Day 16/24: Things I Won't Be Buying Today

With the way this world is right now, I haven't been able to think of a single shitty thing I wouldn't be buying in the last week or so. But today, I saw this and decided this is the single shitty thing I won't be buying today.

Pun intended.

 

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Day 15/24: Things I Won't Be Buying Today

 

"We share the same biology, regardless of ideology. What might save us, me and you, is if the Russians love their children too." (Russians, 1985.)

 

I'm not buying Dream of the Blue Turtles today but I've been playing the album a lot since Russian forces started surrounding Ukraine last Fall. The military strategies, the rhetoric, the frantic diplomatic efforts, the threat. It all reminded me of when Reagan and Gorbachev and Thatcher were part of our daily kitchen table conversations and permeated the smog of uncertainty which I walked through during my childhood; raised in a household where I was included in all political conversations during a time of significant geopolitical tension. 

 

 

DOTBT is my favorite Sting album. My father got it for me for my birthday in 1985 and when something was said on the news or words were spoken by my adult relatives that I didn't quite understand, like glasnost and perestroika, and INF treaty, I'd play the song "Russians" for some comfort. We didn't have the internet to quickly reference current events. We also only had three television channels. It's not the most uplifting tune, but it does offer a little resistance-type hope. Resistance-type hope might be all we have some days.

 

I still have and cherish my original copy of DOTBT and I humbly suggest you buy one if you don't.  There's some fantastic music on there.

 

 

 

This morning as I listened, I mused, 'Wouldn't it be interesting if STING remade his song, "Russians" today, appropriate for 2022, sold it for 99 cents a download and gave the money to legitimate Ukrainian charities?'

 

I'd download the hell out of that.

 

Just a thought.

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Day 14/24: Things I Won't Be Buying Today

 

When I was thinking of items for my list of 30 things I won't be buying today, menthols immediately sprung to mind, which is weird because I am not a smoker of cigarettes, but the FDA's proposed ban on menthols a while back really tweaked my sensibilities. Smoking is a choice (apparently about 15 percent of adults in the US smoke) and although it's not a healthy choice, take a look around. How many people in this country are choosing wisely from day to day? 

We're hearing, either on the news or firsthand, about new or worsening addictions of all kinds, whether it be alcohol, sex, electronics, social media, food, opioids, gambling, or gross consumption (online shopping). Most people I know, especially after being cooped up for 2 years, are riding in at least one car on the hot mess express. 

And it's not the minty fresh menthol car. 

Seriously.

So, although I won't be buying menthol cigarettes today I can one hundred percent promise you there are cigrapreneurs out there who are buying them by the carton and stuffing them in chest freezers in anticipation of a "run" on these popular nic sticks. 

And whatever...this is what happens when things people want and have always been allowed to possess suddenly become banned in this country. 

But, hey, as long as we're proposing a ban on ingestible substances that aren't great for us, I have some ideas for the FDA. Can we please ban farm raised salmon with its red dye, rBST and rBGH laden dairy products, flame retardants in our soda (take a look at BVO if you aren't familiar), the chlorine wash our chicken gets during processing, hormone injections in our beef to make them leaner and faster growing, whitening agents in our bread, preservatives like BHA and BHT, soybean oil in our coffee creamer, genetically engineered foods, fake fats, and high fructose corn syrup? 

Should I continue?

I'd really, really like to tell you I won't be buying any of those franken-foods today either, but, like most Americans just trying to get through the day, I probably will. 

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Day 13/24: Things I Won't Be Buying Today

 www.hoponhome.org

I won't be buying a rabbit but I also won't be buying what I went to get at the Wilton Mall in Saratoga today because we swiftly and willingly gave my spending money to a rabbit rescue sanctuary called Hop On Home. 

Hop on Home operates in a mall store. They provide shelter and care to abandoned, relinquished, aged and ill rabbits. 

The competent, kind, and rightfully cautious person in charge let us in and once we were there a bit, showed us plans on paper for a freestanding barn style facility in the works that will allow this amazing rescue organization to continue to operate in an even greater capacity. 

