I have a post saved as a draft with plenty of pictures from my annual autumn weekend with my momma and sista, but at work this week when I was reading the morning’s news on yahoo!, I stumbled across this article- McDonald’s Happy Meal resists decomposition for six months. Click here to read the full article.
Long story short, this woman/artist bought a plain happy meal, stuck it on her shelf, uncovered, and took a photograph of the meal for the last 180 days. And the results: nothing has changed! Well, the fries and burger look like they’ve shrunk, a little, but other than that, NOTHING! No mold, no change in color, or odor. Really? After reading the statement from McDonald’s, I was even more disgusted. The FDA is approving companies such as this to produce products like this?!
One thing I’ve learned about clean eating is that food goes bad, fast. Often times I would be in the market or co-op choosing all these exciting foods, but not realizing that I wouldn’t be able to consume it fast enough. I’ve learned to buy less at a time, cook everything fresh, and savor more. If I make a pot of delicious soup and leave it in the fridge for a week, it will grow mold. That’s normal. McDonald’s my friends, is not.
I guess I’m just ranting and I understand that people should have the option of choosing their own lifestyles and food intake, but shouldn’t the government be regulating the chemicals that are being put into our food source? This is a basic need of life and we shouldn’t be fulfilling this need with options that will eventually take away our life, at a significantly faster rate. I know that there are problems with eating clean- pesticides, germicides, antibiotics. The list goes on. But putting these cheap, tasty, non-nutritious items that have preservatives, dyes, and byproducts under our noses, really? I can’t wait to get into the kitchen tomorrow and make some nutritious, naturally green kale chips and other goodies that are just as tasty- if not more!
Favorite Yogi quote of the week: To be healthy: eat right, walk right and talk to yourself right.
One more rant before breaking to the good news in my life. I was alone on this Saturday night after eight hours of class and was surfing the internet. I landed on the Saratoga County Animal Shelter website. Occasionally I look to see who’s still up for adoption, but tonight I was looking for photographs of their new location. None to be found by the way. And I know someone who was going to adopt this weekend to give their current pup, Diva (also a SCAS rescue) a friend. She’s in love with Trigger, my rescue from that shelter, and needs a forever friend. Upon looking at the abandoned dog page, I found this gal.
Isn’t she the cutest thing?! She’s a ten year old pug who was surrounded by her owners almost ten days ago. Could you imagine? Living with a family for years, and then, during your last few, being dropped off in a strange, loud, hectic location to spend alone? She’s probably scared to death and sleeping on a cold cement floor. I know there are plenty of animals out there that are begging to be loved and given a second chance, but at ten she doesn’t have many odds on her side. I really am considering going to adopt her. I’m going to go to the shelter on Monday, my day off, to visit and get her background. As long as she can be left alone, Roscoe could keep her company until I get home to love her. I’m already thinking about how cute she’d look in a winter sweater- I love walking the streets of Troy.
But really? Someone had the nerve to drop her off because they couldn’t deal with the fact that she will soon be dying? Or maybe she has health conditions? I obviously won’t be able to afford previous medical conditions with my income but if it’s just old age and all she needs is a good home to die in, well, then she’s welcome in Troy.
It was the hardest thing in the world for me to put down my first dog Leroi (and I apologize, I don’t have a digital photograph of this best friend). He had a short, but wonderful life at my house in RCF. When I was working at a boarding facility in middle school/high school, a mama dog was abandoned with a litter of 10+ puppies. I immediately was attached to that little guy and remember bringing him home for the first time after Thanksgiving 2001. I remember the weeks of “potty” training, obedience puppy school, and the times he took of like a bat out of hell- running through the neighborhoods for a game of “you can’t catch me!” He slept with me every night, I paid for two surgeries to have my undergarments removed from his intestines, and spent the last few nights of his life on the floor- him being too weary to stand. Carrying him into the vet’s office for his final goodbye was horrible. But I had to be holding him. I couldn’t let him be afraid in an unfamiliar environment and I couldn’t let him be alone. I don’t want Margaret to be alone during her last few days, and am willing to do the same for her. If I can’t bring her home, I am going to try my hardest to find someone who can.
Okay. Mini-break for me to wipe the tears away.
Phew. Total Can Count: 3,725! My efforts have slowed significantly with the amount of work and school in my life- but I must say, there are others who continue to bring me bags. Holler to: my mom and her co-workers, Laura, Joe’s mom Marilyn who is constantly sending me the cash (yes, she even returns them for me too!), and all the students who hand them to me throughout the day. Thank you all!
I still don’t know whether or not I’m going. Of course I want to, especially during the two weeks that I have off from the college (I won’t have to take vacation time AND still get paid) but with January 1st thrown in the mix, it’s tricky. What’s January 1st you ask? The Hangover Half- Marathon! I’ve ran it before and would like to ring in the new year in a healthy way again. Little fact that’s quite important: I can barely run for two miles at this point in my life! Embarrassing, yes. Disappointing, yes. But I am determined to do it! Of course I would like to beat last year’s time, but finishing it would be the biggest accomplishment. And! Marla is going to be running it as well!
Well, after taking a trip down memory lane and ranting on a few issues, I’m headed to bed. I have a busy day of homework planned and maybe a little political party to attend, but will search for a photograph of Leroi to share. Have a cozy evening and appreciate those furry friends in your life; they will never stop loving and appreciating you! And I know this because I would get mad at Leroi and scold him and yell. He would run to his bed and hide. But he would always creep around the corner, looking for my approval- almost saying “I’m sorry, mom. I’ll never run so fast again when you try to catch me. I thought we were playing tag. Please forgive me?” And I always would. People beat their animals, neglect to feed them, walk them, pick up after them- but those animals will almost always wag their tails when they see someone who is willing to share a connection.
Would you be willing to say hello knowing that goodbye is in the near future?