11/16/09

Days of thanks--take three

Are you back for another dosage of thankfulness? Here it is!


(image from here)
I will forever be thankful for my MacBook. I've had it for three years now and it hasn't caused me a single problem (knock on wood!) nor has it ever frozen up on me! I love the fact that if I don't know something or I want to read up on a topic, all the information in the world is just a few clicks away. One purchase that I will never regret, thankfully.

I'm so thankful for the opportunity to get an education! As much as I grumble and trudge up the hill every day for my classes, I'm thankful for what going to school has done for my life. It's changed me in so many ways. I know that after May, I'm going to miss trekking across the quad and hearing Old Main chime. Sniff.
(image from here)


Yes, I'm thankful for soap. Yet another deadly weapon in the war against all illnesses! I'm even more thankful because I discovered a lady in Logan who makes the most delicious soaps. Thankfully, they're not made with any animal products (unlike the other ladies at the farmer's market who make theirs with goat's milk...ewww...) and they're local. AND--the maker just announced some new winter smells, including gingerbread, peppermint and christmas tree! The sad thing is, I went to buy some today and the shop that sells them was closed. If you want to check out her stuff, it's here.

But believe me, I will venture back down to the store to get my hands on that stuff! I've become uncommonly attached to it. :)
(I think that was my longest thanks ever--now you know how much I really love soap!)

11/12/09

Days of thanks--take two

Today, I'm thankful for:



Jiya Jale. Go ahead, watch it and try your dangdest not to get up and dance. Words can't express how much I've come to love this song, I love the beats and the melody. In fact, it's number four on my 50 most-played list on iTunes. Several songs on the soundtrack were written by the same composer who did the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack.
Bollywood music rocks.


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I'm SO thankful for Smith's Marketplace. Most days, I want to kiss the feet of the genius who brought this store into my town. I love this store because they have an amazing natural foods section where I get my tempeh, nutritional yeast and Vegenaise. In other words, the foods that make most members of my family cringe and say, "Ewww, Candice." But they're my staples, and I probably couldn't live without them. So thank you, Smith's Marketplace.




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When we got married, someone gave us a heating pad. I thought, "How nice," but wasn't quite sure when I would need to use it, if I ever did. I'm afraid I'm only confessing my full transition to being an old woman by posting this here, but have you ever put one of these things in your bed? If I'm ever cold at night, I whip this puppy out and stick it under my sheets. It's not a heating blanket, but it gets me toasty enough. Oh, how thankful I am for instant bliss!

11/10/09

Michelle Obama, texting and thanks

Apparently, I've unknowingly taken a one-month hiatus from blogging. Have you missed me?


I don't know where I've been, either. When I think back on what I've been doing in the past month, all I can think of is my couch and my computer (wait, did I just admit this?) Plunking out paper after paper after paper. And reading article after article...

You probably get my point. So many articles have come flying out of my MacBook that I'm just burned out of writing, leaving no hope for blogging. Next articles to be produced: Analysis of media coverage of first ladies and texting while driving.

I've been debating whether or not to do the "Days of Thanks" that I did last year, and I think that I probably should. So here goes, three things that I'm thankful for:
Oh buddy, I'm thankful for the possibility of buying a new couch one day. Two words to describe my current couch: D.I. special. Two words to describe my future couch: Working cushions. (Image from here)

Yes, broccoli. In retaliation of the swine flu vaccine (there's several reasons for this, one being that it is down-right impossible to find) I find myself being thankful for this humble, bushy vegetable. Is my immune system going to thank me and do me a favor? We'll see.
(Image from here)


(Dont they look like babies in this picture? Image from here)
So what if I'm ten years behind the trend? I'm thankful for Harry Potter. I decided to give the books a try after being a snob for many years, and I'm hooked. Or shall I say, someone has put the Imperius curse upon me. Must...read...Harry...Potter...Must...meet...Ron...Weasley...

10/13/09

Why I'm a Journalist

My mind only works past midnight.


At least that is what I've come to discover. I just finished a rough draft for an article for a class, and I blogging now because I know this is a time when I can get it done.

College has been a challenge for me. Not in a sense that it's been a lot of work...well...I take that back. It has been busy. But it is challenging at the same time, in a different sense.

Picking a major was like picking a favorite food. Next to impossible for me. I picked journalism because I liked to write and I liked the news. That's it. How was I to know what I wanted to do if I hadn't really experienced it?

So on I trudged. There were so many times when I would receive a writing assignment for an article and just groan. Interviewing people is not my strength. So why, you may ask, am I in journalism? Good question.

