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Saturday, June 27, 2009
Mira Quote of the Day
On Monday, I took the kids to the Bicentennial Mall fountains. As I was playing with Miriam's hair, trying to pull it up for her, she turns around and says to me with all sincerity, "Mommy, my hair is NOT a toy."
(The picture is of Miriam with baby Arianna, one of her favorite babies. The daughter of our new friends, John and Ruthie, she is an absolute angel!)
Friday, June 26, 2009
Food & Stuff Re-post from September 3, 2007
Original post written on September 3, 2007: http://herroyalexcitedness.blogspot.com/2007/09/food-and-stuff.html.
Food and Stuff
While I'm no expert, I am a reader, and that, at least, makes me informed. I also like to eat. Excellent food paired with good conversation (and, occasionally, no conversation at all) is one of our family's core values.
We like to eat out. We like to eat at friends' houses. We like to eat at home. We like to eat in the car. We like to eat outside. We just like to eat.
I forget that the way we eat has been completely revolutionized until I get around other people.
Recently, my husband went on a grocery run with one of his friends. His friend said, "Everything in your cart is perishable. It's all going to go bad." Well, sure, if we left it in our cabinet forever, but we usually eat what we buy that week. The fruit goes on the counter for Judah to help himself (he's becoming more and more self-sufficient) and it's what we eat instead of chips, cheetos, crackers, cookies. . . .
Most of our vegetables come from a local farmer's garden, and they're usually consumed by the next grocery run as well. Anything we're not too keen on, we give away. Okra went to Grandma a couple weeks ago. Extra watermelon went to our neighbor. Occasionally, we have fruit or vegetables that do go bad. We now add them to our composter so we'll have some decent soil and keep bags of trash out of landfills. (Between recycling and composting, we're down to one kitchen-sized bag of trash each week--mostly Miriam's diapers--but that's another entry entirely).
We try desperately to avoid partially hydrogenated oil, high fructose corn syrup, anything that says it has artificial flavors and/or colors, anything "white," which usually means it has been bleached or processed to death then "enriched"--white flour, white sugar, white rice, white bread--(you could eat cardboard and take a multi-vitamin for the same effect.)
Years ago, a friend said that the shorter the ingredient list, the better the food. Someone else said that if she can't pronounce the ingredients, she doesn't buy it. I recently read that someone eats only foods with one ingredient. Those would be "whole" foods.
Our bodies don't know what to do with fake stuff. We're not designed to ingest plastic in the name of food and become healthier and live longer as a result. Quite the opposite.
In The Oiling of America, Enig & Fallon write, "Trans fatty acids are sufficiently similar to natural fats that the body readily incorporates them into the cell membrane; once there their altered chemical structure creates havoc with thousands of necessary chemical reactions—everything from energy provision to prostaglandin production. . . . most of the trans isomers in modern hydrogenated fats are new to the human physiology and by the early 1970's a number of researchers had expressed concern about their presence in the American diet, noting that their increasing use had paralleled the increase in both heart disease and cancer. The unstated solution was one that could be easily presented to the public: Eat natural, traditional fats; avoid newfangled foods made from vegetable oils; use butter, not margarine." (emphasis mine)
James forwarded an article to me a few days ago (it took me three days to read it, but I finally read the whole thing) from The New York Times: Unhappy Meals by Michael Pollan, January 28, 2007. Excellent read.
What it boils down to is this: Real food has been largely replaced in America with processed, boxed, labeled, nutrionally-deficient "stuff." It's not real food. It tries to pretend to be food through "nutrionism." Nutritionism, according to Wikipedia, is an ideology that assumes that it is the scientifically identified nutrients in foods that determine their value in the diet. [1] Ever heard of lycopene? Ketchup sellers use it to get you to buy ketchup. They actually want you to think that the high fructose corn syrup-laden goop is somehow "good" for you. That it could help your body fight cancer. Give me a break.
The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Ah, synergy. Never thought I'd say that food is synergistic. But it is. It truly is.
Eat a tomato. Enjoy it fresh from the garden, warmed by the sun. A bottle of ketchup with a 2008 expiration date doesn't begin to compare to my garden-fresh, ripe, delivered the same day, grown an hour away, truly delicious tomatoes. Sliced with a smidgen of sea salt or sandwiched or diced and tossed into my husband's fresh gazpacho, mmmmmmm.