If you go to the link at the top of this entry you can browse the adoptable rabbits, orphaned but warm and fed, thanks to these good people. You can also make a donation or buy a tshirt. As cliche' as it sounds, every little bit helps. If you have the capacity to offer volunteer hours, they need those, too. 

There is information at the end of this entry which will allow you to select Hop on Home as an entity permitted to receive charity from your Amazon (Smile Amazon) purchases. Again, every little bit will offer them some hope.

I can't tell you how much of a sobering experience this was for us and how much of a shoestring budget this group appears to be working from. It was the kind of visit where I kept focusing on my breath as I sat on the floor speaking softly to some of the more social among the approximately 50 rabbits in their cages. Breath work is hard for me but worthwhile for moments like this otherwise I would have completely lost my shit and wept uncontrollably. 

They have 10 more rabbits coming in tonight and they are driving around the state to rescue 30 more this weekend. 

My heart breaks for the animals and for the rescuers. Please share this blog or the link on your Facebook pages if you can. I pray we can raise some money for the dozens upon dozens of needy critters in their care.  

Lastly, and in keeping with the giving nature of this place, there are yoga classes offered there on Tuesday mornings and early evenings.  A class is 20 dollars and half the cost of the class is donated back to the sanctuary. The benevolent yoga teacher's name is Jamie and she can be reached at yogafromtheyinside.com (broken down that is 'yoga from the yin side') for exact times. 

I played the lottery on the way home today (I needed the help of the clerk behind the gas station counter because I had no idea how to do this). If by some miracle I win, that barn will be my first mission. 

 

 AMAZON SMILE

Want to help make a difference while you shop in the Amazon app, at no extra cost to you? Simply follow the instructions below to select "Hop On Home Rabbit Sanctuary Inc" as your charity and activate AmazonSmile in the app. They'll donate a portion of your eligible mobile app purchases to Hop on Home.

How it works:
1. Open the Amazon app on your phone
2. Select the main menu (=) & tap on "AmazonSmile" within Programs & Features
3. Select "Hop On Home Rabbit Sanctuary Inc" as your charity
4. Follow the on-screen instructions to activate AmazonSmile in the mobile app

 

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Day 12/24: Things I Won't Be Buying Today

 

I won't be buying this Scooby Doo sweatshirt today, even though it comes complete with a decal of the Mystery Machine (such a dreamy vehicle), Daphne, Fred, Velma, Shaggy and Scooby along with some really neat retro flowers, not because I don't love it, but because it is only available in TODDLER sizes.

Unisex toddler, BTW.

Come ON...what unisex toddler in 2022 knows anything about Scooby Doo?

I think the world is in need of a designer of affordable clothing outfitting middle aged women who would rather dress like eleven year olds. Well, like eleven year olds dressed back in the '70s. Eleven year olds today dress like I did at age twenty-six only they are slightly more provocative than I was at age twenty-six. For example, I never painted the word "juicy" on my butt. 

Gross. 

Maybe I should go to design school. There just has to be a middle aged market for these kids of things.

Is there anything made for kids that you wish you could find in your adult size?

 

 

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Day 11/24: Things I Won't Be Buying Today

"What if your home, what if your family, what if your dope was on fire?"

 Now, the only reason I won't be buying this is because I don't have a sewing machine.

Or patterns.

Or sewing skills. 

"Could you describe the ruckus, sir?" 

It is quite possibly the most awesome fabric I have ever laid eyes on.

It's called Breakfast Club Detention Dance Pop Culture Cotton Fabric and I got this little teaser from Etsy (in case you have skills and need to buy this yourself today.)

 

 "Screws fall out all the time. The world's an imperfect place."

I would do so many things with this. I'd make curtains for my office, a pillowcase for one of the four pillows I sleep with so I'd know which was which as I flip them around in the night, a skirt two sizes too small which would inspire me to lose a few pounds, and I'd make a cool do-rag 'cause having hair down to your waistline can be bothersome sometimes. 

"I'm a fucking idiot because I can't make a lamp?" "No, you're a genius because you can't make a lamp."