After finally getting up the guts to call someone to set up the interview, my stomach would just be churning. Ugh...do I have to do this? I would be so nervous that it would feel like I was being eaten alive. I never felt prepared and I felt like I was so bad at jotting down notes.

But this year has been an entirely different experience.

For an assignment in class, I was to think of someone who has done something amazing or unique and write an article about them. My mind instantly zoomed to a girl I know who had recently gone to Uganda. Exactly what for, I wasn't sure. But it sure was amazing to me that she had gone there.

I contacted her and set up an interview. We met for lunch and she told me her stories. Along with a group from the university, she went to teach Ugandans, specifically Ugandan women, about public health issues. She explained about the northern part of the country that had been ravaged by war, how many children were killed and how these women remained unbelievably strong.

She mentioned something called the Invisible Children. I, being the extreme novice that I am, did not adequately do my research about the country and I had no idea what she was talking about. Either that, or I had been living in a deep, dark closet all these years. Probably the latter.

There has been brutal civil war going on in Uganda and it is still going. A rebel guerilla group known as the Lord's Resistance Army and the Ugandan army continue to wage war, especially on the civilians. No one is safe, especially not the children. They must migrate into the cities to sleep safely at night, for fear of being abducted by the LRA and being forced to be either a killer or a sex slave.

And by children we're talking tens of thousands of children. Tens of thousands of children who are forced to wear guns and kill. Children.

My interviewee taught public health seminars in this area. What amazed her the most was how happy and strong the people were, even though they were going through a brutal civil war.

Had it not been for a documentary, these children would probably still be invisible, almost non-existent. No one really knew this was happening. Three Americans traveled over to Sudan, looking for a story. They ended up in northern Uganda and witnessed these Invisible Children, and they made sure their story was heard.

My interviewee also told of a young man who was their interpreter on the trip. One of his dreams was to come to the United States to study engineering, in the hopes that he could take what he learned back with him to help rebuild his country. He has found a sponsor in the U.S. who is going to pay for his schooling. As she told me this, I got goosebumps.

Being a journalist makes you realize how much you don't know. How much is going on outside your own little bubble, and in a very real way. It isn't a history book that is lectured to me while I slumber safely in my desk; it's a cold, hard slap across the face forcing me to wake up. Each time I interview someone, no matter what it is about, I leave humbled and opened to a different view of the world.

Every person has a story to tell, no matter how small or large. Every person is significant. My job is to somehow pluck out that single thread, and to weave a story from it.

So for now, I'll keep weaving.

To read a recent article of mine, click here.

9/17/09

Thoughts on a Thursday morning

-How do professional bloggers write every single day? I'm lucky if I can scratch out one measly post a week. Hmmph.


-Finding unexpected apple cider in the bottom of your fruit crisper is not a good thing. Take note: eat your apples or get better at cleaning your fridge.

-The Feminine Mystique scares me. I have to read parts of it for a class and when I do, I'm reminded that I am, in fact not a woman, but a chicken. Imagine that!

-I would rather write a paper than take a test any day. Plus, while I'm writing a paper I can always have a stack of snacks on hand. Good or bad thing?

-I wish I could tell the guy who keeps racing up and down my street on his bullet bike to just relax.

-Nothing's worse than having exceedingly good news to tell and not being able to tell it, yet.

-Mistaking your hair for a bug is surely a sign that you're losing your mind.

-Three more months to go...

-Copy editing, is indeed, the devil. It's and its, that and which...can I just scribble a Chinese character and call it quits?

-I have to write a make-believe law brief with two guys named Mr. Goodguy and Mr. Mouthpiece. ??

-After I spend almost two hours scrubbing my shower to death with my mom's special cleaner, she calls me two days later to inform me that I need "a lot of ventilation" when I clean with it. Kind of hard when you live in an apartment with basically no windows. No wonder I felt like such a crab at my niece's birthday party.

-Confession: I have a picture-less frame hanging on my wall. And it's been there awhile.

-Anyone else excited for Halloween?

9/10/09

Cheap Vegan Meals--Harvest Pasta

So...I've only posted one "Cheap Vegan Meal."


I'm such a slacker.

But I have a new one for you today! I made it up for dinner. I don't have any photos or prices to list for you, because I got most of the veggies from my garden. So my dinner was pretty much free. If you have tons of tomatoes, zucchinis, or other garden veggies hanging around you should whip this up. Pretty fast, easy and tasty, too.

