Monday, March 27, 2006

The annual seal cull began last week and I have to admit I was ignorant of the issue until recently. With all the media coverage this year, I decided to see what all the hullabaloo was about.

I am ashamed to call myself a Canadian. These poor creatures are beaten to death as young as 14 days old! Beaten over the head with a stick. Just because they are minding their own business, in their own home. And my country actually allows this?!

To compare this slaughter as equal to killing cows and chickens for food is ridiculous. For the most part, the seals are used for their furs and the clothing made from them is mainly sent to Asia! All for a whopping $45 per seal.


Sunday, March 19, 2006

The the other day I was looking at Farfalle and wishing I had his metabolism. Ok, not that I want to be only 13lbs, but to be slim like I used to be before I met Love Bunny. Then I sighed, left the kitchen and went to watch TV.

Well I guess Farfalle read my mind. He shared the secret of his sveltness with me! He took a mouthful of food, sprinted 20 feet to the living room to where I was sitting and then proceeded to munch his dinner. He then sprinted back 20 feet to the kitchen and did it all again. The calories didn't have a chance to stick to the hips, they melted away before the next mouthful was taken.

Finally the secret to weight loss has been revealed!

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Sunday, March 12, 2006

People sometimes wonder why I don't like to leave my house. I would love to be able to leave my house. But alas, it is just too scary.

Imagine that you go to the grocery store and the person in front of you in line is wearing perfume; you go to a restaurant and the food smells or the heating system turns on; you try to enter any building and there is someone smoking at the entrance; you go outside and the smog is so thick you can see it (or the windchill is so bad that your chest starts to burn from the cold). Or you are out with friends and you simply start to laugh.

Then there are the people that stare at you; that think you are going to rob them. Imagine walking into a gas station, convenience store or a bank wearing a mask. You would think in this day and age that no one would look at you twice. Think again. There are the stares, the whispers, the loud talkers. Or they simply back away from you like you are going to shoot them.

Or maybe they actually will talk to you. "Oh that's a nasty cold you have there!", they might say. Or perhaps they will give you the magic cure that fixed their laryngitis when they "the same thing yesterday". Or they too may back away from you so they won't catch anything. But you definitely won't be viewed as normal.

Nothing is normal anymore; no where is safe. But at least at home, you are relatively in the clear unless of course your husband takes a shower or puts his deodorant on. Or you want to play with your dogs in the yard or have a BBQ. Or simply clean your house or clothes or even brush your teeth.

Yes, this is my reality. And I am dealing with it as best I can. So the next time you ask me to go somewhere and I have to back out, please don't be offended. It isn't you. It really is me.