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Crazy Shit My Neighbors Say (Mother’s Day Special) May 8, 2011

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So, I have these neighbors. Here’s what they have in their yard:

  1. A horse.
  2. A giant pile of trash.
  3. A busted boat (with trash in it).
  4. Dogs. Many, many dogs.
  5. Fights.

My neighbors’ yard kind of looks like this, only there’s a horse, too.

Their fights are of the cataclysmic, thermo-nuclear variety. They hurl epithets like sharpened tree branches, they kick holes in their door, they use the “n-word.” These fights happen on a weekly basis, and when I hear raised voices next door, I turn out all the lights and sit on my back steps, eavesdropping. I can’t help myself. I have a prurient obsession with my neighbors’ fights. Maybe it’s because I don’t watch television, and therefore suffer from a violence deficiency. Or maybe it’s because I could never come up with dialogue like this, never, no matter how hard I tried. Here’s a snippet from tonight’s episode.

HIM: You did that shit in fronta my MOM!

HER: (unintelligible shrewish shrieking)

HIM: This is just a repeat of last night. You’re just drunk and you can’t handle it. It’s the same thing all over again.

HER: (more of same shrewish shrieking)

HIM: Bitch! I didn’t steal nothin’ from you–I bought you cigarettes! And a lighter!

HER: (shrewishness, etc.)

HIM: (wheezing) Why? Why would I do that? You need to grow the hell up!

HER: Me! Grow up? At least I don’t destroy other people’s property! (enters house and slams door)

HIM: Oh no, you just destroy people’s lives!

~Fin~

And by “Fin” I mean that he got into his truck and peppered their house in a spray of gravel as he revved the engine and peeled out. Because that’s how things always end. And really, what other kind of ending is there?

Nothing to Hide, Part I February 17, 2010

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Happy Ash Wednesday, everyone! I know Ash Wednesday isn’t normally regarded as a “happy” holiday. Penitent, remorseful, determined, or hung-over, sure. But happy?

Yes. I love Lent.

Cartoon from http://www.cartoonchurch.com/blog/

Lent, of course, gives Mardi Gras context. Without the approach of Lent, Mardi Gras is kind-of meaningless. Of course you could decide for yourself that Mardi Gras is about celebrating life or parades or whatever, and it is. But it’s also the last hurrah before the Lenten season, giving participants license to indulge heavily in whatever they’re about to forego for the next six weeks or so. Such overindulgence can also be a catalyst, a motivator to help urge Lenten abstinence. I mean, haven’t you woken after a night of heavy boozing with a churning stomach and pounding head and sworn to yourself that you’re never drinking ever again? Yeah, me too.

For me, Lent is a time to learn or experience something new, to actively choose something (perhaps something difficult) for the sake of learning about myself, or the universe, or just to prove to myself that I can do it. There is deep satisfaction in such accomplishments, if nothing else. This year I’m giving up makeup for Lent. And, because I want Lent to be about doing something and not just not doing something, I’m committing to writing. Every. Single. Day. No matter what.

The first reason I’m giving up makeup has something to do with vanity and letting go of it. The second reason is because I want to make peace with my face. Now, I’m not a makeup nut or anything. Most days I don’t wear it. But if I want to “look good”, I do. I’m not sure what that means (yet) but I hope to find out through this experiment. I haven’t gone without makeup this long since I was fourteen or fifteen.  I don’t love the idea that in order to feel confident about myself or my appearance, I have to alter it (however slightly). But I also don’t really love the idea of going out to dinner or to the wine bar without makeup.

Because, in my mind, I won’t look pretty. And people will be less inclined to smile or be nice to me. I’ll be battling with feeling “plain” and what that says about me. Being “pretty” has always been important to me. Our society places little value on women who aren’t. So that’s what I’ll be dealing with this Lent. It helps, of course, that I have a husband that says things like, “You’re gorgeous without makeup, honey” and “You have a cute little face.” But the point will be encouraging self-worth from within, not from whether or not other people think I’m good-looking.

More posts on this topic to come….

