But this is our playground, right?

My husband was tripping hard for having to write a check to the IRS for our quarterly taxes.  Yeah, it stinks and we definitely should have taxes/federal budget geared at things like socialized childcare/healthcare, paid university, etc. and not for paying for war and the likes of other nonsense.  I feel him.  But I thought he was tripping hard.  We are all healthy and our lives are full of love.  It's just a check and we can afford to write it.

I've learned that I can't change my husband or anyone else, all I can do is live my life in a way that will inspire him (them).  I try, I fail, but I keep trying to live my life as my highest self.

Saturday mornings are for us.  We put the kids in front of  Sesame Street after breakfast and took an hour to indulge in our us-ness.  But he was still tripping hard. So I asked him, "Do you think you were married to me in other lives?  Because I think I have been married to you in each and every one of them.  At the end of our journey, one of us exclaimed, 'earth was our playground and we worried way too much -- wanna do that again?'"  My husband smiled.

We get so wrapped up in goals and future events that we often miss out on the beauty of today.  I am the master of this moment and how I absorb my surroundings.  I can not control the future as hard as I try.  Life is filled with uncertainty; however, the demise of my physical body is certain.  So either I dance with life no matter what she throws at me, or I allow myself to marinate in negative feelings.  I have a clear vision of how it will be when I meet up with my husband at the other side of the after-life tunnel -- I will say to him, "Damn, baby!  That was a blast.  Do you wanna do it again or chill for some time?"

Where's my milk from???

So I've been milk obsessed lately since my baby turned one years old and is now off formula (I still lust after nursing breasts).    I started doing research and it seems like goat milk is best and raw cow's milk is second best.  Goat milk was costing me around $17/gallon and raw milk was costing around $14/gallon.  FUCKING HOLY HELL -- I've got 3 kids, that's insane.  If you know of better priced options in Los Angeles, drop me a line. 

So I decided to go with regular ole organic milk.  But I read that some organic milks are ultra pasteurized which basically means it's dead milk and you can't even make yogurt from it.  That's fucked up -- dead organic milk???  So I called up Trader Joe's and asked them where their organic milk is sourced from and they had no idea.   Then I called up Whole Foods and they had no idea.

Are you kidding me?  How do you not know where your milk is sourced from?  SHAME.

I then went to my friend google and figured it out -- guess what, it's not rocket science!

First, go to this website and insert the dairy code that is on each and every container of milk.  Sometimes the milk is directly from a farm and other times its from a processing plant.  The dairy code should be easy to find... otherwise, I'd be a wee bit suspicious. 

Second, you can go to this website to get a rating and review of the dairy farm/processing plant.

I finally settled on Strauss Family Creamery for my family (also known as the cream top whole milk at Trader Joe's).  It's still expensive and it makes me sad and emo since many folks, including many in my own family, simply can't afford organic non-GMO foods (that will be another post where I rant and rave).

Now staff at TJs and WFs, please get informed so you in turn can inform your customers!!!  This shit ain't rocket science... but it's obviously a pain in the ass to figure out where your milk is sourced from.