done

i've decided to end my blog mostly because i've lost interest in it. i left a couple blog entries that are my faves.

the end.

The Ralph Saga

Ralph, as in puke, came into the house tonight as soon as I opened the door to come inside. [Just so you know, he or she (not sure the sex) is the displaced neighborhood cat.]

So, He ran straight to my room, then under my bed.

My roommate Karen and I didn't know what to do. I mean, Denver had our first snowstorm of the season, so it's quite cold outside.

So, I gave Ralph some of Karen's milk. I don't own cat food or anything similar to cat food. I have hummus. That's what I eat.

Ralph takes a couple of sips of milk then curls up on the couch.

A few hours later Karen and I look at each other and talk about Ralph staying the night. I was open to the idea since it's cold, but I didn't want Ralph to keep me up and he's strager. Plus lets not forget he bit my shoulder a few weeks ago.

Anyway, Karen opens the door and on our front porch she sees Ralph's ralph, real puke. That was a deal breaker for Karen. So she threw him out.

I feel bad. I do. I mean, the cat needs a home, but neither one of us want a cat. So... yeah.

30 Update and Ralph the Cat

So, I've been 30 for over a month now. It's been good so far. I mean, my health looks good so far: no cavities, no changes with the eye sight, no potential surgeries. So, all and all good signs of health.

But, ever since I moved into my fabulous new house, my roommate and I have had a little visitor. His name is Ralph, as in puke, he's black with yellow-greenish eyes. Very slender. Anyway, any time I'm on the front porch he'll somehow appear. Usually, while I'm eating bruschetta and drinking a glass of vino he'll come meowing up a storm.

As expected, I at first was apprehensive towards the cat. Mostly because I don't like cats all that much. I'm a dog lover.

I kinda assumed that the cat was only befriending me because I'm 30 and single. My big fear was that he and the rest of his cohorts will make me the crazy cat lady in a few short years. Of course, I'm resisting and hopeful that I won't be. I'd rather be the crazy dog lady on the street.

Needless to say, in a few short weeks the bloody cat, Ralph, began to warm-up to me. I mean, I looked forward to his visits and his unabashedly sitting on my lap while eating or working on my laptop.

All was good until last night. I was petting Ralph and being playful with him. And out of no where he bit my clavicle! I have two bite marks on my shoulder blade.

I can't trust Ralph. He's not the cat I thought he was. It's over, Ralph. Over.

my new killer workout

Trade

If there's ever a movie that anyone should see, it's the new film Trade.

I saw this film in August, a special showing for film critics. I'm not a film critic, well a professional one. I only saw the film because it was a work thing for me. Don't believe the critics reviews, they're a bunch burnt-out lameos who missed the point of this poignant film.

Trade is about sex / human trafficking not only in the States, but across the globe. Never have I ever felt so much emotion towards an issue that impacts everyone. I cannot reiterate enough that this film has captured the humanistic side of an industry that is vile and disgusting I left feeling like I wish God never created sex. I did. The reason why this heinous act exists is because of creepy men demand it. If there wasn't a demand then there would be no sex trafficking.

Moreover, as we're moving towards an important election year keep sex trafficking in mind when you vote on immigration reform. In fact, I highly recommend that you ask your federal and state legislators specifically how their immigration reform will impact sex trafficking in the US. The demand for it also comes from the allure of desire to live in a prosperous country with strict immigration.

Click on this link for more info on Trade; and get involved to help combat the sex trafficking industry.

DQ

"I don't eat meat..." "Shwto?"

This scene from 'Everything Is Illuminated' makes me laugh for so many reasons. The post-Soviet culture to being a veggie. I can't tell you how many times I've had this conversation with Americans, not Russians since I wasn't a veg then. And, I'm amazed that my choice to be a vegetarian offends people. I don't understand it.

But ya know, we live in a society where people solely eat meat, no fruit. Any diet out there that says you can eat greasy bacon and not fruit is totally jacked up!

But if you're at all interested in learning more about being a vegetarian / vegan then click on this link. It'll answer some of your questions like: How do you get enough protein if you don't eat meat? Heard of a complete protein before? Beans + rice = complete protein. Hummus + pita = complete protein. Much healthier than meat.