a 7 month old German Shepard. We applied to adopt her, but was denied that privilege because we have two cats, and according to them, she's not good with cats. WHAT NONSENSE IS THIS?!? Bah. The Man was crushed. (I was okay with looking for another dog.) But then the genius of our bringing our friends became apparent. THEY adopted her. They had to lie (why didn't we think of that?), because they already have 2 dogs AND a cat, but they got her for us. We picked her up the next day. Well, our friends did, as we covertly walked around town so the nice, sweet ladies that work at the Humane Society didn't see us and turn into the harpies we all knew they were. I mean really. A 7 month old dog just needs to be trained how to interact properly with cats. Now, if she were 7 years old, different story. But she's just a puppy. She's going to chase ANYTHING that moves. Besides, when we got her home, all she really did was look at them. She's never actually chased them, though she has walked really, really fast after them. She knows better. The other problem? She's really sick. I've never seen a dog with a snotty nose until now. And it's really, really gross. And she has kennel cough. And Dog 1 has gotten it as well. Lovely. But yay for friends that get mad at bureaucracy and government with you, and do what needs to be done to stick it to the man!

Pictures of the new dog to come when I darn well feel like it.

In other happy news, my books for my correspondence course are coming tomorrow. Wait, what correspondence course is this, you ask? I haven't told you? My, I thought I told everyone important. You know how important to me you are, right? Well, I'm taking correspondence courses to (eventually) get my degree as a Master Herbalist. I get my books tomorrow, and my class starts Monday. I'm so freaking excited! I don't know if I will be able to sleep tonight. I was getting a little worried about not having my course materials yet, but the e-mail fairy blessed me with an e-mail from UPS saying that my package from the college had been shipped and should be here tomorrow and here's your tracking number just so that you know how many freaking UPS centers it went through before it got to you. Yay! So you can all come to me (in 2 years) to get tinctures, ointments, and pills for all your aches and pains. Phooey on western medicine!

And some shout outs to The Payson Friends, the wife just had their second boy last week. I'm sure he's a cutie! I wouldn't know, as I was called in to work tonight, the night we were going to meet the little bundle of drool.
And of course, a happy birthday to The Little Brother, who is now a quarter of century old. And getting married in August! You're still sixteen and shorter than me in my world! Get back to class!

Yay for stealing!

I stole this idea from a friends blog. I will look away if you want to steal it from me.

A - Attached or single: attached

B - Best Friend(s): The Man, The Best Friend

C - Cake or Pie: What a choice! I usually eat cake. Less messy

D - Day of Choice: Saturdays, if I don't have to work

E - Essential Item: Computer

F - Favorite Color(s): Purple

G - Gummy Bears or Worms: Gummy Worms, I don't eat them as fast, and therefore don't get a tummy ache.

H - Hometown: Great Falls, MT

I - Indulgence(s): Being online for hours at a time

J - January or July: July. Hello! It's warm!

K - Kids: None, except for The Man, Dog 1 and Dog 2, and Cat 1 and Cat 2.

L - Life is incomplete without: The Man

M - Marriage Date: June 25th, 2003

N - Number of Siblings: 2

O - Oranges or Apples: Oranges

P - Phobias or Fears: The dark, freezing to death, and heights

Q - Quote(s): "It's a good thing life is free, because you could never charge for this crap" (or something similar)

R - Reason to Smile: The Man

S - Season: Spring/Summer

T - Tag Eight: Ha! Yeah right.

U - Unknown Fact About Me: Ummm. . . .I always want to be sitting in front of a running heater, even when it's 100 degrees outside and 90 degrees inside.

V - Vegetarian or ...not?: Mostly Vegetarian.

W - Worst Habit: Not eating

Y - Your Favorite Food: Good tacos.

Z - Zodiac: Gemini. I was more of one when I was a teenager though.

