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Name: E.K.
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Gender: Female
Interests: people with points, beautiful places and things, creating the world that should be
Expertise: problem solving, descriptions, fashion, cooking with butter
Occupation: It depends on the day...
Industry: The Kingdom
Message: message me
Member Since:
8/22/2005
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| I had been getting my ground beef at Reasor's (in Tulsa, OK) because they had USDA Prime Natural (no hormones/ antibiotics). But the other day they didn't have any. The young butcher said he didn't think they were going to continue carrying it. Why? He didn't know. Today I spoke with two other butchers who said that "there was too much demand for it - so the [meat company] is going to stop producing it. Come again? "Wouldn't that just mean that with more demand it would actually become more widely produced and even less expensive?" They agreed. "So why would they stop producing it - if people are buying it and will continue to buy more and more of it?" They guessed that it was because the organic cow food was more expensive than the "other" drug-laden cow food. (I mean, how cheap is grass seed, people? - is grass more expensive than manmade cow food processed with antibiotics and hormones? - that sounds, to me, like it would be more expensive. So, how did something that is made in labs become cheaper than something that grows freely in nature?) WAIT!!! (I sense that THE GOVERNMENT has a hand in this - I can just see the regulatory tentacles flailing!) "Market distortions due to subsidies have led to an increase in corn fed cattle rather than grass fed.[31] Corn fed cattle require more antibiotics and their beef has a higher fat content.[31]," (from Wikipedia's article on Agricultural subsidies) AH HA!!! Anyway people: if you want meat from grass-fed cattle at your local grocery store, SPEAK UP! We are Americans. WE are in control of our economy. Demand the best. Happy Friday! | | |
| When confronting the appalling scene, allow yourself to be properly horrified. But be brief, lest the inglorious bile permanently mark your rug and kitty’s reputation.
Scoop up the bulk of kitty’s purge with something disposable: paper towels, napkins, tax dollars, whatever you have on hand.
While swiftly disposing of bulk, try to refrain from contorting face into too unpleasant a look, as not to diminish kitty’s majestic spirit. Flush twice.
Return speedily to the site and commence to furious blotting with paper towels or an old rag, audibly remarking that kitty’s offense was not malicious. Once the majority lifts, sprinkle baking soda on top of remains, liberally until entire stain is covered.
Let set overnight. (Or as long as tolerable, depending on when the infraction and response occur.)
Locate, comfort, and reassure kitty of your unconditional love and concern for his or her well being.
Arise and vacuum. If stain does not miraculously vanish, repeat blotting procedure, only this time douse and blot with a spray of half water, half white vinegar until stain disappears. If stain does not disappear completely, sprinkle more baking soda over the top and let set for a few hours. Leave vacuum near the site as a warning and deterrent against further kitty benders.
Go on about your life, loving kitty and making sure that he or she is not eating emotionally or sampling your house plants. Purchase “pet grass” and place in kitty’s dining area.
Vacuum up the baking soda-mingled remains and behold the invisible spot. Be pleased with yourself that you have thoroughly and effectively removed from your carpet one of the most revolting substances known to humankind, and without dangerous chemicals.
Have some tea. Call kitty all of his or her royal names. (Sweet Princess Kee-kah Pants, etc.)
P.S. CONFESSION: We've been watching American Idol this season (thanks Dad and Jan...). I hope Didi doesn't go home tonight. Her voice is the lovechild of Stevie Wonder and Bjork. I think it works.
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| eating canned pumpkin. At 2:42a.m. No, I am NOT pregnant.
(I am typing on N's computer that is missing a "t" - there are so many words that have "t" in them!) My computer has been ill lately, deciding to freeze up and make a loud tone after I've been on it for about 17 minutes or so. It says to me "doooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooone!" And then I just have to power it off because I've yet to learn how to cast demons out of technology. (Advice?)
Kee-kah is snurring. Or Poring. Nocturnal my foot.
I must get more pumpkin. I am starting my day EARLY--and with lots of fiber! Yay! Perhaps my skin will develop a nice orange glow. Today Dad confessed to the [brain cancer support] group that he's been tanning, which is a huge no-no. He didn't want to be pale for his vacation next week. Oh concerns! Humans are funny.
Anyway, if you were wondering, Dad is still here! Please keep praying. It's working!
I started to write about "resting" [in God]. I've had to really think about this because there are lots of things going on right now that are completely beyond my management abilities--(I must say, this moment: I am so grateful that headache I had for the past SEVERAL hours is finally gone! When I have pain like that it's just great to sit back and enjoy not having a headache!) Anyway, I've had to LEARN how to rest and "trust God" - which before seemed more like a Jedi mind trick, but now I really SEE how it works. It's kind of like going to your favorite restaurant and ordering what you always order. You just know the server will bring it to you, and you just know it will be good.
When we order things like: direction, deliverance, healing, salvation, redemption, restoration, etc, it seems to take a little longer than it does to grill a filet or simmer a curry. BUT IT DOES COME! And it is good.
So until it comes, watch for it. That is what I am doing right now. I am expecting good news, open doors and opportunities to bless at every turn. Though I am still awake, I am resting.
Goodnight and good morning to you!
(about to finish a whole can of Libby,)
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| I just feel compelled to comment on my current profile picture:
This is us (myself and Nathan) shortly after our wedding, about eight and a half years ago. That is a peacock feather boa I'm wearing (which my mother borrowed for me from her quite flamboyant Branson friend), and my dress is Vera Wang, and don't I look bustier-than-[seriously] ever in it, thanks to my mom's strapless bra (???--Lord only knows why I didn't have my own, it's very possible I didn't believe in them at the time.)
My hair: done by myself, cut mournfully post-a particularly stressful Christina visit which involved a futile quest for a double-locked storage unit. Watching C go from unit to unit down identical rows, I remember thinking: this has got to be the perfect metaphor for something.
And the quite debonair (though a little slouched) N, with his suave vest (which, if you were there, might recall that it was actually a sage green, metallic, heavens...) and some perfectly gelled hair (still a bit of a problem.)
Who were we? My brother kindly refers to this era as "fat and evil" - mainly the black hair and dramatic brows. And [usually] red lipstick. I wasn't Goth. Ever. I had more pastels than black in my wardrobe. I was Liz Taylor.
N and I are definitely more refined by our eight plus years, N with his silver streaks (I've only had ONE white eyebrow hair--and that was when I had a fever.) My hair is not trying to be anyone else but me. It has been it's natural color for years now. And my makeup is much less theatrical. And Paula has worked hard to give me less evil brows.
I have softened. As Rhett Butler tells Scarlett, I've "grown a woman's heart."
Now, which photo should I publish? | | |
| I just deleted a sentence that involved "letting the cyber soil rest." Heavens and oh brother is right.
It seems there is less to write when I am surrounded by people and have very little time to myself. Currently, I have stolen away into my little igloo to see if I have anything for you, which I cannot promise; however, when we decide to have these outlets, I believe it is important to keep them up. Otherwise, we become the tree falling in the woods with not a soul to hear.
And I am no silent tree.
You will soon know what I become whenever I become it, which is, possibly at the moment, Queen of a Wilderness.
Well, enough of that. I will let you know the details when there are some.
Blessings to all,
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