Fair trade is the only trade!

So I'm a member of this cool thing called Bzz Agent where they send me stuff to try and I talk about it.

Rarely so I like something so much that I post it here.

But we all know that I'm a big softy at heart so when I was sent fair trade coffee from Green Mountain Coffee I got really excited.

It's the little things that make the biggest difference.

It's California, people!

So, I live in California - home of big earthquakes and big fires.

Because of this, my husband and I have started getting prepared for a disaster.

Now, I don't mean that we're creating some weird underground bunker/gun storage warehouse. No. We're just getting together some canned food and medical supplies and creating a plan for what to do if I'm at work when a disaster happens.

BUT, whenever we tell anyone about this they act like we're the insane guy from World War 2 who shoots flies from his front porch.

I don't get it.

I understand why people don't prepare themselves. People are lazy and they think bad things will never happen to them.

But they DO. Does no one remember the Northridge quake or 9/11 or Hurricane Katrina?



So fine. Don't take care of yourself. I really don't care because I'll be chowing down on canned food while you're getting shot while looting. Fine by me.

But to think we're going overboard is what I don't understand.

All I know is nobody better come knocking on my door when they need food and water!

It's not that bad! - Day 7

So I don't cry as much as I thought I did! I only cried three more times in the week.

• During "Parenthood." But I cry during every episode of "Parenthood."
• During a "Downton Abbey" episode.
• I adopted a dog for 12 hours on Saturday. I loved that dog. He was adorable. He also caused my elderly cat not to eat, drink, or sleep. So I had to give the dog to an adoption place. I definitely cried then.

The whole crying thing wasn't nearly as bad as I expected.

There she goes again - Day 1

I cry over everything. And I mean everything. Commercials, homeless people, an outdoor cat, everything. Anything. I always have.

My mom says when I was two years old I watched the movie "The Last Unicorn" and started sobbing hysterically at the end. That was the beginning of it all.



It's kind of a running joke because no one who has met me understands how I can cry over absolutely everything. Especially because I'm kind of a rough and tumble type girl and I swear I don't like humanity - yet I cry over it all of the time.

I can't think of the cockroach that had to be killed in my office at work two months ago without crying. It's nuts.

So my plan is to track my crying for a week to see how much I really do cry. Maybe I don't cry as much as I think I do.

Well, we shall see.

So here we go:

As of 11:09 am on the first day I have cried three times. All three times were during a speech President Obama gave to the UN about the violence taking place because of the anti-Muslim video.

Temecula on Weeds

When I was five my parents moved me from Los Angeles to Temecula, California. There was one stoplight. No matter where I would go I would tell people I was from Temecula and they would say, "Where?" I could be an hour away from Temecula and people wouldn't know where it was.

It was a huge deal when we got a Target.

Well, slowly that has begun to change and now when I say where I am from they go, "Oh, really?" People actually know where it is.

Let me tell you, people, growing up in Temecula in the '80's and '90's was much different than it appears to be now. We had ONE high school. One.

But, alas, I have been vindicated. Because I love the show Weeds. And when I was watching this week's episode, Conrad says he's working with an organic farm in Temecula. YES! Vindication!

It's nice to exist.

Thanks, Weeds. I'll miss you. 

What's wrong with a tattle-tale?

So, I was in the mall recently and a father walked by with two boys. One hit the other and the boy who got hit told his father that he was hit. The man did nothing to the hitter but told the hitee that no one likes a tattle-tale.

Well, my first thought was, what's wrong with a tattle-tale? SHOULDN'T someone tell when something is wrong? I felt that way for quite awhile.

Then I experienced a true tattle-tale. An adult tattle-tale. And I realized what was wrong.

If you give tattle-tales validation as children, they grow up into adult tattle-tales. And when that person has really nothing to offer as a human being, they turn to tattle-telling whether it is true or not.

I have talked to people about this over time and the consesus is that tattle-tales will take one tiny little grain of truth and turn it into a story that makes them look good.

And you know what? That dad was right. No one likes a tattle-tale.

I learned there is a big difference between someone trying to stop an injustice or a violation of social or moral rules and a tattle-tale.

That kid should have just punched his brother back. 

I LOVE MY NEW JOB!

On April 26th my husband and I were both let go from our jobs. On the same day. WHO DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO? Me and my husband.



This has firmly cemented that 2012 is a horrible year.

That being said, we both got new jobs fairly quickly.

And I started my new job yesterday. And I LOVE it!

I have an office. An office.

And everyone is SO nice!

I love love love it.

Just wanted everyone to know. 2012 may turn around yet!