Thursday, April 22, 2010

paint my nails pink with yellow polka dots

So Today I have to make a big decision. It's the age-old question, Should we stay or should we go? To move, or not to move? I find myself torn on the matter, but today I have to decide. . .

Stay in this big, no good city, or move back to the big O.

I don't like it here for many reasons. For one, there is a schizophrenic living up the street. Two, it has made our dog an indoor dog. Three, there was something shot through our window. Four, I have no motivation to leave the house because I'm afraid of the druggies and murderers. There are many more but I don't really want to sit and list them. But you get where I'm going with this?

Obviously, I understand that this could happen in any city, but I feel that it is all too much to handle. I think that the things I have seen of this city are way beyond what I thought I'd find. It's a big redneck city, and I want out!!

So I guess I've already made up my mind. I do feel bad about it though, because D---- is working his ass off at work trying to make a lot of money. But, I'm still here in this crap hole redneck city where I'm sure there is some incest rape happening three doors down the street. I haven't even looked for work. I hate it here, end of story.

au revoir les amis.
<3 the girl in the purple shoes

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

alas, the rain has returned

That's right, there is no longer a sweat bead above my brow. I am now having to bundle up and stay inside. Which is alright, on a count of, I haven't any car or friends to go see. Bummer. I'll just talk to my blog friends, who I know secretly care. Hey Ray-Bel. haha.

Anyway, I had this strange dream last night that I was at Oregon State University visiting a friend or looking for my fiance D----. I was wearing an OSU orange sweatshirt, but it said, "UTAH" clearly and very boldly on the front. I approached this girl who was obviously an upper classman, and she didn't like that "UTAH" was on my shirt, so she violently pushed me down the stairs. And I stumbled back up them as she talked down to me, but I couldn't make out the harsh words. Finally I stopped the unintelligible foul talk, and simply said, "Hey, I got this at the Goodwill, I love OSU!". She appologized to an annoying extent and let me proceed. So finally I make it up all the stairs which felt like took me five minutes, and I find an old friend from 6th grade named, Amanda.

She showed me into the class room and said that I might know the professor. Sure enough, it was my 11th grade, British Literature teacher. But she looked awful. Like she had taken up smoking and she had aged about ten years in the amount of only three. She remembered exactly who I was, and I asked if there were any new books she would recommend. She was suddenly furious, and wanted me to leave. So I took my leave as quickly as possible.

I woke up after that. I did take psychology, but I didn't feel like looking up the possible hidden meanings. Maybe you know what they are?

The musical 'Wicked' is coming to my town, and I feel like I should go see it. I want to, very much so, but the tickets are probably jacked up in price. Has anyone an opinion of it? I hear it's amazing. I've been longing for a good play/musical.

Au revoir les amis!

<3 girl in the purple shoes

Monday, April 19, 2010


So I still haven't made up my mind. I eventually would love to have my own, but right now I have my fiances dog, Clyde, who I have adopted as my own.

But I have a problem with my yellow lab. He doesn't like to go outside, because over the winter time, he has become an indoor dog. And now, he absolutely refuses to go outside! I kid you not, I have to drag him out the door. He is stubborn and insubordinate! How do I make him learn to stay out in the backyard without him being so bad? He'll stay out there and scratch the heck out of my back door and then start barking like mad until he can come in.

Any ideas?

Friday, April 16, 2010

On the bright side of things

I've been stressed out a bit the last week, and I fully appologize for not writting.

The only thing I have had to think about is the US Beef supply. I recently discovered that the beed that is raised in the US isn't really the best beef to purchase. It has anti-biotics and a heavy amount of copper metal in it. The fact that Mexico turned down United States beef because it wasn't up to Mexico's Standards, makes me a little sick to my stomach. My fiance and I have been trying to decypher where to buy meat, being careful and making sure it says the meat is from the US. And now with this new information, I wonder to myself, Why aren't we all dead or infected with cancer cysts? How is it that we are surviving if so many bad things are being put in our food? Is it just a hoax?

Milk is also known to have a growth hormone in it, which apparentely causes cancer and boosts human growth as much as it did for the cow. Ever notice the height of americans has increased through the years? Also, has anyone heard about the males in mexico who were drinking the hormone treated milk and eventually grew man boobs? It's pretty easy to avoid the hormones in milk, as opposed to contaminated meat. Just grab the milk that says, rBGH free, on the label. I know for a fact that brands such as Darigold, and Lucerne milk are all hormone free.

I used to think that people were crazy, but reading labels is really important. Be aware of what goes into your body.

