My other half and I have been lacking a bit in the sack recently. We were trying to figure out why. He’d been doing some research on the matter because it became a problem for us. He suggested we talk candidly. Since it was only me that wasn’t getting my fill I thought it originally was his technique. He came up with a few ideas to spice it up one of them being an open relationship, or becoming swingers, the other was getting a third-party in who can show him a thing or two.
Cheap and healthy don’t often fall in the same sentence.
Many people believe it isn’t possible to achieve cheap healthy eats, but it’s all about shopping smart.
I’m lucky, I live in a semi-rural suburb on the outskirts of the metro area, we have little growers markets popping up everywhere. This is where you get the cheap healthy foods, growers markets and farmers markets, not your local supermarket. The local supermarket wants to make the biggest profit possible. They buy the cheapest product available (and rip the farmers off in the meantime) and then charge you at least one and a half times cost price to take it off their shelves, and we are happy to pay for it. Why? Because it’s convenient. Continue reading “Cheap Healthy Eats”
I used to think that if there was no such thing as money, all the world’s problems would be fixed. I now look back and think that was a very naive ideal. Greed is the root of all evil, not just money. Let us think way back when there was no such thing as currency. When everyone would trade with one another.
“Winter is coming, and you don’t appear to have anything warm to wear, I’ll give you my hand woven Llama wool blanket, wool jacket and these handmade leather shoes if you give me one of your many young nanny goats. I shall use her milk to feed my family for years to come”.
It seems like a fair trade right? The Clothes trader can always make more clothes for himself with his Llama’s wool, and the goat trader can always breed more goats for himself. The goat trader still has the option to use one of his other nanny goats for milk to feed his own family for years to come. Continue reading “Greed: The Root of all Evil?”
I refer back to a conversation I had this morning with a friend of mine, she’s going to send her step son back to his birth mother and family because they say they have a job for him. It was one of the most difficult decisions she could ever make, but her step son has been out of school for about a year and has been actively seeking work with no hits, so when she found out there was a job available for him on the other side of the country, she was inclined to send him there so he could start making his own way.
She’s always had to make the hard decisions, has always believed that she is not raising children but raising “new adults” her hubby is not very good at making any of the hard decisions, so she’s constantly the bad guy. She cares maybe a little too much about what everyone else thinks of her, and has always tried to please everyone. She knows that her step sons birth mum will take credit for everything wanted about her son, and will blame my friend on everything unwanted. Continue reading “How Can you Overcome Low Self Esteem”
Hi there Ali here,
So I woke up this morning at 5am so I can say goodbye to my other half and let all the animals in. and out, and then I go back to bed to sleep for an hour. I’m not sure why I always do this, but that’s what I do. So I’m up again at 6am, my Dog is jumping all over me now trying to get me up, my cats are all complaining because they want to get fed.
I get up to feed my animals, feed the fish and then have my shower. After my shower, I get my breakfast ready, and while I’m eating breakfast, the meat portion I’ll be eating for lunch is happily cooking away in the frying pan on low heat. After breakfast I check my meat, prepare the salad I’ll be eating with it, check it again, bang it all in a container including my snacks (which usually consists of an apple, a Muesli bar and some nuts) and I prepare my coffee.
While drinking my coffee I’ve put the dog outside, locked all the doors, and packed my gym stuff so I’m ready to walk out the door by 7.20am at the latest. At which time I’ll message my friend to find out how she’s doing. Continue reading “Lifestyle: An Average day”