Change only comes with action, and a lot of it.

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‎4 Americans die every 20 minutes from what they eat…This is saddening. I came to a prolific revolution this early morning. We’re killing not only ourselves, but our children. This generation our children will live shorter lives than we will. We spend our lives being paranoid about Murder and crimes that will kill us, but the number one killer is heart disease, a DIET related disease. Murder is 18% or something like that. Don’t quote me. Now, this status is going to be really long, and I don’t honestly care whether all of you read it. If one person does, and they share it, and their friends share it, I’ve reached someone. It’s not our faults, most of us are uneducated. I’ve spent the last week doing research on this, and from what I’ve found I’m appalled. Cures to diseases can be found and reversed just by changing our diet. Alzheimers, a disease that hits close to home, has been stopped, and REVERSED by diet. Diabetes, heart disease, cancer, hyper tension, obesity(well no duh!) and many others. IS IT BAD THAT CHILDREN ARE GOING THROUGH LIPOSUCTION?! Children shouldn’t have to deal with this mess, but they don’t know how to cook. Parents these days don’t know how to cook, but they know Mcdonalds with all the sugar, fat, and crap packed into those damn burgers. A happy meal has 700 calories, and a combo meal has 1700.. give or take for some. 700 calories is enough to feed an adult, 1700 is enough to feed a family. WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?! I’m just saying, when you can go into a children’s classroom, start pulling out vegetables, and no child knows what they are, you have a problem. Most of these diseases are caused by red processed meat, and processed food. MSG, a nice little chemical is known to make you fat, but it’s in everything. We barely get one serving of vegetables a day, but we need 6. WHY? Why as a society have we focused so much on meat and little on vegetables. Meat shouldn’t be eaten that much to be perfectly honest. 2 to 3 times a week. We can survive on vegetables, and be perfectly healthy. I love meat though, I do. But meat makes more emissions than all the transportation in the world. it takes 50 gallons of water a day to give to ONE cow that’s used for meat, and 6 pounds of grain per pound of beef. Now, I’m not saying jump to give up meat because I say so. What I am saying is, reconsider your choices. It’s bad for you, the environment, and everything else, can you hold back on eating it? Vegetables fill you up faster without all the horrible calories anyway. I’ve lost 3 pounds in 2 days… and I’m full. I feel stuffed. I’m a weekday vegetarian. I don’t feel as bad for the animals, and I’m healthier, but I still get my meat fix. I know I’ll live longer, and so will my children. I’ll die before they do, and I’m happy about that choice. :) Now I’m no doctor, nor am I an expert. I just know all the documentaries I’ve watched, and what I’ve read.

There’s so much sugar in everything, so much processed crap out there it’s hard to fight against it. Being healthy makes no money, nor does being dead. The medical, pharmaceutical industry makes their money in the people in between. The people with at least one chronic disease. Now a days, doctors are quick to hand out a bag of pills. Even Hippocrates himself stated let food be thy medicine. If you’re stuffing your face with processed crap and not trying to change that at least then you’re wasting your time and the time of your physician. I’m not trying to sugar coat this, it’s a huge problem and being gentle won’t fix it. We tried that remember, look where it’s got us. America is the most unhealthy country in the world, so on top of half the world hating us for being pompous and arrogant and downright stupid(our educational system lacks, don’t try to make it sound good), now we’re killing ourselves with food.

Please pass this on, to educate one person, who will educate someone else will make me happy. I’m not asking for the world to be changed, but at least a few people who consider this will do just fine :) If there’s more, I’ll be happy with that too.

Don’t forget that you’re breathing

I’m not going to put any pictures in this one, no cool story prior, I’m just going to get straight to the point. Life is really short, considering how time goes by so quickly. The fact you breathe right now is pretty awesome, and nothing short of a miracle by God(or whatever you believe) and you can stop breathing quickly. I know, life isn’t always easy to cope with but think about the things you do have before you think about the things you lack. Just stop for a second, no matter what’s going on or the bullshit you think is worth making you take your life and think about everything good in your life. Think that you’re worth living because well.. frankly you are. Don’t you think you’d be dead by now if you weren’t? Some people are stupid and don’t get how hurtful words and actions are, and if you’re one of those people check yourself, because before you go looking at the spot in someone’s eye you need to take out your own. Don’t let ignorant or stupid people make your life hell, remember that you ARE worth being here, and no matter what you think negatively, you’re wrong.