Harvest Pasta

3 tablespoons olive oil
4-5 cloves of garlic, minced (seriously!)
2-3 medium sized zucchinis, chopped in half then sliced
20-25 cherry tomatoes, sliced in half or 3-4 normal tomatoes, chopped
1/2 teaspoon dried basil
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
1 can of corn (optional)
salt and pepper to taste
1/2 lb. angel hair pasta

Heat large saute pan to medium-high heat. At the same time, add enough water to a large stock pot to boil. In the saucepan, add oil, then sliced zucchinis. Let saute for about 2-3 minutes, then add garlic. Be careful not to let it burn. Let saute for about 5 more minutes. Add tomatoes, basil, oregano, salt and pepper. At this time, add angel hair pasta to boiling water and let cook until tender (angel hair cooks up pretty fast). Let saute for another 5 minutes, or until skin comes off tomatoes and they break down to form a thin sauce. Add drained can of corn (if you want to). Saute for another 3 minutes or until corn is heated through. Add drained, cooked pasta and toss to mix.

9/7/09

Without a Map

For Christmas one year, I asked for a pair of ice skates.


I had recently watched the Olympics and desperately wanted to be a figure skater. I wanted to be one so bad, that I would march down to a frozen patch of ice below my house and attempt to skate around on the layer of snow. So bad, that I would even skate up and down the road in front of my house when the snow would get packed down. I imagined myself doing double sow cows and triple lutzes with the likes of Kristi Yamaguchi.

Then there was the time, after watching a marathon of Cops with my family, that I wanted to be one myself. There seemed to be a bit of a discrepancy--there certainly wasn't a lot of female cops on Cops. Oh well, that didn't matter. I wanted to be a cop.

A few years later, I found myself drawn back to the Olympics, only this time I wanted to be a gymnast. I was green with envy over their back flips, their perfect splits and their sticky landings. I wanted to be one so bad that we even had a neighborhood Olympics with my best friends, complete with gold crayon-colored paper metals.

Then came the time when I actually had to decide what I wanted to do with myself. I remember clicking my way through the seemingly endless career tests. One said I needed to be a vet, another said that would do better in fields that involved the public. Yet, even after these "fortune telling" tests, I still didn't know.

I was always envious of the kids in school who knew exactly what they wanted to do with their college degree. I always seemed to get caught up in other things and so distracted. What was college, again?

I remember very clearly the night I decided that I wasn't going to USU anymore, but that I would try going to BYU-Idaho for a little while. I sat on the lone chair against the far wall in our living room, while my family hovered around giving advice. Cold, hard, reality-filled advice.

The simple truth was that I couldn't continue going to school at USU. I didn't have enough credits to be a resident of Utah and I couldn't pay their ridiculous asking price for out-of-state tuition.

"Just try BYU-Idaho for a little while. If you don't like it, you can always come back," my sister said.

So that was it. I was going to Rexburg.

After about 4 months, something kept pulling me back to Logan. For some reason or another, I just didn't feel like I should keep living in Rexburg. I got offered a transfer scholarship to come back to USU that I gladly accepted. Since I had gone to Rexburg and got decent grades, I guess that USU decided they would let me come back to their school for a reasonable price. Deciding to go to BYU-I helped me get back to Logan.

A few months later, I met Mark.

There have been so many times where I have been so lost, I would wish that someone would just tell me what to do. I would look at adults that I knew and think, "How did they get to where they are?" I'm so glad that my life doesn't have a map. All of my choices, seemingly small at the time, have slowly guided me to the direction where I am now. Now that I look back, my trail has been perfectly paved. I don't know where I'm going next or what decision I'm going to make tomorrow, but I can't wait to see where it's going to take me.

8/29/09

Life's Lessons: Learn to be an adult

When I was younger, adulthood seemed like a millennium away. Most adults scared me and I didn't understand them. They were serious, they were powerful. They told me not to do things that I wanted to do. I definitely didn't want to grow up and be one; well, maybe, so that I could drive a car. That's it.


Now I'm technically considered an adult. I really don't feel that much different than when I was younger, except that I actually make and owe money. For an introduction in a class this week, we had to get together with a partner and ask each other a survey. One question was, "When did you know you were an adult?"

I was dumbfounded. I had no idea, am I an adult? In my mind, there wasn't a defining moment for me, I just kept getting older. What is being an adult, anyway?

Today, as I logged on to check Twitter, I noticed a lady that I follow was being plagiarized. She is a well-known blogger and someone was copying bits and pieces of her work. This isn't the first time this has happened to her and it's definitely not new with famous bloggers. Back in April, it happened to cjane, who's blog I read quite frequently. (She talks about it here.) I, along with so many others, was outraged by the complete lack of honesty and the--how do I put it--nerviness of it all. Really, that's nervy.

But it gets worse. Last semester, I was talking the hardest class of my major. It was finals, and I had studied nonstop for this certain final for four days (over a weekend, mind you). Needless to say, I was on the edge. Literally. My grade was teeter-tottering between passing and not, and I knew that if I did well I could pass the class. Between questions, I looked up, trying to figure out the answer. The guy in front of me was looking at his neighbor's test.

