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My “Why I Do Not Drink Milk” Story

Deutsch: Ein Glas Milch English: A glass of mi...

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Yesterday, I was asked what I thought about milk.  Not raw milk, I’ve no experience with that at all.  I’m talking about the pasteurized stuff that comes in the gallon jugs at the grocery store,  that comes in chocolate or strawberry flavors, that is served in our schools, that is heavily advertised with pretty people wearing milk mustaches have never seen a product so heavily advertised as being the best thing for our bodies.  It is believable, really, until you see the ads are sponsored by the dairy council?


My Milk Story starts with no politics, no indignant feelings towards dairy lobbyists, nothing like that.   I simply could not drink it.

I don’t recall if I was lactose intolerant when I was born, or why my mother didn’t give me milk when I was little.  Up until the age of 13, when it came to milk I drank soy baby formula in cans.  Prosobe, I think it was called, I don’t even know if it’s around anymore, but that’s what I drank, ate my cereal with.  I remember the smell of it vividly, and I also remember how to make it:  one can, along with three cans of water, made a pitcher.  We’re not talking fancy vanilla flavored soy or anything like that, this was the 70’s and soy was NOT flavored back then, and it didn’t come in half gallons.  I drank that stuff until I was 13 years old, when I decided it was time to be a grown up and drink real milk for a change.  I latched onto the cow and didn’t let go for five years.  I drank milk like it was going out of style.  I could never get enough of it.

I should stop here and let everyone know that other than a case of the chicken pox, I don’t recall any other childhood illnesses while I was drinking baby soy formula.  No ear infections, croup, none of that standard stuff kids always get.

Then I spent five years drinking cow’s milk.  Those five years were the sickest years of my life.  I was always coming down with throat infections.  Not strep, it was never strep, just some sort of infection the emergency room doctors couldn’t figure out, no matter how many throat cultures they did.  I would get antibiotics and they would send me on my way.  Also, during that time period I got the one and only ear infection I would ever have in my life.  It was the most painful experience I have ever had.  Having all four wisdom teeth dug (literally) out of my head at the same time was no match for this ear infection.   The pain was horrific. I was stuck on horrid amounts of antibiotics for that as well.  I will never forget that first night on antibiotics, I didn’t want to miss a dose so I stayed up all night, talking on the phone with my friend Patrick who was sweet to stay up with me.  We were on the phone until five in the morning.  I never forgot that.

Because of that ear infection, I developed sensitivity to penicillin, and I can no longer take it.  Period.  As well, that ear infection left me hard of hearing in both ears for two months afterwards.  Hard to listen to your Sony Walkman when your ears are inflamed.   Shortly after that episode, my mother began seeing a health guru, who got her to change her diet, got her to take out her aggression towards her mother by beating pillows, and got her drinking rice milk and eating all sorts of veggies.  Mom was meditating for an hour every night and doing yoga.  She seemed so healthy so I decided I would somewhat follow her route.  The first thing I gave up was milk because I found out how awful it was for humans, how it caused ear infections and the like.  An ear infection was something I was determined never to experience again.

Therefore, I gave up milk, and then the coughing started.  I coughed constantly for just over a month.  I went to the doctor and I was told my body was getting rid of all of the casein that had built up in my lungs; it was very common for people who quit the dairy to go through a detox process.  The garbage coming out of my chest was thick and just nasty, and that was only after drinking milk for five years.  Five years!  I know people who have consumed milk for years, even decades, and I had all those problems after only five year

I was sold.  I wasn’t going to touch milk again.  It was easy, no milk and no ice cream, but cheese was tough.  I had tried my mom’s cheese alternatives, almond cheese and soy cheese and just no.  I went back to my soy milk and figured that was a major step.  My mother, who never got the taste for soy, drank rice milk.  I admit, soy is an acquired taste.  I can’t deny that.  Texture as well.  Major breakthroughs have been made when it comes to soy milk, but I never did buy the ads that said it tasted just like milk.  It doesn’t.  Not at all, and the texture is wrong.

So there I was, on my non-dairy kick.  By this time, I was in community college, and I was given an assignment to write a paper on something (I really don’t remember what) so I chose to write about how cow’s milk can negatively affect our health.  We had to read our papers aloud to the rest of the class as part of the assignment.  One of my fellow students actually started crying because I would dare suggest not giving children milk, which is what they needed to grow into strong, healthy adults.  She would not listen to a word I said, and thought I was Satan incarnate for even thinking milk was not healthy.  I told her I was allergic to it, she said that there must be something wrong with me (it’s called Lactose Intolerance, but I might as well have spoken Klingon to her).  I tried to reason with her by giving her facts, but she didn’t want to hear anything bad about milk.  As I recall, she left the class in tears.  She didn’t speak to me for the rest of the semester.

All that over milk.  Wow.

The events I mentioned above occurred about 20 years ago.  I never had one of those odd throat infections nor have I had an ear infection since I stopped drinking pasteurized cow’s milk.  I know of the political and health reasons to not drink it, but for me, I don’t have to hop on a single bandwagon.  Simply, milk does not do my body good.

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Bacon Cheeseburger Pizza…

…complete with burger spread and pickles.

I am not making this up.

The best thing about it?

The vegetarian pizza that was purchased with it.

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Honeysuckle? Anyone? And other goodies from Nessa’s Naturals

I mentioned earlier Nessa’s Naturals offered a Valentine’s Day Gift set, and that I picked the Honeysuckle scent.  I got my set in the mail and not to pat myself on the back, but I picked a winner.

