does anyone else remember these?!?! the super sour candies that ripped your tongue into shreds and rendered you incapable of tasting anything for days? why were they so destructive!?
i used to love sour candy. don't get me wrong, i still enjoy sour punch straws (cherry thank you very much!) and sour patch kids, especially on road trips with an orange soda and a bag of purple skittles.
i eat like crap on road trips.
as i've gotten older and wiser and found out just how much sugar/chemicals goes into making sour candy (that explains the massive stomach aches), i've found myself less attracted to it.
my gallbladder also came out in 2003, so i don't handle candy well or any mass forms of sugar (think soda, juice, cookies, cake, frosting is a big one.... all of that makes me sick. go on, pity me. i deserve it.).
there is, however, one sour thing left in my life that i absolutely love and can eat outrageous quantities of:
sourdough bread.
even as i type the words my heart starts racing and i can feel myself revving up as my salivary glands kick into gear.
I. LOVE. BREAD.
and i've been making a ton of it lately. i'm going to throw a recipe for amish white bread up here in a day or two-- it's vegan and DELICIOUS!!!!!
anywho, i googled sourdough bread and found a great site that really puts things into simple terms. you can find it here.
yesterday i began what will be approximately a week long endeavor that i'm praying will end in the most delicious bread i've ever created.
after i've consumed the entire loaf with some butter, i will post the process and pictures.
i don't think a whole lotta people read this, but if there are in fact hundreds of you and someone wants to follow those directions along with me, i would LOVE to see your results and compare breads in a week!!
04 October, 2010
01 October, 2010
Starting the Day Off Right
nutritionists, dietitians, doctors, and high school health teachers alike agree that eating breakfast is extraordinarily good for your health. it curbs appetite, meaning you can eat a little less at lunch--hooray portion control!-- it provides energy that you can burn off through the day, and breakfast has a representative from nearly every category of delicious on the food pyramid: bacon, pancakes, waffles, cereals, oatmeal, eggs, milk, bagels, breads, jellies, berry syrups, peanut butter... that might just be my family...
what better way to kick off my new found focus than with one of my all time favorite breakfast foods- eggs in a basket. they go by lots of names-- i've heard toad in the hold, hole in one, bird's nest, and a host of others. they also have a ton of variations in terms of ingredients depending on where you are in the world.
when i was working full time (which, by the by, i think is a joke. i would kill to be able to only work 40 hours a week now. having a child is full time work. until you have kids, you still get at least some days of the month off, usually entire weekends) i would get up every morning and make one of these for myself and one for my husband.
now E leaves at 4 am, so there are no eggs for him. i'm not a good enough wife to sacrifice three good hours of sleep when he can grab one of the 40 nutragrain bars in our pantry.
jp is pretty self sufficient at eating now, so our morning routine is: i plop him in to his high chair, hand him a homemade muffin (those will be coming up in a week or two, when we run out of what i made earlier this week), and head over to my stove. he eats, i cook, then i eat. he's usually still working on his crumbs when i get done. apparently it's pretty hard to eat with any sense of rapidity when you haven't mastered the pincer grip. go figure.
i'm not actually going to include a legit recipe with this. you need a slice of bread with at least one flat side (any bread, really. bread in a bag, homemade, a biscuit or roll will work too), one egg, butter, and a stove/pan.
heat the pan to medium, then do this:
throw your slice o'bread on, crack the egg into the hole, and let'er'rip!!!!!
when the toast is browned on one side, throw a little more butter into the pan, flip the bread, and let the other side brown.
i like to spread cheese on mine when it's done. deliciooooooouuuuuusssssssss
now, here's the "tricky" part. how do you feel about yolks? if you're a leanne, you like your yolk as runny as it can get while the whites still get cooked all the way through. you know the glory of a broken yolk smeared into your cheese and bread and you are intelligent, refined, and probably really good looking. if you're like E, you want your yolk cooked all the way through, soft but solid, you have few taste buds or taste in general (except bed sheets. if you're like E you can pick out amazingly coordinated bedding), and you are good looking, but not as much as your runny-yolk-loving counterparts.