Total work randomness

Sorry to all you many, many people out there who read my blog and comment so much, for not posting recently. Believe me, it was for good reason. Why, you ask? Well, frankly, my life is boring. No, no, quiet those protests. I know how interesting I am, but somehow, that doesn't seem to rub off on my life. Maybe I play to many video games or something. . . .nah.

I still love my job. Can you believe it!?! I have NEVER loved any form of employment. I'm too lazy! But I love this job. I haven't been looking forward to going lately because I've been so tired, but I still love being there, once I'm there. Crazy!!! I never thought I'd see the day. Though I fear I'm turning into a crazed health-nut. Oh, I still like my Burger King (those fries love me as much as I love them!), and I get said Burger King when The Man can't bring me dinner. I mean, it's just across the street. How tempting is that?! But back to being a crazed health-nut: as I was going to Burger King yesterday to get my lusciousness for dinner, I was trying very hard not to breathe. Why? Because the air was full of all sorts of crap because of an impending storm that never happened. Smog and dirt, and nasty things, I'm sure. All I could think was "I don't want to breathe this crap!" But it's hard to keep driving and not breathe at the same time. Takes some talent. I was quite happy about breathing when I drove home though, because it was dark, and I couldn't see the crapiness of the air. Guess I'm never going to visit L.A. I'll probably pass out from lack of oxygen before I even get out of the car. So, yay for loving your job!

I am drinking the BEST JUICE EVER right now. Bolthouse Farms 100% Clementine Juice. Love it. It really does taste like clementines. Work has also given me all sorts of new food addictions. Thankfully, they are probably better for me than say, Dr Pepper. So, go out to your local health food joint and buy you a bottle of this nectar from the gods. You will thank me for it, I promise.

Work romances, yay or nay? Really, I want your opinions. I'm okay with them, seeing as how I met The Man at work. But there is a girl I work with that asked a guy I work with to go to a school dance with her. He wanted to say no (I found out last night), but said "Maybe, I think I have something going on," instead. She heard "Maybe. I don't think I have something going on." And proceeded to tell everyone at work that they were going to the dance together. She asked everyone for date ideas, and kind of dressed up for him one day. He's a super nice guy, and so is struggling on how to tell her no. And he's got to, because I think she really likes him, and if he ends up going to this dance with her, she will have the impression that he likes her. Well, she already has that impression. This is were I told him to lie (bad, bad blogger!) and say he had a family emergency come up. After this weekend, I will probably try to let her know that he really doesn't like her as much as she thinks he does, he's just a really nice guy. She's a good Mormon girl who doesn't encourage lying, and he's a bad Mormon boy who likes to say the "F-word" a lot and he doesn't think she'd like that too much. And he doesn't like her. But that's not really important when it comes to love, now is it?

Getting. . .very. . . sleepy. . . .

I am so wiped out. I just worked on a day I'm used to having off, and had to work register 3, instead of 1 or 2, which means I was stuck facing the dairy section all day. SO BORING!!!! The dairy section isn't that big, so it doesn't take very long. Thankfully, freight came in today, so I had a bunch of stuff I could put out, even though it wasn't my job. Then I spent a couple of hours organizing the teeny tiny freezer in the back. That sucked! No one in that store ever attempts to keep that freezer organized. It was a mess! I was pretty pissed about being on 3 again, until the assistant manager told me that he and the store manager were planning on using me to fill the lead cashier position soon. They think I'm very reliable and a hard worker, so they want me to take that position. They've had a hard time filling it because every time they start to think someone is ready for it, they quit. It really made my day better. Unfortunately, I'm also scheduled 5 days next week! AAAAHHHHH!!! I talked to the store manager, who is a freaking bear and just as scary, and I hope I didn't piss him off by mentioning that I don't want full-time hours. But then, most people want more hours than they are getting. It's just that I know we don't need me to be working that much, so I really don't want to. It's hard work! And I'm L.A.Z.Y. I guess we'll see what happens.