In case you were wondering, we didn't get here overnight, and we didn't grow up eating healthy food. Just a few years ago, I was pregnant in Africa and craving all kinds of cheesy, processed junk. It was somehow comforting to me to eat "cheese" crackers ("made with REAL cheese!"--what else have they been making it with? Think about it). It took a LONG time for me to reach for a piece of fruit instead of a bag of chips. For my son, however, the fruit is much more appealing. Praise God.
Speaking of fruit, Judah was upset tonight when I told him we didn't have any more plums. "May I have an apple, then?"
"You ate the last apple right before you took a nap on the couch."
"Then tell me what we do have."
"We don't have any more fruit. We'll have to buy some more."
"No more fruit? Why?"
"Because we ate it all."
I thought he was going to cry. Then he ate almost all of my zuchinni. Little stinker.
Oh, I could write about this all night. It's 10:00, though, and I need to join my husband upstairs and drift off to sleep. I have so much more to say, but I'll save it for another post. I'm re-reading Food Politics by Marion Nestle and I'm hoping to read Eating in the Dark by Kathleen Hart before I have to take both books back to the library. I may post a few quotes from both books and comment on them. Reminds me a little of school. Can you tell I miss researching and writing on a regular basis?
Now that James is back home, I should be on here more often. I hope so.
A quick addendum:
Now that we've discovered roasted okra, we never give it away anymore.
Food and Stuff
While I'm no expert, I am a reader, and that, at least, makes me informed. I also like to eat. Excellent food paired with good conversation (and, occasionally, no conversation at all) is one of our family's core values.
We like to eat out. We like to eat at friends' houses. We like to eat at home. We like to eat in the car. We like to eat outside. We just like to eat.
I forget that the way we eat has been completely revolutionized until I get around other people.
Recently, my husband went on a grocery run with one of his friends. His friend said, "Everything in your cart is perishable. It's all going to go bad." Well, sure, if we left it in our cabinet forever, but we usually eat what we buy that week. The fruit goes on the counter for Judah to help himself (he's becoming more and more self-sufficient) and it's what we eat instead of chips, cheetos, crackers, cookies. . . .
Most of our vegetables come from a local farmer's garden, and they're usually consumed by the next grocery run as well. Anything we're not too keen on, we give away. Okra went to Grandma a couple weeks ago. Extra watermelon went to our neighbor. Occasionally, we have fruit or vegetables that do go bad. We now add them to our composter so we'll have some decent soil and keep bags of trash out of landfills. (Between recycling and composting, we're down to one kitchen-sized bag of trash each week--mostly Miriam's diapers--but that's another entry entirely).
We try desperately to avoid partially hydrogenated oil, high fructose corn syrup, anything that says it has artificial flavors and/or colors, anything "white," which usually means it has been bleached or processed to death then "enriched"--white flour, white sugar, white rice, white bread--(you could eat cardboard and take a multi-vitamin for the same effect.)
Years ago, a friend said that the shorter the ingredient list, the better the food. Someone else said that if she can't pronounce the ingredients, she doesn't buy it. I recently read that someone eats only foods with one ingredient. Those would be "whole" foods.
Our bodies don't know what to do with fake stuff. We're not designed to ingest plastic in the name of food and become healthier and live longer as a result. Quite the opposite.
In The Oiling of America, Enig & Fallon write, "Trans fatty acids are sufficiently similar to natural fats that the body readily incorporates them into the cell membrane; once there their altered chemical structure creates havoc with thousands of necessary chemical reactions—everything from energy provision to prostaglandin production. . . . most of the trans isomers in modern hydrogenated fats are new to the human physiology and by the early 1970's a number of researchers had expressed concern about their presence in the American diet, noting that their increasing use had paralleled the increase in both heart disease and cancer. The unstated solution was one that could be easily presented to the public: Eat natural, traditional fats; avoid newfangled foods made from vegetable oils; use butter, not margarine." (emphasis mine)
James forwarded an article to me a few days ago (it took me three days to read it, but I finally read the whole thing) from The New York Times: Unhappy Meals by Michael Pollan, January 28, 2007. Excellent read.
What it boils down to is this: Real food has been largely replaced in America with processed, boxed, labeled, nutrionally-deficient "stuff." It's not real food. It tries to pretend to be food through "nutrionism." Nutritionism, according to Wikipedia, is an ideology that assumes that it is the scientifically identified nutrients in foods that determine their value in the diet. [1] Ever heard of lycopene? Ketchup sellers use it to get you to buy ketchup. They actually want you to think that the high fructose corn syrup-laden goop is somehow "good" for you. That it could help your body fight cancer. Give me a break.