I felt a surge of adrenaline. This guy was cheating. Okay, I thought. Maybe if he needs just one answer I'll let it go. So I answered a few more questions and looked up. He was still looking.

Have you ever had the feeling where you know you need to do something, but you don't want to? In the back of my mind voices began to whisper that if I told on him, I would sound like a tattletale. I felt like I was back in elementary school again. I didn't want to be the snitch and I didn't want to be put in this position. Would my professor be suspicious of me?

My thoughts raced, Wait a minute, this isn't fair! Everyone else in this class has studied so hard all semester, and here he was getting a free ride. I have to--do I? Do I? Should I tell the professor now? I waited until almost everyone was gone, walked up and handed my test in. Then I left.

Something stopped me in the hall. I couldn't keep going and let this guy get away with it. So I turned around and walked back into the classroom.

"Professor, I feel like I should tell you that someone was cheating on the test," I stammered. I was more nervous than ever. The look on her face made me squirm, almost like someone had died.

"Do you know for sure?"

"I think so. He kept looking on his neighbor's test." She asked if I knew who it was and I told her. She sincerely thanked me and promised to look into it. I never heard what happened with him.

Sometimes I wonder if there is ever such a thing as being an adult. The adults that I knew growing up certainly didn't cheat or plagiarize. Are we naïve to think that once someone is an adult, they'll act like one?

A common reaction to these stories has been, "What, are these people back in elementary school again?" I know that there are plenty of children who don't cheat. But there are a few who do and really learn their lesson. So why are people still doing it? Is our fear of failure that extreme? Probably.

Perhaps being an adult isn't something that comes with getting older, but rather with growing morals. Maybe the question on the survey should be, "When did you learn to be an adult?"

I'm afraid some people won't know the answer.

8/20/09

Updates!

I've got so many updates to share with you!


First things first, school starts on Monday. Am I sad? Yes. Well, kinda. I'm excited to go back and get it over with. Plus, part of me is just yearning to go back and be a good student. Of course, this ambition usually lasts a week, if I'm lucky. Last week I took a walk around campus at night by myself. It was such a good walk to just think about where I'm going with my life. As I walked around, I couldn't believe how pretty campus was and I know I'm going to miss it when I leave. Part of me regrets my college experience so far, that I've just been really passive about it all. I've really got to make the most of my last year and so I have no regrets.

Second update--I'm going to a concert tomorrow! Iron & Wine, one of my favorite musicians of all time, is coming to good ol' SLC for free. You'd better believe I'm excited. I'm sure there are going to be millions of people there, but it's going to be great. Here's one of my favorite songs by Sam Beam (the frontman and founder of Iron & Wine):


(Gotta love flamenco!)

Third update--I'm going to another concert in September! Another one of my favorite bands, Pearl Jam, is coming. I figured since I've pretty much loved them my whole life (started listening to their music when I was about 11) then I'd better go see them. They never swing by Salt Lake, so this is going to be their first concert there in 10 years. Luckily, I snagged tickets but they definitely aren't for free. But that's okay, because I'd pay to see Eddie Vedder any day!

Yet another update--I'm going back to Europe!! Things aren't set in stone yet, but we're planning on going back in March or May. My brother and my parents have always wanted to go over, so last weekend we sat down and talked about it and decided that we should make it happen. We've been talking about it for awhile now, but I always figured that since we were going to school then we wouldn't have enough money. Hopefully, if we get a good deal on tickets, then we would be able to save up. I can't tell you how excited I am! Not only because I'm going to Europe, but we're going to be going to Germany, where Mark served his mission. I can't wait to go with him and see all the places where he was. It'll be so much fun to see him get excited about seeing those places again.

Here's a rough itinerary of some places we want to go: Hamburg, Berlin, and Munich in Germany, Simrishamn in Sweden (where my great grandfather is from), and Bern in Switzerland (where another set of great grandparents came from). That's what we have so far. There's been talk of possibly visiting Prague.

Here's Simrishamn


Image from here

Man, this is going to be a good year.

8/8/09

Hel-lo!

Ladies, I would like to introduce you to one of my favorite blogs, Hel-looks.


Hel-looks is a street fashion blog. Liisa Jokinen and Sampo Karjalainen search the streets of Helsinki looking for some amazing fasion. And although I'm really not one to be obsessed with that stuff, I adore this blog. I could spend hours and hours pouring through the pictures, getting style ideas. What's amazing about the people on this blog is that their sense of style--albeit rather strange looking sometimes, fits them perfectly and doesn't look too overdone. At least I don't think so. Here's a few of my favorite people:


I love the combination of her jacket and scarf. Love the shorts with the suspenders, too.


