Fish Counts as Meat

So recently I was sent into another of my cycles of anger at people who calls themselves vegetarian or vegan yet still eat things like fish and shellfish. Hell, some 'vegetarians' eat chicken from time to time.
I'm not a big fan of labels. I've never really fit any typical labels and never tried to. (No, sarcastic prick does not count as a label.) And I really don't care what other people decide to label themselves if they so choose. If you to make a life decision and put a label on it, that's your call. I will however get miffed if you don't actually live up to that label. The only thing worse that giving yourself a label is giving yourself a label that you're not. Do you see me walking around telling people I'm half black?
Back to my earlier beef (pun intended), fish and shellfish count as meat. There is no moral difference between a tilapia filet and a filet mignon. They are both the muscle tissue of something that used to have a brain and feelings. If the only meat you can bring yourself to eat is clams and mussels I have no problem with that. You just can't call yourself a vegetarian.
This time I did give it real thought and softened my stance a bit. Turns out pretty much everyone does this at least occasionally. Raise your hand if you call yourself Catholic and actually follow every letter of the laws set by the bible and Pope. Anyone? Thought so. Not even priests can claim that they do this. However, without getting into a discussion regarding my stance on the Catholic church and their slowly changing bible interpretations, I will say that it is different to bend the laws of one's religion than the details that determine a semi-arbitrary label. There is no central dogma of being a vegetarian. It's not ethical or no vegetarians would wear leather and suede. It's not about responsibility to the planet, since they don't make any concessions for locally and responsibly raised livestock. And it's definitely not because meat is icky, as you can turn most 'vegetarians' back to the good side with just a couple strips of delicious thick-cut smoked bacon. Mmmm...bacon.
And now that I'm thinking of some delicious grass-fed pasture-raised ribeye steaks from my meat guy I need to go. It's pretty much impossible to put together an intelligent thought when all I can think about is grilling a locally raised cow.
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PEACE!

Friday Night Party!!

So here it is; Friday night! Time to rip it up! Unless your wife is a doctor and you own a furry wrecking ball of a dog. Then you have to stay home alone managing this 70lb monster while the wife pulls a 24-hour shift. Yes, your Friday nights take on a whole new meaning.
Funny thing is, I revert back to college Jarod as soon as Hayley leaves me home alone on a Friday/Saturday night. Almost. In college we'd be over at the 406 spiking beers (whole 'nother story), throwing parking cones into a ceiling fan, and probably roaming campus looking for couches we can rip apart and throw into trees. But since I didn't want to come home to a ruined house, I was home around 7:30pm to start entertaining the monster. If it wasn't for Tyler I'd still be out enjoying our post-work wobbly pops instead of home doing this. But that's when the downsides started.
Dinner tonight was essentially a child's dinner. I had a hot dog sandwich and tater tots. That means 3 kosher beef hot dogs, a handful of shredded sharp cheddar, 2 slices of bread, and a toaster oven tray of tots. Yeah, that'll seem like a great idea tomorrow morning. How old am I again?
I do get to enjoy some truly bad action movies that I otherwise wouldn't be able to watch in peace. Hayley requires silly things like plots and acting skills in her movies. I'm plenty happy with good special effects, car chases, fight scenes, and scantily clothed actresses. Tonight's selection was Death Race. A quality flick that even gave me a topic for a future blog. Puppy wasn't as much of a fan as all the explosions and gun fire seemed to interrupt his sleeping. It was 2 hours of everything I love and Hayley hates.
And now it's only 10:45pm and I'm running out of energy and bad TV to watch. It's a little disturbing how little watchable TV is on for a Friday night. You'd think there would be some reasonably garbage on right now. And you'd think I'd be able to put something a bit more interesting/coherent together. But I guess that's what happens you drink delicious craft beer while watching bad movies and wrestling with a now snoring loudly dog.
PEACE!!

Selling our House

So the process of selling our house is officially underway. 1 open house has been completed, we're listed on MLS as of last week, and our boy Phil Smith (Prudential Realty) is working his magic to get this thing sold.
I know it's clique-ic, but it's very true that your house never looks as good as it does right before you leave. In our case that's mostly due to laziness and scheduling. Hayley's schedule didn't leave her much time to paint and decorate and the like; my laziness did the same. I also don't really have the urge for decorating. I'm more of a fix-it and project guy. Painting rooms, hanging pictures, that's just not my thing. I personalize through things I build and the messes I make. And of course my TV rig and my butt-dent in the couch. Watching countless hours of college football and Cubs games teach you nothing if not how to properly set up your couch, tables, and remotes.
The other downside to selling is putting the glaring light on all of your house's flaws. What seem like quirks to you are issues that need fixing to someone else. The little patch of bad carpet in the landing from where I built that linen closet and moved the attic stairs? Hayley and I know exactly how awesome the new setup is and gladly overlook that spot. But not these strangers that are wandering around my house poking at everything. It's just another thing on their "this will have to get fixed" list. If they only knew what it used to be. Same with the yard. It's rough, I know it. But 4 years ago it was mostly crab grass with a touch of real grass mixed in. I've worked awfully hard to get it to where there is very little crab grass left.
But I'm not entirely sad about all these things. I'm proud of the jobs I did and I will miss finishing a few and not doing some others. But I'm glad to have had the experience. This being our first home I learned quite a bit. It's one thing to grow up helping your dad do all these projects. But once you're the big man with the tool belt and power saw it's a whole different ball game. Suddenly the phrase 'measure twice cut once' takes on a whole new meaning. Pads of graph paper left over from college once again have a use. The fine folks at Lowe's become your favorite people in the world. And the next time I get to do these things I'll be that much better at it.
Speaking of which, 1 big bummer is going back to renting for 3 years. While we initially wanted to buy in Philly, it's just not going to be cost effective. We'd have to close June 1st and hope the market doesn't drop just to break even. And then hope we like our new sight-unseen neighborhood. So no more ambitious house projects. No more randomly tearing things apart just because I can. And while we will still have a yard, it won't be as rewarding to spend all those hours working on it. I guess I'll just have to befriend people with homes I can work on when I'm bored.
In the interim, wish us luck in our selling efforts and our ability to find a nice house to rent in Philly. And of course keep your eyes and ears peeled for notice of our going-away party. Hayley will cry alot; I'll drink alot; all will be as it always was.
PEACE!