I just watched the first episode of “Rotten” on Netflix, which is about the honey industry and the rampant adulteration of honey with rice syrup plus the problems facing beekeepers, and had to go outside in the 15F temps to hug my hives.
They buzzed irritably at me for my trouble.
Literally just about the only way to make sure you’re actually buying honey is to buy from local beekeepers and/or personally keep the bees yourself.
I will never not stress this.
I have literally had the discussion with people so many times when I mention using honey;
Me; “Mentions using honey.”
Them; “Oh you know that probably isn’t honey”
Me; “No, it is. I am 200% certain.”
Them; “I don’t know I saw this thing that said…”
Me; “And that is 100% accurate, but I literally took the honey out of my hives myself. I know exactly where it came from.”
Them “…..really that is SO COOL! Do you sell any?”
And this is WONDERFUL! It means that people are aware of the problem! I means people are thinking about their food and where it comes from! It means they CARE!
People DO care about this, and as I and any other hobby beekeeper who can sell out an entire season of harvest in three days can tell you, people are absolutely willing to pay a premium for stuff that they KNOW is local, genuine, and The Good Shit!
People are starting to care more and more about where their food comes from, and that is, IMHO, a Good Thing Indeed.
I’m feeling a deep spiritual connection to this dude growing garlic organically and happily pointing at all the worms in his soil with a proud smile as he goes “Look at all my WORMS aren’t they beautiful.”
Yes they are you should be very proud of your healthy worms in your garlic field.
theres a new product by verzion called “hum” that allows your parents to track your car and places you go, if your parents are controlling like mine please check under your steering wheel to make sure that they havent installed this
here is what it looks like installed:
you can read more about it here, and here– this excerpt sums up what information Hum will send:
“a car’s owner will be able to get notified on their phone when the vehicle leaves a pre-determined area or drives faster than a set speed… [Hum] will enable location tracking and a driving log, which measures travel times, engine idle times, and average speeds.”
People in abusive relationships, please check your cars.
What does my cat think when I kiss his little head? Does he know it’s affection or does he think I’m trying to eat him
These questions are totes why I follow you, top quality content right here
It’s important!
Well it depends. Do you try to put ketchup on him before kissing his head, that would change things 😛
Yes. I put ketchup on my cat before I kiss his head.
Fun bit of info!
Kitties rub their heads against their chosen people as a method of scent marking, but not of ownership. Instead, they’re getting their scent on you because they know that you’re a family, but you smell “Funny” compared to them. They’re trying to make you smell like their family.
If your cat allows you to kiss their little head, it’s because they’re accepting -your- scent, and being part of your family.
Ketchup included.
This is a good note, thank you
This why they boop you. 🙂
Fact:
In animals that have communal grooming as part of their behavior, sticking your face in their face for kisses/boops doesn’t bother them at all because they know you’re not going to eat them.
But, with frogs (and other animals you shouldn’t be putting your mouth on) that do not have communal grooming there’s a high chance their first reaction will be “plz don’t eat me” before realizing you do not mean them any harm.
Also; if you accidentally step on a cat or a dog, or accidentally pinch/hurt a smaller pet and after they squeak or yelp you start petting them and trying to reassure the animal that you weren’t trying to hurt them they’ll understand that. Puppies and kittens get a little too rough with their play, but when a litter-mate ends up squeaking because they got hurt the puppy or kitten will stop playing so roughly and switch to kisses/licks as a way to apologize before they go back to playing.
When humans act the same way, and do not hurt them again it registers as “oh that wasn’t on purpose” and the animal quickly forgives you.
It’s the animal equivalent of “Don’t tell Mom!”
This is also good to know, thank you!
Thank fucking god
It’s not even the end of January and this already the post of the year for 2018.
when i was 5 years old my best friend was a boy named kyle who didn’t know how to knock on doors so he made dinosaur noises outside my window to wake me up in the summer until i demonstrated how to ball his fists and slam them against my doors. we collected caterpillars in my trailer park and built them houses while we traded pokemon cards. he wasn’t the only one. there was ben, and mitch, and noah—but kyle’s the only one who hurt me, because when he tried to kiss me and i asked him why, he told me “because you’re a girl and i’m a boy, shouldn’t we like each other?”
i missed him so much and i wondered why he couldn’t just be my friend like he always was
in the first grade there was rich and joseph and i got sent to detention with them almost every day with a smile on my face. we built block towers and sang to my teacher’s lion king soundtracks when she’d
turn the lights off during lunch time. one day they got in a fist fight
over me at recess, and i wondered why they felt they needed to share my
friendship, like it was something they owned.
in the second grade zach and i played yu gi oh under our desks during
free time and i got moved for talking to him constantly. everyone in
the class would tease him and i for talking, asking when we were going
to date already, asking him if he’d kissed me, and he stopped being my
friend.
when i was 11 i met a chubby boy with the name of a colour who wore
puffy vests and unwashed t-shirts, with greasy hair and bright blue eyes
and a smile that hid hurt behind it. people didn’t like him because he
was silly, but i liked him, because i was also silly. he became my
friend the day he bought me 5 giant roses and asked me to be his
girlfriend, and i politely declined but promised him i’d be his best
friend because i’d always wanted a best guy friend that stuck around.
we burnt our feet on the concrete during the summer and walked home
with the sunset silhouetting us. he talked often about how he loved me,
but never blamed me for being me, even though he refused to move on.
