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I, however, stood frozen beside some packaged fresh turkeys.
Trying to do the math of converting kg to lbs, and trying to price check the big box store's brand vs an add in the local paper from a farmer around the corner for his fresh turkeys.
I was nauseated. Food Inc has made me terrified to buy any meat from any store, but the pressure of spending on four kids, groceries, Halloween costumes, new house items, and the looming purchases for cold weather in the next few weeks as well as Christmas was suffocating me.
Do I abandon my morals to save $20?
It was just a few days before that I was at another grocery store and paid $12 for TWO breasts of chicken. Robbery! Perhaps . . .
Surely it wouldn't hurt to purchase and eat one more big box bird . . . and next time save up more for the dinner. Would it?
And who is to say that the local bird would taste good? Maybe I'd get an old bird and it would be gamey?
The financial pressure did get to me, and I guess it was just the mere ease of picking the bird up with everything else since I do have four kids . . . and I never shop alone.
But next time, I vow, I will budget for a fresh, local bird. I will start sourcing out good farmers and not let the financial burdens control my food choices.
I suppose that I have remained in a "fortunate" oblivion (fortunate because at least I could eat and wear what I wanted).
But, after watching Food Inc at my mother in law's insistance, I have not been able to grocery shop well. I scan the aisles for anything that might be edible . . . or safe to eat. I search for items from small, local companies in order to avoid the unethical animal and human practices that the larger companies most probably are involved in.
Then, I began researching sunscreens. Now I know that there are problems with them, and they present themselves on my family's skin. Photo-unstable chemicals producing free radicals demonstrate themselves in bright red, bumpy rashes on us. The doctor said it was "normal" and to either live with it or try to find a sunscreen that doesn't do it.
This summer it was to the point where I had a decision to make: use a sunscreen that does more damage than good and causes us to break out in rashes or take our chances playing skin cancer roulette. We opted for the last and got a few bad burns.
With all my researching, I came across some physical blocking sunblocks and thought all my problems were solved. I even found one in a powered form that was perfect for putting overtop of makeup through out the day.
Until I realized that nanoparticles of Titanium Oxide and Zinc Oxide were in it. And in everything else cosmetic. Virtually every powder has it in it, and now pretty well every liquid foundation AND liquid sunscreen.
Is our society too scientifically ruthless? Do we can so much more about the immediate result (beautiful complexion, "tasty" food) than we do about the end result (skin cancer, organ toxicity, cruel and unethical treatment of animals and small businesses . . . even humans)?
Or, are we just so technilogically advanced that we have the time to develop these things . . . and then have extra time to find things that could be wrong with them? (Remember, once they said eggs were bad to eat, now they are okay . . . and caffeine is beneficial or not, depending on the study you read.)
Because if you take all these "studies" you will find yourself standing in a grocery store, surrounded by food . . . and yet you will be starving, afraid to eat. And in order to avoid sun damage you will be cooped up in your house with your blinds drawn because nothing is safe to wear outside.
I'm still undecided. In the mean time, I'm looking for some good local husbandry farmers and maybe a sunscreen with mostly physical blockers but lots of antioxidants in it. How about you?
After already being spooked by Food Inc, this was no surprise, but it was disturbing and nauseating none the less. Be sure to check out Jamie's Food Revolution clip.
I mean, really, did we think at all about our children and how it would affect them? And poor little Guillermo who no longer knows what grass is all about. I watch last night as he ran to something that looked like grass, but was covered in dust and construction scraps.
And this morning, well, this morning was fun. Hoisting garabage cans that are so heavy they should only be rolled because our garage is full of stuff, including a car, so our driveway can get done. And then trudging through the mountains of gravel/dirt, again carrying my garbage cans, to get things at the end of the "driveway" and find a spot amidst more mountains and cazms for garbage to sit properly.
To put it bluntly, it sucked. I mean, really sucked.
Then I watched as all the kids walked to the bus stop, deeking out construction trucks rolling by, and trying not to step in any of the foot deep mud that makes up the road (naturally, it would be rainy week) . . . it brought my spirits down even more.
To be honest, it was a hard decision as to where to move to: and which house to buy. Along the way, there have been several times where Brad and I have sat down and bantered about whether our first love would have been a better choice. Certainly, this summer without a/c and without grass for the kids to play on was a biggie. And the fact that we are no longer starting our office here, but closer to the other house. And then with every weekend bringing more "to-do's" to our list and looking at a partially finished kitchen and master suite, it isn't hard to pine for our lost bungalow.
Fortunately, the community has more than made up for most of these. The extra space immediately available in our five bedroom (as opposed to the three bedroom bungalow) is more than nice. The neighbours, they are simply wonderful. And I can't even being to talk about how much we love the location in relation to anywhere we want to go . . . or the grocery store at the corner.
Yes, for the most part, the decision has been good. And I think that once everything is done, it will feel better.
But, for today, and several parts through out this year, my heart aches a little for the "normal" life we could have had.
October 2, 2010
Next we moved onto the high ropes course. (No sense in starting at the low ones!)
Jackson was up first on the catwalk. He climbed up the ladder pretty well (again, those counter-climbing skills coming in handy) but looked down too often and got scared. (Maybe that's what I need to do . . . make my counters 15 ft high!)
After a bit of "practice falling" so that he knew he wouldn't fall to the ground, he started up again and got higher . . . but still, the height got to him. Down he came.
Jayden originally wanted to go on the "swings" but was talked out of it by a 9 year old girl who said even her 11 year old sister had trouble. He thought it prudent to start himself on the catwalk too.
He seemed cool as a cucumber up there . . . but once he came down he confessed as to how scary it was.
Coming down is just so much fun!
Just for some perspective of what they did today.
My little "rope" men.