What can you imagine being crafted from this fabric?

"Does Barry Manilow know you raid his wardrobe?" 

I need to learn to sew. 

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Day 10/24: Things I Won't Be Buying Today

I have only recently, as a result of our lockdowns and fears of contagion, become an Amazon shopper. I get what we need but also do my fair share of browsing and "adding to list" even though I am not "adding to cart". Every time I bop over to the big A, intending to get my cocoa butter discs or my favorite dish detergent pods, their analytics and anticipatory predictors show me things they feel I should "explore". 

Explore? 

I'm not some crevice-crawling spelunker of shopping but feel free use whatever verbiage you like, big A. 

Anyway, this morning, I was encouraged to "explore" this nifty kitchen item: 

A two sided (not sure why that is important) 12-inch tortilla warmer!**

Now, I do happen to have a fat opened package of corn tortillas in my refrigerator right now! How does the big A know that? Never mind that they've been there for 3 weeks, having only needed four for what we ate back in January. The remaining twenty-one are hanging out, apparently waiting to be stuffed into this multicolored sleeping bag for food.

So, let's break down four of the finer points:

1.) It has sugar skulls on it! I have sugar skull socks, a sugar skull doormat, sugar skull temporary tattoos (a gag gift that has proven surprisingly useful), and I had sugar skull rubber clogs until I wore them so often they uncerimoniously fell apart while I was walking the dog in the rain one night. But a sugar skull tortilla warmer? This I've never even considered.

2.) You can put waffles and pancakes in it and they stay warm for an hour! Ok, so I can't imagine why I would need my waffle to stay warm for an hour, unless my friend Joelle calls me, which she oftentimes does at the 7:00 am breakfast hour, and we yack for a bit. I suppose I could shove a waffle in there until we are done; but then again, Joelle is accustomed to me shoving food into my mouth while we converse, so I guess that waffle isn't going anywhere but in my belly. 

3.) It's BPA free! It's for the "health-conscious home"! Oh man, the ol' h-c gets me every time. I think of all the plastic I have unintentionally ingested over the years and the letters B, P, and A strike fear into my bisphenol-coated heart. If this sugar skull taco blanket is free of that carcinogenic substance, and I put a pancake in it, I'm on my way to being healthy, right? Woo hoo!

4.) It's good for Taco Tuesday and Cinco de Mayo! Regrettably, we've never celebrated either in my home. Number one, I can't get my husband to even sniff, much less drink a margarita after the "unfortunate tequila incident of 1998" which left him supine on the bathroom floor for multiple hours (and we only had one toilet and a house full of Day of the Dead party goers back then so you can imagine the horror); and number two, I'd rather go out for Mexican food because all I can manage in my own kitchen is tacos from the Old El Paso kit. I'm not knocking that little dinner assembly set, as it seemed to be the pinnacle of multicultural eating back in the 1970s, but now I'm afraid I'm going to break a tooth on those shells, likely coated with some sort of chemical lacquer to keep them bug-free for as long as they sit on the grocery store shelf. Also, number three, I want to order a chimichanga just so I can say "chimichanga" out loud. 

I don't see anywhere that it's recommended for fajitas, but since it's easy to handwash, why not? I used to work with a wonderful woman who would stop at McDonald's in the morning and grab a coffee and a "faJEETa". Knowing full well what she had ordered (as it was just about every day), I couldn't help but josh her a bit by asking "What is that? It smells so good." And she'd holler out, with a mouth full of spicy onions, "chicken faJEETa!". If I were still working at the desk next to hers and it was time for our holiday gift exchange, I'd probably grab this so she could keep her breakfast cozy on the way to the office. I wonder if they have one with roosters on it. She loved roosters. 

This seems like a super purchase for a pancake loving bunch or a family who is tired of cold stacks of tortillas, but for me, today, it's just the thing I WON'T be buying. 

Maybe. 

**And now that I've clicked on it more than once for the purpose of writing this, I'm sure I will be shown a hundred more ways to keep my tortillas warm. 

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