Eat This, Not....... Rodent Pellets

I recently bought the book, Eat This, Not That by David Zinczenko. It has a lot of great tips for cutting fat and calories and upping the fiber intake, and I totally recommend it, blah, blah, blah, but all that is not what I wanted to share with you.

There is a little section in this book dedicated to the wrong kind of protein.... "the little bonus ingredients the FDA allows in your food."

Here's the chart.

FOOD.................... CAN CONTAIN UP TO...

Canned pineapple...... 20% moldy fruit

Canned tomatoes....... 5 fly eggs or 2 maggots per 500 grams

Frozen Broccoli.......... 60 mites per 100 grams

Ground cinnamon........ 400 insect fragments and 11 rodent hairs per 50 grams

Peanut Butter........ 30 insect fragments or 1 rodent hard per 100 grams

Popcorn............ 1 rodent pellet in one sample or 2 rodent hairs per pound

Potato Chips........ 6% rotten potatoes

Funny stuff, huh? At first glance, it grosses me out to think this, but then I realize that similar stuff is probably on my dishes that I eat off of, in my clean bed sheets, and flying into my mouth while I sleep.

Just some food/insect fragments for thought, I guess. Chew on that.

Miami Review: Running, Empty Bank Accounts, and Holes in my Head

So, last weekend was a long weekend that Grant and I had been looking forward to for quite some time. The boys would be at my parents, and we would be in sunny Florida ....The trip lived up to our expectations.... I'll tell you about it.

Thursday night we went to see Dave Berry, a humor columnist, do some stand-up. While we were among some of the youngest people in the crowd, it was a great show. If he is ever performing near you, I totally recommend him.

Our hotel wasn't exactly in the heart of South Beach, where all the action is, but it was a really nice hotel. Anyhow, because of this distance, taking cabs every trip would have been a lot of money, so Grant and I ended up renting a scooter for a few days. I was scared at first, because Miami traffic is crazy. As Dave Berry said, "every driver down here drives by the rules, of his or her own country of origin, that is." I was sure a crazy cab driver would take us out, so I was decked out in the dorkiest helmet most of the time, but it was cool. Safety first!



While down there we had some of the greatest meals, although we couldn't pronounce them. Some of the restaurants we went to were way out of our league, and literally broke us, but hey, that's South Beach for ya. We're not complaining though, we had the best sushi we have ever had.

Saturday morning, bright and early, I had my little 5-k run. I did it! I hated every second of it, because, yes, I still hate running, but I did it. It was gorgeous though. I ran over a causeway into the sunrise and then along a beach drive.



Grant's half marathon was Sunday morning. He did a great job. His time was around 1:55, not quite his goal, but still very good. I'd post a picture, but.... I ..... uhhhh.... slept through it. Sorry babe! But in my defense, it started at 6am. He told me not to come and took the camera himself, just didn't take any pictures.



One night while we were there, we walked around trying to find the Miami Ink shop. On a whim, and with the help of a friend, who sort of peer pressured me into it, I decided to get another hole in my head. Miami Ink, now Love-Hate Tattoos, weren't doing piercings that night, but showed us to another shop down the street. And that is where I got this done...




Call it a quarter-life crisis, if you like. I don't know how long I'll keep it in. Not forever though... don't worry, Mom. :)

Jabbermouth

Cash is saying so many new words everyday now. I thought I would share some of my favorites with you.

I'm poopy!

Bless you!

Stinky

Cookies

Cake

Baby

No! No! No! No! No!

Drive Drive Drive

I'm Funny!

Puppy Ripley

Thankyou

Bye Bye

He says all the standard things too, Mama, Dada, Jagger, Cash, and can name quite a few body parts, foods, and animals.

He does, however, refuse to say Please. When we tell him to say please, he just says whatever it is that he wants again, and a lot louder. It's quite rude, actually.

I think we need to call the doctor

Last night, about an hour after Jagger had been put in bed, he came into the living room and shared some startling news with Grant and me.

He said, "When I go to sleep, my stomach is still alive, and tonight my brain fell all the way to my stomach!!! That's why I can't go to sleep."

Has anyone ever heard of this medical condition? I don't know what to do. Should I call the doctor? I don't know much, but I do know that a stomach is no place for a brain to fall.

I feel like I have some catching up to do....

...for my ones of readers that have been anxiously awaiting a post in over two weeks now. I know....Finally....you can stop biting your nails now.

For those that were concerned and have asked, Cash's hand has healed beautifully. He is as good as new. Here he is demonstrating that he knows the correct way to eat an Oreo.

The holidays came and went, and we had a great time. Here's a couple pics.

Why is my family wearing Hastings College shirts (a place we have never been to or even heard of) and why are we in a pyramid? Who knows...It must have been all the tequila shots my mom poured. Yeah, that's it.

I'd give you more pics of the little guys, but my camera/USB cord is acting spastic. So I will have to get to that later, which, will again, keep all you readers on the edge of your seat, I am sure.