Saturday, July 9, 2011

Day 8 -Bye Bye, Birdie

If you are in the grand old USA, today is Saturday.  If you are part of my Malaysian contingency (seriously, I'm huge in Malaysia), I don't know what day it is.  Play along.

Last night was Girl's Night Out with 3 of my homies; that was fun.  Wine, cheese, a stage performance (by actors, not us).  A good time was had by all; I was home by 9:30.  But that was last night, and this is today.    My son is off with his dad for the weekend. My house is clean, my laundry is done. I'm getting together with LB tonight. I have no extra cash to blow in town, so I'm basically here. At home. Alone. For several more hours.  Sigh. 

Confession time - while I am flabby and inherently lazy, paradoxically I also am a 6-month old Labrador puppy in a human body.  I require constant stimulation and attention.  I have to have a plan, an event, a goal.  I want to marry Tony Robbins.  You know those "relaxing vacations" people take, where they just go someplace, get up when they want, and lounge by a pool for hours at a time...until they decide to perhaps to something else, like eat or browse the streets and shuffle through quaint little shops?  That sounds like hell on earth to me...unless you have specifically scheduled a starting and stopping time for "pool" and "quaint shops" in your spiral-bound vacation planner, which you bought at Office Depot and filled in at least 6 weeks before you left, and laminated in case you dropped it in the pool by accident. 

My point being, my day might sound like Nirvana to you, but I'm going nuckin' futs.  On that note, let's give up chicken.

A daily dose of Sarah:  "Eliminate all poultry from your diet and your kitchen. (That food bank might be glad to see you again!) Try experimenting with your favorite chicken recipes by substituting fish, portabella mushrooms, baked potatoes or other food. Turn to your new collection of vegan recipes to find chicken alternatives."
Sarah Taylor. Vegan in 30 Days: Get Healthy. Save the World. (Kindle Locations 271-272). Kindle Edition.

So I went through the fridge and cupboards and found a package of frozen ground turkey, a can of chicken noodle soup, and about 4 slices of turkey breast lunch meat.  I quite wisely chose not to buy too much meat when I went grocery shopping last week (sharp as a tack, that one) so we are cool.

I've mentioned before that chicken pretty much grosses me out now, to the point that I've already reduced my chicken consumption by a good 75%.  Knowing that poultry absorbs water, and knowing that it spends a good deal of time in a 'cooling vat' with a zillion other slaughtered chickens, bobbing around in pus, blood, feces...soakin' it all up, baby.  Soakin' it all up.  Makes you want to run right out to KFC, doesn't it.  I get grossed out by buffets, for dog's sake.  This is too much.

I do need to take a moment to talk to my Malaysian contingency.  My cousin recently paid a visit to your land, he said it's lovely.  Anyhow, he told me that there are Kenny Roger's Roasters all over the place there.  You need to know, my Malaysian friends, that Americans don't go to Kenny Roger's Roasters.  In fact, last I heard, they had all shut down, and so to go to a restaurant bearing the name of this particular American country music legend, you have to go to Asia.  I thought you should know so that you could rename them if you want to. 

Just don't order the chicken.

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