Coming Out Of The Shadows… or Why I Love Bottled Water

Written by drew on April 24th, 2010

This morning I was reading the news and saw another article about someone trying to ban bottled water. I’ve had a discussion about this at church with a friend who is very ‘eco’ and wants to do the right thing by the environment. She told me about how many bottles were ending up in landfills and how much oil plastic takes to produce. Then she told me that at church functions they would no longer be buying bottled water, and that I would survive with good old tap water. What’s interesting is that I didn’t get the same degree of cooperation when I suggested that at these same church functions they replace the Starbucks coffee with Folgers, or the Diet Coke with Winn Dixie brand cola. “Drew, stop being unreasonable!” I’m the planet killer and just need to start enjoying tap water. But I’ve hated tap water all my life, and am not about to start loving it now.

When I was in high school I lived in the country. We had a deep well and our water was great. No chlorine, no sulfur, just water. It was hard water, and didn’t suds up much, but the taste was great. But my school was in town, and after running a few miles in P.E., we’d have to drink from the fountain of municipality treated, chlorinated tap water. Yes, it was cold and wet, but so is a dog after standing in the rain. Some kids would buy soda from the Coke machine, and my friends and I had a dream. This was 1988, and all we could hope for, besides the fall of the Berlin wall, was that Coke would put filtered, purified water into a Coke machine. We would even pay the same price as soda, even though water was cheaper. Just give us clean, good tasting water without all the fluoride and chlorine that the city added.

In the 1990’s, it happened. You could find bottles of water in soda machines across the country. After years of hearing our parents tell us to drink less soda, now we could. Water consumption was up and life was good. But now we’re the ones killing the planet. Never mind that soda comes in those same bottles, its those water drinkers who are clogging up the landfills.

It’s so hypocritical. My thing is fine, your thing is bad. “Bottled water is just tap water!” No, that’s incorrect. It’s FILTERED tap water. I can’t carry a Brita with me all the time. I’d like to be able to get a glass of water without having to wait for it to percolate through a filter. Just like Coke tastes different from Chek, and Starbucks tastes different from Folgers Crystals, filtered, ozonated, purified water tastes different from what’s coming out of the tap. “But your bottles are killing marine life and clogging up landfills!” Yeah, well so are Coke bottles. Put a recycle bin nearby. Charge a deposit. There are all sorts of proven ways to encourage/strongarm recycling without a ban. “Water has a serious carbon footprint! You’re trucking water around when you have it right here in a tap.” Yes, and your coffee gets shipped from mountains in foreign countries thousands of miles, and my bottle of water comes from our neighbors the next county over.

I’ve been really surprised how self-righteous the water haters have become. It’s not a beer, it doesn’t have any high fructose corn syrup, it’s renewable, what more could you want? I’m not going to be dismissed or ridiculed any more. I’m proud to say it. I love bottled water.

 

When People Don’t Read Our Blog…

Written by drew on April 23rd, 2010
Garfield from April 23, 2010

Garfield from April 23, 2010

We’ll try not to succumb to this…

 

Craftiness

Written by jamie on April 22nd, 2010

I spent a leisurely morning at my favorite coffee shop this morning, sipping on a Sumatran coffee with a little too much cream and journaling. At the table right next to me sat the knitting club. I remember them from when I worked there. Every Thursday morning they would walk in, handbags filled with yarn, and pull chairs around a table. They would sit for hours with their close-knit group (haha! Sorry… bad pun) and sip on their nonfat lattes and laugh together. I loved to watch them. Something about women gathering together for a single purpose and growing closer makes me smile.

This morning, I found that I watched with a bit of jealousy. I watched them ooh and aah over their finished products. They passed cute knit purses back and forth, and one carefully folded up a beautiful purple shawl with sparklies on it. I watched and thought, “I wish I knew how to knit.”

