veggie tales
I am a hypocrite, I know. I have the hardest time motivating to blog but I curse everyone else for not blogging enough. I would like to think I could blog daily and I applaud those that do but I struggle to come up with topics. Maybe I am thinking about it too much.
Today, however, is a different story. I have a whopper of a topic for you (my choice in words will be quite humorous as you read on and I swear I didn't plan it. Pure coincidence. Now I am just attempting to break the record for longest parenthetical phrase. Is that a word, parenthetical? Kudos on the vocabulary. OK, I'm done.).
Rachel and I have been attempting to eat vegetarian. I will never call myself a vegetarian, only that I eat vegetarian. Calling yourself a vegetarian comes with too much scrutiny, just ask Becca. For me, it will be two weeks meat free on Monday. It has been something Rachel and I have talked about for a long time but I just brushed it off claiming it could never happen. Although the choice seemed abrupt,it happened gradually. First I wanted to only eat meat that came from free range animals (You know, the ones that have a smile on their face as they get their throats slit). It wasn't enough. I like animals too much to eat them. If it were my job to decided whether the animals on the farm live or die, I would pardon them every time (That'll do pig is what I'd say). I understand the natural order of things and where we lie/lay/lain (damn journalism class didn't teach me a thing) on the food chain but as long as I can be healthy without it, the choice became easy.
I refuse to judge or even attempt to influence those who still eat meat. I may even slip up sometimes (Is there anything not fried in lard on Carolina's menu?). I have yet to decide if fish are off limits because I haven't decided if I care about fish (cruel but true). I look at it like religion. Leave it up to the individual to decide what they believe without having to decide if a right or wrong answer exists. Besides, I have been eating meat for almost a quarter of a century, how annoying would it be if I started getting all preachy.
P.S. Let's Go Mets
3 comments:
Your post made me think so many things.
1. You're right you don't blog enough. Blog more, damn it:)
2. Parenthetical...I'm impressed.
3. I've thought about becoming a vegetarian, too, so I'm interested to see how it goes for you both.
4. Have I told you about the fish at the nursery close to our house? I need to, it might help you make up your mind about whether or not you care about fish.
5. Seriously, you need to blog more. I feel like I learn something new about you each time I read one of your entries.
6. Damn you're getting old. "Eating meat for almost a quarter of a century" Oh wait, that means I'm old to...frick!
7. That reminds me, can we borrow the Scrubs Season Four.
8. Do I win a prize for the longest comment left on your blog ever?
9. No...oh it's just annoying and wierd.
10. Oh, okay, I'll stop.
Kim,
Yes you can borrow Scrubs and I love that you said frick. What was up with the depressing episode yesterday?
I am interested to here about the fish nursery.
See you this weekend.
Bean and potato burro...'nuff said.
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