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I should probably preface everything I write with the followÂŹing:
âIf you are eating the Standard American Diet (SAD) and living the usual American sedentary lifestyle, then you are committing suicide, and the following information will not excuse you from the laws of biology.â
So, that said, there are two sides to every story, and medicine is no exception.
Across the country, the solar eclipse Sunday seemed to kindle an infectious enthusiasm for astronomy. So what does that have to do with pants? Please continue to be patient with me and read on.
I know that current fashion trends are slow coming to our corner of the world; itâs not as if Vogue has announced its decision to establish a satellite office in the Ville. Whatever counts as style in the mainstream clothes horse magazines, you can be sure it wonât catch on in Stevens County for another five to ten years, if at all.
Whimsical moment alert:
Drove down 3rd Ave last Friday evening, noticing how dark clouds held sway to the north while the sun shone soft rays over Colville Valley and streamers of steam lazily unfurled over the trees.
BY SOPHIA ALDOUS
S-E Staff Reporter
Ever have those moments where the rug is swept out from unÂŹder your righteous indignation and your snobbery gets body slammed into repentant sheepishness?
Maybe itâs just me. Itâs certainly not Rush Limbaugh, but thatâs beside this columnâs point.
Itâs not the first time my ego got its moral superiority on, and it probably wonât be the last. However, this particular case of which I am speaking is exceptional, because it nursed a burÂŹgeoning grudge that I carried with me for several months.
BY SHADAN KAPRI
Contributing Columnist
As a little girl, Sara witnesses first-hand the devastaÂŹtion of drug abuse. She watched as her parents self-medicated with an array of prescription drugs and alcoÂŹhol. Her loving father, once a hard-working man, beÂŹcame cruel and merciless when drunk. Her parents, teachers, and even family members âoverlookedâ the problems until he lost his job and their family home.
When I was a young, flighty thing (being so mature and grounded now) I would ride the Spokane transit to and fro about the city and observe the array of humanity that is up for viewing at ye local bus station. And boy howdy, if there are aliens in outer space tuning in to our goings-on on this wet, floating ball we call Earth, mass transit must be like some Comedy Central/Bravo channel hybrid to them.
For those of you who arenât afflicted with that four-letter word called G-O-L-F, please continue reading this edition of the Statesman-Examiner and avoid this golf ethics question.
Yes, itâs a conundrum caught between a pine grove and a hard place.
For the uninitiated, golf is one of the most honorable of games. Yes, thatâs allegedly and actually. There are few sports that I know of that call for the player to serve as his own arbiter and call penalties on him or herself.
Yes, what would Uncle Timmy do indeed.
Youâve whipped yourself into a wholehearted weight loss frenzy â exercised an hour every day, cut calories until you were ravenous (and homicidal) and used every psych trick in your book â and you havenâtâ lost and ounce, or maybe thatâs all you DID lose. Youâre going to have a meltdown if someone waves another celery stick in front of you. You start thinking maybe you are sleep-eating in the middle of the night (yes â people actually do that).
Law reviewed: Revised Code of Washington, Title 18
Are you one of those industries who are feeling crowded by the number of competing businesses? Or maybe you are a professional bemoaning the fact that every wet behind the ears college graduate has a Bachelorâs or Masterâs degree in your occupation and the surge of entrants is likely to depress your wages and benefits. Donât worryâour legislature can fix that.
So, what do you do when your kid takes a chunk out of his fatherâs finger, then kicks him in the crotch because Pa had the audacity to take Juniorâs iPod as punishment for disobedience?
Why, you jump pell-mell into the fray and punch your husband in the face because âheâs being too strict.â
Or at least thatâs the reasoning for a 44-year old mother who was arrested after helping her 13-year-old son assault his dad.
Heel boy! Down girl! And no, Iâm not talking to the family dogs.
