To say you are a picky eater is an understatement. Plus, like me, you have negative reactions to consuming dairy, so I am so happy to see you less dependent on milk for your food throughout the day. Even just since graduating from formula, your skin is looking much better.
Ah, finally- you are munching on food you have to chew.
As you can imagine, with you being born to a vegan father, I am eager to teach you from a very young age, how to get your proteins and fats from plants, like I do; as opposed to believing that protein and fat from animals is necessary in order to healthy, like our government teaches and like most people believe.
So when Mommy introduced you to avocado toast (bread, avocado, vegan butter, salt, pepper), and you actually loved it, I was in my glory. It’s quite typical on Saturday mornings for Mommy and me to have that for breakfast. Sort of on a whim, Mommy steered the avocado toast to your mouth, in the off chance you would actually taste it and try it.
Apparently, you thought it looked similar to the contents of all those organic fruit and veggie pouches we give you. Even though avocado tastes nothing like what you’re used to eating, you immediately went back for a second bite. And a third and a fourth…
Mommy actually had to make you a 2nd entire piece of vegan toast!
With your brother being a big fan of cheese, I know there’s no chance of me convincing him to convert from vegetarian to vegan until at least past his teenage years.
But as you, my dear daughter, I think I might just be able to corrupt you, I mean convince you of a life dependent on nuts and seeds for fat, instead of dairy.
I will keep trying to entice you…
In the meantime, I will make sure you have plenty of access to avocado toast!
There are certain milestones in one’s life that create a “before and after” point.
Like graduating high school. Graduating college. Getting married. Having your first kid.
By default, life can’t continue on the same way after each of those occurrences. To try to move on with the same mentality after an event such as any of those, well, it’s pretty much pointless.
We are forced to evolve throughout certain points in life. If not, we become irrelevant to society and to ourselves, in the new stage in life we have just entered.
It’s once we start becoming familiar with the new version of ourselves, after being forced to evolve, that it becomes easier to look back before that milestone and realize, “Wow, I was kind of an idiot back then. I didn’t know better at the time, but still, I feel sorry for anyone who knew that version of me. Oops!”
I have felt that way at many points throughout my 36 years on this planet.
But I must say, I have never been more aware of any milestone in my life so far, than the one I surpassed two years ago at the age of 34.
The milestone? No longer internally allowing anyone to offend me, insult me, or hurt my feelings. It was at age 34 that I realized it’s actually a personal choice whether or not I allow other people’s words to emotionally disrupt me. I lived the first 34 years of my life not realizing or embracing that truth.
Back in 2015, I was very aware of my particular age, as a study had just came out claiming that age 34 is the happiest age to be. And sure enough, I couldn’t argue with that:
My family had just moved into a brand new house in a cul-de-sac far away from the bustle of Nashville. My wife and I found out we would be having another child. Not to mention, our son was 4 years old; more independent and easy to parent him than ever before!
Plus, I had just gotten serious about legitimately becoming a YouTuber on the side; having been inspired by watching the documentary, Please Subscribe, which was on Netflix at the time.
As I taught myself how to build a following on my YouTube Channel, I soon realized how important it was to remain emotionally unaffected by people who watched my videos and harshly criticized me; from a destructive, not constructive, point of view.
I recognized how many of my viewers were strangers to the concept of emotional intelligence; which I had studied in my Human Resources course that I voluntarily had taken a few years prior.
My experience as a new YouTuber inspired me to make a video where I eventually challenged the entire free world to insult me. I bet you can already predict the results…
That’s right. No one was able to offend me or hurt my feelings.
Why?
Because I went into it knowing that it was my decision whether or not I gave control to another human being power or control over my emotions.
And that it was when it hit me like an M. Night Shyamalan twist ending:
If it is my decision whether or not I gave control to another human being power or control over my emotions for some kid who I don’t even know on the Internet, then I also have that same power and control for when the person who “offends” me is someone I actually do know; even someone who I know extremely well. That includes my wife!
My life has never been the same since. I am in control of my own life now.
No one, not anyone, has the ability to disrespect me, offend me, insult me, or hurt my feelings anymore; because I do not allow them to, from within. Because it is a personal choice to give them that authority.
