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It's come to my attention that my blogger account has been hacked! Apparently some crazy lady posted here yesterday about giving up plastic and Ziploc bags of all things!
Ok, I admit it. It was me. I'm feeling more confident about the plastic wrap, but the Ziploc? I use them, re-use them. Isn't that good enough?
I don't know.
I'm going to be all over the board here tonight, cause I'm PMSn' big time.
I feel a $50 Amazon.com card a comin' on Wednesday.
I just ate a small bowl of pretzels.
I didn't work out today.
I'm quite discombulated.
Aaron asked me if I will start making my own 'feminine products'.
Right now my mind is on overload.
Should I become a vegetarian?
Should I just buy local meat?
Should I just go get a job and forget this whole thing?
It's not the time of the month for any type of decision!
I took down all the Christmas decorations.
I tried to keep them up.
I know I've got a lot on my mind when I start dreaming things like this:
About 20 people were here to commit mass suicide. They were going to drink some cough syrup looking liquid. They were all excited about it. I kept trying to talk them out of it, and when they wouldn't listen, I became very angry and began to say things like:
"Who's gonna clean up all these bodies?"
"Heck if it's gonna be me!"
"I'm calling the police!"
The other night, well, let me start by saying the other day...I found.....
'old lady skin'
In my cleavage.
It's only when I move a certain way, but it's there. Oh it's there.
I keep seeing tans, gold chains and acrylic fingernails smoking cigarettes.
I keep thinking about old ladies that live in Florida.
I'm convinced that it's from sleeping on my side. Since finding the aforementioned old lady skin, I've been trying to sleep, unsuccessfully, on my back.
I end up on my side, stuffing blankets between my breasts to keep them apart.
I dreamt that I invented a bra that you sleep in that keeps your breasts apart, with a soft lump. It was scented like lavender to help you sleep.
I called it:
The Bosom Buddy
I'm not kidding.
I was on QVC.
I got six books out of the library yesterday and read them all.
The Pleasure of Keeping Chickens, and some other fowl care book.
Martha Stewart's Cupcake Book (why do I insist on torturing myself?)
Two books on making rag rugs. I think it's akin to building a flux capacitor.
But this is the book that shined, that fed my soul:
Made from Scratch, Discovering the Pleasures of a Handmade Life
by Jenna Woginrich
What I wanted to say tonight was this: I need to quiet 'myself' as much as I need to quiet my 'life'. Perhaps a quiet life is BORN of a quiet soul. If that's the case, then I'm screwed.
I've already thought of flaws in my plans.
Buying nothing new?
I desperately wanted a new hoe. Not just any hoe..but the Amish hoe from Lehmans. Sigh.
I'm going to begin keeping bees this spring. I'll need bee keepin' stuff.
I really wanted to get Photoshop Elements.
I'll cross those bridges when I get there.
My plans of not leaving the house but once a week?
What about Garden Club meetings once a month? What about the fact that we have some six inches of snow out there and Aaron and I will want to cross country ski or go sledding tomorrow? What about the days I just want to go thrifting?
Am I being to rigid?
It's not going to be easy.
It's going to change everything.
I'm sticking with my plan though.
I'm seeing clearly that 'things' are 'time'.
How long does it take you to earn the money to buy that 'thing'?
Start looking at things in terms of hours instead of dollars.
I'm going to stop here for the night...I don't think I'll make much sense
Monday morning amendment: Well, I'm feeling much better this morning! Note to self: do not post anything when your a hot mess of hormones. I just wanted to add that I'm not doing this 'without plastic wrap' thing because of the money...it's really because I want to be LESS of a consumer.