To this day, I have a hard time eating eggs from a grocery store or at a restaurant. It’s probably just a mental thing, but I think it’s partly because I grew up gathering my breakfast food from directly beneath the laying hen. Nothing beats farm fresh. For me, it’s the same with any sort of produce.
It’s just better when I know where it comes from, when I can trust its source. Lately, a buzz term becoming fairly popular that is driving me insane because of its direct relation to my industry is fake news. For the way this term has become such a hot topic, you’d think it was something new. But it’s not. The reality is, fake news has been around since the dawn of time.
My husband and I recently took on the task of refinishing the wood floors in three rooms that constitute our downstairs living areas – family room, dining room and miscellaneous room. (We’re not sure what to call it. Some days it’s the sunroom, other days the napping room. Right now, if I am being honest, it is the gaming room.) I digress. Aside from being a ton of work (we were sore in places we didn’t even know we had) the big floor plan necessitated removing everything (and I mean everything) from the three spaces. In the process I was reminded of one semi-embarrassing truth (aside from the fact we have an entire room dedicated to gaming): We’ve got a lot of stuff. It happens to the best of us.
South Dakotans are not afraid to do things differently when different means a better way. “Different” defines how we have been running our state’s retirement system.
Many other state retirement systems are struggling with large unfunded liabilities. New Jersey’s credit rating was downgraded by S&P recently due to its “large and growing unfunded pension liability.” Similarly, Illinois was downgraded by Fitch from BBB+ to BBB, partly because of ballooning pension problems.
This week, the juvenile justice reform oversight council released its first annual report. The report encapsulates the progress made in the first full year of implementation of the 2015 Juvenile Justice Reinvestment Initiative. Before the 2015 reforms went into effect,
South Dakota had the second highest juvenile commitment rate in the country and was 188 percent above the national average. This ranking was not explained by a higher rate of juvenile violence. In fact, South Dakota’s juvenile violence arrest rate was just one-third of the national average.
My husband says I am a squirrel. Don’t take it the wrong way. It’s a term of endearment as well as a fairly accurate descriptor (if I am being honest). It’s become a nickname of sorts. It all started at the superstore. About a month ago we stopped to shop for a few things. We entered through the automatic doors and headed toward the first item on our list. But en route, up ahead, on the right, was a display of gloves – on clearance. I instinctively veered right to check them out because my husband could use a pair.
Before I got to the gloves, however, I was confronted with a roadblock. Two long lost friends (but strangers to me) had apparently rediscovered each other in front of the magazine rack and were in the middle of a long and drawn-out conversation in middle of the aisle.
When you have occasion in the future to look back at high school, you may not remember a single day sitting in Geometry or English or for that matter, any of your other high school classes, but you will remember the Senior Prom. Why?
Well, first of all, for most it only happens once a year unless you live in small town America and are recruited between schools for this prom and that prom. And to be honest, no one probably ever approached you, sweaty…timid…apprehensive…unsure… as they invited you to a U.S. History class.
Each day it takes 12 minutes of my time. Five days a week – Monday through Friday. Six minutes in the morning. Six minutes in the afternoon – for a total of an hour each week.
A person could complete any number of tasks in six minutes. Sip a cup of coffee or make a piece of peanut butter toast. Read the newspaper – or at least skim the headlines. Check email. Tweet. Watch an inning of baseball or four minutes of the news and two of commercials. Post a selfie. Meditate. Fill the car with gas. Send an “I love you” text to your honey. De-clutter the kitchen clutter bin. (We all have one.) Check the calendar to see what’s going on the rest of the week. Do sit ups. Run a mile – or half a mile if you are as slow as me.
(Bridger Gordon, a high school student at Sturgis Brown High School, won the National Ag Day Essay Contest with this essay. He was awarded $1000 and a free trip to Washington, DC to accept the award at the National Press Club Event on March 21.
“MMMM ... these mashed potatoes are delicious,” I told my grandma as we enjoyed Thanksgiving dinner at her house this past November. Her face lit up, and she proceeded to tell us grandkids about the potatoes and other vegetables from her garden, then segued to talking about the bountiful crop of wheat, sunflowers, and corn she and grandpa had been blessed with as well. Her pride in raising the food to feed her family - and the world - as she’s done for some 50 years was evident.
Soon the dinner table conversation turned to my dad, uncle and grandpa discussing the corn and soybean crop and looking ahead to spring planting.