I Suppose It Could Be Worse

Well everyone, today is my birthday. I always try to use birthdays as motivation to make changes in my life. You know "now that I'm ???? I'm going to stop doing this, and start doing that." Mostly all that actually happens though is that I feel old and generally pissed off.

Also, Impala decided to wish me a happy birthday by pissing on the floor twice today, even though he hasn't been doing that since we got him fixed. He seems to be trying to start some sort of feud with the cats outside because the last couple of days he keeps pissing right up against the door where they always stare at each other through the glass.

Also, a couple of years ago I kind of decided that when I was 28 I was going to really get my shit together. I know it seems sort of arbitrary, but that number kept showing up a lot there for a while, so I decided that's what it meant. Anyway, I now have exactly one year to figure things out, or feel like a complete and utter failure. So yay for me.

At least my birthdays don't tend to turn out quite as shitty as Buffy's. 

However You Say That

Now that I have a new DVD player, I have decided that I really don't like the workout that I designed after all. I really want something that is actually fun (which mine was not) but it also has to be challenging (which mine sort of was). I tried going back to my old belly dance DVD, but it just didn't feel that effective. So I spent the better part of the day yesterday searching Amazon for a new workout DVD, and finally settled on this one.

I had never heard of this before, but I looked up some videos on Youtube and it's pretty fucking cool.  

Too Much Information?

This is something that many of you probably have no desire to hear about, but it's been bugging me so I'm going to talk about it anyway.

Bras are not designed for girls who workout. I have entirely given up on wearing a bra at all because none of them remotely close to fitting me anymore. The problem is that my tits are not so much tits as pecs, and it turns out bras just aren't designed for that. No matter what size I try, they all just fit wrong, feel uncomfortable, and look goofy. So here's what I'd like to know, what do other girls who workout do about this? I know they aren't all going around braless, so do they just deal with the awkward fit, or is there some bra company out there that understands that some girls have more muscle on their chests?

Phase One Complete

This morning, my dad and I took three cats to be spayed. Soon we'll be going to pick them back up. I know three cats out of....... however the fuck many we have, doesn't seem like much, but I feel infinitely better about the whole situation knowing that I have, at least, made some progress. I am going to do my very best to make sure that we at least get the majority of them taken care of before spring comes around. Lest we start the whole mess over again with new kittens.

(pun!)

Reconciliation

Remember when I said that my pigs had gotten a divorce? Well, it seems that they have reconciled, or at least decided that their problems aren't worth being cold at night anymore. They do, however, apparently still want me to think that they don't get along at all. Every time I'm around, they grumble, and bitch, and refuse to go into the barn at the same time. I wouldn't even know that they were sleeping in the barn together again if my sister hadn't gone to get something out of the shop when I wasn't around. She caught them all snuggled up together and took a picture.

Notice the extra set of ears in the background there? That would be Tuni. 

 

Do You Want to Play a Game?

Considering the fact that it was Thanksgiving, yesterday was actually a pretty decent day. I managed to avoid any and all holiday related activities, which was almost enough to make me forget what day it was. Then last night my mom, my sister and I hung out with my aunt and my cousin, who I haven't seen for quite some time. We sat around and talked and played board games until 1:30 in the morning. Then, of course, I had to drive home on icy roads at 1:30 in the morning and try not to die (and, more importantly, try not to fuck up my mom's car). Still, pretty nice overall.

 

Gee Thanks

It's time again for my Annual Angry Thanksgiving Rant. Are you ready? Here it is.

Thanksgiving is the worst holiday ever, and here's why-

1- It's actually about absolutely nothing that it claims to be about.
2- It is, by far, the most miserable day of the year for vegans (unless they happen to be lucky enough to have a group of other vegans to spend it with. Even then it still kind of sucks.).
3- It mostly involves forcing people to pretend to get along with people they don't get along with at all.
4- It encourages a multitude of unhealthy behaviors.
5- Our society is so fucked up that a day that is supposedly about being thankful for what we have is immediately followed by a day dedicated to insane greed and rampant consumerism.
6- The fact that people say "Happy Turkey Day!" and I have to pretend that I don't feel the overwhelming desire to strangle them.
7- We are so oblivious that we don't see anything wrong with the fact that the origin of Thanksgiving was the Native Americans basically saving the pilgrims from starvation, and that they "thanked" them for it by murdering them and stealing their land.
8- The fact that no one thinks it's completely horrifying to be "thankful" for the corpse of a murdered bird with a bunch of bread shoved up his ass, and that no one seems to care that he would have been thankful for not being tortured and killed.
9- Everyone thinks you're a horrible person if you have the nerve to point out any of these things.
10- (This year specifically) I didn't get to go to Farm sanctuary's Celebration FOR the turkeys, which is the only thing that ever makes me not hate this holiday with a fiery passion.