I am sitting here just staring at my computer screen, working so hard to wrap my brain around something the fine folks at PETA did this week.
They asked Ben and Jerry’s to use human breast milk in their ice cream, because taking milk from cows is inhumane.
Should I say it again? You still won’t believe it.
Two days ago PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) asked Ben and Jerry’s to use human breast milk in their ice cream, because taking milk from cows is inhumane.
I know they think it’s criminal to step on an ant or to accidentally swallow a gnat while riding your bike on a country road at night. And rightly so. Just think of those poor, defenseless insects!
But, um, turning women into milk factories so that COWS CAN HAVE A NICER LIFE?! I don’t even know what to say. My uncle owns a dairy farm. If he wasn’t in bed already, I’d call him.
In other news, the zoo book is coming along. I’ve put a disclaimer at the beginning of the book (seriously) disassociating myself with PETA nuts. I like animals, sure, but OH MY WORD.
Expectant Prayers has a new title! I don’t think I blogged about this, because it was up in the air for awhile. But a gal e-mailed me a month or so ago and said I couldn’t use the title because she had trademarked it. Eek. I’m not sure why the publisher didn’t check that beforehand. But anyway, new title? Expecting. I’ve always wanted a one-word title after my huge ol’ big ones. I like it. Coming in January to a store near you.
And I have poison ivy (sumac? oak?) on the backs of my knees, on the top of my left thigh, and I’m afraid it’s going to spread other places, because I can’t stop scratching it. Eek! Hopefully it won’t be across my face for xangafest. And if you don’t want to hug me, I understand. It’s driving me batty!
I’m having a really rough time staying on top of the girls’ school stuff. Papers, assignments, lunches, brown shirts for peace plays, word studies, writer’s workshop. I missed both curriculum nights, and evidently, a lot of this stuff was discussed then. And, well, I have more excuses, but they’re all pitiful, and I need to put a little more effort into this even if I don’t feel like it.
36 hours until XangaFest!! Have a great weekend! Can’t wait to meet some of you for the first time!!