Walk this way

As I was walking back from class on sidewalks that should be cited by the city for not being cleared, I said to myself "Martha (that's what I call myself) Notice the walk you got going on. The winter walk that no one, at least in your memory, taught you. A walk that is more inherited and a result of environment then anything else. " Or so I think. I bet a two year old from California can't go slip sliding on the ice like a two year old from Wisconsin. Then again the WI kid probably learned by experience, once you fall on your ass a few times you learn quick. Then I thought about how to describe the winter walk. I find it more of a waddle then a walk because the feet are wider apart and the steps are shorter. You don't go taking long strides on a snowy path because that leads to unstable footing and falling. Plus I find the subconscious shift of hands in pockets to hands out of pocket when the going gets tough. Maybe that is more of a conscious thing. See the sidewalk is covered ahead, take hands out of pocket so you can flail them about if you start to slip. A balance thing.

Wow. I think I like to analyze things too much. And I don't really call myself Martha, I was channeling Erik from Boy Meets World. He calls himself Kyle.

I've also been thinking about going green. Or organic. But a few things stand in my way (mainly the money) Well no. That is pretty much the only thing standing in my way. I can't afford to buy organic lettuce for three times the amount of non organic. What got me thinking about this more was I was watching Jon and Kate Plus 8 and she's into organic stuff (and has a good name) and had some chick on who was all organicy and they were talking about cleaning products. Never really thought about those being all nasty. I don't know. I like the idea of organic and saving the world. I shut the water off while I brush because forever burned into my brain is a cartoon that was on Sesame Street when I was a wee lass of a kid brushing his teeth and he left the water on. In the pond outside the water level was dropping at a substantial rate, the poor fish was starting to suffer and so he whipped out his phone, called the kid and the kid shut the water off. Then the next time he brushed he didn't waste water and the fish was all happy doing flips and stuff.

Made me never wanna waste water ever again. I still yell at my mom when she leaves the water run in the kitchen to get it hot. Then she tells me to go to hell. No not really. I just tell her she doesn't need it on full bore to get it hot.

Mmhm. That whole antibiotics in milk freaks me a bit too. Poor old Bessy is getting run down because Farm Brown is milking her 18 hours a day so she gets injected with antibiotics to make her feel better, then that ends up in my cool glass of moo juice and makes me immune to said antibiotics. Or something like that. Either way, me no likey.

Enough with the organic crap.

and this post. I'm outtie like a belly button.

Peace my home slices!