Thursday, May 01, 2008

Feeling Kind of Crunchy

If you know me, you probably have heard me use the word crunchy. You know. Crunchy. Like Granola. And the people who eat it. Crunchy. Like Birkenstocks with tye dyed socks. And the people who wear them. Crunchy. Like carrots. And the people who eat them exclusively. I have nothing against the crunchy segment of society, quite the opposite. I just have never considered myself to be crunchy. I'm more of a chewy person I think. But lately I'm not so sure.

Recently, I bought these. They are reusable grocery sacks, which everyone has jumped on that bandwagon but these are better for me because they fit into my purse and now when I check out at the store I don't have to say Dang! I left my shopping bags in the car! I can just reach in my purse and pull them out. A tiny bit of crunchiness in my purse. I highly recommend them. They hold a lot and they are so colorful that Max said he will never go shopping with me again.

Also, I asked a co-worker today who takes the same route to work if she would be interested in carpooling. Me. Carpooling. I will let you all digest that for a moment. OK, moment over. Part of it is a response to the high gas prices, but another part of me just wants to do their part for the environment. This is the same person who said I don't give a shit about the landfills, I'm using Pampers not cloth diapers. So this whole carpool thing is a suspiciously crunchy turn of events.

AND! I have started taking vitamins. Except I keep forgetting to take them and I remember when I use the bathroom at work and my pee isn't a neon color. So I got the brilliant idea of buying a bottle of vitamins to keep at work. This led me to go to Super Supplements today on my lunch hour. That is an extremely crunchy store!

I do not know what has gotten into me. And I don't know what other crunchy escapades I will be having, but I am drawing the line at listening to the Grateful Dead. (Although I do have tye dye socks.) And I also will not be buying vegetarian cat food for my cats. They will just go outside and eat a small animal, which defeats the whole purpose. And you will never find me anywhere near a bottle of that stinky supercrunchy patchouli. But I'm open to other things, like growing more of my own food and learning how to can fruits and veggies. Last year I grew tomatoes, I wonder, does squash grow well up here? What about corn? I think I might like to tear out some of my lawn and put in a mini cornfield. I feel myself becoming less chewy by the minute! I think that might be a good thing.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hi Karla,
I love that you are venturing into Crunchyland.
I can see you making home made "pisto" (nod to our loving brother and dog)to put on your home-grown tomatoes while wearing your birkenstocks (don't knock 'em til you try 'em) and tie-dyed socks, dancing or whatever those Deadheads did for hours to the Grateful Dead! What year is this again 1968?
Love your sister

Anonymous said...

Hi Karla, I love that you are venturing into crunchyland.
I can see you making home made "pisto" (nod to our loving brother and dog)to put on your home-grown tomatoes while wearing your birkenstocks (don't knock 'em til you try 'em) and tie-dyed socks, dancing or what ever those Deadheads did for hours to the Grateful Dead! What year is this again 1968?
Love your sister

Sara said...

You want to hear crunchy? I made bread today. Like, real live using yeast and waiting for it to rise and everything bread. It feels so wrong, but... I was out of bread and wanted some.

*trips over recycling*
*takes vitamin*
*finally unpacks dufflebag from public transportation-filled vacation, including bringing along a Fred Meyer bag to use at Trader Joes*

Oh but I'm awash in disposable diapers. So maybe it all evens out, right?