that boy dyed his hair jet black and sat on the end of my bed playing
songs to me on guitar, and all that pent up rage from before didn’t show
until the first time he slapped me across the face and called me a dumb
cunt.
in the 7th grade there was a boy named ryan who sat next to me on the
bus and talked to me about manga. he’d ask me personal invasive
questions but i didn’t mind because it was attention and i liked
attention. i was dating another guitarist with curly brown hair, one
who was much more kind-tempered than the other, and ryan mentioned how
much of an asshole he was every day. i wondered, why, why does he think
the love of my life is an asshole? but whenever i asked him, he just
told me, “girls only date assholes. there’s no room for nice guys like
me.”
i wondered, if he was so nice, why did he say such mean things?
he never stopped with me, taking me to movies, hanging out with me,
you know. being friendly. i thought we were friends. but then, how
many times had i thought that before?
how many times had i bonded with a boy, thought they got me, only for them to ask me if i wanted to make out?
how come when i told ryan i was coming out as a lesbian, he stopped
being my friend, and said “damnit, the one girl i really want to pound
into a mattress, and she’s only interested in chicks!”
there was a boy my junior year who stayed up all night with me until
the sun rose, talking about life, past loves, hopes, dreams. beneath a
million twinkling stars spanning forever, he brushed long brown hair out
of his eyes and listened to me talk about the history that made me.
then he asked me if i’d ever consider dating a guy, and complained
about how he’d never get laid.
when i told him no a couple hundred times, he found new girls to listen to.
i would sit on the couch and play zelda with dakota, and he’d talk
about all my favourite games with me. he was the closest thing to
support i had, and the letters and poems he wrote me were always so kind
and friendly. but he’d put his arms around me on the couch, and no
matter how many times i told him i was uncomfortable, he’d still come
over every day and do it.
“don’t you know how it feels to love someone and not have them love
you back? don’t you know what it feels like to be friendzoned?”
when i meet guys who talk about the friendzone, who talk about the
girls who don’t give “nice guys” like them i chance, i always want to
just say
when i was 10 years old i met a girl whose brown hair fell across her
shoulders and whos eyes sparkled when the sunlight hit them, whose
voice was like velvet and whose scent was like mountain smoke, who made
me dizzier than a fly climbing a sugar hill. and i’m 18 years old, and i
still love her, and she knows, and she doesn’t love me.
but my first thoughts upon hearing her rejection were not “what a
bitch,” were not “she just wants a douchebag and not a nice girl like
me!” were not “im going to keep pushing her until she dates me,”
they were
“she is the best friend i have ever had, and i am the best she’s ever had, and i would hate to take that away from her.”
so before you play the victim, mr. Nice Guy, before you angrily throw
your fedora on the ground and blame the girl you claim to adore so
much:
put yourself in the shoes of a girl who thought she made a wonderful
friend, only to find out that he just wanted her for sex. that he just
wanted her for a relationship. a girl who was just an object to win, a
prize. a girl who’s trust you’ve just shattered.
maybe she friendzoned you. but you girlfriendzoned her, first.
I was asking myself just now why they have “16 and pregnant” but not “16 and impregnated a girl” but I realized it would be pretty boring to watch a 16 year old boy play video games and go to school and live life as normal
okay, this is SO DISGUSTING, if you’re a makeup lover or a person that shop at ULTA, PLEASE READ THIS because you could be buying USED products.
she also said this: “for the girls saying it might just be my store, I can’t speak for every store but that’s why I posted screenshots of other girls sharing their experience as well. girls I don’t even know , it completely different states have told me their stores are doing the same!”
there’s many other people dming and quoting her on twitter saying the same if you want to check out her page for more information!
We need to get around to realizing that genetic modification isnt contamination, or carcinogenic chemicals, or sludge, or evil godless mutations. They aren’t horrifying and they’re grown natural just like everything else.
“i don’t buy anything with gmos,” said the woman walking her purebred pug
look don’t be against GMOs be against PATENTING GENES and PURPOSELY DESIGNING CROPS TO BE STERILE SO FARMERS HAVE TO KEEP BUYING SEEDS.
hey can we stop saying millenials and gen z kids are “the gayest generation” like no we just actually have the resources to be knowledgable of sexuality and also grew up in enviornments where you arent kicked in the ass by society for liking the same or multiple genders. The anount of gay people hasnt changed were just actually more safe and able to be open in society. boiling it down to “theres more gays” is belittiling of the progress weve made
reblog this vers cause this us exactly what i mean!
being a freshman n watching yr friends date seniors n adults is scary but i never thought it would be as terrifying to be an adult nd watching ppl u used to think of as friends dating freshmen
hey by the way as an adult to all the young kids following me for some reason
i see so many freshmen going “im with a senior im sooooo lucky!” you are not. its not hard for a freshman to get with a senior. they see it as a game you are a prize to be won. ive seen it both sides now and i know this. to seniors, fucking the freshmen is a competition. you are a collectors item. you are not lucky and your cool honour roll jock boyfriend doesnt love you at all. you are like a dog in a purse to him. seniors dont brag about their freshman partners like freshmen brag about their senior partner, they talk about you like they caught you. because youre prey. they show you off like game not like a loving partner. seniors are just playing a game to see how many freshmen they can manipulate and collect they do not love you and they never ever will.
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