The whole is greater than the sum of its parts. Ah, synergy. Never thought I'd say that food is synergistic. But it is. It truly is.
Eat a tomato. Enjoy it fresh from the garden, warmed by the sun. A bottle of ketchup with a 2008 expiration date doesn't begin to compare to my garden-fresh, ripe, delivered the same day, grown an hour away, truly delicious tomatoes. Sliced with a smidgen of sea salt or sandwiched or diced and tossed into my husband's fresh gazpacho, mmmmmmm.
In case you were wondering, we didn't get here overnight, and we didn't grow up eating healthy food. Just a few years ago, I was pregnant in Africa and craving all kinds of cheesy, processed junk. It was somehow comforting to me to eat "cheese" crackers ("made with REAL cheese!"--what else have they been making it with? Think about it). It took a LONG time for me to reach for a piece of fruit instead of a bag of chips. For my son, however, the fruit is much more appealing. Praise God.
Speaking of fruit, Judah was upset tonight when I told him we didn't have any more plums. "May I have an apple, then?"
"You ate the last apple right before you took a nap on the couch."
"Then tell me what we do have."
"We don't have any more fruit. We'll have to buy some more."
"No more fruit? Why?"
"Because we ate it all."
I thought he was going to cry. Then he ate almost all of my zuchinni. Little stinker.
Oh, I could write about this all night. It's 10:00, though, and I need to join my husband upstairs and drift off to sleep. I have so much more to say, but I'll save it for another post. I'm re-reading Food Politics by Marion Nestle and I'm hoping to read Eating in the Dark by Kathleen Hart before I have to take both books back to the library. I may post a few quotes from both books and comment on them. Reminds me a little of school. Can you tell I miss researching and writing on a regular basis?
Now that James is back home, I should be on here more often. I hope so.
A quick addendum:
Now that we've discovered roasted okra, we never give it away anymore.
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
"Judah get me all wet!"
Click HERE for a short video of Judah chasing Miriam with the hose after Mira says,"Judah get me all wet!"
"I'm NOT the big bad wolf, Judah. I'm Miriam Todd!"
Click HERE for a video of Miriam convincing Judah that she's NOT the big bad wolf. She's MIRIAM TODD!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Conversations with Miriam
A conversation I had with Miriam this afternoon:
"Miriam, are you stinky?"
"No."
Minutes later . . .
"You ARE a stinky tootie messy bootie!"
"I NOT a stinky messy bootie. I'm a little girl!"
Later on . . .
Judah dons a blue towel with a hood and runs around Miriam saying he's little blue riding hood and she's the big bad wolf. He shouts, "Ah!!!! The big bad wolf is coming!"
She stops and shouts, "I NOT the big bad wolf! I'm Miriam Todd!" Out comes the pouty lip.
I love that little girl.
Judah's Second Quote of the Day
"Mommy, why were you so disappointed with me when I told you I peed on the mint?" --Judah Rees Todd, age 5
Judah, the memorizer of (my) lines
Just a moment ago, I was reciting my lines outside while Judah and Miriam played in the sand. I said, "Whatever it takes to ease your mind," and Judah said, "Why did you say 'mind' instead of 'conscience'? You're supposed to say 'conscience,' Mommy."
During one of our rehearsals, the director made that minor change, but it didn't go unnoticed by my sponge of a son. He listens to and absorbs EVERYTHING.
During one of our rehearsals, the director made that minor change, but it didn't go unnoticed by my sponge of a son. He listens to and absorbs EVERYTHING.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Working from home and taking free vacations.
An open letter from me to a group of friends who have followed my entreprenurial journey for the past year:
Good morning, friends.
Several of you have asked me recently how it's going with my business. I expect that's because it's been a while since I've sent an update!
As you may know, this is my first time ever running my own business. It's been quite an education! I've learned that it's easy to spend money when it's a "business expense" or a "tax write-off." I ended up spending more than I made. The husband wasn't too happy. I also learned that I'm no longer very good at juggling several responsibilities now that I'm a mother of two. When I started teaching in the fall, my travel business took a back seat. Again, the husband? Hoping I pick it back up--soon.
Between learning how to get by on very little (I kissed the credit card goodbye) and summer arriving with no more papers to grade (woo hoo!), my creative thinking skills have kicked into gear again. Creative thinking and motivation are KEY to owning your own business! Yes, the husband is very, very happy.
