Re: TYPE 2 Diabetic Diet Feedback
Skim Milk and Cheerios really elevates my blood sugar. The milk has 13g sugar and Cheerios has 1g sugar per serving. Can someone explain the impact of these two item in your diet?
I NEED A 91 turbo TALON ENGINE!!!!
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Petite model loves being in front of the camera and meeting new people. Very easygoing and open to new ideas. Not afraid to take chances in life. Some of my hobbies are gardening, art, and sewing. Gymnast and dancer for 15 years. Currently working as a freelance model, make-up artist( also face and body painting) and costume designer. Have experience in many types of modeling and also in acting. Already have comp/zed cards. If you are interested in booking a shoot/ session with me drop me an email. My rates vary according to project and content. Day rate shoots are negotiable. Samples of work and references are required. Do not mind traveling any where in the United States for the right project as long as travel and accomadations are paid for. NO PORN PLEASE!!! Might consider TFP for selective projects. If you have any question feel free to email me. Thank you. Ria
Stop The Bed Time Struggle
Bed time for younger children can be a huge challenge for some parents. If you are one of these stressed out and fed up parents you need to know that it doesn't have to be that way. There are several solutions and techniques you can use to put a stop to the bed time struggles.
Putting your kids to bed with out a fuss will require routine. Children work best with a routine because it gives them boundaries and lets them know what to expect. Being inconsistent sets the stage for bad behavior, disrespect to you and frequent melt downs.
Take note of your child's bedroom. Do they have a TV in there room? Do they insist on movies every night before going to bed? If so put a stop to it by removing the TV completely from the room. Having the TV on at night during bed time will not allow your child a good nights rest. Entertaining movies and cartoons are only going to encourage them to avoid sleep.
After removing the TV from the room give your child something to replace it that is bed time beneficial. A good replacement would be a cool night light that they get to pick out. Including your child in the process of all the new changes will not only reinforce the new routine but they will be more accepting to the change.
Make a plan and map out what your routine will be for bed time every night. During the planning stage, make sure that you are going to be able to live up to your end of the deal. If you are going to read stories every night, make sure that you are in fact going to follow through with it. If you make the decision that when the bed time rules are broken that they get an earlier bed time again, follow through with it each and every time. When creating this routine be sure to include the kids in the conversation and get their input. Make sure that they are all completely clear of your bed time guidelines that they are to follow.
Set an appropriate bed time for your children. This is when they are to be completely in bed, tucked in and story read. Figure out how long it will take your child to get their pajamas on, brush their teeth and for you to read a story. Have your child start getting ready for bed time at the same time every night to make it in bed at the designated time. To make this a little more fun and game like, bring home a fun and colorful kid friendly timer that they can use. Have them race against the timer to encourage getting ready for bed without the procrastination.
The first couple nights might be tough. Getting up out of bed to test your limits is going to happen. Stay consistent and patiently put them back to bed. It could end up being a long night or two but once you are past this, it's smooth sailing. Remember to give your children plenty of praise and encouragement when they are doing what they're supposed to. Set your children up to succeed and acknowledge their success.
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Are Pets Family? Well, for One of Us at Least
There was a heart-rending call to the Dave Ramsey TV show last week.
A woman, obviously speaking through tears, begged Ramsey for help: her marriage was about to break up. She and her husband are in deeeeeep financial trouble, fighting to stay out of bankruptcy. A painful family expense? Caring for their six dogs and three cats.