It is a choice to not be a victim.
Just as we choose everyday whether our words and actions will either build up or break down another person, we also have the same responsibility to choose whether or not we allow ourselves to be hurt after another person chooses to use hurtful words against us.
It is a choice. But for most of us, for most of our lives, we just let the default happen.
We allow ourselves to become offended, especially by the people we are closest to in life.
Can you imagine how freeing of an experience that was for me to realize that?
Can you imagine how the quality of my life has dramatically improved in the past two years?
Granted, I’m probably a little more disconnected from the world now. But not in a bad way, I don’t think.
I don’t get angry or emotional about stuff anymore. Nor do I get involved or influenced by O.P.P. (That’s “other people’s problems”, by the way.)
These days, I just get to live my own life. So yeah, forget anything I said before I turned 34.
That guy didn’t know what he was talking about. Sorry about that.
But despite living in a bedroom community outside of Music City, I have pretty much not mentioned Nashville, Tennessee… until now.
Over the weekend, I made my way to Nashville’s Sunflower Vegetarian Café, which is fairly close to the I-65 exit, and fairly close to the Nashville Zoo. I have been craving a homemade garden burger (a vegan burger made of veggies, nuts, and/or nuts) ever since our family road tripped to Louisville last month but our schedule did not allow for it.
At last, I got my manly garden burger. For my side, I chose collard greens, and I am so glad I did!
Not only does Nashville’s Sunflower Vegetarian Café cater to my vegan needs, but they are very open and upfront about how their menu is friendly to anyone seeking food made without oils, gluten, or meat. They also have a children’s menu, as well.
So if you’re looking for a good vegan or vegetarian restaurant that also caters to anyone looking to avoid oils and gluten, but don’t want to drive into downtown Nashville to do so, I say just head over to Nashville’s Sunflower Vegetarian Café. The parking there is free and easy, too. Just drive behind the restaurant.
You will immediately feel welcomed and accepted just as you are. No one at Nashville’s Sunflower Vegetarian Café thinks you’re weird or sees you as a label on the fringe of society. You don’t have to explain the reason for your dietary choices. It’s a really great environment.
And obviously, the food is superb. I am very much looking forward to going back!
Hockey fans and players can describe with great enthusiasm the feelings they get when they hear the whoosh of skates on the ice, see the flashing red light of a goal scored, or the feel of a clean hit against the boards. What they won’t be as enthusiastic about, however, is the way hockey can smell from time to time. Over the course of a grueling hockey season, even the youngest players put a lot of blood, sweat and tears not only into their game, but also into their gear. Although that can be a formula for a winning season, it’s not so good for keeping hockey gear smelling its freshest. Even the sweet smell of success on the ice can be tainted by the stench of overripe equipment.
Pungent equipment is unpleasant enough by itself, but keeping players’ gear clean and properly maintained is important for other reasons. For example, keeping your gear clean helps prevent the spread of serious infections that can cause health problems. Smelly equipment can be a warning sign of something much worse, so keeping everything clean does more than help you smell better.
Hockey gear is high-performance equipment, and treating it like a common sweatshirt or pair of boxer shorts won’t be enough to prevent the stink of a long season from settling into it. Equipment managers for the pros have their tricks for keeping players’ gear free from hockey stench, but hockey parents don’t need professional experience to keep their teams’ hockey gear smelling like Game 1 even after Game 7. The following guide provides you with some tips for keeping your hockey gear clean and smelling better. Keep these tips in mind, and you’ll help ensure that the smell of your team’s gear won’t be one of the most memorable experiences of the game for the wrong reasons.
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Today, gather your kindergartner and their friends together for this fun number matching game.
Your little one will recognize numbers in no time at all!
What You Need:
Deck of playing cards
Up to 4 players
What You Do:
Ask one of the players to be the dealer. Have him give each player 4 cards.
Place the remaining cards face down in the center of the table.
Have the first player turn over the top card and set it face up to start a discard pile.
Have the other players look at their cards and if they have a matching card, they must also put it face up in the discard pile.
Continue playing until only one of the players has cards left, or the deck runs out. Alternatively, the first player to get rid of his cards can be declared the winner.
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