Nature is SO COOL

January 31, 2008

This is a shameless repost; I’m copying this directly from Jamie because I thought it was too cool not to share. 


A sliced carrot looks like the human eye The pupil, iris and radiating lines look just like the human eye…and YES science now shows that carrots greatly enhance blood flow to and function of the eyes.

A tomato has four chambers and is red. The heart is red and has four chambers. All of the research shows tomatoes are indeed pure heart and blood food.

Grapes hang in a cluster that has the shape of the heart. Each grape looks like a blood cell and all of the research today shows that grapes are also profound heart and blood vitalizing food.

A walnut looks like a little brain, a left and right hemisphere, upper cerebrums and lower cerebellums. Even the wrinkles or folds are on the nut just like the neo-cortex. We now know that walnuts help develop over 3 dozen neuron-transmitters for brain function.
Kidney beans actually heal and help maintain kidney function and yes, they look exactly like the human kidneys.

Celery, bok choy, rhubarb and more look just like bones. These foods specifically target bone strength. Bones are 23% sodium and these foods are 23% sodium. If you don’t have enough sodium in your diet the body pulls it from the bones, making them weak. These foods replenish the skeletal needs of the body.

Eggplant, avocadoes and pears target the health and function of the womb and cervix of the female – they look just like these organs. Today’s research shows that when a woman eats 1 avocado a week, it balances hormones, sheds unwanted birth weight and prevents cervical cancers. And how profound is this? .. It takes exactly 9 months to grow an avocado from blossom to ripened fruit. There are over 14,000 photolytic chemical constituents of nutrition in each one of these foods (modern science has only studied and named about 141 of them).

Figs are full of seeds and hang in twos when they grow. Figs increase the mobility of male sperm and increase the numbers of sperm well to overcome male sterility.

Sweet potatoes look like the pancreas and actually balance the glycemic index of diabetics.

Olives assist the health and function of the ovaries.

Grapefruits, oranges , and other citrus fruits look just like the mammary glands of the female and actually assist the health of the breasts and the movement of lymph in and out of the breasts.

Onions look like body cells. Today’s research shows that onions help clear waste materials from all of the body cells They even produce tears which wash the epithelial layers of the eyes.


One More Point for California

January 28, 2008

In the past month, Paul must have prefaced 20 sentences with the phrase “when we move to Michigan…”  That is not to include other statements like “unless we’re somewhere colder next year.”  It’s been really good for him to think this way, as it reduces his stress and frustration that housing, while dropping, is still out of reach, and the public schools are scary (to say nothing of the news… just don’t watch the news… no matter what.)

I’m really fine with whatever happens.  With as much as we’ve moved, and to all the diverse locations, I’m pretty confident when I say that we can be happy anywhere.  (After all, we used to say we’d live anywhere but Utah or Southern California and we actually like it here.  Most days.) 

The hardest thing about leaving California, when and if it ever happens, won’t be Disneyland (surprised?), nor the plethora of children’s museums, nor even the opportunity to take a walk nearly every day of the year.  Ther hardest thing about leaving California will be leaving our friends.  To that I would like to add that the only short haircuts I’ve liked have all been here.  April is one amazing hairdresser!

I had been working both Paul and Boy Blue up for a while for the news that I would be cutting my hair.  Boy Blue is not only a puller, but a twister, biter, and gnawer.  I just couldn’t take it any longer.  The best solution was to pull my hair back in a braid, but that wasn’t foolproof either.  After months of that, even I was getting tired of my frumpy style.  Added to the frump was the disheveled look I always had from the little one, and I finally couldn’t take it any longer.

I really made Paul nervous.  In some of my more desperate moments I claimed to want a pixie cut, or a full buzz.  He didn’t know when to take me seriously and was very concerned with the whole prospect, but understood that I was my own woman and that I couldn’t continue this any longer.  On Saturday he solemnly drove our family out to Upland for my haircut.  Before he and Kevin went out to pick up the food he beseeched April not to make me look like a “butch lesbian.”  She found his nerves endearing and screamed, “oh no, Heather, I’m sorry!” when we heard the boys come back in.

It’s shorter than it has ever been since I met Paul, but he surprisingly likes it.  I love it.  It’s longer than my chin, but not as long as to touch my shoulders.  It feels so good.  Not wierd, not even for a second.  It’s the first short haircut I’ve had that didn’t take getting use to.  (And yes, it was 8 inches so I was able to donate again to Beautiful Lengths.)

April is clearly a winner with my haircuts.  Paul likes them, I like them, and they’re cute and still low-maintenance.  When/if we ever leave California, I will miss her friendship, and her skills. 

The Cat Came Back

January 28, 2008

… with a vengence.

We had a break for several good, long, happy months.  Unfortunately we have been marked more than four times this month.  I know it’s because the litter of feral cats is now prowling around at the resident territorial neighbourhood cat is back to mark his land.  I’ve planted lavender in the plant beds directly across from our front door, and it is a minor victory in that there’s no new cat poo in the garden, but the lavender isn’t strong enough to keep that cat from peeing on our door.  (It isn’t the new family, they pee downstairs in the parking garage.  Officially our building is the stinky house on the block.  Blech.)

The City has already received numerous calls, but until they do something, we’re going to keep calling.  This just isn’t sanitary!

… but I’m glad I planted the lavender.  I hope it gets enough sunlight to thrive.  I really like lavender.

You Can Take the Teacher out of the Classroom . . .

