Organic… Here I Come!

 My daughter, yes, the one who is driving, wrote her most exhaustive term paper this year on America’s Obesity.  I proofread it for her and was shocked at the statistics and the sad food facts about us Americans.  I was secretly thankful she did not ask me for a personal interview for the paper.  I mean, first hand interviews are legit and all, but still.  Not something I want on my resume.

About a month ago we went on a hike out in the cactus infested wilderness with friends of ours and the gal talked about all the same information for the entire hike… plus more.  Don’t get me wrong, the information was interesting and I was indeed interested.  She referred me to a book which I found at the local library (my second home)  and have read and re-read it several times now… well, at least parts of it.  The Weight Loss Cure “They” Don’t Want You to Know About by Trudeau, no, not the Canadian Prime Minister.  It’s a conspiracy theory in all reality…. and quite engaging.

Because of the paper and the book, my daughter, yes, the one who is driving, decided with me to go organic and do some cleanses… long overdue cleanses.  Never done in my lifetime cleanses.  And drink tea… special teas from Trader Joe’s that I can’t pronounce the names of.  I don’t like tea that much and I am now reminded why… they taste similar to wet cardboard mixed with weeds.  But I’m drinking them and feeling so cleansed.  My gallbladder has never felt so free.  I do enjoy chai, but of course, it’s not on the list to cleanse any clogged organs.

That inner cry for Oreos and Cheetos will hopefully be suppressed by tea and organic peanut butter….. what inner cry, you ask?  Just you watch:

We will keep you posted on our organic journey as we breathe deeply, jump on the trampoline, walk, sing, dance and cleanse.  That noise?  That’s my pancreas singing with glee.

Black Friday 2009 (nine nine nine nine)

So it’s 5:24 am on the day after Thanksgiving.  BLACK FRIDAY!  The stores are teaming with avid, somewhat deranged, shoppers…. or so I’ve been told! Stores are giving away $1,000 gift certificates, 2,000 inch big screens for 49 cents, free popcorn, $10 off your $11 purchase, yada, yada, yada.  I’m only up because I was coughing so violently, I didn’t want to wake up and keep up my also sickly husband, who is snoring quite comfortably at the moment.  I’m drinking tea.  THAT is a tell-tale sign that I’m not well.  I only drink tea when I don’t feel up to my usual perky self.

Rick and I did get up at 5:00 am on BLACK FRIDAY three years ago, but it was not to shop and SAVE SAVE SAVE.  He had surgery #3 on his Achilles tendon at 7:00 am downtown.  I remember driving by the packed parking lot in front of Circuit City and wondering who came up with midnight shopping???  It’s crazy.  It’s only the crazy people who shop when they should be sleeping.  It’s the crazy people who come out at night when the moon in full.  Why would a store owner bend to the desires of the crazies?  And promote their uncouth crazy ways?

Now if the scrapbooking stores did the 3:00 am spend ten cents and get $400 worth of scrapping supplies, I’d be camping out in front of the store with my Coleman lantern, personal trimmer and pile of photos, rounding the corners for future pages.  But they don’t.  They’re not crazy.  See, this proves it that scrapbooking women are not crazy. 

OK, the bottom of my teacup is staring up at me.  I’m no longer coughing up a lung.  I can now go back to bed and dream of all the money I’m saving my husband by not participating in BLACK FRIDAY!  If you’re a CRAZY person, please let those of us who stayed in our warm beds know what we missed.