if you want a runny yolk, my way of doing it (which may not be correct, by the way) is to turn the heat up just a tad (maybe a notch or two on a gas, from a 5 to a 6 on an electric) and let the bread and whites cook a little more quickly (think sear, rather than roast). if you want a more firm yolk, keep it at a medium/5 and just cook the toast until it's a VERY golden brown on both sides.
so there's my first deliberately food-ish post.... here goes nothing!!
what better way to kick off my new found focus than with one of my all time favorite breakfast foods- eggs in a basket. they go by lots of names-- i've heard toad in the hold, hole in one, bird's nest, and a host of others. they also have a ton of variations in terms of ingredients depending on where you are in the world.
when i was working full time (which, by the by, i think is a joke. i would kill to be able to only work 40 hours a week now. having a child is full time work. until you have kids, you still get at least some days of the month off, usually entire weekends) i would get up every morning and make one of these for myself and one for my husband.
now E leaves at 4 am, so there are no eggs for him. i'm not a good enough wife to sacrifice three good hours of sleep when he can grab one of the 40 nutragrain bars in our pantry.
jp is pretty self sufficient at eating now, so our morning routine is: i plop him in to his high chair, hand him a homemade muffin (those will be coming up in a week or two, when we run out of what i made earlier this week), and head over to my stove. he eats, i cook, then i eat. he's usually still working on his crumbs when i get done. apparently it's pretty hard to eat with any sense of rapidity when you haven't mastered the pincer grip. go figure.
i'm not actually going to include a legit recipe with this. you need a slice of bread with at least one flat side (any bread, really. bread in a bag, homemade, a biscuit or roll will work too), one egg, butter, and a stove/pan.
heat the pan to medium, then do this:
when the toast is browned on one side, throw a little more butter into the pan, flip the bread, and let the other side brown.
now, here's the "tricky" part. how do you feel about yolks? if you're a leanne, you like your yolk as runny as it can get while the whites still get cooked all the way through. you know the glory of a broken yolk smeared into your cheese and bread and you are intelligent, refined, and probably really good looking. if you're like E, you want your yolk cooked all the way through, soft but solid, you have few taste buds or taste in general (except bed sheets. if you're like E you can pick out amazingly coordinated bedding), and you are good looking, but not as much as your runny-yolk-loving counterparts.
if you want a runny yolk, my way of doing it (which may not be correct, by the way) is to turn the heat up just a tad (maybe a notch or two on a gas, from a 5 to a 6 on an electric) and let the bread and whites cook a little more quickly (think sear, rather than roast). if you want a more firm yolk, keep it at a medium/5 and just cook the toast until it's a VERY golden brown on both sides.
so there's my first deliberately food-ish post.... here goes nothing!!
30 September, 2010
New Directions
this blog will have nothing to do with glee, but my unnecessary love for the show makes me giddy and light headed at my ability to use the team name as my title for a post. also, i sincerely hope that lea michele reads this because it 100% pertains to her. kind of.
i've decided that this blog needs more direction than "write something funny". it's too vague and it often turns into me ranting and complaining about something not worth complaining about. my husband can tell you (behind my back) that i already whine far too much, so i think it's time to turn this ship around and be funny yet PRODUCTIVE!!!!
a dear friend of mine suggested that i pull a julie and julia this summer when i was missing my husband, living with my parents, and in a general funk. unfortunately, the funk strongly resembled the blob and i was rendered immobile, stuck to the ceiling in someone's office, hands unable to fit the pages of a cookbook between my sludge-filled fingers.
but now my son and i are back with my husband, my kitchen aid mixer is out on my counter, and we are slowly reuniting ourselves with our normal food staples.
now, to turn this around on me for a moment! i eat primarily vegetarian-- lacto ovo, which means i eat dairy products and eggs. i also occasionally eat fish and very rarely eat other kinds of meat. i am by no means an animal activist. i can't even think about what happens in processing plants long enough to become offended. i made the choice to eat less meat years ago because it was slightly more cost effective and significantly healthier. meat became a regular part of my diet again when i was pregnant because i had lost so much weight i simply began consuming everything i could stomach to try to gain weight.
