Jamie's Fowl Dinners...

I've decided to stop eating all meat and eggs.

Why?

Jamie Oliver's program on poultry farming aired in Australia on Wednesday night and I've never been so mortified in my life. Mortified because...

a) I eat chicken
b) I eat eggs
c) I would never in a million years have imagined that in the (chicken) egg farming process, male chicks are gassed to death in something called a dispatching chamber, within a day(s) of hatching. All those adorable little yellow fluff balls are just killed, simply because they're male, and can't lay eggs. To the industry, their lives have absolutely NO value at all.

I know this has been the reality for decades and it's naive of me to have never contemplated it before, but actually watching these innocent little creatures so desperately gasping for breath whilst being unknowingly murdered was just too much for me to handle. I just broke down in tears and vowed that eggs and chicken meat would never pass my lips again.

I mean, how could anyone kill something that looks like this?


Today is my third day as a pescetarian...I hope to continue this way for the rest of my life.

Hmmmmm........

Sienna, Sienna, Sienna, Sienna.......you're beautiful and all, but why would you parade naked with a married man who has four kids, the youngest of which is only 10 months old, when you know the world watches your every move? And I thought you were still shacked up and madly in love with Rhys Ifans. How quickly you move!

And Balthazar..........you should be thanking the powers that be for the resurrection of your career, and helping your wife look after your kids instead of prancing about with a slapper who gets naked any chance she gets.

I feel sorry for his wife and just don't understand why people have to be so heartless. Don't they learn how to express discretion in acting school?

Welcome princess Samarah...

One of my dearest friends had her first baby yesterday, and I get to meet her today - YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!

Little Samarah was born on her actual due date, which is the funniest thing in the world, as her mum is never on time for anything!

The world works in mysterious ways :o)

Congratulations Shelly & Sacha and a warm welcome to your exquisite bundle of joy.

Today's whinge(s)...

Whinge #1

I'm the first to admit I'm a coffee snob. Why else would I have just spent $11.80 on a short macchiato? Well, I didn't exactly pay that much for one coffee, but rather for three....in as many minutes...as I went in search of one that was palatable. Unfortunately they were ALL bitter as hell, so I am utterly dissatisfied and peeved that I wasted almost $12!!

Seriously, a good short mac is enough to send me into a child-like state, where I twirl with glee. It can make or break my mood - a sure sign that I'm an addict. I travel an extra 20 minutes to work twice a week just so the route I take bypasses a cafe that makes me a perfect short mac with half a sugar every time. I can feel the peace and tranquility come over me each morning as I take my first sip of the creamy liquid heaven . Unlike this morning, where my three attempts at scoring the perfect hit saw my face screw up with more creases than an unironed linen suit. And to top it off, I spilt half a cup of the bitter brew all over the gearstick in my car! Simply sensational!

The husband thinks it's a sign I should quit, but I like to ignore his suggestion. As a non-coffee drinker, what would he know, right?

Whinge #2

On another note, we have a council junk collection this week - it's our annual opportunity to stick all our unwanted crap on our verge for the council to collect and dump elsewhere. Anyway, I had just put the first few items on the verge, including husband's old and rusted bike, when a car with a trailer pulled up. A man emerged and started rummaging through the crap, only stopping when the bike seat caught his eye.

He proceeded to twist and pull at the bike seat with all his might, continuing even as I approached with more of our junk. And this is where my beef lies - I'm a supporter of recycling, and I'm glad this guy was offering the bike seat a new home, but I just think it's courteous to ask if you can take someone's rubbish when the rubbish owner is standing right in front of you, instead of just huffing and puffing away like a looter gone wild for goodness sake! It's not like I would've said "No, you can't have it."!!!

Maybe if I'd had a good coffee this morning, I wouldn't be so grumpy :o(

Aaaah well, good luck to him and his "new" bike seat. May they find eternal happiness.

This is very, very, very funny...