I’m taking a break from painting today because my fingers are completely swollen from griping that damn roller brush and the bottom of my foot has a huge bruise on it from stepping off the ladder funny. Good news is, I’m almost done! Just a little more primer in the living room and then I can paint it and the spare bedroom, which is thankfully small, and the bathroom in our room, which is also tiny. SO YEAH ONLY ONE MORE DAY OF PAINTING THEN I’LL BE DONE.
I plan on doing that Friday and spending these next two days packing up our apartment.
Then Saturday I’m ripping the dirty carpet out of the two bedrooms and cleaning up the hardwoods underneath because that carpet is so fucking nasty and no matter how many time I vacuum it, the dog hair won’t come out and there are gross stains and they aren’t my stains so it has to go.
And Sunday we’re moving. Or rather, Trent is moving without my help (his brothers are helping) since I did all the painting. Whoop whoop!
Oh, shit. When I said “I’m done” I meant for the night, not with the house. There’s still a ton of other shit to paint. It’s taking forever because we are painting light colors over the shit brown and dark gray that came with the house. Also, I had to spend a substantial amount of time picking dog hair out of the walls. Don’t ask.
Oh, and the maintenance guy still hasn’t collected his panties.
We started painting our new house tonight. We got the primer done in Mabel’s room, the hallway, the first bathroom, and our bedroom, but we still have to do another coat in our room and the living room and the craft room before we even start painting with actual colors.
We also have to clean the shit out of everything because the landlords definition of clean is way different from mine. Call me crazy, but if there is visible dog hair on every surface then it’s not clean. In fact it is disgusting.
Oh, and some brainiac painted the ceiling in the bathroom yellow so I got to prime a ceiling tonight. I feel pretty confident in saying that painting ceilings is the fucking worst.
On a brighter note, our landlord’s 80 year old mother brought us a ton of moving boxes and even made a little spot in the backyard for me to grow tomatoes because she’s awesome.
AND! The maintenance guy left some cleaning supplies behind and a ladder and stepstool for us to use, but he also left a small container of chocolate ice cream in the freezer, a Coors Light in the fridge, and a pair of boxer briefs on the kitchen counter because of course he did.
(Trigger Warning: This post contains an opinion. I know how scary those are for some people.)
Why did you become a vegan? That is the number one question I’m asked and it’s usually followed by, how did you start?
The quick answer is, I think animal products are disgusting and as for how I started, I just did. If it was an animal product I stopped eating/purchasing it. Simple as that.
I tried going vegan a few times in my early twenties, but it never stuck. I think it’s partly because I wasn’t as informed as I am now and that has everything to do with having a child.
When Mabel was approaching a year old I started doing extensive research on what foods to feed her, which led to my research into where our food comes from and how those foods are produced, which led to my research into the adverse health effects of the foods we consume. I read and watched anything I could get my hands on. I drove Trent crazy for months rattling off statistics and facts.
Then in October of 2010 I made the decision to go vegan. I stopped buying animal products, but still ate the stuff we already had at our house because I grew up too poor to just throw food out. By December I was completely vegan and by February, Trent and Mabel were vegan, too.
So I guess the reason we became vegan is because it is the compassionate choice. Everything about the meat/dairy/egg industry is horrible, from the inhumane treatment of the animals to the damage it does to the planet and our health. Don’t even get me started on factory farming and the terrible working conditions they inflict on their employees.
I honestly can’t think of an argument to support the consumption of animal products, except that they taste good, and for me that’s just not good enough. Not anymore.
These guys came to Little Rock last night, but I didn’t go see them even though I really really like them.
Why, you ask? It’s simple, really. I don’t like to leave my house or be around other people, especially ones that are trying so hard to be cooler than everyone else, and I don’t like driving at night and there was a tiny chance of rain and I don’t know when I turned into such an old lady but I am now so I can’t do anything fun.
Sometimes I get so carried away with the what-ifs. Like what if Trent takes this new job? What if he’s gone for 30 days at a time? What if Mabel doesn’t understand? What if he gets a significant raise? What if we pay off our debt before we’re I’m 30? What if we can live like gypsy’s and travel anywhere we want during the two weeks he’ll be guaranteed off every thirty days? What if??
These are the questions rolling around in my head this morning.
(I’ve also done productive things, like clean the kitchen and make breakfast. Just in case you were wondering.)
I was asked to join a book club this weekend. I was torn because while I love to read, I don’t love people telling me what to read. In the end I agreed because I’ve already read the book for this month. It’s The Paris Wife and I hated it. So I get to sit around and drink wine while discussing what a selfish fucking baby Hemingway was. So it’s a win/win.
And I swear to God if they try to make me read The Shack or some horrible Jodi Picoult book I’m quitting.
She puts her little potty seat on the toilet and uses a stool to get herself on it, cheers for herself, wipes, flushes, puts the potty seat away, takes her stool to the sink and washes her hands. By the time she’s done all that she usually has to pee again, but whatever, as long as we’re done with diapers I don’t care how long the process takes.
How much money do you spend on groceries every month?
We spend anywhere from $400-$600 per month. It seems like a lot, but that has to cover breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks/coffee for three people who never eat out. We also buy organic whenever possible and the processed foods we get don’t contain high fructose corn syrup and are made with real ingredients, which cost significantly more than cheetos and poptarts.
Once the Farmers market comes back that total will drop some. It will also come down once it’s 100 degrees outside because we don’t eat as much during the summer months.
I guess I’m just curious because I read an article on MSN that asked the same question and most families only spent about $200-$300 a month on groceries, which seems impossible to me.
Mabel just got her first busted lip tonight. She opened her mouth to cry and blood came pouring out and of course my mind went to the worst place and I screamed because obviously she was dying, but she wasn’t. Her lip was just busted.
She’s fine now. She’s got almond milk and Tangled.
I went to bed last night at 10 and slept till 6:15 this morning. That’s the most continuous sleep I’ve had in I don’t know how long. I didn’t realize how stressed out I was about my mom until after I talked to her. Now I just feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders.
This morning I took Mabel to Starbucks (it’s the only place in this town with vegan options) for a breakfast date and in a little bit we’re going to get ready to go to The Museum of Discovery with Kristi and Sam. They have a dinosaur exhibit and all Mabel has talked about this morning is seeing the dinosaur spookies (fossils).
Oh, and last night I had this weird dream that was part Hunger Games, part zombie apocalypse and Mabel was my little sister and we were running for our lives. And Jerry Seinfeld was the main villain. It was more weird than scary.
So I just got off the phone with my mom. She acted exactly how I thought she would. She denies any memory of the bad things that happened. She even went on to say that maybe it’s a good thing it happened because now I won’t take shit off other people. I guess that’s one way to look at it…
Her main concern was not being able to see Mabel this weekend, but I knew that would be the case going into it.
I feel better since I told her and it’s nice to know that I’m completely immune to her guilt trips because the whole time she was crying I never felt sorry for her.
The best thing is I talked to my aunt and she fully supports my decision so that awesome since she was the only person I was worried about losing through this whole thing.
Oh, and we also had Chinese food again so all in all it’s been a pretty good night.