Friday, March 30, 2007
Bring On the Dark Chocolate!
DARK CHOCOLATE OPENS BLOOD VESSELS
Friday, March 30, 2007 - FreeMarketNews.com
Go ahead have that piece of dark chocolate. Scientists approve. Researchers found that six weeks of daily consumption of a dark chocolate cocoa mix significantly improved blood vessel health. It is the flavonoids that make the difference. Green Tea, red wine, and dark colored fruits and vegetables also have large amounts of flavonoids.
Flavonoids improve blood circulation by relaxing vessels. They also inhibit platelets from sticking together and have a beneficial antioxidant effect.
Dr. James Stein, director of preventive cardiology at the University of Wisconsin School of Medicine and Public Health, says that flavonoids are a hot topic of research right now.
The Study was funded by the Hershey Company and the Centers for Disease Control. Involved were 39 people averaging 52 years old who were mildly obese.
The good effects of chocolate diminished in six hours. Better that other sources of flavonoids be found, ones that contain no sugar.
http://www.freemarketnews.com/WorldNews.asp?nid=37599
::Curvaceous!::
I joined Curves this year on March 6th; after a couple friends & my Mother-in-law told me how much fun it is. I've faithfully worked out 3 days a week since I joined & I was amazed when I got on the scale this morning! I had lost 10 lbs! I really like the fact that the workout isn't boring, plus it is fun to work out with other ladies compared to working out alone. The music at my Curves facility is very upbeat, the staff is friendly-- plus by the time 30 minutes is finished, I've gotten a full body workout using the hydraulic machines. :)
Not only do I enjoy the "30 minute Just for Me time"; I know that I am doing something positive for my health. I had a full physical last October & my cholesterol levels were a little high. Since then, I have taken measures to improve my health, as I want to be around as long as the Lord will allow me to be! :)
Autism-- Welcome to Holland
WELCOME TO HOLLAND
by Emily Perl Kingsley.
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
by Emily Perl Kingsley.
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.
But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
:The Dart Test::
Dart Test...
A young lady named Sally relates an experience she had in a seminary
class, given by her
teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate
object lessons.
One particular day,
Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day.
On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr.
Smith told the
students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who
had made them
angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.
Sally's friend drew a picture of who had stolen her boyfriend. Another
friend drew a
picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend,
putting a great
deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face.
Sally was pleased with
the overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw
their darts with
such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward
to her turn, and
was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits,
asked the students
to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was
because she
didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target. Dr. Smith began
removing the
target from the wall.
Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room
as each student
viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His
face and His eyes
were pierced.
Dr. Smith said only these words... "In as much as ye have done it unto
the least of these
my brethren, ye have done it unto Me."
Matthew 25:40.
No other words were necessary; the tears filled the eyes of the
students focused only on
the picture of Christ.
A young lady named Sally relates an experience she had in a seminary
class, given by her
teacher, Dr. Smith. She says that Dr. Smith was known for his elaborate
object lessons.
One particular day,
Sally walked into the seminary and knew they were in for a fun day.
On the wall was a big target and on a nearby table were many darts. Dr.
Smith told the
students to draw a picture of someone that they disliked or someone who
had made them
angry, and he would allow them to throw darts at the person's picture.
Sally's friend drew a picture of who had stolen her boyfriend. Another
friend drew a
picture of his little brother. Sally drew a picture of a former friend,
putting a great
deal of detail into her drawing, even drawing pimples on the face.
Sally was pleased with
the overall effect she had achieved.
The class lined up and began throwing darts. Some of the students threw
their darts with
such force that their targets were ripping apart. Sally looked forward
to her turn, and
was filled with disappointment when Dr. Smith, because of time limits,
asked the students
to return to their seats. As Sally sat thinking about how angry she was
because she
didn't have a chance to throw any darts at her target. Dr. Smith began
removing the
target from the wall.
