Tuesday, February 26, 2013



 
Kidney Stones of Life
        Those of us, who haven’t personally experienced kidney stones, have heard of the painfully perilous attempts to get rid of the merciless little buggers. 
Basically a kidney stone is a monster created by someone’s body, and presents itself by being where it shouldn’t be while causing great annoyance to whomever and whatever it comes in contact with. 
        Well, my brother surmises that kidney stones not only exist inside the body, but outside of it as well. In fact he has given so much thought to it that he could present an entire seminar on how to identify, deal with and survive them. 
        It all boils down to the saying “Blessed are those who are pleasant to live with”.   Yes, I’m talking about people who make your life, and everyone else’s life, miserable. 
Let me begin by saying, he attributes his wisdom and understanding to years of observation, experience and in a few instances, revelations obtained while listening to the radio on his way to and from work.  After my sister and I inquired as to where he gained his knowledge, we exchanged stares of aggravation, knowing we had paid for years of therapy to obtain the same understanding.  (I guess “his Mama didn’t raise no fool” but then, we wonder what that makes us.) 
                Yes, some people are like the Kidney Stones of life ….you see them coming and your body and mind scramble to survival mode, fight or flight.  Flight usually wins as you do your best to avoid them.  They’re everywhere; at work, class and family reunions and yes, some of them even show up at church.
 I suppose it’s encouraging they come to church, but usually these people lack introspective ability.  They are (and I quote my brother) the “Junior Holy Spirits” who, unlike you and other church members, personally receive messages from God on how to run and organize the church and everyone in it.  They have been personally ‘touched by angels’, ordained by God and blessed with the discernment of the Holy Spirit to recognize the “slackers, sliders and degenerates” of the congregation.  It is their mission, and theirs alone, to beat others into submission and repentance. 
To avoid these stoney people at work, you can duck into a closet, crawl under a desk, or escape to the restroom to spend the next five minutes standing on the toilet seat in a locked stall.   But, if they see you first you’re out of luck and they follow you into your office to dump their negative energy and stories of their unpleasant toxic lives.  There’s nothing quite like the boss who spends his workday trying to create disharmony and dissention among his employees or the fellow worker who must divulge every detail of their previous night’s diarrhea episode.   
They “go through life sideways”, repeating the same mistakes and wondering why their life isn’t different.  It’s always about them.  They show up for gatherings, with the words ‘center of the universe’ stamped on their foreheads.   These people are the first to take offense to something someone said in a conversation on which they were eaves dropping.  Usually the conversation had nothing to do with them, but they assume it was about them because they believe nobody likes them.  They are quick to express they didn’t want to attend the gathering anyway, and after a display of drama laced with tears, anger and a few choice words, they stomp out leaving a wake of traumatized people in their path.
In my brother’s words, “In the annals of life there are those people who you see coming and you just want them to pass through as quickly and painlessly as possible.”



Monday, February 25, 2013


“There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must d...well in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.”
― L.M. Montgomery, The Story Girl

Wednesday, February 20, 2013



A McRib by any other name is WHAT?

  When McDonald’s first introduced this well marketed sandwich in 1981 it appeared to be some form of a boneless slab of barbequed pork and any American “worth his salt” loves barbeque.  My husband hears those two words “barbequed ribs” and he literally dives into the pit emerging with sauce dripping from his mouth, hands and elbows.  Forget the napkins, it’s finger, hand and wrist lickin’ good.  Heaven forbid you’d waste one drop by using a napkin for any excess.  It’s like time traveling to attend a primal-man luncheon.  The entire visual experience is, in my opinion, nauseating and revolting.

Since the first time I lifted the rather weighty, compressed sandwich to my lips I would describe the McRib as nauseating and revolting. Another disgusting fast food item, ranked right up there with greasy french fries that titillates the taste buds like cardboard. I’d rather eat orange crayons or suck on a piece of coal. I became a connoisseur of both as a child, a true story gladly verified by my siblings. Some may be offended by my opinion. My own mother loved the sandwich, but I surmise what really appealed to her was the experience of getting out of the house and having company while she ate.