we're back to a primarily vegetarian diet now, for ethical, health, and monetary reasons.
for monetary and health reasons, i also make a lot of things from scratch now. i want to use this blog to share recipes, trials, and errors with you. battleofthebulger will be a battle against bulge-- bulging tummies, bulging debts, and bulging.... lack of ethics? that doesn't really make sense, but you get the idea.
i have no credentials and no experience, and most of what i find is on the internet!! but i do have a lot of heart, a lot of humor, and a lot of time on my hands to cook. oh, and i have a bad-ass camera that i can take sweet pictures with, so that might be worth tuning in for!!!
i hope this shift isn't too boring for anyone. however, if it is... reconsider your friendship with me, because my life basically consists of 2 things: my boys and taking care of them. you're getting the method behind the latter, so technically, this blog will center around half of my life. if you find the blog boring, you'll totally hate me!! :)
love you guys
i've decided that this blog needs more direction than "write something funny". it's too vague and it often turns into me ranting and complaining about something not worth complaining about. my husband can tell you (behind my back) that i already whine far too much, so i think it's time to turn this ship around and be funny yet PRODUCTIVE!!!!
a dear friend of mine suggested that i pull a julie and julia this summer when i was missing my husband, living with my parents, and in a general funk. unfortunately, the funk strongly resembled the blob and i was rendered immobile, stuck to the ceiling in someone's office, hands unable to fit the pages of a cookbook between my sludge-filled fingers.
but now my son and i are back with my husband, my kitchen aid mixer is out on my counter, and we are slowly reuniting ourselves with our normal food staples.
now, to turn this around on me for a moment! i eat primarily vegetarian-- lacto ovo, which means i eat dairy products and eggs. i also occasionally eat fish and very rarely eat other kinds of meat. i am by no means an animal activist. i can't even think about what happens in processing plants long enough to become offended. i made the choice to eat less meat years ago because it was slightly more cost effective and significantly healthier. meat became a regular part of my diet again when i was pregnant because i had lost so much weight i simply began consuming everything i could stomach to try to gain weight.
we're back to a primarily vegetarian diet now, for ethical, health, and monetary reasons.
for monetary and health reasons, i also make a lot of things from scratch now. i want to use this blog to share recipes, trials, and errors with you. battleofthebulger will be a battle against bulge-- bulging tummies, bulging debts, and bulging.... lack of ethics? that doesn't really make sense, but you get the idea.
i have no credentials and no experience, and most of what i find is on the internet!! but i do have a lot of heart, a lot of humor, and a lot of time on my hands to cook. oh, and i have a bad-ass camera that i can take sweet pictures with, so that might be worth tuning in for!!!
i hope this shift isn't too boring for anyone. however, if it is... reconsider your friendship with me, because my life basically consists of 2 things: my boys and taking care of them. you're getting the method behind the latter, so technically, this blog will center around half of my life. if you find the blog boring, you'll totally hate me!! :)
love you guys
14 September, 2010
last night i had a dream that i took 8 pregnancy tests. they all came out positive and all had a number on them designating how much HCG was in my body. the first test said .7, the last 4.0. it appeared on the pee stick in cursive.
first of all, once i figure out what i ate before bed last night, it's getting tossed.
after that, me and my dream self are gonna have a little chat about her spending. the chances of getting a false positive once are slim. but to get 2 in the same cycle? pretty much impossible. she could have easily stopped with two. does she realize who's paying for all those pee sticks!?!
it's not her, because every time she waits tables, she gets sat with 5 sets of 8 tops all at once and gets into the weeds so bad that nobody is tipping her. i know it for a fact. usually she just ends up breaking down in the dish pit. i have never seen her work a job successfully.
oh, and her medical bills are piling high from all of her teeth crumbling or falling out. i swear her molars grow back like hydras, 3 in the place of the last one. maybe that's how. maybe she's doing a circus act when i'm awake, pulling her own teeth out and letting people watch the newbs grow in. i bet she charges $5 a head.
