....because that seems as good a hippie name as any.
I have decided ignorance is bliss.
Why, you ask? Because when you know something, you become obligated to do something about that knowledge. For example, most cereals contain carcinogens and genetically modified corn, which contains pesticides and is horrible for you. I used to think cereal was a great snack to give Roman but now I feel like I might as well hand him poison. To make matters worse, the more I investigate and talk to girlfriends who are getting into this too, the more I learn that most corn is genetically modified- unless it's organic. And that's not a big deal until you realize even the canola oil for cooking is made with genetically modified corn. Yes, I can drive to Whole Foods and get organic cereal, corn, etc., but we don't have the budget for that to be a regular occurrence.UGH. Guys, this is rocking my world.
Then I discover that flour/rice/beans should be soaked overnight for the starches to break down so your body can better digest them.
I've periodically been considering making all of my own cleaners around here so I know they're safe for tiny people and mammals.
Heck, I've already replaced all my face cleansers/lotions/toners with all-natural, Lemongrass Spa products, because I discovered the stuff I was using before was the cause for rashes on my face. Now I want to go crazy and replace the boys' bath soap and lotion. But if I do that, why stop there? Shouldn't I be buying the chemical-free/paraben-free make-up too!? WHERE DOES IT STOP!?!?
I feel like I'm about to lose my grip on reality and become the toe-shoe-wearing, gray haired, makeup-free, garden-growing, goat-milking, certified hippie where I will buy a few acres and settle down in Colorado. I mean, really...I already have the flowy skirt. I believe you remember Maxine? Actually, if I added a big floppy hat with a brim, a fitted tank, and a large necklace made from reclaimed somethings it could get reeeeal glamorous up in here.
You need more proof, check out the picture below (which, I might add, was never supposed to be seen by anyone aside from a close friend who wouldn't judge me). Whatever. Desperate times call for desperate measures, and points need to be proven. This was me two weeks ago. See, bandana even!!! If we're going to put all joking aside, we can admit that Adele (the name I gave that sexy hippie- oxymoron?- at the top of the page) and I are practically twins. I know, our sultry look is identical. I really try to lesson the sexual attraction that others have to battle when they look at me with these smackers, but its impossible. You are what you are.
Intervention needed..... it's serious, folks.