A Letter to Santa November 25, 2009

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Dear Santa,

For Christmas, can I please have my own planet? I promise to take care of it and all the animals that live there. You wouldn’t need to make me the queen or anything, as long as the other people who lived there were enlightened, devoted to intelligent discourse and compassion, and regularly exercised their capacity for free thought. Oh, I’d want there to be wine, too. You see, as much as I like Earth, it makes me all pannicky when I’m reminded that I am stuck on the same planet as these multitudes of unthinking, propaganda-bewitched people and their ilk. I’ve been very, very good this year (and by “good” you know I mean that I have made up my own mind about stuff and never once let a pundit tell me what to think or how to feel).

Santa, if you can’t swing the whole-other-planet thing, then can I at least have my own vineyard, and a lifetime supply of paper bags for breathing into when people like this cause me to hyperventilate? I promise I’ll recycle them.

Love,

Milly

Embarassed, Yet Again, By Other Christians November 23, 2009

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What's sadder than this dead Christmas tree? Go Fish's Christmas song.

The holidays are again upon us, and so naturally, obnoxious, infuriating crap like this is being circulated via email and Facebook posts*. Someone- a Christian person who goes to our church, and probably considers themselves to be “liberal” and of a different class of Christian than your run-of-the-mill fundamentalist- sent this link to my husband, with a note that said something like, “Ha ha! This ought to get you in the spirit!”

Indeed!

Before I kick this rant into high gear, it is important for me to clarify two things. First, I am a Christian. Second, Christmas is my absolute super-most-favorite holiday ever. I’ve already been listening to (real) Christmas music (like the French Quarter Band’s Dixieland Christmas) for at least three weeks, much to my husband’s chagrin. That being said, I was first enraged, then embarrassed, and then saddened by Go Fish’s song in supposed celebration of Christmas. I’d love the opportunity to have a conversation with these guys. Here’s what I’d say to them: (more…)

Awards, Political Statements, and TMI November 10, 2009

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Yippee! I am the proud recipient of a blogging award, my first. The award was given to me by my muse of French-ness: Mo, of Me, Mo and Myself.

awesomebloggerawardAs a condition of this award, I’m supposed to tell you seven things about myself. I can’t resist the opportunity to make this list semi-germane to the ongoing healthcare debate/debacle in this country.  So, here goes.

1. I do not have health insurance.

2. This is because good health insurance is too expensive. And even paying for the so-called “good” health insurance doesn’t guarantee that the insurance company will actually pay for the procedures recommended by your physician, as my mother has recently discovered.

3. Since I don’t have health insurance, I seldom visit the doctor, and have a general, vague distrust of the entire medical system. Fortunately, I am a very healthy person.

4. Unfortunately, it also means that I am occasionally compelled to perform my own feats of dermatology, e.g. removing suspicious-looking moles with nail scissors.

5. Sometimes I try to diagnose my occasional health concerns by google-ing my symptoms. This is a very, very bad idea that usually results in hypochondriacal fantasies of cancer, renal failure, or early-onset Ebola.

6. I don’t really like to take medicine. My cures for most problems are:

  • A glass of wine.
  • A nap.
  • A hot bath.
  • A hug.
  • Cajoling my husband into massaging some part of my body.

7. I do believe that our government should do something about the current health-care situation in our country, because unless you’re either a gozillionaire or on Medicare/Medicaid, it sucks. I DO NOT, however, like the current plan being bandied about in Congress. I am particularly displeased with the idea that I will be REQUIRED to BUY insurance from the government or other provider, lest I face a fine or some other punitive action when and if I have to go to the doctor. Please, Congressmen. That is SO not what we were asking for.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go sit in a hot bath with a bowl of chocolate ice cream and a book. For my health, yo?

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The Feminine Identity Project or Defector With Hairy Pits July 31, 2009

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vintage beautiful womanhood magazineWhat does it mean to be a woman? I have never met a woman who hasn’t struggled with this question, subconsciously or otherwise. There are a variety of influences in a woman’s life, each with their own concept of what a woman should be. Beginning when we are girls, we are presented with various, often contradictory ideas about what it means to be a woman, and this continues throughout our lives. Parents, teachers, mentors, and peers can all contribute to a woman’s understanding of her identity, and these can often be positive and encouraging influences. But for a lot of women, the loudest and most persuasive voices are cultural, and seldom our own. Popular culture tells us that women should be long-legged, big-breasted, eternally young and impeccably dressed. We should aspire to be materially wealthy, and smokin’ hot until the doctors say No more Botox for you, ma’am, at which point we must go into seclusion or die. This narrow concept of womanhood focuses solely on a woman’s physical exterior; our icons need not be intelligent, kind or daring. Only beauty matters, and beauty has very strict definitions. There are women who are soldiers of this ideal, following every rule with military precision, pledging allegiance to shaving cream and Maybelline. It’s hard-core, y’all. I know because I have been one of them. (more…)

