The Wal Mart dilema.......

I found myself in Wal Mart tonite. My moral side wants to totally boycott that place. Their labor practices are sub human and I hate everything they stand for.
However, I got some laundry soap and a bottle of Fabreeze for a fraction of the price I pay elsewhere.
I only go in there when I am with my friend who shops there; I normally avoid it to hold on to my moral ground.
There stuff is just dirt cheap! I guess they can afford to have low prices since they don't pay for health insurance or a decent wage for their employees.
Why do I only hold onto my moral ground unless I can get something for dirt cheap?
Am I a fraud? a bad person? or just someone who can't afford to pay high prices for household stuff? Either way, I feel dirty.
jb

The simple things...........

I got an actual card in the mail today! A friend from camp who lives in Maryland, sent me a nice card and actually handwrote inside it. She just wrote to say hi, how is life after camp etc. I love that she did that. It is so much nicer than e-mail or a text message.
It kinda made my day.
To me, it means someone thought enough to actually find a card, and then find a pen, and then find some things to say to me.
I miss stuff like that. Alot of things are getting lost along the way of our new found modern world. Noone writes letters, noone picks flowers and leaves them on the neighbors porch, and I don't know anyone who still makes soap.
I don't much care for the way we do things anymore. I miss the simple things.
A walk to Dairy Queen to eat ice cream on the red tables can make my day. These are the things memories are made of. I don't think anyone will ever look back and say, "oh, I remember that lovely text message my Grandma sent me"
We have to participate in life, not just report it.
jb

What's cooking?

I am addicted to the Food Network. I am not sure why, but I can't stop watching.
I don't cook, so it's not like I'm after great recipes or cooking tips.
My favorite segment is the Throwdown with Bobby Flay. I just love that guy and the way he takes to the road and challenges local people to a "throwdown". It's great!
I also find myself on the edge of my couch during those ice scuplture contests. My heart is racing and I'm yelling "hurry, you only have 20 more seconds!" And the Iron Chef, well that takes stress to a whole new level.
I even cried once when this lady from the midwest won the "best chicken recipe" contest. I was so happy for her.
I have learned all kinds of things about food all over the United States. If I find myself in NYC and want the hot dog Julia Child pronounced as the "best hot dog in the world", I know where to go and I have learned you can travel and have three meals a day for 40 bucks.
I have seen every candy factory there is, and have learned the many uses of Tofu.
I will utilize none of this information, but I still can't stop watching. I just don't understand the appeal, but I have stopped questioning it.
Right now, I gotta go, my grilled cheese sandwich is burning..........
jb

Bring back Walter!!

I really want to write a nice blog about camp, but I just can't. There are no words that can bring the experience to life for anyone. It's the oddest thing. I try to tell people about it and it just does not transfer. I guess that is the magic that is Camp Starlight. One must participate to fully understand.

So, this leads me to topic number two on my mind today; I do not think I like Katie Couric as the evening news reporter.
She just looked out of place to me. I need a gruffy looking old man reporting the hard news to me. It will be interesting to see if she can pull it off.
I miss Walter Cronkite.

jb