        I sensed something “just not right” about it, rather akin to attempting to eat those make-believe plastic food pieces.

   As it turns out the McRib is a “Restructured Meat Product".  According to a Chicago magazine, citing a 1995 article by Mandigo, a University of Nebraska professor, who developed the product, it is described:

“Restructured meat products are commonly manufactured by using lower-valued meat trimmings reduced in size by comminution (flaking, chunking, grinding, chopping or slicing). The comminuted meat mixture is mixed with salt and water to extract salt-soluble proteins. These extracted proteins are critical to produce a “glue” which binds muscle pieces together. These muscle pieces may then be reformed to produce a “meat log” of specific form or shape.“

Still hungry?  There are a lot of restructured meat products out there: Hot Dogs, sausages, Chicken McNuggets just to mention a few.  According to McDonalds’ box labeling, the McRib sandwich consists of just five basic components – a pork patty and BBQ sauce with pickle slices, onions and a sesame bun.

Read between the lines:

A closer examination of McDonald’s own list of ingredients reveals that the sandwich contains a total of 70 ingredients, including :

·         Ammonium sulfate- (Ammonium sulfate is used most commonly as an artificial fertilizer , the production of printed circuit boards, and  plays an important role in developing vaccines. Ammonium sulfate is potentially dangerous to both people and the environment and should not be consumed in large quanity.)

·         Polysorbate 80 (It is used primarily as an emulsifier in food products, cosmetics, vitamins, medicines, and vaccines.  Injection of the chemical into the body, and a study in 1993 showed that its injection into baby female rats resulted in malformed reproductive organs. Years later, reports of this study caused many to question if this compound was safe when used in flu vaccines for the H1N1 virus. The chemical has also been linked to anaphylactic shock.)

·         Azodicarbonamide ( A flour-bleaching component that is often used to produce foamed plastics [think gym mats and the soles of shoes]. It is banned in Europe and Australia as a food additive.)

Think about that for a second: When you eat a McRib, you’re eating the same chemical ingredients and compounds in those disgusting yoga mats at the gym.

In our youth while camping or picnicing and an insect lit on our food it was met with our disgust.  My Dad would laugh and say “If you eat it, it’s not going to hurt you. It’s just a little extra protein.” Never thought I’d say it but “No thank you, McDonalds. I prefer the bugs!”.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


“I’ve turned into a klutz.  My balance is bad, half the time I can’t hear and my vision is going.  The other day my husband said something to me and I totally misheard what he said.  What’s wrong with me?”  Those were my sister’s words during our recent phone conversation.  It was her delivery that left me laughing, a mixture of aggravation and disbelief rolled with her words upon the reoccurring realization that our youthfulness has packed up and left the country.  It’s a bitter pill to swallow.  My Dad tried to warn us. “This getting old isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, but what’s the alternative.” he’d always say. 

        Not only has our youth departed, but everything else seems to be moving south, and not just for the winter either.  I walk by a store window and wonder who that frumpy middle aged woman is who seems to accompany me everywhere I go. 

Overweight, overwrought and unrecognizable to old friends and acquaintances, I’ve been mistaken for a home health care nurse and repeatedly asked “now who are you?” by friends I’ve known since grade school.  Needless to say, I have since given up white pants and sworn off class reunions. 

I vote that my sisters and I go for an extreme makeover.   Perhaps the ticket is a little Botox, collagen, plastic surgery and porcelain caps to correct all the imperfections and we could star on our own “housewives” reality show.  There’s nothing like looking like a bee stung, expressionless wannabe who drips in diamonds, pearls and designer attire while suffering through a wine and cheese tasting party with people you can’t bear. 

We may as well face the truth.  It would take a lot of tugging, pulling, stapling and stitching to return some of us middle-aged women to our former glory. 

 

For all of my life I remember the castle that stood in the heart of the town!