As for the meat problem, let the research continue.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Careful what you wish for, cause you just might get it.

"I really just wish that for a little while, Washington and California could swap climates." --This is what the girl in the purple shoes said just last week.

Now the weather is beautiful, suns shining a perfect 70 degrees, light warm wind.

What a wonderful world, indeed. Just had to share.

So I was thinking the other day, that I need a puppy. And I used to hate small dogs, but now I feel inclined to get one myself.

Either a Pugg or a Beagle, what are your thoughts, I wonder?

Anyway, I'll post more later. . tonight ?

Au revoir mis amis!

Monday, April 5, 2010

When Life gives you Lemons. . .

Lemons are wonderful. They're bright, when everything around them may be drab looking. They smell juicy, and they are useful for things most people probably didn't know about.

You can mix lemon juice with baking soda and have a perfectly useful cleaning solution.

Lemons are packed full of vitamin C, which is the perfect food for a sick person. Chicken soup is always the popular choice when bringing some food to a sick friend, but let's be honest shall we? Who REALLY wants to eat chicken noodle soup everyday when they're sick?

Bringing fresh juiced lemonade to a sick person is good health in a cup, and is a lot more refreshing, in my opinion.

And if the sick person is a tea lover, heat up the lemonade and put honey in it.

Lemons are by far my favorite food, due to their many uses and benefits.

They can be used to clean, relieve sickness, and are packed with antioxidants that help fight of free radicals and other health related problems. So when life gives you lemons, use them!!! :)

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Confronting the purple shoes.

Alright, so you're probably wondering what is up with the purple shoes. Do I like other colors? Is it a strange fetish?

When I was in about the second grade, the first pair of shoes I picked out were a pair of plum purple vans, straight from the eighties, which I scored in the local Value Village. I LOVED them. You could say I had an obsession, but I wouldn't think so myself.

Unfortunetly, they weren't the most popular pick, seeing as I wore yellow socks with purple shoes. I was always being made fun of.

"Don't you even know how to match!?" -They would all tease me at recess.

Luckily enough for me, I had an excellent sense of humor and none of it really bothered me. .

So back to the purple shoes. . . I didn't really notice until after I found a brand new pair of all solid purple chuck taylor Converse high tops, that I realized was completely drawn to them. I didn't even care that they were a little big on me, and sort of made me look like a clown. I HAD to have them.

I wore them almost every single day. I literally became "The girl in the Purple Shoes". Like a famous person, without the paparazzi, lipstick, and rumors of affairs or pregnancy. Who could ask for anything more?

So here I am, the Girl in the Purple Shoes, ready to write to my hearts content about things that I think people should be informed of, or ideas that I feel I need to express.

Au Revoir, and bonne nuit! <3

Friday, April 2, 2010

What IS the deal with Spam?

Back in the 1930's, the new and "unmistakenly improved" lunchmeat came in a can. Packed full of nitrates and other mystery ingredients, Spam became a very popular part of meals. But what was it about this processed mysterious meat (in a can) that made it a regular ingredient in most common American recipes?

The name 'Spam' originated from the term, "Shoulder of Pork and Ham"(According to Wikipedia). Or even the name, 'Spiced Ham'. The funny thing is, that Spam has the same look, smell and canned-ready easiness of a can of Whiskers cat food. Not too mention, it is about the same exact price! If it's really just ham. . . why don't they just say so?

Let's take a look at what REALLY is in this celebrated Spam, shall we?

*Mechanically separated shoulder of pork and pork meat.

(notice. . . 'mechanically separated'? So the industrial machines in the Spam Factories are pulling apart piggy meat, and throwing it in a grinder, and putting it all together in a can for you. Let's hope you don't get a little hoof in your can.)



*Modified Potato Starch

(What are they, or have they done to modify the potato starch? Guess no one really knows the truth on the matter.)

*Sodium Nitrites

(Used to keep it's color. . . Really curious to know what mouth-watering color Spam really is, anyway, this is a chemical and what makes it okay to eat?)


(Gelatonous substance from the broth that is produced from the making of Spam. Believe it or not people eat Aspic itself, during meals. Yum, nothing says ''Boy am I hungry" like a big heaping plate of Porky Aspic.)

And there you have it, Spam in a can. World famous mystery meat that is regularly consumed and used in over a hundred recipes. Will the Spam fad ever die? Is spam really just pork? Why do people still eat it? Age-old questions, same old excuses.

Bon Apetit Monsieur-dames!