Posted in Baking, positive directions

Make the world better

I have written before that my life was always “half a block away.”  We lived half a block from a very affluent neighborhood, and the geographical distance was a metaphor for so many aspects of my life.

One of those areas was obviously money.  While my “other side of the street” friends had parents who drove them to school, I walked or paid my own bus fare.  They bought lots of new back to school clothes every fall.  Many of them were given cars when they turned 16, and so on.

As children on the wrong side of the street, we were given an allowance, just so we had money.  It was $1/week.  It wasn’t a lot, but my parents wanted us to understand the connection between work and income.  We had money making opportunities, which were chores with a choice.

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Posted in Health, positive directions

Things left behind

Facebook is an arguably great tool for keeping in touch with other people. It is also an enormous time sucker, with promoted content and lots of links by well meaning acquaintances, which can occupy you until the trumpets sound and Jesus comes in the clouds. You know what I mean, don’t you?

Skinny mirrorToday, I was sucked into an interesting article about what a woman missed when she lost over half her original body weight. It is a very articulate list of unforeseen consequences and well worth the read, if only to shed insight into the thoughts of people more or less adiposely enabled than you.

Before you think, “well I am not really interested in what fatty has to say,” know that the author is now a personal trainer and contributor to a website devoted to fitness, nutrition and health.

Posted in Meats, positive directions

The cruel side of organic

cowI went to Costco (motto: When 2 gallons isn’t enough) the other day. I hadn’t been in a while so the experience was sort of like watching broadcast television after eschewing it for a decade. I suppose it’s also like seeing a growing child occasionally, rather than constantly, “When did my nephew get so tall?”

But back to Costco. Apparently bowing to the whims of the day, yellow markers pointed out what was ORGANIC, in case shoppers couldn’t read the regular cards without highlighting. Everywhere I went, yellow highlighting to help you select the best possible ORGANIC choices. It made me laugh to think that shoppers needed that much help being totally politically and theoretically nutritionally correct. Continue reading “The cruel side of organic”

Posted in Humor, positive directions, Practical

Paint

A blonde decides one day that she is sick and tired of all these blonde jokes and how all blondes are perceived as stupid, so she decides to show her husband that blondes really are smart. While her husband is off at work, she decides that she is going to paint a couple of rooms in the house.

The next day, right after her husband leaves for work, she gets down to the task at hand. Her husband arrives home at 5:30 and smells the distinctive smell of paint. He walks into the living room and finds his wife lying on the floor in a pool of sweat.  He notices that she is wearing a ski jacket and a fur coat at the same time. Continue reading “Paint”

Posted in positive directions

Bush Whacking

[Not a political post]

Pic 126I have been known to say I didn’t marry a man, I married a garden.  It’s true.  Previous wife had all the lawn ripped out and spent ludicrous amounts of money on a “low maintenance” yard, which included exotic bushes, shrubs and trees. 

Low maintenance, my horse’s patoot.  That yard is more work than imagineable.  Every weed is visible, so it requires a constant vigilance (note that I am making it sound as though I am nobly succeeding).  The kids know if we get out of the car and I am slow making it to the house, it is because I have 2 handfuls of weeds and am headed for the yard waste bin. Continue reading “Bush Whacking”

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A mark on the gate

In my senior year at college I spent spring break with my grandparents in Iowa.  I was newly engaged, about to graduate and the world was my oyster.  My grandmother could not understand why I would want to sit around a quiet house in the middle of the farm belt and watch my grandfather enjoy golf on TV. 

I wanted to be with them because I liked them.  They were good people.  My father described his dad, “as close to an angel as you can get here on earth.”  In their later years Grandma suffered pain from arthritis and longed for the heaven she fervently believed in, but Grampa had developed Alzheimers.  They were a unit- he was her body, she was his mind.  When he passed away, she let go of her fierce resolve to be there for him, and joined him in eternity a year to the day of his death. Continue reading “A mark on the gate”