Update

Our house will never be miraculous and my social justice/stewardship/political/healthy living values are going to make us broke. And I'll of course never buy cute panties at V's because there's no way they are made without the help of slaves.

Ugg.

Also, the Subaru's transmission is really shot now.

Corn Terrifies Me! (Holy Health-Nut Rant, Batman! Half Retraction)

So, watched an informational show (how it works or something) about corn. It was terrible. And terrifying. Did you know GMO corn kills monarch butterflies? Yes. It does. And the place they grow this corn? In a deep, dark limestone cave because if the GMO strains get out they could wipe out all the corn in the US. Then it'd kill all the livestock (cause they're all beefed up on corn). Yeah, Science, that seems like a good idea.

So, I'm on a mission to avoid all corn. And I've been disturbed by the meat industry for a long time, but now I've got the balls to buy meat raised with integrity. (I've vaguely heard these things are not good, but I need proof, not just vagueness and opinion.)

So, I take back what I said about science and GMOs being a good idea. But I am still fascinated by it. I love microbiology. And I would totally be an agricultural scientist if I could even though I think it's sort of evil.

*NOTE: The show was not even crazy-leftist propaganda, only informational.

Also, Wal-Mart really is bad because it is subsidized by the government and isn't free-market at all. Plus, (like most big stores) they are notorious for poor treatment of humans (like outsourcing for the lowest price even if the people making those clothes/toys/shoes/etc. are slaves and abused). I hate human trafficking.

Trenches and Tubals

Sooooooooooooooooo. I sort of suck. I was all scheduled for a tubal ligation this morning and I cancelled last minute. I couldn't go through with it. I don't mean to be so fickle, but I couldn't imagine how it would actually feel to be permanently sterile until it was actually going to happen. My fatal flaw. I can't know how I'll feel about something until I'm in the throes of it (and I sort of have a feeling lag--days sometimes weeks late). Simon is really such a saint about it. We talked a little yesterday morning when I got home from work and then some more when I woke up and decided we can't do it yet. Both of us still want more kids. Whether or not we'll be able to have more kids is another story, better told years down the road. Not today. So, my doctor and the surgery staff will just have to suck it up.

In other news, I want some Vicky's bras and panties. Sick of slacker boobs. Also, who doesn't like a cute bootie? Waiting for the semiannual sale which my coworkers tell me will be in Januar.

So, the house search is still on. NOTHING remotely good. The in-laws just paid to waterproof the basement though, so our place is possibly going to be much nicer soon. I'm going to scrub that nasty basement and we'll have to make a couple trips to the dump, but I'm thinking we could paint the walls to brighten them a bit and totally increase our living space. The basement won't be anything pretty, but we can move Simon's work bench down there and I could set up an Art Area and organize all my attic (inaccessible) totes. And I really want to move our bookshelves down there. The flying-toast dining room could use a little extra space. Gosh, now I'm getting excited. Simon says he still hates our house, but I think a couple of changes could be miraculous. I need to rearrange our living room too--so not cozy. Also, I want an antenna--for television. I'm wasting my whole life not watching Ellen! What sort of a person does that?!

I really need to figure out how to get pictures on here--this blog would be sooo much better with pictures. Not even kidding.

So, cute story:  My kid was standing on a chair, smashing her face on the window, watching the plumbers run their backhoes all around our house, pounding on the glass and waving; and then she turns to me and says, with the most heartfelt excitement, "I wanna go play!" Who doesn't wanna go play in all those dirt mounds, kid? Who doesn't?