I have been remiss about contributing during the last week or so. I started a new job last Monday, 6-19-06, and have been simply exhausted in the evening when I get home. It's not that the work is demanding, but I've been out of commission for several months and during that time, I got to sleep in a bit later, stay up a bit later, and take long afternoon naps with my kids. I was spoiled. Now that I'm back in the real world again, I must admit that it is kicking my butt.
So, I get home around 5:30, feed the baby, change the baby, change the toddler, listen to stories about everyone's day, mediate disputes between our toddler and 6-year old, and smoke a cigarette to center myself. Next, it's time to whip up something for dinner, eat, try to get the kids to eat, clear the table and do the dishes, and smoke another cigarette. After a short bit of playtime, it's late enough to get the older kids in their pajamas and ready for bed, wrangle them upstairs and tuck them in with a story thrown in (if we have time). Then, it's back downstairs to change the baby, feed the baby, rock the baby, love the baby, and put the baby in his crib. One or two more cigarettes, perhaps a half hour of CNN Headline News or an episode of Star Trek or Deadwood, and then I'm off to bed. Oh yeah, if I have a couple spare minutes, I call my husband at work to check in with him and share 10 minutes of conversation. Long gone are the days of afternoon naps.
Found an interesting story about advances in detecting genetic defects in IVF embryos. I'm continually amazed at the advances we are making. I know there are those in the world that are opposed to this kind of thing and they probably think our society is headed to Hell in a handbasket, but not I. Think about the incredible advancements in technology, science, engineering, medicine, etc. that have happened during just the last 100 or so years. I am awestruck that my Grandparents were able to witness these events. Now, here we are, witnessing incredible advances in our lifetime. Anywho, it's amazing to me.
With David Letterman style, here are the latest reasons that people are fat, according to research biostatisticians:
- Inadequate sleep
- Endocrine disruptors that alter fats in the body
- Nice temperatures (i.e., air conditioning)
- Fewer smokers (appetite suppression)
- Increased use of medicines that cause weight gain
- Population shifts (larger middle-aged and Hispanic populations who have higher obesity rates)
- Older birthmoms
- Genetic influences during pregnancy (not exactly sure what this one means)
- Darwinian natural selection (fat people outlive skinny folks)
- Assortative mating (fat folks are mating and producing fat kids, thus skewing the overall population)
Can anyone thoroughly and clearly, but succinctly, explain why the Israelis and Palestinians have been fighting for what seems like my entire life?
Is space-time actually a superfluid? Uh... ummm... er, sure, sure it is. Interesting article about the nature of the universe, but not entirely sure I follow it all. Guess I need bigger bread crumbs on the trail.
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Hrm since becoming a diabetic some 10 years ago, and having to read food labels for self preservation, I'm going to have to jump in with "High Fructose Corn Syrup" as Number Eleven. Bastards. Can't use sugar because we determined that we had too much sugar in our diets in the seventies. So do we simply take it out? NooOOOO! We create something that is a bazillion times worse. However, since we don't use the word sugar it must be just fine, right!?
Bah. [takes a drag off of the evening cigar]
I grok Real Life (m) kicking your ass. I'm a member of that club, also. I envy you your family. I wish I had that to remind me of why I do this stupidity on a daily basis.
I have to admit, I enjoy having seen the explossion of the information age and am looking forward to the says of bio-engineering. I volunteer. Flip my bits, tweak those genes. Cure my diabetes and make me better, stronger, faster and all that I can be. Oh dear. Did I just do an advert for the Six Million Dollar U.S. Army Soldier?
Hells, just give me food that isn't poisoned. Give me 36 hour days so that I can get some sleep and excercise.
I'll work on true love on my own, armed with those items.
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I read a news article the other day that said people have more of a chance of living to 100 if they were born to their mother before age 25, and also if they were the first-born. Now I'm in a personal dilemma over my decision to wait until I'm about 28 to have kids...
Fletcher's right, HFCS is the bane of healthy society. I'll only settle for it in a handful of things (Heinz ketchup RULES!), but I forgo it whenever possible. I'm an avid label reader, too. Yesterday, at the grocery store, when I couldn't find any organic cereal on sale, I went straight for the Post Raisin Bran, which is the only Raisin Bran on the shelf without HFCS. That's what I'm feeding my kids someday!
I, too, am diabetic and hate it... who doesn't, right? I'm still living in denial and just can't seem to get with the program and treat it like I should. I know, I know... someday, I'll wish I would have taken it seriously. Sigh.
HFCS is evil incarnate. But, you know, I've never really watched for it on labels. I've been too busy reviewing carb content, but will have to add HFCS to my list.
Fletcher, thank you for your comment about my family. I too often forget how precious they are and when I get caught up in the busy-ness of life, I sometimes treat them as a burden or one more thing on my to-do list. Not good, but true nonetheless. I need to stop and count my blessings once in awhile and remember how lucky I am to have them. :)
Heather -- have children when it feels right. There is never going to be a perfect time, your bills are never going to be paid off, and there will always be something left on your to-do-in-life list. Besides, in 6 months they will come out with another study that says children born to mothers after age 25 will live to be old and gray. :)
I thought the days of afternoon naps were over, since the girls stopped taking their own naps. I was panicked for awhile, but I discovered that they merely require a later nap. Whew! A close one. There are days I wished I'd kept the baby batter safely in my testicles, but not many.
Regarding the Hatfields and McCoys, er, I mean the Israelies and Palestinians: Abraham and Sara wanted a kid. God told them that even though they were old enough to fart dust, and Sara was infertile, they would someday have a kid. They laughed. Sara had Abraham fuck her maid, Hagar. Hagar begat Ismael, father of the A-rabs. Abraham fucked Sara, who begat Isaac, father of the Israelies. Fast forward 3000 years or so, and they now fight it out in an overblown Smothers Brothers routine. That wasn't succinct, but I tried.
I'm tired. And horny.
Tired and horny, uh... um...
I'm still not getting the thingy between the Israelis and Palestinians.
:::making a loser L on forehead with fingers:::
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