I’m oh so happy

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I got an interesting email today, and it was really sweet to read. Someone emailed me and said it made them happy to read my blog and that I was such a happy beautiful person. It made me smile for a second, but sadly to say I’m far from the happiness I once had. I won’t lie, I’m still battling depression. It becomes easier with positive outlooks and the little tips and tricks I’ve learned along the way but it doesn’t mean the little demon doesn’t pop up. I still get those thoughts, you know

You’re not good enough
You’re not pretty enough
You’re fat
You’re a horrible person…

I really hate those people who try and fake happiness. Let me rephrase that because it sounds horrible, I hate the people who try and fake happiness and act better than I am because of their ‘happiness.’ It makes me want to say go put some strychnine in your juice box and suck on it really really hard. But that’s not nice, nor is it morally right for me. So I refrain and just walk away. If they try and proclaim their bullcrap hypothesis of happiness and joy, I tell them to go B.S. someone else and walk away, and if they bother me after that, I drop the strychnine juicy juice comment and they usually don’t bother me anymore. Usually… I had this one kid who seriously either was trying to help or had a death wish. His attitude issue made it clear to me that it was a death wish.

He went on and on to say that my happiness was an issue with my ‘lack of ethics and sense of crude humor’ and that if I worked harder and lost the crude, harsh jokes I’d be happier. I swear! This crap is too stupid to make up. I told him my friends were okay with it, and to shut the hell up.

But people, moral of the story, the happiest of people can have really sad moments. Never judge a book by it’s cover. Oh… and assholes are everywhere. That too.

What can go wrong, will go wrong.

It’s been a day. I could use fiction, but that wouldn’t beat today. No… today for all of you will be HILARIOUS. Feel free to laugh, feeling pity does me no good.

This morning, pest control came in a day early. Now, I’m married.. and what do married people do when the kids are asleep? Take advantage of it and have sex. Duh. We don’t have much time to have our fun any other time. Yeah well the pest control guys just busted in my bedroom. Yeah..that was awkward. Then they had the nerve to apologize for coming a day early. Calendar error they called it.

Calendar error…right.

THEN, my oldest decided she didn’t like the color of her walls, so she decided to color it red with a red sharpie. Do you know how hard it is to get a red sharpie off? I do now.

THEN, my internet gets cut off for maintenance in the area just long enough for my pop quiz to be due and gone. Big 0 in my already borderline grade

My knee gives out on me just as my mother calls needing a ride. Everyone bailed on her and my dad had a headache so he can’t drive. His migraines are really bad… he isn’t lying when he says he can’t drive.

Oh, and my favorite heels broke. It was awesome.

When they speak about Murphy’s law, it’s true. Unfortunately.

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Turning eyes

I hear the voices
and the eyes turning back towards me
the hate in their faces
is too much to see
I can’t help but wonder
if what they say is true
and wonder what if
the eyes were truly on you
If the truth were seen
for what it honestly is
then those eyes would turn
and maybe I wouldn’t feel so damn guilty
for something I didn’t do
I can’t eat
sleeping is impossible
my thoughts are consumed by the eyes
that should be turning on you

(My first poem on the feelings of a victim of rape. Please feel free to give a critique. Thank you.)

Since I totally messed up my last cliche post

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I have no idea how I managed to do it, but I somehow managed to delete this post and use it for my weekly writing challenge. So now I’m going to have two trackbacks on the daily prompt page. Great. But I did have someone pingback the other post, so it still must be somewhat decent. Yay!

Anywho, one bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. I’ve had a lot of those experiences, but the one I remember vividly happened when I met my husband. I met him, and a marine and both were interested in me. My husband didn’t have much, crappy car, decent but not richly. The marine had a house, a nice car, loads of money and he was attractive and intelligent. But something rubbed me wrong about him, yeah he had all these things but I had to schedule time to hang out. Whenever I wanted to hang out with my now husband, he dropped everything. I fell in love with Chandler and happily said goodbye to the marine. I found out he had three girlfriends already and I was planned to be number 4. I had to schedule time because I wasn’t supposed to meet number 1, 2 or 3. I’m very happy with my choice, and I’m glad I stuck with my little birdie in the hand.

Yes, even if it does mean giving up the free bush.

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My own personal pocket version of hell

(The weekly writing challenge was on writing a short story about a dystopia, or basically your whole world falling apart. Here’s my little story for you. If you want to do it, click http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/02/25/writing-challenge-dystopia/)

I woke up that fateful day, covered in sweat, tears on my chin and a blanket. I think I’m starting to get used to the nightmares. I look out the window and it’s still the same, grey and gloomy. I look over at the clock and it’s 6:20 A.M. Usual time, usual look, it’s going to be another day, doing the same old thing. Lovely. I sigh and push myself out of bed, and head for the closet. What am I going to wear today, oh yeah the same thing I ALWAYS wear because I HAVE to wear it. I pull the uniform from the closet and begin the routine. Get dressed, do my hair, brush my teeth, shove down a bagel and head for work. I love the United States Navy. If I keep telling myself that, I just might believe it.

