i've been practically living at the lakehouse lately. yesterday i helped missy put together the center peices for the bat mitzvah and the day before that kevin visited for sabbath dinner. missy had to make him special non-meat stuff since we were having matzah ball soup with chicken, lamb, chicken breast, gilfilte fish (i'm voting that ground fish balls with horseradish is the grossest thing meant for consumption ever thought up), ect. jews eat a lot of meat when it's kosher. yesterday we had chopped liver spread during lunch. i opted for chicken salad.
i learned what foie gras was this weekend and was utterly disgusted. i'm not a animal activist or even a vegetarian, but the idea of overfeeding any living thing inorder to kill it and eat it's swollen liver is one of the most disturbing things i've ever heard. billy said they nail the goose's feet down and just force feed it. i'm pretty sure everyone would have to agree that this should be classified as animal cruelty. in my opinion, it doesn't matter if one believes that an animal has a soul or not. as a human being who experiences pain, i could not intentionally hurt any other living thing. how can someone inflict pain on something without feeling awful about it? if i had the means, i'd eat completely kosher. the animals are raised in a humane environment and kosher slaughter is done by a shochet, who is trained to slit the jugular of the animal with an absolute minimum amount of pain and suffering.
i woke up late and i think i'm going to take a berlin family break today. i can put together the 400+ martini glasses and wash them during the week.
i attempted to even out my extremely attractive tan line yesterday. it sort of worked. i think i'm just going to have to deal with the fact that i'm going to be the hick maid of honor at kristy's wedding. the majority of the guests will know me well enough to know i'm an odd girl anyways. they'll most likely assume i could give a rat's ass. to look at the situation positively, i don't have t-shirt farmer lines. i was cautious enough during my outdoor excursions to put on a bathing suit. i just didn't consider the whole strap/strapless dress factor.
kevin came over yesterday after i finished tanning, had just smoked a joint, and got in the pool naked. against my specific request, he immediately started taking photos. i'm sure the water magnified my bulbousness splendidly. then he stole my towel. men are jerks. and they're fucking stupid sometimes (this doesn't apply to kevin though. he's usually quite logical.)
i'm currently reading love in the time of cholera. my one day home without kids to watch or errands to run and it's crummy outside. i really wanted to lay out in the hammock and finish my book. my summer reading list isn't going as fast as usual due to my chaotic life, but hopefully i can get the majority of it done before i move.
it is my educated opinion that people should create more. it's not only a positive thing, but i always feel awesome afterwards.
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