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Her husband, she said, argued that "our pets are part of our family!" and that even if it means becoming homeless, that you don't just give up members of your family because times are tough. The wife argued that the couple's primary responsibility was to their young child. Ramsey, sympathetically, told the wife that she was right -- that it was time for her husband to "make a grown-up decision" about their pets. So your child will never go to college, but he will have nine pets?, Ramsey tut-tutted. In this real-life essay question, we got to the guts of whether pets are genuinely family ... ................ In American debates these days, the first thing we'll do is quickly put black hats where they belong, and white hats where they belong. We'll draw up our opponents as 2-dimensional caricatures. We'll draw up versions of their arguments that are suitable for 6-year-olds, and then attack those. We don't argue about shades of gray. Most questions can be argued two ways. For example, an environmentalist will typically assume that a Radical Right Fundamentalist believes that animals are worthless, that the planet is here to be raped, and that the sooner we burn all those dirty trees down, the better. :- ) Have you ever heard anybody say that? No, we presume they'd say it... But check this out. Dig 2 Samuel 12, where Nathan tries to get across to David that killing a guy to cover up an affair was, um, not cool:
2Sa 12:1 And the LORD sent Nathan unto David. And he came unto him, and said unto him, There were two men in one city; the one rich, and the other poor. 2Sa 12:2 The rich man had exceeding many flocks and herds: 2Sa 12:3 But the poor man had nothing, save one little ewe lamb, which he had bought and nourished up: and it grew up together with him, and with his children; it did eat of his own meat, and drank of his own cup, and lay in his bosom, and was unto him as a daughter. 2Sa 12:4 And there came a traveler unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and of his own herd, to dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him; but took the poor man's lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to him. 2Sa 12:5 And David's anger was greatly kindled against the man; and he said to Nathan, As the LORD liveth, the man that hath done this thing shall surely die: 2Sa 12:6 And he shall restore the lamb fourfold, because he did this thing, and because he had no pity.It's a very poignant way for Nathan to help David see the problem with his behavior -- not to fear punishment for it, but to actually regret it. In this rebuke, the Jews' God (via Nathan) endorses 100% the idea that a human being can experience deep and meaningful love through his companionship with an animal. And this ain't a Pomeranian or a Maine Coon we're talking about here: it's a barnyard animal. ................ The owner of the ewe lamb, presumably, did not have human companionship. In my view, one of God's greatest gifts to the lonely, is precisely the love that the human being can experience through his (her) relationship with her pet. My 76-year-old mom sits alone in her apartment. She loves cats, but is afraid that her apartment won't smell fresh. That, amigos, is a mis-aligned sense of proportion. ................... We loved our Aussie, Suzy, but just didn't have enough time for her. She sat alone, far too often. Crying -- hard -- the whole way down to the Humane Society, my wife did her duty. She went down and adopted our dog out. The moment that Suzy walked in, she was frantic with joy over all the action there. People walking by, dogs walking by, all sorts of things to investigate and all sorts of people to meet. Suzy was adopted by a loving family and has, undoubtedly, bonded to people who will take better care of us. It was one of the most absolutely loving things my wife has ever done. Just thinking about my wife taking Suzy to the pound fills me with admiration for her. ............... I don't know how much dogs and cats really feel, emotionally. But I do know that we human beings feel real things about them. Pets bring love into our lives. Whether it's theirs and ours, or mostly just ours, matters not one whit. When people say that they are gifts from God, they don't know how right they actually are. ;- ) Cheers, Jeff
Rain, Rain, Dark, and More Rain
Let's face it. Horses are glorious fun in the summer, when they've shed out sleek and glossy, and daylight lasts for hours after you get home from work. The warm weather and sunny afternoons and evenings make it a pleasure to spend time with your horse, in the arena or out on the trails.
In the winter, though, when you wake up, clean stalls, feed, and go to work, all before the sun is all the way up? Less fun. And when you come home in the dark, then feed, and clean that stall yet again? Way less fun, still.
So what do we do with horses in the winter, besides wait for the weekend? Arena lights are all well and good, if you happen to have access—but if you've got backyard horses like I do, it's more than I can face to load up and trailer to an indoor, lighted facility and ride.
But remember those familiar, well-loved trails you've spent so many hours on in the long summer daylight? Those trails are sheer magic in the dark.
Now, if you happen to be an endurance rider, you're probably already nodding your head in agreement. But if, like me, you came to night-riding later on in your horse experience, you're furrowing your brow and maybe thinking I'm nuts. I'm not. Hear me out. This can change and improve your horse life, (and your horse's life).
Trail riding at night might sound scary. There are several things to remember to keep yourself and your horse safe, too. Here's where to start.
- Call up your trail-riding buddy, the one who complains and commiserates with you about not getting any free and unstructured saddle-time in the winter, and propose an adventure. Get her to agree before she knows the specifics.
- Pick a safe trail that you and your horses know very well. Make a date to meet, and give a night-ride a try. Plan a short ride, for your first outing. (Make sure someone at home knows where you're going, and when you'll be back.)
- Dress carefully—you're going to have a lot more fun if you're warm and dry and comfortable.
- Remember to pack a flashlight on your saddle but try not to have to turn it on, once mounted. You won't want to use it unless absolutely necessary, because it will actually mess up your night-vision (and more importantly, your horses' night vision) and the jouncing of the flashlight beam can cause motion-sickness.
- Set a goal for yourself, so you don't go out and just trudge along. You should have an idea how long this particular ride takes in the daylight, already. Add in some extra time, because even a trot feels like you're flying, in the dark.
- Wear something reflective. They make reflective tape, if nothing else. Even if you don't think you'll find yourself hiking along the shoulder of a highway in the dark, it could happen. (Trust me. I know.) Or if the Search and Rescue helicopter has to find you with a spotlight, at the bottom of a ravine, it'll help. KIDDING. I'M KIDDING. Seriously, do dress to be visible in the dark. Some strips of reflective tape on your tack or braided into your pony's tail might be a good idea, too.