I'm a fan of the jacket paired with the brown tunic. That with the tights makes it such a cute getup!

I love the color combos. This girl is only 15, can you imagine having this style at that age? My wardrobe at that age was tees and sweatshirts. Still is, mostly. Haha.

I think I love everything about this. The red tights, gray jacket and the scarf. How pretty.

This lady has some awesome pants. I love them, especially coupled with that hair and those sandals. Superb.

Again, another top not that looks amazing! Love the blouse, too.

7/30/09

Replacement

Well, we lost a member of our family on Tuesday.


That's right. Beloved Cleo, our Mercury Sable, found her way to the inevitable--the car graveyard. Here's what happened.

About a year and a half ago, Mark's old car broke down. So being the poor college kids that we are, we took a car that Mark's dad repossessed at his credit union. It was cheap and old, but it worked.

Pretty soon, we had to start pouring in money to get it to function properly. The speed sensor went out then it needed a costly tune-up. Then on Tuesday, we discovered that the heater was going out. (Good thing we discovered this during the summer instead of the winter!)

We were bummed. A friend of ours has a similar car and had the same thing happen. He said his was going to be around 800 bones to fix. Booo.

So at lunch on Tuesday, we were driving along talking about how we were going to fix the car and actually afford it. We were driving just west of the temple. We stopped at the four-way stop, then proceeded. As we drove down another block and were still chatting, I noticed a car coming up on the left on the street. It drove past the stop line on the road.

I yelled, "Mark, WATCH OUT!" Then bam, we were sent spinning and we came to a rest in the road. After we checked that each other was okay, we got out of the car and assessed the damage. It was bad. A lady came out of her apartment to ask if we were okay, and we were. So was the other driver. I asked her to call the police and she did, thankfully. (Where was my cell phone that day?)

We asked the driver if he was okay, and he said that he was. He mentioned something about hitting our car, in slurred speech. I don't think he was 100% there. Soon the cops came and asked him what happened.

"Well," he said in a slur, "I was drivin' up the street lookin' for the dentists office over thar and before I knew it this here car was in front of me."

After a few more questions, the policeman asked him if he was on prescription medications.

"NO! No, no," he said, as if it were the most offensive question he'd ever been asked. Yeah right, I thought. No one keeps driving through a stop sign and doesn't "see the car in front of you."

Soon after, they cleaned up the glass from the road and towed our poor cars away. I actually felt bad for the man, who had a 1978 Mercury Cougar. I think he had the car for awhile and was quite attached. Plus, it's kind of a cool car. It looked almost like this:


Look at that beastly thing! You'd better believe it took a toll on Cleo. Here's what she looks like:


Now the next step is to see how much the insurance will give us for our totaled car. We have our eyes on a 2003 Toyota Corolla. I hope that it'll still be available by the time everything goes through.

Man, car wrecks are a pain in the neck. Literally and figuratively.

7/12/09

Summer Shutdown

I would like to issue an apology for my blog being so boring lately. Well, then again, when is it ever exciting?


But I've been racking my brain trying to think of things to write about and getting the motivation to do it, and my thoughts are about as drab as ever. I call this "summer shutdown." There's just something about when the weather gets warmer, I get lazier--if that's even possible.

In the meantime, I think I'll go take a nap and sip some lemonade.

Oh! This is my 100th post! So here's some good news:

--I met with my counselor this past week and he informed me that I didn't have to retake my Stats class! I originally thought my grade was not considered passing, but he told me that I was all done with it. BEST NEWS OF MY LIFE. What really had me scared was the fact that I would have to take a stupid math test. USU has a rule where if it's been a year since the last passed math class that you took, you must take a "math placement exam" to place you back where you should be in math. So since I thought I didn't pass my Stats class, and it had been a year since I passed Math 1010, then I would have to take that ridiculous excuse for a test to place me where I should be, that meaning I could end up in Math 1010 or 0900. I would basically have to start math all over again. But THANK GOODNESS I'M DONE! (One gift I was never given was the gift of numbers. Even small fractions make my brain go haywire.)

--I also applied for graduation! I had 19 credits left to take, so instead of cramming them into one semester, I decided just go apply for a Spring graduation. I'm so excited.

--Mark has two years left! So by the time that I'm finished, he'll only have a year. Man, I'm excited. It seems like we've been students for an eternity.

--I'm actually kind of excited to go back to school this year. I feel like I really have the end in sight and I'm not really scared. After I graduate, I think I'm going to take a few computer programming classes at Bridgerland to freshen up my HTML, CSS, and Photoshop skills and to learn PHP and other types of programming. That's something I really like to do, and I hope to have a job where I can work from home.

