Massachusetts Wants to Ban Bake Sales
10 May 2012 6 Comments
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Massachusetts has banned junk food on school grounds during school hours but now they want to ban junk food 24/7 which would include evenings and weekends. No more junk food at banquets, no more door-to-door candy sales and no junk food at football games. No more bake sales which help pay for many of the after school activities for kids. No junk food at holiday parties. They even would prefer that no milk or white bread be on the tables at school.
In other words Massachusetts wants to hold the record for being the best “Nanny State”.
Now don’t get me wrong we don’t feed my granddaughter junk. I realize that a lot of parents do. I also know that if kids in school want snacks they will get snacks. Now you will have a whole new black market thing going on in the hallways of 1st graders. Little Johnny from next door will be selling Sour Patch Kids for $3.00 and homemade chocolate chip cookies for $2.50 apiece.
How do you draw the line at what constitutes junk food. I make Lilah Oat cakes. They have no sugar, lots of oats, dried cranberries, sunflower seeds and some pastry flour. She loves them but if she whips one out at lunch how is the food patrol going to know they are healthy? Will they test them on the spot or maybe send it to a lab? Maybe have to take a bite? Soon the food patrol person will be the one having to shed some pounds.
The whole thing is disturbing to me because I truly feel that our government is taking too much control over our lives and we are letting them.
This man knew what he was talking about when he wrote “1984″ published in 1948.
I realize that everyone is going to have a different opinion about this and I do respect all opinions. Fortunately we still have that right and the government damn well better not take that away from us.
We just better be careful that we don’t let our government take too much control over our daily lives. Last time I checked we are not all stupid but if we choose to be stupid we should have that choice. I’m afraid that some day a chubby person will be eating fried chicken in a restaurant and the food police will give him a ticket.
Damn, those oat cakes look good. I keep going back to that photo of them. I think I will make some tomorrow.
Who should decide what you can eat: you? Or the state?…
It is no coincidence that the push for more food regulation came at a time when Congress obsessed about the rising cost of medical care.
When government pays for your health care, it will inevitably be drawn into regulating your personal life. First, politicians promise to pay. Then, they propose to control you.
Where does it stop? If we must control diet to balance the government’s budget, will the health squad next ban skydiving and extramarital sex? How about another try at Prohibition?
But what about reasonable-sounding policies like forcing businesses to post calorie counts?
Often the Food Police strike an innocent pose, claiming that they just want to give people information. Information is good. But it’s not free. Mandated calorie signs in restaurants cost money. Those costs are passed on to consumers, and the endless parade of calorie counts and warning labels make us numb to more important warnings – like, “This Coffee Is Scalding Hot.”
It’s not as if dietary information isn’t already available. Health and diet websites abound. Talk shows routinely discuss the latest books on diet and nutrition. TV diet gurus are celebrities. That’s enough. We have information. We don’t need government force.
Read more: http://www.foxbusiness.com/on-air/stossel/blog/2012/04/25/food-police#ixzz1uRNnOFpI
Sleep
04 May 2012 12 Comments
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If you read my last post you will already know that my 6 week old grandson, Silas, is a grunter. I was hoping by now that he would have gotten over it but on the other hand I sort of like it.
I have had insomnia for at least 15 years. I have a terrible time falling asleep and when I finally do sleep it’s for about 2 hours, then I wake up and then can’t fall asleep again. My daughter gives me the baby around 10:00 PM and she goes to sleep. I have the noisy little tot until 6 AM. I give him a bottle about 1 AM. I wake my daughter around 3:30 AM and she nurses him and goes back to bed. I am up that whole time because he is so noisy, seriously noisy. The sounds that come out of that baby’s mouth are, well, downright strange.
At 6:00 AM I finally go to bed and sleep until around 1 or 2 PM. Notice I said SLEEP. Since I started doing this I go right to sleep and sleep like a baby, or at least the way a baby should sleep. You know, quietly. When I wake up I actually feel refreshed. 15 years of sleeping like crap and suddenly I am the world’s best sleeper as long as I go to bed at 6 AM. What’s up with that?
I don’t really mind being up all night. It goes by fast because I am either reading or doing computer stuff. I do spend quite a lot of time holding the noisy one because he prefers my lap more than his crib. I have learned to read and do my computer stuff with my left hand as I hold him in my right arm. I also know my daughter is getting a good night’s sleep which she needs because she works. That in itself makes it all worthwhile.