On Facebook, and Why I Hate It July 7, 2009

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facebookA few months ago, one of my friends (a real friend, by the way, one that I talk to in real life, and actually do things with, such as drinking cocktails at 10 a.m.) defected from the Resistance and joined Facebook. Because this friend was usually sitting next to me in the university’s computer lab, not-doing her assignments just as I was not-doing mine, she somehow convinced me to join Facebook.  I think she might have hypnotized me or threatened me with a rusty thumbtack. I probably blocked it out because I can’t remember.

I do, however, remember her gushing about how “fun” it was, how it was so “great to be in contact again” with people she “hadn’t seen in years.” At first I was like, No. No way. But every day she’d eagerly log onto her Facebook page and start giggling about the comments written on her wall (Wall? Cyberspace has walls?), and I’d be staring catatonically at my blog, trying to figure out what in the hell to post about. After a while I began peering at her Facebook out of the corner of my eye and thinking, “Maybe. It does kinda look like fun.” and then one day my spine went limp and I signed up. Or she she waved the aforementioned thumbtack in front of my eye and demanded. Like I said, I can’t remember.

Since joining Facebook, I have logged in approximately three times. Because another thing I can’t remember is WHY THE HELL IT SEEMED LIKE IT MIGHT BE FUN.

Facebook is not fun. Not even a little bit. I mean, I get that EVERYONE is doing it. And one day, when I am a published novelist, I will probably be required to have a Facebook page, for promotional purposes. It will be all about my novels and how they’re flying off the shelves at unprecedented rates, and hopefully I’ll have a bajillion “friends” who are really just fans- hordes of delirious, devoted bookworms who check my page twenty times a day and  write adoring things on my “wall.” (more…)

Chickens Are Très Chic! May 16, 2009

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Miss Edna. Her cheeks are fluffier than yours are.

Miss Edna. Her cheeks are fluffier than yours are.

Just before I got my chickens, I remarked to a friend (who was also about to embark on her own chicken experience) that I anticipated a profound learning experience. I had no idea how right that statement was, how much I would learn, and how much simply having some chickens in my yard would change me.

Chickens are amazing little creatures. Before I had chickens and was therefore able to observe them up-close-and-personal, there were, in my mind, a lot of myths about chickens. For instance, I’d heard that chickens were moronically stupid, and would drown themselves by throwing their heads back and opening their beaks to a rainstorm. Nevermind that this makes no sense if you think about it for longer than two seconds. I never questioned it. I also assumed they were indiscriminate omnivores, and would eat anything you put in front of them. This is also not true. Chickens have very specific preferences.  Or mine do, anyway.  They love mushrooms and grapes and tomatoes. Especially tomatoes. Tomatoes send them into a fluttering, jumping, squawking, trilling, pecking ecstasy of excitement. They like to be fed the plump caterpillars from my flower garden, which I pluck from the lantana bushes with a pair of chopsticks. They also like to eat my ferns, which is considerably less charming, and seems to be something of a thrill simply because it causes me to squawk and flutter as I shoo them back into the yard. Surprisingly, they don’t care for mango or blackberries, red bell pepper or carrot. And all of them but one are teetotalers. Only Goldie, one of my reds, has a taste for wine. I serve it to her in an acorn cap, like a tiny chalice. No, I am not kidding about that. I have happy hour with my chickens nearly every afternoon. (more…)

Meet Your Meat March 25, 2009

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This is a very pretty cow.

This is a very pretty cow.

Last week was Spring Break, and I spent most of it outside, hoeing soil, planting seeds, digging rocks, and of course- doting on my darling baby chickens.  Out there in the sun and the fresh air and the birdsong, I couldn’t help but wonder how humans have gotten so far off track. It wasn’t that long ago that most people did this kind of work every day. It wasn’t a relaxing hobby, it was survival. How did we become convinced that it was better to spend eight hours beneath the fluorescent lights than to feel the sun on your shoulders? Who decided that it was preferable to gaze catatonically at a computer screen than to witness the magic of bean sprouts bursting through the soil, unfurling their delicate green necks, and opening their faces to the sky? Being outside, growing plants, feeding chicks, using your muscles and your mind and your heart to coax fruit from the Earth – all of it feels right in some fundamental, supposed-to-be kind of way.

