Food Revelations Lead to Food Revolutions

I read the first few chapters of Michael Pollan's, "The Omnivore's Dilemma. I don't want to buy food from a grocery store ever again. I haven't even made it past Poky Feeders feedlot, yet. UGH!

If I advocate for animals to eat the food they evolved to eat, then I cannot and will not ignore my omnivorous teeth. I love myself too much to purposely oppose that and attempt vegetarianism or veganism.

Both options seem very popular where I live. People eat all kinds of processed foods to avoid eating meat. I don't understand that at all. I didn't understand it before I started reading this book and I understand it even less, now.

Maybe I should start a book club for this book. It's so hard to not have anyone to talk to about it.

Baby Gardening

I took my first Spring steps into the garden today. I wore Micah, introducing her to our yard. We found out why Kale grows best in Winter ...the bugs don't seem to bother it in the Winter.

We also found out why you don't plant Raspberry canes. They slowly march across our little slice of garden.The only thing seeming to stand in their way? The Himalayan Blackberries that I need to remove...without chemicals.

The Daphne Odora blooms and l feel perfectly content.

...Must...Resist...

resisting the urge to hop on Facebook...I find it odd that I have such trouble with this.

Facebook Withdrawl

I stopped cold turkey on Sunday morning, April 1, 2012. You might think that my April Fools joke has gone a bit too far. I think it has. However, I take this journey one day at a time. Who knows. I might make it without Facebook for a whole week.

Painful

I hurt. Anger fills parts of me, too. I feel sympathy for you and the circumstances you live in. I apologize for any time my response did not meet your expectations. I apologize that I cannot truly understand the shoes you wear or the path you walk. I believe that cannot do anything but fail when you to expect me to know EXACTLY what you deal with every day.

Our friendship has spanned over half our lives, 20 years this coming September. Chronologically, I have more years on this planet. However, you took me under your wing and helped me learn about the world. I struggled with my insecurities over that time; I felt like the ugly friend. Your intelligence, your charisma, your grooming habits seemed so polished and I sat there like a chunk of basalt. I struggled, because I knew that I had picked up that label and placed it on myself. Your care helped me grow into a better person and I tried to repay you with loyalty.

Now you re-evaluate our friendship, declaring that we have nothing in common. Of course we don't have anything in common. We're siblings; we have only shared love...oh, and our lesbianism, our partnerships with amazing women, our desire for children, our extended time-line for completing our  college education, etc.

for fucks sake...SNAP OUT OF IT.

Edited to comply with E-Prime semantics