Big Sister, Lilah, loves her baby brother. I wonder how long that will last.
Look how well rested my beautiful daughter, Sarah, looks.
My daughter, Sarah and my son, Damon
It’s 4:00 AM. Silas is in a deep sleep because he is quiet right now. This can last up to an hour or so. I am going to watch an episode of “Supernatural”.
GBS
14 Apr 2012 13 Comments
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Silas is now almost 3 weeks old. He is such a sweetheart. Unfortunately he has GBS~~Grunting Baby Syndrome. When I say “unfortunately” I mean for us. We had noticed (hard to miss) that he grunted all the time. It sounded like he was constipated though he is far from constipated. He poops like a trooper.
“The baby with grunting baby syndrome will push, squeeze, grunt, change color and carry on only to produce a soft bowel movement. Parents will report that their baby is constipated and seek help. Very often we’re lead down the primrose path searching for a solution. But there is no problem. The grunting baby’s problem is one of primitive in-coordination. While we all take for granted our understanding of the need for simultaneous relaxation of the pelvic floor and abdominal pressure to poop, not all babies have this figured out. And it’s this lack of coordination that makes us believe that our babies are in trouble.”
Silas is the noisiest baby I have ever seen. It is actually very funny to watch him grunt, groan and turn red. He makes these amazingly crazy faces while he is doing it. He also does it through the night when he is sleeping. Needless to say, I don’t get much sleep because he is in my room at night. Sarah has to go back to work and she needs her sleep so the little noise maker bunks with me.
Here are a couple of photos of him while being Grunt Boy.
This is a Non Grunt photo just to show that he doesn’t grunt all of the time.
According to what I have read he should be over this by the time he is 8 – 12 weeks old. I sure hope so.
A Great Giveaway for New Moms or an Old Noni
31 Mar 2012 7 Comments
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My grandson, Silas Kano York, was born on March 26, 2012 at 1:43 PM. He weighed 7.5 lbs and is 18 3/4 inches tall. I just found a giveaway for a Fisher Price Newborn Rock ‘n Play Sleeper which my daughter wants. It’s on a web site called Networking Witches
I will write more about Silas in the coming days.
Tempus Fugit
17 Mar 2012 7 Comments
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Is it just me or does time seriously go by much faster after you hit 60 years of age? It’s been 11 days since my last post. If you had asked me how many days I would have said 3. It’s sort of scary. I remember when I worked years ago a minute seemed like an hour. Now it’s just the opposite. I keep really busy so I suppose that has something to do with it. I’ll start doing something (usually having to do with my computer) and before I know it 5 hours have gone by.
There’s so much I want to do before I kick the bucket.
Well, the bucket is still upright so I guess I have some time left but I think I am going to make one of those bucket lists. There’s a crap load of stuff I want to do but I ‘m thinking I should be realistic about what I can do and can’t do. It mostly has to do with money. Realistically I probably won’t be spending a month in England.
I’ll let you know what I come up with for the bucket.
Martha’s Vineyard Patch
06 Mar 2012 12 Comments
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I am now a blogger on Martha’s Vineyard Patch, a local website which is obviously all about the Island. The blog is going to be about me and getting to know the island my way. Please check out my first post there and please leave a nice comment for me. I want them to think I am not just some crazy person who likes to write about all the dumbasses I come across in my life. Speaking of……..
Why on earth do people like to walk behind moving cars? Cars that are backing up! I mean, seriously, doesn’t it occur to them that the driver might not have seen them? That the driver doesn’t have eyes in the back of her head! DUH!!
I have said my piece about dumbasses for the day. Hopefully, I don’t run into anymore.
Thank you in advance for leaving a comment on my other blog..
I received an award! How exciting!
05 Mar 2012 5 Comments
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Rooha over at Envisioning Future presented me with “The Candle Lighter Award”‘ Please visit Rooha. She lives in Pakistan and writes a wonderful blog.
Thank you so much Rooha! I want to pass it on to someone else. The person I want to pass it on to is Claire at Cadence of Life. Claire is one of the first bloggers I met when I first started writing. She is now one of my best friends even though we have never met each other. I love reading her posts. Her beautiful soul shows up in everything she writes.
