Being Green: A Primer

Ok, so "being green" is very dear to my heart, and I'm an aspiring vegetarian. So what does that all mean? I could write volumes, but briefly what it means to me is trying to be a better steward of this wonderful Earth we live upon, as well as trying to do the best by my own physical form. The "Green" lifestyle is not only about health, it's also about ethics. So, instead of reinventing the wheel, I thought I'd simply share those resources that have been helpful to me in forming my views on this lifestyle, as well as places you can shop green that I like! Have fun shopping and enjoy being green!

RIP Gator, September 1995 - 27 November 2010

Dear Gator,                                                         28 November 2010

I remember the first day you came to live with me in Florida. Shauna brought you in, in a cardboard box and you hadn’t eaten all day. You were yelling your tiny little head off, and rightly so. You were so hungry. We went to the store and bought you a bottle and some formula and fed you as fast as we could. Then that night you slept in my hair because you were too small to sleep anywhere else. I made you a little “house” in a shoe box and worried about you when I left. You were so tiny and sweet.

To Little Boy, My Eldest Cat

Little Boy, Yoda-style, My Wise, Little Old Man

Jade jewels adorn your ermine face;

Soft murmurings that you joyf’ly make.

You lithely dance on agile feet;

Up-curled to nap in sunlight’s heat.

So stoic you gaze through windowsill

To ponder all life’s mysteries – still.

Solace to me you often give

When lonely, life has been to live.

With Love from Your mommy,

RIP Little Boy

June 1992 to February 1, 2010

A Muskrat Menace

So, it was 3:00am on Saturday night. I was sitting up late with my mom playing video games. Well, I was playing and she was buying stuff online as usual, I think. Out of the blue, mom decided that she wanted to feed the stray cats outside. My mom is a night owl, so don’t ask me why she gets wild hairs like these in the middle of the night. All I know is that by 3:00am, I’m half delirious from lack of sleep. Anyways, she got up to go out into the backyard and as she opened the back door, all of a sudden, she started screaming her head off saying, "It got in! It’s big, and it got in!" For all I knew it was an axe-murderer or something, so I jumped up and raced into the kitchen to see what she was yelling about. That’s when I saw it. It was black, as big as my cats, and it was running as fast as lightening into the dining room. I thought, "Holy crap! What in the world did mom just let into the house? Was it some kind of nuclear-sized rat or what?"

A Menacing Muskrat