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Monday, January 23, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Liars and Lobsters
As many of you know, I am the Lobster defender. (Side job is turtle defender)
I was reading a link on Cracked about how lobsters feel "little to no pain" when cooking alive due to blah, blah, blah. Lies.
I don't pretend to be a vegetarian or holier than thou. But if you really stick a poor defenseless animals in boiling water to fill your gullet, than you have some serious issues. Sociopathic tendencies?
Here is a link that supposedly has facts, but it the truth dipped in sugar.
Sugar coated link
If you read carefully, it stated that lobsters do feel "little to no PAIN". Pain is pain. Whether it be a little or a lot. And they can't talk to voice their opinions. Like my turtles. One cannot possibly fathom the pain they are in and for how long, just to eat? Really. And they are called animals.
This is why I stopped shopping at Fry's. I could stand walking pass the lobsters. Layered in the oh-too-small tank on top of one another. If you look carefully, they are clearly not happy. Would you be? Hands bound and thrown in with 10 other people as big as you? Only to meet a horrible awful death?
I shudder at the thought. Sickening. I wonder if this is what my husband feels like when I eat meat? Hmmm...I just blew my mind!
I was reading a link on Cracked about how lobsters feel "little to no pain" when cooking alive due to blah, blah, blah. Lies.
I don't pretend to be a vegetarian or holier than thou. But if you really stick a poor defenseless animals in boiling water to fill your gullet, than you have some serious issues. Sociopathic tendencies?
Here is a link that supposedly has facts, but it the truth dipped in sugar.
Sugar coated link
If you read carefully, it stated that lobsters do feel "little to no PAIN". Pain is pain. Whether it be a little or a lot. And they can't talk to voice their opinions. Like my turtles. One cannot possibly fathom the pain they are in and for how long, just to eat? Really. And they are called animals.
This is why I stopped shopping at Fry's. I could stand walking pass the lobsters. Layered in the oh-too-small tank on top of one another. If you look carefully, they are clearly not happy. Would you be? Hands bound and thrown in with 10 other people as big as you? Only to meet a horrible awful death?
I shudder at the thought. Sickening. I wonder if this is what my husband feels like when I eat meat? Hmmm...I just blew my mind!
Monday, January 9, 2012
So You Sew Now, huh?
During the break my mother-in-law taught me how to sew. Nothing fancy, just the basics. She showed me how to sew a tutu and a cat cape. Yes, you read that right, a cat cape.
For a time now, I've been deciding my next venture. I've been thinking of a family circus. So far we have our talents, except for my poor hubby. I went through the list. Cookie can open ANY unlocked door. Seriously an escape artist, he'd put Houdini to shame. So glad he doesn't have thumbs...yet.
Piddles can fetch any sock or glove, which is an awesome switch up from birds. He is an expert bird catcher. Not that we condone his behavior, what with a vegetarian in the house, but he's truly gifted. He can catch any bird. I often sat wondering if he could catch a hummingbird, but my husband has an affinity for them and would place Piddles on house arrest if he got any ideas.
Chomper and Ren, the turtles, are also runners and escapists. They can concoct any plan to escape. We had them in a baby pool outside and in a matter of minutes they were team building and plotting their escape. Luckily their cunning plan was thwarted. We have seen Chomper almost climb out of his tank, true story. Almost McGuyver style. Just place marshmallows and toothpicks in their tanks and you'll have a turtle canon in a matter of minutes.
I can play instruments and host....my hubby.we're still thinking.
We took up violin lessons to complicate our lives, and I okay. Not Vanessa Mae okay, but alright. My hubby seems to be playing to a different tune. I think he's trying, but I can't be sure.
On to the capes. I made the kitties 2 capes. They are glorious, I must say. Yellow and shiny. Cookie and Piddles love their capes. I need to get one to jump through a hoop. Flames can come later.
Stay tuned.
For a time now, I've been deciding my next venture. I've been thinking of a family circus. So far we have our talents, except for my poor hubby. I went through the list. Cookie can open ANY unlocked door. Seriously an escape artist, he'd put Houdini to shame. So glad he doesn't have thumbs...yet.
Piddles can fetch any sock or glove, which is an awesome switch up from birds. He is an expert bird catcher. Not that we condone his behavior, what with a vegetarian in the house, but he's truly gifted. He can catch any bird. I often sat wondering if he could catch a hummingbird, but my husband has an affinity for them and would place Piddles on house arrest if he got any ideas.
Chomper and Ren, the turtles, are also runners and escapists. They can concoct any plan to escape. We had them in a baby pool outside and in a matter of minutes they were team building and plotting their escape. Luckily their cunning plan was thwarted. We have seen Chomper almost climb out of his tank, true story. Almost McGuyver style. Just place marshmallows and toothpicks in their tanks and you'll have a turtle canon in a matter of minutes.
I can play instruments and host....my hubby.we're still thinking.
We took up violin lessons to complicate our lives, and I okay. Not Vanessa Mae okay, but alright. My hubby seems to be playing to a different tune. I think he's trying, but I can't be sure.
On to the capes. I made the kitties 2 capes. They are glorious, I must say. Yellow and shiny. Cookie and Piddles love their capes. I need to get one to jump through a hoop. Flames can come later.
Stay tuned.
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