I’ve been debating with myself for years about whether I want to become a vegetarian — again. And news as of late is pushing me in that direction. There’s the whole issue of the pink slime guck that’s added to beef, recent news of mad cow’s arrival in this country and my forever struggle over what animals go through to get from field to table. Not that I have a problem with other folks enjoying meat. It’s just a personal position and preference.
The first clue there was a problem was the smell — something was dead, no mistaking it.
One of the cool things about Facebook and then moving back to your hometown is that you get to reconnect with folks you haven’t seen or heard from in years — 26 years, to be exact.
I haven’t always been a “buy locally” consumer. After all, those colorful, well-organized catalogs that come in the mail from big box companies are enticing. And it’s so easy to Google the products you need from the comfort of your home and find a great bargain. But after living in Greenville for three months and working the past couple of weeks with a team of locally based businesses to remodel a house, I am fully on board to shop and do business close to home.
I’m not a violent person, but there are several kinds of bugs that bring out the exterminator in me. Right now, it’s ants and mosquitoes. I just don’t see their purpose.
According to ancient Chinese wisdom, each of us has personality characteristics that are defined by five elements — wood, fire, Earth, metal and water. The idea is that everyone possesses certain aspects of all five elements, but that one tends to be more dominant than the others. Knowing where you fall, it’s said, can help you make healthier lifestyle choices when it comes to diet, jobs and relationships.
We’re having a weight loss challenge at work, which brings me to the subject of lunch. Kind of roundabout, I know. But when you’re trying to clean up your eating, the question becomes “to bring or to buy?” I know a lot of folks who go out for lunch every single day, a routine that has its definite ups and downs. Ups include the fact that you don’t have to think about what to pack at oh-dark-hundred, when your coffee barely has settled in your veins. You also don’t have to dig deep to get creative. Do a different restaurant each day and variety is guaranteed.
When I was a writer for the paper in Boulder, we had stories we referred to as O-I-Bs, or Only in Boulders. These were the stories of unusual people and things that happened, seemingly only in Boulder.
Talking to a friend last week, I was reminded of how important it is to listen to your gut. Not the growly stomach, hungry kind of messages you get. Rather, the sense that something might not be right. In other words, your intuition.
As a single mom, I want to be a superhero for my kids. I want to be able to carve out special time like we used to have before I started working full time. I want to have the patience when I walk through the door to listen to stories about their day and worries that they have and details about their plans for the weekend.