I wish I'd had a Jesse when I had my babies. Jesse, I'm going to say just flat-out ask your friend what she is currently eating and likes agrees with the baby. The gift is so awesome, that it doesn't really matter if the surprise part happens earlier.
I need a slanket.
How much nutrition do they teach in schools in the US? Is it tested on? The sort of stuff that's easily forgotten long before you actually have to plan your own meals?
It occurs to me that university is a really good place to harp on that, for those that go. Someplace where food really starts to look like your own responsibility.
We had a unit of nutrition seemingly every year in elementary school. I remember gets bits and pieces in both bio and anatomy & physiology in high school, too. I took a nutrition course as a science credit in college. It was one of my favorite courses, and certainly my favorite science course.
I know what to do, and I like to eat healthy food, but I fall far short of the goal. It's a laziness thing. Our suppers are usually very good. And I generally serve three vegetables (not counting potatoes) with supper, hoping to make up for the multitude of sins, during the day.
If you forget everything else about nutrition, remember these two things:
1. The less processed the better (so like ita's attempt to have fruit rather than juice; bread that is from whole grain flour that hasn't been bleached; etc.).
2. The more colors on your plate (nutrients influence the color of your food), the better.
The more colors on your plate (nutrients influence the color of your food), the better.
Tri-color pasta and neapolitan ice cream, oh yeah!
OMG it is so disgusting outside. And Pat Kiernan totally lied to me, too! The one good thing is that I can almost convince myself that all the liquid on my body is rain and not sweat. Even though I know that's a lie.
I could hear the fireworks from my bed last night, which was weird. I've never totally ignored the 4th before like that!
There were some fireworks being set off right on the corner where my apartment building is. The small ones were annoying, but the big ones sounded like stuff was being broken every time.
Needless to say, they didn't set them off until 11.
I like my apartment. I like my apartment building. But I'm growing to hate the buildings around us--or maybe just one building if these were perhaps set off by the racist fucks from last week. It'd have a streamlined efficiency--said fucks were yelling drunkenly yesterday too about nothing in particular, and inviting our apartment manager for BBQ.
I was surprised that I didn't hear any neighborhood fireworks, but maybe people had them over the weekend and not yesterday.
There were lots of fireworks in my neighborhood last night. I turned a fan on for ventilation and got a strong smell of sulfur (or whatever that smell is that fireworks produce).
I turned a fan on for ventilation and got a strong smell of sulfur (or whatever that smell is that fireworks produce).
Are you sure it wasn't the Devil's fan?
Oh, Cashmere, for some reason my brain took the input Ken Lay and transformed it into Karl Rove, and I was briefly rather happy indeed.
I mean, not that I wish anybody dead that much, but Karl Rove is definitely on the fence with me...