i wouldn't pay to see that, but the people in my dreams are a bit off, so i wouldn't put it past them.
if you happen to see dream-leanne, can you please let her know that all this pregnancy test nonsense is out of control, and that she owes me rent?
first of all, once i figure out what i ate before bed last night, it's getting tossed.
after that, me and my dream self are gonna have a little chat about her spending. the chances of getting a false positive once are slim. but to get 2 in the same cycle? pretty much impossible. she could have easily stopped with two. does she realize who's paying for all those pee sticks!?!
it's not her, because every time she waits tables, she gets sat with 5 sets of 8 tops all at once and gets into the weeds so bad that nobody is tipping her. i know it for a fact. usually she just ends up breaking down in the dish pit. i have never seen her work a job successfully.
oh, and her medical bills are piling high from all of her teeth crumbling or falling out. i swear her molars grow back like hydras, 3 in the place of the last one. maybe that's how. maybe she's doing a circus act when i'm awake, pulling her own teeth out and letting people watch the newbs grow in. i bet she charges $5 a head.
i wouldn't pay to see that, but the people in my dreams are a bit off, so i wouldn't put it past them.
if you happen to see dream-leanne, can you please let her know that all this pregnancy test nonsense is out of control, and that she owes me rent?
13 September, 2010
Cat Lovers, Beware
by now you already know that i am brazenly offensive. but thanks to modern day labels, i can call it a disease. i have no idea WHAT disease it is, but i can definitely work my way into the description of at least one.
that one disease, however, is not hoarding.
i've been watching a hoarders marathon all day. up until this point i had only seen parts of a handful of these shows. today i have seen over a half a dozen.
there are obvious common themes. inabilities to cope, tragic beginnings to bad behaviors, denial, defeat.
and cats.
here's the thing: i hate cats and they hate me likewise. i firmly believe this is because they can sense my discomfort and they react. initially they made me ill at ease because i am mildly allergic. that uneasiness led to multiple bites which consequently led to hatred.
cats are demanding, solitary, condescending, and entirely delusional. what other 7-15 pound living thing do you know of that believes it is in control of 160 pound human beings? babies. but babies are cute, so they get a pass.
probably close to 75% of the hoarders have cats. hoarders tend to be demanding, solitary, and entirely delusional, so i think the relationship makes sense.
it's interesting to me how upset these people get when their cats are taken by animal control, or when the cat runs away once it finds an open door, or how sad people are that their cats started killing each other when there were simply too many in too cramped of an environment. a logical person would say "if you loved the cats so much, why wouldn't you clean up so you could keep your house/not have your animals taken away for neglect/not end up finding cats mummified into the floor boards/not be burying shoe boxes full of cat bones that were found on your kitchen counter?"
but, back to the delusional thing. i'm sure they don't even notice if the cats are there, until they are taken away.
but there's something even MORE interesting to me. the cats.
i understand that the hoarders themselves are mentally ill.
but the cats... LEAVE!!! it doesn't seem that difficult to me! the people whose house you're staying in wouldn't even notice if you were gone! seriously, just slip outside while they're busy catching falling items from the 8 foot tall stack of pitted olive jars. chances are they didn't adopt you from a shelter, they took you in when you kept showing up because they had an abundance of food to offer you (mostly olives) and they were lonelier than jabba the hut (seriously, do you really think he had friends at the end of the day? no way. he ate them all).
sooooo... if you are eating cat food that has insect eggs in it, being attacked by the persian cat army, sleeping in a rusted cage, and twisting your tiny kitty ankles with every step, hit the streets. you obviously already know how to scavenge.
and that leads me here: is it possible that cats have mental disorders as well? not cat in its right mind would willingly live in those situations.
and if cats CAN have mental disorders...
sweet mother of pearl, i'll take a dog please.
and a personal organizer. my piles of laundry are starting to upset me.
that one disease, however, is not hoarding.
