You may have been asking yourself where I’ve been lately, lol. It’s been quite a hectic last couple of months! I published my second book “Booyah! Spirit: 52 Ingredients For a Healthy Soul. Suffering Is Optional” which I might add would make an excellent holiday gift for anyone! It’s all about nourishing the soul. I have also opened the online Zen Store.
I carted both of my daughters off to college. One not too far, and one out of state, I posted about that here in Letting Go, Trusting our Children. The Zen blog is going strong as is that Facebook page… you should come over and hang out awhile!
I also started a new project called LoveRally. It’s a simple “people helping people” site.
So… yes I’m still here, lol. I’m just branching out like crazy! I have been working on something at home that I can post about here on Ma Vie Folle…. *sigh*…. I’m working on teaching my 17 year old son how to determine when food is not suitable to eat. What is it with teenage boys that want to devour everything and not once check for an expiration date?
What seems like a no-brainer for most adults (well, women...) there are certain rituals we might perform before eating something from the fridge. Like the smell and touch of lunch meat. Of course FIRST we check the package for when it was purchased… but then we might smell it. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve seen this kid eating a sandwich and I go to the fridge knowing he’s eating lunchmeat… and I check the package. Blatantly obvious that it’s past it’s prime… there he is wolfing it down.
Sometimes there are so many things in the fridge and I don’t always have time to weed the old stuff out. Thankfully he’s never eaten anything with mold on it (well, I would hope anyhow, God, who knows!) but just last week he was eating 8 day old cheesy potatoes from a long-since-passed-party. YUCK. I looked at his plate and asked, “What are you eating?” “Cheesy potatoes!”, he says shoveling a big spoonful in his piehole. I jumped up for a look and said, “Alan, those are old! “ He said they looked fine to him. I told him if his stomach hurt that night… it was from eating old food. I then went to dump the remaining potatoes in the trash. They were already getting watery! Him and his stomach of steel were fine.
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My husband eats things I would never eat. Think he would know better by now.
Also I got the tea set I won from you this weekend. I love it. The tea is delicious and the tea container is great.
life happens and sounds like a lot of good stuff is happening in your life as well…i am excited for your new projects…and eww on the fridge….i always look…lol
Boys just need to feed the furnace. They don’t even think about it.
Congrats on the second book, Sheila! I can relate to the topic about discussing eating foods that have not gone past their prime to your son – I have two boys. Boys are gross in every regard. Wonderful, kind and loving but absolutely gross!
Congrats on the book!
Meanwhile I’m actually the more daring of the food eaters in our house. My husband thinks food goes bad the moment it hits the expiration date and I’ll let it go a little longer, but I draw the line at slimy lunchmeat. Blech.