And then a friend of mine sent me a link to this video. It was as though the Universe were attempting to punctuate my thoughts with the contrasting reality. The video is a demonstration of how it’s NOT supposed to be, but is. (more…)

Rethinking the CFL February 15, 2009

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Less than brilliant, but oh-so-21st-century!

As an environmental science major at Texas State University, I get exposed to a lot of “green” ideas: composting, geothermal heating techniques, and solar energy, for example. Most of what I learn has been enlightening and informative. So when everyone in the department began raving about the importance of replacing traditional, incandescent bulbs with compact fluorescent light bulbs, I went along with it. After all, the benefits seemed obvious. Sure, a box of those cute little twirly bulbs was several times more expensive than a package of regular light bulbs, but by switching, I could save myself $43.80 per year in energy costs. It was printed right there on the box. It made good financial sense. Beyond that, I could console myself with the knowledge that my light fixtures were responsible for less toxic ick in the atmosphere; CFLs use less electricity, which means the power plants were generating less pollution on my behalf.

Since the introduction of the CFL, I have invested in about seven of them. So far, I haven’t noticed any significant decrease in my electricity bill. Maybe that’s because I was already in the habit of turning off lights that I wasn’t using. But, what is more disappointing to me is that I don’t like the light they produce. The first time I installed a CFL and turned on the lamp, I was instantly disheartened. The cozy reading nook which had once been bathed in tranquil, amber light was now awash in glaring sterility. Soothing? No. Relaxing? No. It felt like a reading nook at a doctor’s office, like there should be a shabby pile of out-of-date bass fishing magazines and tattered Highlights for Kids piled up beside the chair. But did I unscrew the bulb and re-install the faithful, chubby little incandescent bulb which had been doing me right for months? No. I didn’t. I sighed, and resigned myself to my inferior lighting situation for the sake of the environment.

But now that I’ve been reading about it, I’m pretty sure that CFLs are the opposite of good for the environment, because there’s mercury-a known neurotoxin-inside them. Ever broken a light bulb? Yeah, me too. What are you supposed to do if you break a light bulb full of poison? The packages I’ve purchased don’t say. But the EPA says to leave the room for fifteen minutes, turn off your AC or heating system, open a window, and forbid anyone from walking through the contaminated area. Then, you’re supposed to “Carefully scoop up glass pieces and powder using stiff paper or cardboard and place them in a glass jar with metal lid (such as a canning jar) or in a sealed plastic bag. Use sticky tape, such as duct tape, to pick up any remaining small glass fragments and powder. Wipe the area clean with damp paper towels or disposable wet wipes. Place towels in the glass jar or plastic bag. Do not use a vacuum or broom to clean up the broken bulb on hard surfaces.”

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I see CFLs all the time now. And I have to wonder: How many people know that if they break one, they’ve suddenly got a little haz-mat situation on their hands? This begs the question, what are you supposed to do with the CFLs that expire? It is inadvisable to throw them into the garbage because of the mercury in them, which has the potential to leach into groundwater, or somewhere else mercury shouldn’t be. TCEQ says that it’s legal to dispose of CFLs in household trash (the agency recommends sealing them in a plastic bag first) if there isn’t a place to recycle them locally, but that doesn’t make me feel good.  Some stores, such a Home Depot, offer CFL recycling drop-off centers. But how many people are really going to make a special trip in their already-busy schedules to drop off a few old light bulbs at a recycling center? It’s hard enough getting people to recycle aluminum cans and paper.

I’m not against innovation. And I’m definitely not against reducing energy consumption. But this is one environmentalist who cannot advocate the substitution of sketchy innovation in place of easy-implemented lifestyle changes, like turning off the lights in empty rooms, and powering down computers at the end of a day. Emissions from power plants are a nasty problem, and I know- there’s mercury in those, too. But why hasn’t there been a big campaign to get people to reduce their energy consumption? I’ll tell you why.

Dolla dolla bills, y’all.

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