Well that's it for now. Here's a photo that might make you smile. This is me, in the '60s!


Have you yearbooked yourself yet? Trust me, you'll be laughing for hours!

7/7/09

YELL AT YOUR FAT!


I've recently discovered the most wonderful podcast, YELL AT YOUR FAT!


I'm telling you, I love it. Although Wendy, the author, tends to get a little longwinded, I still like to listen to it. She encourages you to get motivated by the pounds that you have to lose, not get discouraged by them. I've heard it before, but there's something in the way that she delivers it that just makes it so motivating.

Sometimes, in the podcast, Wendy will yell at her own fat. Here's my favorite yell so far:

"FAT! I HATE YOU FAT! I hate how you sit on my legs and you make my legs rub together then I get a rash on my legs and then I can't walk! I hate how you jiggle all around, I hate how you make me go slow up the stairs! I hate how you make me pant really hard when I try to walk! I HATE YOU!"

Isn't that hilarious? The awesome part is that Wendy has said goodbye to a lot of her fat, 139 pounds, in fact. She gives tons of good tips and motivations that have worked for her. (See before and after photos here.)

Give it a listen. You'll be glad you did.

If you're reading this post thinking,"EEEK! I don't have an iPod, how am I supposed to listen to a podcast?" You can do it from your iTunes. Simply go to the iTunes store, search "Yell at Your Fat", click on the podcast icon, then from there you can double click each individual episode to listen straight from your computer without having to download. :)

6/25/09

Say hello to my little trainer




It burns. It burns real good.


6/18/09

A little more of Mork...

I've decided that this blog needs a little more of my sweets. 


So here he is! 

(Note: The people who gave the jersey to Mark asked him to take these pics so they could put it on their site. Don't worry, Mark doesn't wear it.)


Mark just won a free signed jersey from his favorite European "footballer" (ahem...soccer player) Rafael van der Vaart. What a lucky, lucky guy! 


He shoots--he scores! 

6/12/09

Veganism and the Gospel

I've been debating whether or not to post this article. This was something that I wrote for a magazine writing class last fall. I've been debating because I'm afraid it might rub off as too "in-your-face" or too pushy. Please keep in mind that my intention when I wrote this was merely to inform how my veganism fits in with the doctrine of my church, not necessarily a persuasive article. Nonetheless, if you read it, I hope you like it. If it seems a little familiar, I based it off a previous post about animals and the gospel. After writing that article, I decided that I wanted to go more in depth with the topic and do some research, so here's the result. 

Deciding to become vegetarian and eventually vegan was not easy. I had only met a few other vegetarians throughout my life, one of whom was a girlfriend of my brother's. I was little at the time, but I remember my bewildered family wondered what to give her for dinner. Growing up, I was sheltered when it came to other ways of eating and I never questioned what I ate on a daily basis.

But as I learned more about how animals are treated in this world, I couldn't go back to living that way again. Knowing I had to change my habits was an uncomfortable feeling. I couldn't keep going down the same path, because it would cause inner turmoil. At first, I went the route of vegetarian by cutting meat out of my diet. After a few months, I decided to become vegan, making the transition to remove all animal products from my daily meals. This transition was stressful because I felt disloyal and that I would somehow be alienated from my family and friends. Growing up in rural Idaho, veganism rubbed off on me as being taboo.

This was probably because my family's traditions are deeply rooted around animals. My mother grew up on a dairy farm and my father raises beef cattle. It is custom in my family to hunt and fish and most of our vacations are centered around fishing. Because I was raised this way, meat was a staple food in my house. It was something readily available.

While I was making this change and told people about my lifestyle choice, one argument I constantly heard was, "The purpose of animals are for us to use, Candice." I have always questioned this statement. I do not believe a certain animal was created only to give us their meat or milk. Yet, I had always learned that we had dominion over the animals and they were here for us "to use" because it supposedly says so in the scriptures. So if I don’t believe animals were only created for me to use, does that not make me a Christian? This question was eating away at me, so I started searching.

It was in my online searches for someone—anyone—who thought like I did that I found Christopher Foster, a philosophy instructor at BYU. Foster, a vegetarian, has compiled a PowerPoint lecture titled "Mormonism and Animal Rights—Harmony or Contradiction?" He has presented this at various locations across Utah, including Salt Lake Community College and Brigham Young University. His lecture is packed with quotations and scriptures stressing the need to end useless killing of animals. Foster believes we should "only eat them if we have need." He also states that it is against the basic ethical principle to cause suffering when the benefits do not outweigh the misery caused.  "The suffering caused by factory farming (where the vast majority of American meat comes from) is so extreme that the need required in order to balance that out must also be extreme—it would have to be necessary for our lives," says Foster.