i've been watching a hoarders marathon all day. up until this point i had only seen parts of a handful of these shows. today i have seen over a half a dozen.
there are obvious common themes. inabilities to cope, tragic beginnings to bad behaviors, denial, defeat.
and cats.
here's the thing: i hate cats and they hate me likewise. i firmly believe this is because they can sense my discomfort and they react. initially they made me ill at ease because i am mildly allergic. that uneasiness led to multiple bites which consequently led to hatred.
cats are demanding, solitary, condescending, and entirely delusional. what other 7-15 pound living thing do you know of that believes it is in control of 160 pound human beings? babies. but babies are cute, so they get a pass.
probably close to 75% of the hoarders have cats. hoarders tend to be demanding, solitary, and entirely delusional, so i think the relationship makes sense.
it's interesting to me how upset these people get when their cats are taken by animal control, or when the cat runs away once it finds an open door, or how sad people are that their cats started killing each other when there were simply too many in too cramped of an environment. a logical person would say "if you loved the cats so much, why wouldn't you clean up so you could keep your house/not have your animals taken away for neglect/not end up finding cats mummified into the floor boards/not be burying shoe boxes full of cat bones that were found on your kitchen counter?"
but, back to the delusional thing. i'm sure they don't even notice if the cats are there, until they are taken away.
but there's something even MORE interesting to me. the cats.
i understand that the hoarders themselves are mentally ill.
but the cats... LEAVE!!! it doesn't seem that difficult to me! the people whose house you're staying in wouldn't even notice if you were gone! seriously, just slip outside while they're busy catching falling items from the 8 foot tall stack of pitted olive jars. chances are they didn't adopt you from a shelter, they took you in when you kept showing up because they had an abundance of food to offer you (mostly olives) and they were lonelier than jabba the hut (seriously, do you really think he had friends at the end of the day? no way. he ate them all).
sooooo... if you are eating cat food that has insect eggs in it, being attacked by the persian cat army, sleeping in a rusted cage, and twisting your tiny kitty ankles with every step, hit the streets. you obviously already know how to scavenge.
and that leads me here: is it possible that cats have mental disorders as well? not cat in its right mind would willingly live in those situations.
and if cats CAN have mental disorders...
sweet mother of pearl, i'll take a dog please.
and a personal organizer. my piles of laundry are starting to upset me.
01 September, 2010
Double Standards, Something Like Ice Cream, and A Video
this is going to go in a few different directions before it comes to a glorious culmination of awesome.
there's a double standard in parenting. who's shocked? anyone?
i'm sure the double standard you're thinking of is not the one i'm going to talk about, which leads me to this conclusion: parenting should never, ever work, yet somehow we keep managing to make it happen, and in some instances, make it work.
tim gunn would be a great dad. "well daddy, i was thinking about making a model of planet earth out of lead, mercury, and asbestos as a commentary on our society's lack of vision and concern for future generations." "ok, i'm a little concerned that this is going to be tasteless. these materials, if not handled properly, could be a total disaster. your sketch is promising, and i love the color palette, but it's going to take a lot of precision. make it work."
back to the double standard. dads are almost invariably the parental unit to introduce kids to soda, doritos, pixie sticks, and the host of other terrible foods and drinks that result in children who never sleep and mothers who turn gray by the age of 28. and when dads do these things, we giggle and roll our eyes and say things like "father-son/daughter bonding" or "aw, a dad's rite of passage" or "YOU'RE GOING TO BE THE ONE WHO STAYS UP WITH JACK WHEN HE'S BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS AT 2 AM!!!!!!!"
but when you see a mom giving her child a sip of her diet pepsi, your jaw drops. "omg becky, did you see that? doesn't she know what's in sodas!? i bet her kid has no teeth from bottle rot and she probably does heroine in their living room. oh, and they're on welfare and she's pregnant right now. with twins from two different men. we'll see her on maury in a year."
next on the agenda!
i am white. my husband is white. i'm not talking ethnicity. i would say caucasian in that instance, to be PC. not the computer. i'm a mac. just wanted to clarify that.