Memory
28 Feb 2012 5 Comments
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This time I am not talking about my terrible memory. This time I am talking about memories that stick. You know, the ones that you will never forget. They are embedded in your brain and sometimes you will see something or hear something or even smell something that will bring back a memory so quickly that it takes your breath away. You might even stand there shaking a little when it happens. You might even look around thinking that you are actually reliving the memory. Looking around for that person who was there with you back in the memory and sometimes you will feel such a bitter disappointment when you suddenly realize; it’s just a memory.
As I get older this happens more often. Sometimes I feel happy when it does. Sometimes I feel sad and sometimes I get that melancholy feeling that even though it may be sad you want to feel it.
That song did that for me a couple of days ago. The song started playing and I can barely describe the feeling that went through me. It was as if my dad had just walked through the door and he was standing there listening with me. It’s been 12 years since he passed and not a single day goes by without me thinking about him.
Dad AKA Gubby
Dad when he was in his early 80′s.
Whitney Houston; understanding addiction.
12 Feb 2012 26 Comments
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She died at 48 years old yesterday, so young to lose her life. I have read many comments about her on Facebook. Some people commenting about how sad her death is. Others writing that she deserved to die because she was a waste of life with all her drug using.
Quote: ” I don’t think it should be circle the wagons time and protect all the drug addicts. Sorry ***** but whitney Houston is a rotten poster child.”
The Whitney Houston bashing, in my opinion, is being done by ignorant people.
Good solid people get addicted to drugs. They don’t plan on becoming addicts. As a matter of fact, they truly believe they will not become addicted. Many take drugs because they are in pain: physical pain, emotional pain. Unfortunately, they don’t realize that the drugs are insidious and before they know it the drug has completely taken over. They lose their free will to the drug. There is no cure. They will be an addict forever just like a diabetic will be a diabetic forever. I know this to be true. I have watched my son fight this disease for over 10 years. He is a good person. I have heard people refer to him as ” a useless piece of shit”. To me, a comment like that about a drug addict shows ignorance about drug addiction. His ex-girlfriend died of a drug overdose and it was posted in the local newspaper. Online, people made ignorant comments about her too, writing that she deserved to die, one more addict off the street.
My son is in recovery now. I pray he stays there. I totally understand my family’s reluctance in accepting him back into the fold. He has only been in recovery for 6 months. He needs to prove that he can be trusted again. That is going to take some time, a long time. He hurt many people. He is working on his ninth step now, the step about making amends. I, too, hurt people when my son was doing drugs. I enabled him so much that it hurt people around me. I have had to make amends too. Addiction hurts everyone who surrounds the addict.
Before you bash a drug addict, dead or otherwise, you might want to learn about addiction. This is a link to a good website that will start you on the path to understanding how addiction affects people drug-addcition-support-org.
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I just got back from France and I am going there tonight too.
28 Jan 2012 7 Comments
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I have been working on the genealogy of my Mother’s Father’s side of the family. I joined Ancestry.com for a month and found lots of information there. I also found mistakes but I was able to correct those. Anyway, I was able to go back 10 generations all the way to Chênehutte-Trèves-Cunault, Maine-et-Loire, France.
I consider myself a very thorough researcher. I don’t stop until I am certain the information I have found is correct. This means that it takes me quite a while to research even the smallest amount of information. This is the part that I like the most about genealogy, the search.
Last night I got on Google Earth and literally drove through the town. I am still so amazed that this is even possible. The following is a photo I took while traveling around.
Once I found the village I wanted to learn everything I could about it. I don’t just want to know that my ancestors were born there. I want to feel the place, understand it. Since I can’t actually go there for so many reasons the internet allows me to use my imagination and wits so that when I think of Chenehutte I will feel like I have a memory of being there.
The area surrounding Chenehutte is so full of history. To understand my village I need to understand the history of the village which isn’t so easy because I don’t speak French. All the websites that I am visiting so far about the history are in French so I have to copy and paste onto Google Translator.
Tonight I am going to try to discover if there is a cemetery in my village. I also want to find out if there are church records. I look forward to the evenings when I can do my research. I am so glad I quit those Facebook games or this wouldn’t be happening.
The Local Church
Another view of the town
The village is on this river, The Loire.
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