Showing posts from July, 2009

Organic vs. Conventional

This was on yahoo today. In a nutshell, it says that organic is not nutritionally healthier for you than non-organic foods.

Well, duh.

I mean, I know of a lot of people believe that organic tastes better, there are more nutrients, etc etc etc. I never really bought into that, mainly because I couldn't see how they could be any different nutritionally. I mean, a pepper is a pepper.

For me, organic is important because of what they add to conventional produce. Pesticides and other -icides left and right, chemicals to make it grow, to change its growth patterns, genetically alter them to do this or that. I don't want to put that stuff in my body. I think, unlike the pepper it's on, they do not do a body good.

Believe me when I say if I could get conventionally grown fruits and vegetables that weren't covered with toxic materials or genetically modified, I would.

After all, a pepper is a pepper.


I'm freaking out a little bit here. Really need my confidence to come back to where it was when I started this whole crazy freakin' idea.

It will all work out.

It will all work out.

It will all work out.


On Religion.

Okay, so you're probably thinking oh crap. Don't worry, it's not going to be that kind of post, I promise!
So anyway, this afternoon as I was cooking dinner I had PBS on.  They happened to be rebroadcasting part of their documentary on Mormonism. I'd seen it once before, mainly because being the curious gal I am I simply wanted to know more. I mean, all I knew about the religion I learned from South Park. Now, I know better than to believe everything I hear from cartoon characters, but I also know South Park well enough to figure that there was at least a basic grain of truth to the inanity. So, I watched in order to learn about a culture I knew nothing about.
Anyway, fast forward to today where I had it tuned into the same documentary. As I was sitting there, eating a yummy vegan chickpea and spinach curry, I listened to the people they interviewed speaking about the surety of seeing their loved ones again in Heaven. I mean, they were positive, beyond a shadow of a doub…


Last night, I got the letter. I am officially accepted into the massage training program. Woo hoo!!!

Classes start September 15th. It's a 2-semester, 650-hour training course. It's a little more expensive than some other programs around here, but I'm going to get a good training, and when I'm done I'll be able to sit for the National Certification. Vermont doesn't actually require it, but it just makes sense to do it. It will look better for future employment options if I have the certification.

So, over the next couple months, I'm going to have to get ready for this; stocking up on organic food I might not otherwise be able to afford; get a year's subscription of contacts while I still have money; and moreover, figure out a way to pay for all of this!

Oh, my gawd. I am so excited. Scared beyond all measure, but excited too! This is the change I needed. I didn't realize how much I had riding on this until I received the acceptance letter. It was like t…

Retraining Myself.

So, if all goes according to my plan (and we all know the world revolves around me), starting in September I will be returning to school. Of course, this isn't a done deal yet. I mean, I still have to actually be accepted. But since the odds are really low I won't be, I'm progressing as if I were.

So, while I am still on a full-time salary, I'm making plans to stock up on staples in bulk while I can afford to do so. I'm making a Costco run after work today in order to get the ball rolling. I will probably have to do another run or two before September, but the goal is to have a pantry stocked full of organic canned tomatoes, pasta sauce, pasta, lentils, beans, rice and soups. Some of these I'll buy in bulk at my local health food store, but the canned stuff I'll get at Costco, just because it's cheaper there.

I spend a lot of money on food every month; way more than one person should. It's been a luxury for me to just fill up my basket with organic, l…

Random Thoughts, Friday Edition

1. Did you know there was a "I love poutine" fan page on Facebook? I puffy-heart poutine. As a vegetarian however, I must decline it. More's the pity for me. It is a heart-attack on a plate and tastes divine. As all heart attacks on plates do. Don't know what poutine is? Obviously you've never spent time in or near Quebec. Follow this link to find out:

2. Following along the lines of massive coronaries, I have been eating like a little piggy this week. I know exactly why I've been craving carbs this week... see my post re: crying. I eat my stress. And it ends on Sunday. I'm back to eating whole, homemade foods low in junk and high in goodness. 

3. I'm marching in a parade tomorrow. Rain or shine. Odds are good that I will forget what choreography we have. This will also be televised on local stations, and rumor has it the (or a) French Ambassador will be in attendance. I'm freaking out, like, majorly. 

4. I am loo…

There's No Crying in Baseball

I don't cry.
Well, that's not true of course; I cry. Everyone cries. But it takes a lot to get me going. Think of it as a combination of Yankee pride, a belief that grief is private and an general unwillingness to show perceived weakness. I seldom cry in private and I do not cry in public. Today I spoke to my mom and she said she didn't think she'd seem me cry since I was a baby. I just find other outlets for my pain and grief.
Which is what makes what happened today that much more meaningful: I was made to cry in a relatively public venue. I won't go into the details, but suffice it to say in was in a location where tears are generally not a welcome addition to the flow of the day.
I was made to feel my best was not enough, I was accused of something I didn't do, and it was done in a confrontational manner. There was no other side to the story (ie, mine), I was wrong, I was a Bad Girl and I deserved to confronted aggressively and made to acquiesce.
Bull. Shit.
I am…

Put on the Big-Girl Panties Already.

When I was in fourth grade, I went to Hillside Elementary School. It was a nice enough school as far as schools go, but it was not within quick walking distance of my home. In terms of now, it would be a fairly easy walk for me. But at 10, it was a hike and along some busy streets with fast-moving traffic.
One day, my friend Naomi and her friend Robin decided to walk home from school. They each called their mom (or at least said they did; I wonder now) and got the okay. I called my mom and she was very adamant that I was not, under any circumstances, to join them. Today, I completely understand her position and frankly cannot believe Naomi's and Robin's moms let them do it either. 
Anyway, as I was coming out of the office all upset and angry because my mom said no, I said "I can't, my mom won't let me." Within five seconds they were halfway down the hall tossing a "see ya" over their shoulder. I think I actually said "but what about me?!" a…

Another Round of Randomness

1. Tomorrow I have two friends coming up from NYC. It's going to be so much fun! I have some ideas of what we can do; most will be weather dependent. The weather forecast is calling for scattered thunderstorms, which means absolutely nothing. We could get rain. We could get sun. We could get clouds. It's a crapshoot, really. One thing is for certain, fireworks will be involved at some point.

2. I have my "admissions" interview tomorrow afternoon for the massage therapy training school. I put admissions in quotes because I think it's mostly a formality. They just want to make sure I'm not a perv or something. Which is fine. I want to know the same thing! Anyway, if all goes well I'll officially be starting training in September. Which will give me two months to figure out my finances and how I'm going to live on a severely reduced salary.

3. I went to the eye doctor today and she's trying out new contacts on me. I am not liking them so far. They fee…