when i say we are white i am almost exclusively talking about our dance moves. my husband will tell you that his wrestling background formed him into a smooth operator with excellent hip control, thus forming him into an exceptional dancer.
do not listen to him. he is a very good looking, delusional liar.
vanilla ice should be a hero for people like me. first of all, his stage name alone represents everything we stand for. it sort of sounds hard, but when you really look at it, it doesn't make any sense. vanilla ice. ok, white=vanilla. ice=cold. so he's a tall iced latte no whip? or is he gelato?
for the record, i've never heard a news report stating that both the driver and passengers of a drive-by were sipping starbucks or enjoying a creamy baskin robbins creation while gunning down some bloods who were on the wrong side of town.
he couldn't even come up with his own beat. and he found a legal way to get away with it. remember the interview? "well, ours is dumdumdumdadadumdum-dum-dumdumdumdadadumdum, theirs is dumdumdumdadadumdum-dumdumdumdadadumdum. it's the 'dum'".
you're right vanilly (that's his hood name), it is in the dum(b).
people like me act tough. we want the outside world to think we pose some kind of threat, that we could beat down anyone who messed with us. the truth of the matter is that we would probably just get a lawyer to bury you in paperwork.
i've only held a gun once, and i cried. however, i shot santa right between the eyes when i finally conjured up the courage to pull the trigger. i still have nightmares.
ready for the culmination?
here is my response to the daddy double standard, a result of my horrible whiteness, and why you should never be scared of me or anyone in my family.
tim gun would be so proud.
30 August, 2010
I'm Not Always Funny
but generally speaking, that's my default personality. it's my social tool, conversation starter, and defense mechanism.
however, this will not be funny.
my niece is sort of in renal failure. creatinine levels over 1.0 mark kidney failure in a kid her size and her number is 1.3. however, it may be something as simple as draining her kidneys that solves the problem. she was born with a double blockage, so this wasn't entirely a shock, but it certainly feels like it.
pray for her, for her parents. surgery is also a likely solution as well. both treatments are risky.
hang on a second while i grab my soapbox and get it balanced on my pedestal.
now that i'm up here, let's talk.
creatinine is the waste product from creatine. creatine is a natural by-product of muscle contractions.
do you recognize the word "creatine"?
i did.
CREATINE!!! IT CAN MAKE YOUR MUSCLES GINORMOUS!!!!! YOU'LL BE BUFF!!!!! GIRLS WILL THINK YOU'RE HOT!!!!! YOU WILL BE SUCCESSFUL!!!!!! ALL YOU NEED ARE MUSCLES AND A RIDICULOUSLY FAKE TAN AND YOUR SELF ESTEEM WILL BE HIGHER THAN MT. KILIMANJARO!!!
it was a controversial additive to body building formulas. "is this safe, is this a drug" blah blah. it's not a drug.
however, i can't back the notion that it's safe either, though body building companies swear by it.
what do i know though, i'm just some lowly female consumer who doesn't body build and has no idea what my personal creatinine levels look like. i have no medical degree or training. my credentials are... oh my gosh, just about the same as spokespersons for companies who put creatine in their products... WHOA.
i could go off about this in 2000 word rant easily, but i'll paraphrase: creatine makes creatinine. too much creatinine? renal failure. creatine comes from muscle contractions. body builders are already producing more creatine naturally, and then adding even more. but it's safe.
how many other drugs, chemicals, medicines, did we think were safe? we handed cigarettes to our troops in MREs less than a half a century ago. lung cancer, emphysema.
we created tanning beds. melanoma.
we put asbestos in our homes. mesothelioma.
want a really controversial one? birth control. stroke, infertility.
this post really has nothing to do with little aliza jane.
it has to do with me. with my family, my son, my choices, my knowledge. a neighbor informed me that oxybenzone, an active ingredient in sunscreen, is suspected to be an endocrine disruptor. translation? it screws up your sex hormones, i.e. testosterone and estrogen.
who do you put sunscreen on most?
your kids.