The Word of Wisdom seems to agree with this. In Doctrine and Covenants chapter 89, we read in verse 12: "Yea, flesh also of beasts and of the fowls of the air, I, the Lord, have ordained for the use of man with thanksgiving; nevertheless they are to be used sparingly." Verse 13 expands on the word sparingly by stating: "And it is pleasing unto me that they should not be used, only in times of winter, or of cold, or famine."

Even though the Word of Wisdom states to eat it sparingly in times of winter or famine, do we really need to eat meat at all? Doctrine and Covenants 49:21 states: "And wo be unto man that sheddeth blood or that wasteth flesh and hath no need." Industrialization has provided many ways for us to obtain different varieties of foods, including a wide array of fruits and vegetables. As Foster points out in his presentation, "Today, we have ample vegetarian food available year round." There are plenty of alternative protein sources, such as beans, nuts, and seeds. We are blessed to have such an abundant food supply, especially in this country. We definitely don't live in a country of famine. 

According to a January 2008 article in The New York Times titled, "Rethinking the Meat Guzzler" by Mark Bittman, Americans, on average, consume nearly double the average of meat than the rest of the world. This is vital when taken into account that, according to the same piece, nearly 800 million people worldwide suffer from hunger or malnutrition. The majority of the world’s corn and soy are fed to chickens, pigs and cattle. In her book "Diet for a Small World," Frances Moore Lappe says, "For every 16 pounds of grain and soy fed to beef cattle in the United States we only get 1 pound back in meat on our plates." She then points out, "If we exclude dairy cows, the average ratio of all U.S. livestock is 7 pounds of grain and soy to produce 1 pound of edible food."  A similar number was found on the Environmental Health Perspectives website. A Research Review explains that it takes seven pounds and about 2,400 gallons of water to produce one pound of feedlot beef. When this feed is given to animals instead of people, it is taking away land, food and water that could have been helped to prevent starvation of these suffering people. For me, these statistics raise serious questions about whether we are optimizing what we have been given to better the lives of our fellow beings. Is our exploitation of these resources really justifiable? Do we really consider the damage we are doing to these creatures?

"Animals are like children in a sense that they are innocent and under our dominion," Foster said. "Everyone knows deep down that kindness to animals is necessary." He believes kindness to animals is spiritually, environmentally and ethically essential. "There are literally billions raised and killed in the most brutal ways for our appetite preferences and their suffering is as real as ours. We are hypocrites for ignoring them and thereby causing their misery," he says. We are clearly not showing compassion for animals by killing them when it isn’t necessary.

Many church leaders have expressed their feelings on this topic, basing their beliefs on the scriptures. One slide in Foster’s presentation includes this quote from Joseph Fielding Smith: "There is no inference in the scriptures that it is the privilege of  men to slay birds or beasts or to catch fish wantonly. The Lord gave life to every creature…Therefore to take the life of these creatures wantonly is a sin before the Lord." It is a fundamental belief in Christianity that God gave man dominion over animals. In Genesis chapter one we read that God created the earth and the creatures upon it, and more specifically in verse 28, we hear: "…God said unto them, Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that moveth upon the earth." But what is the extent of our dominion?

"Adam’s dominion was a charge to see to it that all went well with God’s creatures; it was not a license to exterminate them," Hugh Nibley said in the book "Kindness to Animals and Caring for the Earth" by Richard D. Stratton. This quotation along with others seem to suggest there is righteous and unrighteous dominion that can be practiced over the earth.

One slide on Foster’s presentation discusses unrighteous dominion by using a quote from the February 1912 edition of the Juvenile Instructor. In this citation, Joseph F. Smith points out, "The dominion the Lord gave man over the brute creation has been, to a very large extent, used selfishly, thoughtlessly, cruelly." Foster also adds: "We are utterly indifferent to the suffering we cause to so many beings. This is about as unrighteous as dominion gets."

In my research it was surprising to find that Joseph Smith was an advocate of kindness and respect to animals. Gerald E. Jones includes a story about Joseph Smith in his article "The Gospel and Animals" in the August 1972 edition of the Ensign. During the Zion’s Camp expedition in summer 1834, Joseph Smith tells the story of how they found three rattlesnakes in their tent. Some brethren were about to kill them but Joseph Smith said, "Let them alone—don’t hurt them!" and instructed the brethren to take them across the creek. He also explicitly told them not to kill another creature unless it was absolutely required to prevent them from starving to death.