January 23, 2008

I never had strong feelings about preschool.  I didn’t care if my children went or not, and I didn’t feel it was especially significant.  Last spring when my friends were skipping playgroup to do preschool tours I didn’t feel left out.  I was still enjoying having Little Red home with me.  And anyway, it just wasn’t in the budget.

I planned on buying the Joy School curriculum and teaching Little Red on my own, but autumn came and went before I gave it a second thought.  We were having fun, and he was learning in a more natural environment.  Two weeks ago Tara asked about preschools around here, and Andrea and I both replied that a good one was pretty pricey, and that we just tried to do lots of stimulating activities with the boys.  Tara then asked the question I’ve been waiting for all year, “would any of you be interested in a homeschool preschool?”

I was so excited about this perfect situation that I offered to teach first.  Yesterday the three boys sat at our purchased-for-the-occasion Mammut table and we sang, coloured, and wrote the letter “A”.   (We’re doing a letter a week.)  It was a blast and the two hours just seemed to fly by! 

I’m so excited that my little boy is growing up, and so happy that I can participate in it.  For the next two weeks he’ll be at the homes of the other two mothers, and then back here.  I think it’s a perfect situation for us.  And now I’m finally excited about preschool!!!  (Sorry to my husband, though, because obssessed-teacher-Zen is coming back.)

Matching Scars

January 16, 2008

This doesn’t bode well for Boy Blue.  Last night his older brother joined ranks with his parents with a trip to the hospital for a head wound.  Thanks to modern medicine they were able to glue him back together whereas Paul and I have both had stitches in our heads.  (Me when I was much younger than Little Red, and Paul multiple times.  You may now scoff and mutter under your breath that that explains it — even Paul did last night when I told him about when I fell off the sewing machine table and it fell on top of me.)

In last night’s story, however, it was a case of exhuberance.  He came running out of the bathroom and probably slipped on the tile.  In the fight of Little Red vs. the wall, the score is 0-1.  The wall stood its ground and Little Red flew back with such force that he nearly hit the wall behind him.

We triaged him well, beginning with butterfly bandages and then covering that with gauze for good measure, and while my husband got everything together for another trip to the hospital I held him in my arms.  “What song would you like me to sing?” I asked.  Lately he’s been asking for either the ABCs or Santa Claus is Coming to Town.  I was impressed at his maturity when, during such a time of stress, he turned to what would bring the most comfort: Jesus Wants Me for a Sunbeam, and then I Am A Child of God.  After Paul gave him a quick blessing, they were off — Little Red’s first trip to the ER without me.

Everyone at the hospital was impressed with how brave and strong he was, never crying, not even when they cleaned his wound before they glued him up.  When it was over they looked for stickers to reward such a big boy, found none, and sent him home with a lollipop, bubbles, and some candy.  Paul called to tell me they were leaving the hospital and I could hear Little Red cheerfully saying goodbye to everyone they saw.  He wants to be a doctor when he grows up.  I think he’ll be a good one.

His right forehead will never be the same, but now he’s even more of a clone of my husband.  (I believe Paul got his from the infamous Paul on black ice vs. the Dumpster.)  So far Boy Blue has not required a trip to the ER … but as I watch the boys play I know that it’s only a matter of time. 

SOB Story

January 11, 2008

Have you been inside a classroom lately?  Who is most likely to get a D or an F on an assignment?  Who is most likely to be considered a discipline problem?  Who is most likely to have been diagnosed and/or on meds?  If you guessed “a boy” to any of these, you’re right.  Now, I’m not saying that these problems are exclusive to boys, nor am I saying that all boys run into these problems, but it does seem to be a bigger problem for boys than girls.  It is a problem entirely of our own making.

With every decade we are increasingly more concerned with obesity, as we simultaneously improve our technologies: television, video games, computers.  Likewise we have astronomical rates of ADHD.  Are there legitimate cases of ADHD and other disorders?  Certainly.  I believe, however, that many of those who have been diagnosed are just simply boys.  The problem isn’t with them, it’s with us and our lack of understanding their needs.

I’m not here to criticize our system of education, I was a public school teacher myself.  What I want is to become an advocate for our boys, an advocate that the same zeal we put toward keeping girls from falling behind in math and science in the 90s should be applied to keeping boys from falling behind. 

I’m furthering my study of boys with Michael Gurian’s “The Minds of Boys.”  So far it’s a wonderful book.  I realize I may never have to be an advocate for my boys, but the reality is, I may.  I want to be prepared.

Please, let’s Save Our Boys.

With Love, From Me to You

January 6, 2008

I’ll admit it, I’m not a great gift giver.  Some people are, and I’m not.  I’m getting better, but it is one of those examples of a weakness becoming a strength (and that’s not a quick process!)  The problems with gift-giving can be twofold.

The first problem is actually thinking to give the gift.  In addition to mandatory gift events there are some people who are aware of the other gift-giving opportunities.  I’m not that person.  I think it’s partly because as a child I missed a lot of social cues, but also because as an early adult in our college-life we had no money nor did our friends.  It’s only now as a grown up that I’m learning the intricacies of social gifts.

The second problem with gift-giving is finding just the right gift.  It’s tempting to purchase something you would want instead of what they would want, or to just walk in the store and get something.   This is a more sophisticated and delicate art.  I have an especially hard time shopping for someone whom I perceive as being financially comfortable because I immediately assume they can get for themselves anything they want or need, and I worry that a homemade gift would seem cheap.

I think every year I’m getting better at both of these aspects of gift giving, but I still have  a long way to go.  To anyone who has ever opened a gift from me and thought, “huh”, and to those who never got a gift, please remember that I’m still learning.  (I’m still learning, incidently, was the original title of this blog.)