The drive on the I-5 is lovely this morning. The gloom, the appearance of rain 11 months out of a year.It only makes you slightly depressed. It might just be a good day. I see my exit and it’s been blocked, I have the take the next exit up. I glance over at the clock and I’ve got 30 minutes to spare. It’ll be alright, I’m determined to make a decent day out of this. I turn on the radio as I’m getting off the exit, and I stop at the light. I actually like the song on the radio, maybe this whole ‘it’s going to be a good day’ bit is working. Then I hear it, that horrifying crunch. I close my eyes and grip the steering wheel.
‘…don’t lose it. Stay calm, be nice.’

I step out of the car and walk to the rear end. I hate fiberglass, it sucks. My bumper looks like a crushed pop can. The guy stumbles over to me, I’m not sure if he’s tired or drunk. Once he starts jabbering off how sorry he is, I realize he’s drunk. It’s 7 AM you douche, can’t you find a DECENT time to start your habit? I just nod my head, and collect his insurance information. I refuse to let this get to me. My car isn’t THAT bad. I finish the drive to work, and I get to the gate. The gate guard has a wise crack. They always do.

“Nice bumper.” Oh gee, aren’t you the intellectual genius? What an observation there, Einstein!
“Yeah, I had a rough morning.” I’m trying damn it. I’ll just grab an extra cup of coffee. Coffee fixes everything. I parked and got my purse out of the car. I grabbed the cover and put it on. As I walked inside, I see my boss. He’s walking up the stairs with his briefcase packed. Oh goodie, it’s going to be a long tedious day. I just knew it. Let’s just hope it didn’t get better.

I started working on the copious amount of paperwork that gets stacked on my desk, trying not to fall asleep with the motions. This was such interesting work after all. My pocket starts to vibrate. Maybe something to save me from this hell? I pull my phone out of my pocket and pull up the text.

“We need to talk when you get home.” It’s from my husband. Just great, what did I do now? I probably left the dishes in the dishwasher or something. I don’t need this crap today, come on. I respond with a simple ‘what’s up?’. I don’t want to wait until I get home to hear the bitching.
“Dettachments been bumped up. I leave Friday.” My heart sank. Yeah, today’s definitely NOT going to be a good day. My husband wasn’t supposed to be leaving for another month, what the hell? I had to get my parents up here a month faster, I had to get pictures, the car, oh my aching skull. I throw my pen and rub my temples. This is ridiculous. Why can’t I ever get ahead? I start to feel sick, oh lord. I excuse myself to the bathroom to begin throwing up the coffee I just had about an hour prior. Great, I have a crushed bumper, my husbands leaving, and now I’m sick. I wash my hands, fix my hair and just sigh. I think I’m going to take a half day. I want to go hide under my covers. Then it hits me. I race to pull that stick outta my pocket. I just stare at it.

“I had better not be. If I am.” I look up at the ceiling “This is one sick and twisted joke.” I walk back to the bathroom, undress the bottom half of me and unravel the plastic wrapping from the stick. I uncap it, and go pee. Then the waiting game begins. I set it down behind me and don’t look at it. I just waited. My watch beeped at me, like it was all excited for me. I turn around and pick it up.

Two lines. Great. I tossed it, and I redressed, flushed and walked towards the sink. I just stare in the mirror. ‘Great day my ass.’  I don’t want kids, I didn’t want kids. Now I have a kid. My husband is leaving in four days for nine months. Goodie, I have a kid alone. I wash my hands and walk out of the bathroom. I walked into my bosses office and request a half day. He asks why. Of course he asked why. I didn’t have the patience to come up with some bullshit story.
“I’m pregnant, sick, my husband’s leaving unexpectedly on Friday, and my car got rear ended. What do you think?”
He just looked at me shocked. I never talked like that to him, he didn’t expect it, not from me. He just nodded his head. Good man, at this point, if he had of said no I would have just left. It’s been one of those days. I love my chief sometimes though, he has his good moments, however, he is still my boss. I drove back home, and peeled off my clothes. I crawled into bed placing a bucket next to me under the floor. I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes. My doors were locked, my phone was off.

‘Oh yes, sweet sil-….What the hell?!’ Someone was banging on my door. Can’t my day go right ONCE?! I pull my self back out of bed to answer it. I open it, and it’s a cop. Just great, what did I do this time?

“Are you Mrs.Reed?”
“Yeah, why?”
“The person who hit and ran you, had no insurance. What he did give you was fraudulent. I apologize for the interruption. Just hoping I could save you some time.”
“Thank you.”
“Have a nice day.”
“You too.”

….OH MY GOD! Really?! I have pay for this out of pocket because some douche bag paid more for alcohol than he did his bills? Screw this and the world, I’m going to bed. I locked my doors and went to bed. I pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes. I don’t care of God comes knocking on my door, I’m not answering it. Screw you world, kiss my non existent white ass.

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