Another prophet, Spencer W. Kimball, expressed his beliefs on the unnecessary killing of animals in the October 1978 LDS Conference by stating: "And not less with reference to the killing of innocent birds is the wildlife of our country that live upon vermin that are indeed enemies to the farmer and mankind. It is not only wicked to destroy them, it is a shame, in my opinion. I think that this principle should extend not only to the bird life but to the life of all animals."

I had believed this all my life, but never quite made the connection between the 
animals that died and the food I ate. The turning point was one weekend when I went home to visit my parents. I went with my nieces to see the newborn calves in my father’s pasture. One calf, full of curiosity, cautiously came up and stood in front of my nieces and me. He stood there for a few moments, staring and sniffing. My eyes welled up with tears because I knew this calf, innocent and pure, was only born to die.

Although it’s easy to only blame the meat industry for what happens to livestock, it is important to know unnecessary killing and abuse of animals exists in every animal industry. For example, the veal industry is directly tied to the dairy industry. A USDA Fact Sheet entitled "Veal from Farm to Table" states, "Male dairy calves are used in the veal industry. Dairy cows must give birth to continue producing milk, but male dairy calves are of little or no value to the dairy farmer." The calf is taken away from its mother so the cow can be milked. Continuous pregnancies play a heavy role on the health of the cow and if its production levels drop below profit, the cow is slaughtered.

The main reason why milk is consumed is to get the calcium our body needs. However, milk is not the best and only way to get that calcium. According to an article entitled "Calcium and Milk: What’s Best for Your Bones?" published by the Harvard School of Public Health: "Milk is actually one of many sources of calcium—dark leafy green vegetables and some types of legumes are among other sources…" To me, it makes sense to get calcium from plant sources, where the cows get theirs.

The same goes for egg-laying chickens. Little regard is taken for the lives of birds in this industry. A fact sheet on the American Egg Board's website states: "As the hen ages, egg quality declines and, at about 18 to 20 months of age, molting occurs and egg production ceases. While some flocks are sold for slaughter at this point, replacement is costly. A fairly common practice is to place the flock into a controlled molt. " Controlled molting is defined in Wikipedia as the artificial practice of the industry to force chickens to lose feathers and weight. In order to lose weight, feed is taken away for up to two weeks. In addition to this, most chickens are confined to small areas and cages. Since these birds are used as production plants, we should always be mindful of their health and well-being.

We have always been taught that we, as members of the LDS church, need to take care of the beautiful earth we have been given. Stratton's book includes one of my favorite thoughts by Ezra Taft Benson on this subject. Benson says: "Whatever mortal reasons there are to be concerned about [the] environment, there are eternal reasons, too, for us to be thoughtful stewards. President Brigham Young said: 'Not one particle of all that comprises this vast creation of God is our own. Everything we have has been bestowed upon us for our action, to see what we would do with it—whether we would use it for eternal life and exaltation, or for eternal death and degradation.'" Kindness to animals and taking care of our earth are one in the same; damage one and you damage the other.

Going back to the article by Bittman, referring to large animal production plants, states: "These assembly-line meat factories consume enormous amounts of energy, pollute water supplies, generate significant greenhouse gases and require ever-increasing amounts of corn, soy and other grains, a dependency that has led to the destruction of vast swaths of the world's tropical rain forests." Senior UN Food and Agriculture Organization official Henning Steinfeld confirms this in an article entitled "Livestock a Major Threat to Environment" released by the United Nations.  Steinfeld states: "'Livestock are one of the most significant contributors to today's most serious environmental problems.'" Harvesting livestock is not the only practice that damages the environment. Overfishing is a serious threat to the ecosystems of the world's oceans.


According to the United Nations article "Overfishing: a threat to marine diversity," one in five people are dependent on fish as their primary source of protein. UN agencies state this is damaging because aquaculture, the stocking and farming of aquatic organisms, is increasing more swiftly than other food producing sectors. "According to a Food and Agriculture Organization (FAO) estimate, over 70% of the world's fish species are either fully exploited or depleted," the article states.

On an individual level, we might not harm the environment much by eating animal products. However, collectively, we are doing serious harm. Foster offers a quotation by Brigham
Young that says, "If we maltreat our animals, or each other, the spirit within us, our traditions, and the Bible, all agree in declaring it is wrong."As children of our Heavenly Father, we know it is our sacred stewardship to protect what He has so abundantly blessed us with. We should not be selfish; but I believe we should be grateful for everything that He gives us. I see veganism as a means to be thankful for these blessings and to make sure that others can do the same.

Ovid the poet, in the book "Metamorphoses," once rhymed: "Take not away the life you cannot give, For all things have an equal right to live." I couldn’t agree more.