It’s not the first time I’ve thought that. I wish I was more crafty. I read some of the other blogs that float around in cyberspace, and so many of the women’s blogs revolve around homeschooling their precious children, keeping their beautiful trendy home looking that way, and somehow squeezing in time to create these beautiful handmade projects. Somedays I want to be that woman. Drew is probably glad I’m not, cause probably all I would figure out how to knit would be scarves. I don’t think he’d be too excited to wear the 274 scarves I’d create.

Often many of these great ideas float into my head of things I could learn to do. Knitting and crocheting, sewing, gardening… and then I realize that I don’t have time in my day for all these activities. I work two jobs, and barely get home in time to get a load of laundry done. The last thing I need is four different unfinished projects sitting in the corner, staring at me and making me feel like a failure.  I don’t want to be like one of those people on Clean House who has 14 different hobbies crammed into an already cluttered room, and when asked the last time they pursued said hobby, they reply, “Oh, maybe three years ago, but next Tuesday is the day I pick it back up!” I have current interests that I need to pursue more, like photography and writing and songwriting, rather than trying to pick up new ones.

These desires to be crafty are tied in closely to my desire to be the perfect housewife. Before I was married, I had visions of being the Better Homes and Gardens type wife. Clean house with sparkling bathrooms and kitchen, creative meals planned for each evening, and fun projects nearing completion sitting atop the sewing machine. Now, in my head I knew this wasn’t the reality awaiting me, but there was a glimmer inside that could still hope. Luckily, this is not the expectation of my husband. He is not expecting Martha Stewart, and is more than happy to pitch in with housework. That takes away the pressure, but sometimes the desire remains.

Will I never learn to knit? I wouldn’t say that. I hope someday to learn, but it probably won’t be in this current season. I am curious and like to learn new things, so someday I might pursue it. But for now, I will try to be content in the projects that currently await me, like boxes of photos waiting to be scrap-booked, and blogs awaiting creation.

 

Unpacking

Written by jamie on April 21st, 2010

Every time I open my garage door, I am greeted by a pile of boxes. I have been in my new home almost four months now, and although much has been unpacked, much still has to be done. Rather than being a big girl and dealing with them, one at a time, I continue shutting the door and being in denial that they are there. I don’t have the time, patience, or places to put things. So they sit. And sit.

I did unpack a box a month or so ago. I pulled out pictures, an empty album that needs to be filled, a few trinkets and knick-knacks. I reveled in my success of an empty box, then I stared at the things scattered on the floor around me. Where the heck do I put it all? The temptation to throw it all back in the box crossed my mind. Most of the items were placed in a temporary place, until I can find permanent homes for it all.

I have emotional boxes that need to be unpacked as well. Just like those U-Haul boxes stuffed with books and random household objects, I just close the door and pretend it’s not there. Why does worry and stress consume much of my life? Why am I feeling so sensitive and angry about some trivial thing? Just close the lid, because it’s easier than unpacking it and dealing with it.

But I know better. I have healthier ways to deal with things. Denial is a good coping mechanism for awhile, but eventually the issue comes back to bite you in the butt. Because I know this, I try to muster up the strength to deal with the issue at hand. Here are the “unpacking” techniques I have learned work well for me.

1. Journaling. I think better on paper. Some people can talk all day and express themselves well off the top of their head. I can’t do that so well. Things sort themselves out when they’re in some sort of logical order on paper. Or even when they’re still a big jumble of words that I don’t know what to do with. It’s a first step for me to admit that there is something icky that needs to be worked out.

2. Talking. Although I don’t express myself well off the cuff, I have learned that sharing my struggles with others is a big help. Even if my words make no sense and I feel totally silly for sharing them, it helps. If I have a kind, compassionate audience who is willing to listen without interruption, sometimes the sheer act of sharing the struggle is enough to loose the grip of it’s power.

3. Prayer. It’s something I don’t use often enough. I know I’m not powerful enough to deal with all the crap that goes on in my brain. It’s overwhelming. But I have a God who is more than willing to help me, if I would simply ask. I know He won’t take the struggle away, but He will give me strength to get through it.

I will continue to deal with my boxes, emotional or tangible. Perhaps the physical act of unpacking my tangible boxes will give me strength to unpack the emotional boxes as well.