In a nutshell, I made an average of $2,000 per month working from home last year. We received our tax return a couple weeks ago, and even after we paid our accountant (who is AMAZING, by the way), the IRS deposited over $6,000 into our checking account. That put quite a dent in our debt! We are on track to pay off ALL of our debt in less than four years--including our house--even if I don't make any more money with my business. However, if I continue to make money, financial freedom comes even faster!
I can't do it without a team, though. I'd love to have approximately 12 people join me this summer. If you're one of them, or if you know someone who might be, I'd love to connect before any vacations are planned since we are now able to take vacations for FREE. I'm already planning a little getaway when the husband rides his bike across Iowa--or is it Idaho? Either way, he'll be gone, so the kids and I are going to sneak off to the beach. We'll be able to stay in a condo for a week for F.R.E.E. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it!
Oh, and one more thing, if you haven't already heard, my 5-year-old son and I are going to be performing together on stage for the first time. If you're in the area, come out to David Lipscomb's Shamblin Theater on July 31, August 1-2, or August 7-9 at 7:00 p.m. to see us. The play is called Mirror, Mirror and it's loosely based on the story of Snow White, but it's set during the time of King Arthur. I play Queen Morgana, also known as Morgan Le Fay, and Judah plays a little boy named Brody. He even has two lines! Rehearsals are every Monday and Thursday night, which means I won't be at the business presentation this Monday, but I'm hoping to have a few people there. Let me know if you'd like the details!
Happy Summer to all! And to all, free vacations! (hee hee)
Lori Todd
http://loritodd.biz
(615) 891-1704, home
(615) 496-8079, cell
Good morning, friends.
Several of you have asked me recently how it's going with my business. I expect that's because it's been a while since I've sent an update!
As you may know, this is my first time ever running my own business. It's been quite an education! I've learned that it's easy to spend money when it's a "business expense" or a "tax write-off." I ended up spending more than I made. The husband wasn't too happy. I also learned that I'm no longer very good at juggling several responsibilities now that I'm a mother of two. When I started teaching in the fall, my travel business took a back seat. Again, the husband? Hoping I pick it back up--soon.
Between learning how to get by on very little (I kissed the credit card goodbye) and summer arriving with no more papers to grade (woo hoo!), my creative thinking skills have kicked into gear again. Creative thinking and motivation are KEY to owning your own business! Yes, the husband is very, very happy.
In a nutshell, I made an average of $2,000 per month working from home last year. We received our tax return a couple weeks ago, and even after we paid our accountant (who is AMAZING, by the way), the IRS deposited over $6,000 into our checking account. That put quite a dent in our debt! We are on track to pay off ALL of our debt in less than four years--including our house--even if I don't make any more money with my business. However, if I continue to make money, financial freedom comes even faster!
I can't do it without a team, though. I'd love to have approximately 12 people join me this summer. If you're one of them, or if you know someone who might be, I'd love to connect before any vacations are planned since we are now able to take vacations for FREE. I'm already planning a little getaway when the husband rides his bike across Iowa--or is it Idaho? Either way, he'll be gone, so the kids and I are going to sneak off to the beach. We'll be able to stay in a condo for a week for F.R.E.E. I'm so excited I can hardly stand it!
Oh, and one more thing, if you haven't already heard, my 5-year-old son and I are going to be performing together on stage for the first time. If you're in the area, come out to David Lipscomb's Shamblin Theater on July 31, August 1-2, or August 7-9 at 7:00 p.m. to see us. The play is called Mirror, Mirror and it's loosely based on the story of Snow White, but it's set during the time of King Arthur. I play Queen Morgana, also known as Morgan Le Fay, and Judah plays a little boy named Brody. He even has two lines! Rehearsals are every Monday and Thursday night, which means I won't be at the business presentation this Monday, but I'm hoping to have a few people there. Let me know if you'd like the details!
Happy Summer to all! And to all, free vacations! (hee hee)
Lori Todd
http://loritodd.biz
(615) 891-1704, home
(615) 496-8079, cell
Conversations with Mira
Last night, I prayed for the kids, sang one song, and crawled into bed at 9 p.m., which is early for me. The kids were still talking and giggling and pretending to sleep in tents. Eventually, James said something to them. It went like this:
Daddy: Guys, I need you to go to sleep. It's time. Go to sleep.
Mira: I not a guys.
Daddy: Guys, I need you to go to sleep. It's time. Go to sleep.
Mira: I not a guys.
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