i'm not going to tell anyone else how to live their life, what choices to make. but i will say for myself, i'll be damned if i go to a store and buy the cheapest, easiest version of something without considering possible long term effects.
and yes, i'm aware that there are always going to be foods, toys, clothes, products, that pose a threat. i cannot avoid everything. but when there is a label right in front of my face listing the ingredients, and i am fully literate, there is no excuse. i owe it to myself, to my husband, to my son, to read that label.
ok, let me jump down.
send out some love to my sister and her husband. i cannot even imagine how scary this is for them, and i hope i never have to imagine.
also, we're leaving for home (WITH DADDY!!!!) in 3 days, so blogging will drop off a bit while i unpack and set up our monstrous new house (i wonder if i'll look back in 10 years and laugh at how i thought 1500 sq. ft. was monstrous). but i promise when i post again, it'll be funny!!!
however, this will not be funny.
my niece is sort of in renal failure. creatinine levels over 1.0 mark kidney failure in a kid her size and her number is 1.3. however, it may be something as simple as draining her kidneys that solves the problem. she was born with a double blockage, so this wasn't entirely a shock, but it certainly feels like it.
pray for her, for her parents. surgery is also a likely solution as well. both treatments are risky.
hang on a second while i grab my soapbox and get it balanced on my pedestal.
now that i'm up here, let's talk.
creatinine is the waste product from creatine. creatine is a natural by-product of muscle contractions.
do you recognize the word "creatine"?
i did.
CREATINE!!! IT CAN MAKE YOUR MUSCLES GINORMOUS!!!!! YOU'LL BE BUFF!!!!! GIRLS WILL THINK YOU'RE HOT!!!!! YOU WILL BE SUCCESSFUL!!!!!! ALL YOU NEED ARE MUSCLES AND A RIDICULOUSLY FAKE TAN AND YOUR SELF ESTEEM WILL BE HIGHER THAN MT. KILIMANJARO!!!
it was a controversial additive to body building formulas. "is this safe, is this a drug" blah blah. it's not a drug.
however, i can't back the notion that it's safe either, though body building companies swear by it.
what do i know though, i'm just some lowly female consumer who doesn't body build and has no idea what my personal creatinine levels look like. i have no medical degree or training. my credentials are... oh my gosh, just about the same as spokespersons for companies who put creatine in their products... WHOA.
i could go off about this in 2000 word rant easily, but i'll paraphrase: creatine makes creatinine. too much creatinine? renal failure. creatine comes from muscle contractions. body builders are already producing more creatine naturally, and then adding even more. but it's safe.
how many other drugs, chemicals, medicines, did we think were safe? we handed cigarettes to our troops in MREs less than a half a century ago. lung cancer, emphysema.
we created tanning beds. melanoma.
we put asbestos in our homes. mesothelioma.
want a really controversial one? birth control. stroke, infertility.
this post really has nothing to do with little aliza jane.
it has to do with me. with my family, my son, my choices, my knowledge. a neighbor informed me that oxybenzone, an active ingredient in sunscreen, is suspected to be an endocrine disruptor. translation? it screws up your sex hormones, i.e. testosterone and estrogen.
who do you put sunscreen on most?
your kids.
i'm not going to tell anyone else how to live their life, what choices to make. but i will say for myself, i'll be damned if i go to a store and buy the cheapest, easiest version of something without considering possible long term effects.
and yes, i'm aware that there are always going to be foods, toys, clothes, products, that pose a threat. i cannot avoid everything. but when there is a label right in front of my face listing the ingredients, and i am fully literate, there is no excuse. i owe it to myself, to my husband, to my son, to read that label.
ok, let me jump down.
send out some love to my sister and her husband. i cannot even imagine how scary this is for them, and i hope i never have to imagine.
also, we're leaving for home (WITH DADDY!!!!) in 3 days, so blogging will drop off a bit while i unpack and set up our monstrous new house (i wonder if i'll look back in 10 years and laugh at how i thought 1500 sq. ft. was monstrous). but i promise when i post again, it'll be funny!!!
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