According to her scent list, the Honeysuckle is the “scent of honeysuckle with notes of jasmine, rose and lilacs.”  There is definitely an undertone of earthiness, as the scent isn’t an over potent floral.  If you have smelled a honeysuckle flower before you know what I am talking about.  I have smelled other versions of Honeysuckle scented bath and body products that are over the counter, and they were perfumy and just not…well, right.  I can’t get enough of this, as the scent is bright, airy, cheery and is so uplifiting!

Also in my Box of Goodness I got some other things, mostly eye shadow.  Now for those of us who are product junkies, you know the feeling a stack of eye shadow brings when you unwrap it.  Its like you just unwrapped a new you!

Vanessa over at Nessa’s Naturals has been working double time on her eye shadows, coming up with more and more wonderful colors.  I love her colors because they aren’t primary colors.  I see so many brands come out with colors that are just so obvious, and let everyone know you are wearing makeup.  I prefer neutral colors more than anything else.  I love make up, I love eye makeup, but I don’t need the circus clown effect just to go to work.

These are the colors I got:  Prim, Tutu, Visitor, Galatic, Macchiato, Dash, Lily, Nectar and untamed.  Here’s a list and pictures of her new shadows that I am now the proud owner of:

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Are you suggesting that coconuts migrate?

Monty Python & the Quest for the Holy Grail

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Our regular scheduled programming will be back in a moment, but in the meantime I had to share of of my favorite scenes from Monty Python and the Holy Grail.  It cracks me up every single time:

King Arthur: I am your king.
Peasant Woman: Well, I didn’t vote for you.
King Arthur: You don’t vote for kings.
Peasant Woman: Well, how’d you become king, then?
[Angelic music plays… ]
King Arthur: The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king.
Dennis the Peasant: Listen. Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.
Arthur: Be quiet!
Dennis the Peasant: You can’t expect to wield supreme power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

Watery tart…*dies*

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So what’s been going on…

Pamper Me Set from Nessa's Naturals


January is over with.  for some, it’s a tough month with the weather and everything else.  I can’t believe its February 1st.  I had to pinch myself this morning, just to make sure I made it through the night.


Not to say it wasn’t easy, I will be honest.  I did catch some sort of cold, but it was the basic upper-respiratory annoying madness.  Thankfully, it did not materialize into bronchitis, which seemed to be going around the office (the place is a hot bed of disease, but what office isn’t?) so I lucked out there.  Sadly, my cold came up when we were having “weather events” here (read “snow in the lower elevations to include the valley floor”) so I was stuck in town for two days working extra hours.


Needless to say, I survived.  In the madness of life I forgot what keeps me going, and that is writing.  I’ve always written, and I created this blog because my ego told me I have something to say that others are interested in  :).  My writing has been sparse…oh heck, can we say non-existent?  That’s going to change.


With February here, I am back in the writing saddle. There’s lovely products to talk about for sure, and with the hope of Spring comes my love of Springy-scents.  I find myself to be a seasonal gal, as I don’t wear the same things all year round.  My moods change with the weather, so I cannot wait for the mail to drop off my lastest acquisition from Nessa’s Naturals.  Had I been more on the ball I would have mentioned this before the ordering expiration date, so I do apologize for the lag.


The Pamper Me Set is on its way to me now (and I got one shipped to my dear friend Amy in St. Louis) and I cannot wait.  It was made FOR ME in the scent I chose, so it wasn’t grabbed off of some shelf and put in a box.  That’s what I love about custom orders, your products aren’t made until you order it.


Out of all the scents available I chose Honeysuckle:


Honeysuckle Vine

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Perfume Roll On (5 ml)


Dry Oil Body Mist (2 oz)


Frosting Sugah Scrub (4 oz)


Frosting Body Cream (4 oz)


Lipstick (in your color choice).


Nessa’s Naturals uses only organic, unrefined, natural and wildcrafted ingredients in her products, so no garbage to worry about.  Remember, our skin is our largest organ, so what we use on the outside gets inside as well!



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The Best Quote from Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and a picture of the latest goodness!

Handmade just for ME by Nessa's Naturals.

I finally got my umpteenth copy of Of Love and Other Demons today.  The entire book is just excellent, but for me, the best quote ever is this:

“The Bishop called him to account in his office and listened without indulgence to his complete unadorned confession, conscious that he was presiding not over a sacrament but a judicial hearing.  The only leniency he showed him was to keep the true nature of his sin a secret, yet with no public explanation he stripped him of his dignities and privileges and sent him to the Amor de Dios Hospital to nurse the lepers.  Delaura begged for the consolation of saying five-o’clock Mass for them, and the Bishop granted his request.  He kneeled with a sense of profound relief, and together they said an Our Father.  The Bishop blessed him and helped him to his feet.

“May God have mercy on you,” he said.  And erased him from his heart.

Its the last line that shreds me each and every time.  And erased him from his heart.  *sobs*

If anyone is curious, its the very first paragraph of Chapter 5.

All right, readers.  I had to get that last bit out.  Thank you for understanding.

We will be back to our regularly scheduled programming soon.  I have to talk about the new Magic Vegan Eye Shadow Primer from The All Natural Face, as well as some amazing goodies from Nessa’s Naturals.  Owens Acres has a FB page, and Laura has been creating more and more fun things.  So much to talk about!

Also want to give a shout out to a new friend, Susan over at Going Green Fabulously.

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