- Ride. Really ride. Learn that trail you already know, this time in the dark. Your horse sees better than you do, remember, so trust your pony. If you find yourself getting nervous or disoriented, hop off and hike for a bit, until you're steadier and feel ready to hop back up. There's no shame in that.
Montez votre cheval!
A Patient's Valentine to the Office
So a year or three ago, my right top bicuspid (?! the fourth one back from center) started talking to me about dental health. Sensitivity to cold, sometimes to hot, the tooth aching... I hesitated about going to the dentist. "Hesitate" not in the sense of look left, right, and jump off the diving board. "Hesitate" in the sense of waiting about 250,000 minutes (six months) before acting.
Why wait so long, you ask? That's the point, we sez. Why indeed.
Six months on, I hustle in. I take the half day off, I sit there and get the weird cardboard things that pinch your gums, they do the X-rays, they tut-tut at whatever they see that they don't like... don't you floss daily, you cretin? ... large, large commitment of time and energy to have this thing looked at. From my point of view. (Do dentists listen to chiropractors about proper spinal care?)
One time I went to the doctor. He diagnosed diverticulitis... by pushing on my tummy, letting it bounce up, and asking whether it hurt when it bounced back up. I was in and out in a couple of minutes, and it was a pleasant conversation, too.
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Intermission: I like dentists, personally. If I were 20 again, I might go become a dentist: you're a doctor without the prostate checks and appendectomies and all that kind of stuff. I don't know how they're supposed to make visits faster and more pleasant.
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Anyway: first time I go in about the bicuspid, they do the X-rays and tell me that nothing is wrong with my tooth. Must just be sensitive.
When I was young and just a bad little kid.
My mama noticed funny things I did.
Like shooting puppies with a BB gun.
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done,
I'd find a pussycat and bash in it's head,
Thats when my mama said
(Backup Singers) What did she say?
She said, my boy I think some day,
will find a way,
To make your natural tendencies pay.
(Chorus)
You'll be a dentist. (You'll be a dentist)
You have a talent for causing great pain.
Son, be a dentist. (Son, be a dentist)
People will pay you to be inhumane. (Inhumane)
Okay. Several more months and it gets worse. How much worse? I go to a different dentist -- a discount dentist who speaks English rather poorly, who has halitosis and who is quite impolite to me. Dentist #2 does the bitewings, and talks with me while I have the cardboard in my mouth, and I try to tell him all about the case history of the tooth.
He's not interested. "You cannot trust what a patient tells you about what he is experiencing," he says rather irritatedly. (Don't get me wrong. He's just a guy doing a job, and I'm sure he was right.)
He can't find a thing on the X-rays. Finally he says, there may be a micro-something or other. Microhole? Microfissure? Micro return on my investment, is the point here. :- ) I don't have insurance.
I imagine that dentists very self-conscious about causing pain and about your not wanting to go see them. I dunno. I ain't sayin' I won't go fishin' with the man. I'm just saying if I have a better alternative, such as blogging about cavities, I'll do that first ...
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Maybe three or four months later, I take a swig of coffee and get an ELECTRIC shock in my tooth. Had to pull the car over. Lasted, I dunno, two or three minutes. Man, was I glad for that to finally stop. Was careful for a day or so ... later that week, another cup of coffee and BANG-O another ELECTRIC shock that runs all the way up my face.
After that, it didn't hurt any more. I surmised, later, this was the root of the tooth dying.
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The cavity got worse and worse; first I used a waterpik to clean it, and later I chewed a toothpick to the proper width to get up in there and clean particles out of the cavity. The cavity is, now, I would estimate, 20% of the volume of my tooth itself. Where there should be a root, and dentin, and a pulp cavity (are those the right terms?), there's whistling air.
Minor abscess? I got so good at draining it that it was like flipping my hair back unconsciously ... I know, I know. What am I thinking.
Somehow the infection has never given me a day's cold or flu. Hasn't affected my system at all.
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I'll go back to the dentist, eventually.
Through nobody's fault, I just don't feel confident that things will get fixed right. I'm way too busy to commit half a day and not get it taken care of anyway.
I picture myself going in, and asking to have the tooth filled, and having the dentist take control of the conversation and tell me what I need done... not only on that tooth, but on every tooth. Doctors let me keep control. Dentists resist everything I say. It feels like trying to not take out the garbage after my wife has clearly instructed me to do so.
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What to do about the syndrome? I dunno. But I've toldja why I don't go. Takes too long, and the guy will argue with me about everything, and who knows if it'll be worth the time.
I'll go when I absolutely have to. :- )
Cheers,
Jeff