#0050 Random Qs
What's your favorite section of Walmart to browse?
The $5 video bin usually has a large pile of junk, and one or two “finds”.
Tomorrow begins the class on the Way of Abundance and Power, which is a class on how to research the Bible. I am assisting, so in addition to my new full-time position, I will be putting in an extra twenty hours per week of Biblical instruction. Something has to go, and it looks like the Internet loses.
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See you in September...
What’s the best thing ever?
Have you ever tried to do this? When I grew up in the 1960s, my mother cooked all our meals from ingredients that came from the garden or the butcher. The one exception was the bread she baked. Even then, wheat was in the process of being altered. The point is that it was a lot easier to find chemical-free food into the 1970s. Today, you almost have to grow your own from Heirloom seeds, and raise your own meat.
Some call people like me hysterical hippies, but more and more people are noticing what is happening to our food. Older people may go ahead and buy ingredients, but most of the younger people I know buy pre-cut vegetables, boxed dinners, or pre-packaged sides. They don't know what food prep or real cooking is. In the town where I grew up, there was a Dairy Queen, a lunch counter at the pharmacy, and a restaurant down the road. Occasionally, one family set up a taco stand. Now, they have the big three: McDonald's, Wendy's, and Burger King. Denny's is by the highway, and a variety of other restaurants dot the area. The population of the town did not increase, but the options for eating out have.
None of these places serve chemical-free food. Why does this bother me? My daughter and I have ADHD. ADHD is aggravated by the chemicals in food, perfumes, and cleaners. As long as we stay away from chemicals, we feel sane. When one or both of us slip up and eat some processed food, or even go down the laundry isle at the grocery store, our brains turn up the static and we feel driven to anger. People have told me to control my mind. "It's just your imagination!" they say.
They don't know. It's like telling a person with a broken ankle to walk straight. The most frustrating, horrible part of it is that it looks like innocent food! I hate having to ask a host and hostess where they got the food they are serving me. They are giving me a gift, and I have to look right into the horse's mouth! Most of my friends automatically tell me what's in the food, but others think I am simply rude to ask. They should live inside this body for a day! for instance, I had a serving of fried chicken yesterday, so today all over my skin itches, and I'm a little testy from whatever spice combination was used. It's like my brain is itching, too.
If I get too far into it, I'll see every evil continually.
I'm related to a conspiracy theorist. She spends her time with me hysterically telling me things, and I spend my time calming her with God's Word. Before the end, some of us have a ticket out of here.
I am not a fan of the "Sweet Meteor of Death". I wish, however, that it were easier to buy good food.