Speaking of all-natural, I went to the health food/herbs store yesterday. I've been looking for some sort of a natural antidepressant. I've been in a funk lately and was really wanting to snap out of it. So I found several sites that recommended something called kava (or kava kava). I found it at the store, brought it home, and prepared it. OK, first of all, I should have bought the powder. I ended up having to grind the whole root in a coffee grinder. Not a super difficult task, but it did add in an extra step. Then, I let the powder hang out with twice as much hot (not boiling) water for about half an hour or so. Then I was supposed to pour it into a cheesecloth or something like that and wring out all the water. But I didn't have a cheesecloth, so I used one of Audrey's tee shirts. I hope the stains come out! Then I drank it. Man, that stuff is BITTER!!! Super bitter, and earthy, and not the best tasting stuff in the world. Still, it wasn't so terrible that it stopped me from drinking it at all. Pretty soon after I drank it, I started noticing that my tongue and lips were becoming numb. Interesting. That's supposed to happen. And then, I just felt really relaxed. It was not anything weird or mind-altering, just really relaxing. I drank a few ounces of it and let my friends try some too. We all agreed that it was... interesting. I think I'll use this bag up and then maybe next time I go to the health food store, I'll just buy the extract and drop some in my tea. The root was expensive! It was 50 dollars for about a pound!
If you do research online about kava kava, you might think I've gone off the deep end. Please believe me, it is not some crazy, psychotropic South American drug. It's just a root that I made tea with. I don't now, nor do I ever plan to do drugs. But I am placing more and more faith in nature's ability to take care of our needs as well, if not better than science's.
The last thing I'd like to comment on is a death in my life. That is the death of my Arkansas driver's license. I realized that if I'm getting Oklahoma taxes withheld from my paycheck, I should probably be an Oklahoma resident before the end of the year. So I took a few hours off of work last week and went about getting a license plate, registering my car, and getting (the saddest one of all!) an Oklahoma driver's license. First, I would like to assert that my experience with Arkansas' DMV was never pleasant, but it was a lot better than here!
I had to go to the Tag agency first and register my car and get a license plate ($100!). Then, they told me I couldn't get a driver's license from them, I had to go somewhere else. So they gave me the address. That place was only open from 7 to 4:15, and it was almost 5 that day, so I decided to go the next morning. I got up super early, did my hair and makeup (because c'mon, you want your picture to look good, right???) and got to the highway patrol office just before 7... only to be fortunate enough to stand at the end of a 75 person line snaking out the door!!! Below is a picture of what the line looked like after standing outside for an hour.
So I finally get in the door and take a number. "Yes!" I think. "I'm number 5!" Of course they didn't start at 0 this morning. They started at 80! Took FOREVER!!! When I finally get up there, they have me fill out some papers and they snap my picture. They don't count to three, they don't tell me to smile, they just take it! And they get my fingerprints. I wasn't in the best of moods. Then, they send me BACK to the tag agency that said I couldn't get my driver's license with them (liars!). I go back and they take my fingerprints again and snap another picture. This time they let me smile and told me when they were taking it. The guy taking the picture said, "Wow, this one's a lot better than the one they took!" I'm sure the other one looked horrible. Everyone looks better when they smile! I got the license and got back to work at around 10:30.
Upon inspection, I realized the biggest reason I never should have moved to Oklahoma. THEY PUT YOUR WEIGHT RIGHT THERE ON THE LICENSE!!!!! Are you freaking kidding me? Apparently several states do this, as lots of people assured me. But they sure don't do that in Arkansas! Women of Arkansas, be grateful you live in a state that respects your self-esteem enough to not put your weight on a card that everyone can see. Honestly, what good does having your weight on the card do? A) what woman in their right mind is going to tell the truth about her weight when she knows it will be on display? B) even if she is honest, how long do any of us ever stay the same weight? C) how is this going to help identify us? What are they going to do, make me get on a scale to verify that it's my ID? Ridiculous! Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am. You weight 5 pounds less than your ID says you do. I'm going to have to confiscate this!
Enough ranting from me. I probably should have made this two or three posts. Comment!!
2 comments:
What a bad day. I can't believe that they made you put your weight on your driver's license. That is just
wrong, but it makes me glad I live in Arkansas.
You are hilarious!!
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