Underneath the target was a picture of Jesus. A hush fell over the room
as each student
viewed the mangled picture of Jesus; holes and jagged marks covered His
face and His eyes
were pierced.
Dr. Smith said only these words... "In as much as ye have done it unto
the least of these
my brethren, ye have done it unto Me."
Matthew 25:40.
No other words were necessary; the tears filled the eyes of the
students focused only on
the picture of Christ.
:Fear::
I am currently reading a book by Joyce Meyer: "The Confident Woman" & this story caught my eye as it gives an accurate description of how fear works. It seems so monstrous and horrible, but the more you confront it; the smaller it becomes. I like the way that Joyce says in her book that we can feel fear but to confront it & "Do it afraid." This applies to all aspects of our lives. :)
" I once heard a story of a village where the children were told by their parents: "Whatever you do, don't go near the top of the mountain. It's where the monster lives." All the previous generations of children heeded this warning and avoided going near the top of the mountain.
One day, some brave young men in the village decided that they had to go and see the monster. They wanted to see what was really like and defeat it. So, they loaded up their packs and provisions and set up the mountain. halfway up, they were stopped in their tracks by a huge roar and a terrible stench. Half the men rain down the mountain, screaming.
The other half of the group continued on their journey. As they got farther up the mountain, they noticed that the monster was smaller than they had expected-- but it continued to roar and emit such a strench that all by one of the men ran back down the mountain into the village.
"I am going to get the monster," the one remaining man said to himself, and he took a step forward. As he did so, the monster shrank until it was the same size as the man. As he took another step toward the monster, it shrank again. It was still hideously ugly & continued to emit a stench, but the man was so close to the monster now that he could actually pick it up and hold it in the palm of his hand. As he looked at it, he said to the monster,"Well, then, Who are you?"
In a tiny, high -pitched voice, the monster squeaked: "My name is Fear."
" I once heard a story of a village where the children were told by their parents: "Whatever you do, don't go near the top of the mountain. It's where the monster lives." All the previous generations of children heeded this warning and avoided going near the top of the mountain.
One day, some brave young men in the village decided that they had to go and see the monster. They wanted to see what was really like and defeat it. So, they loaded up their packs and provisions and set up the mountain. halfway up, they were stopped in their tracks by a huge roar and a terrible stench. Half the men rain down the mountain, screaming.
The other half of the group continued on their journey. As they got farther up the mountain, they noticed that the monster was smaller than they had expected-- but it continued to roar and emit such a strench that all by one of the men ran back down the mountain into the village.
"I am going to get the monster," the one remaining man said to himself, and he took a step forward. As he did so, the monster shrank until it was the same size as the man. As he took another step toward the monster, it shrank again. It was still hideously ugly & continued to emit a stench, but the man was so close to the monster now that he could actually pick it up and hold it in the palm of his hand. As he looked at it, he said to the monster,"Well, then, Who are you?"
In a tiny, high -pitched voice, the monster squeaked: "My name is Fear."
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Updated Autism Speaks website
I updated my Fundraising page for the Autism Speaks Walk. I added in Noah's story & I decided to increase my personal goal for this worthy cause.
Here is the the link:
http://www.autismwalk.org/site/TR?px=1942968&pg=personal&fr_id=1560&s_tafId=45000
Here is the the link:
http://www.autismwalk.org/site/TR?px=1942968&pg=personal&fr_id=1560&s_tafId=45000
Monday, March 26, 2007
Life is A Gift!
Life Is a Gift
Today before you think of saying an unkind word - Think of someone who can't speak.
Before you complain about the taste of your food - Think of someone who Has nothing to eat.
Before you complain about your husband or wife - Think of someone who's crying out to God for a companion.
Today before you complain about life - Think of someone who went out to heaven Early.
Before you complain about your children - Think of someone who desires children but they're barren.
Before you argue about your dirty house, someone didn't clean or sweep - Think of the people who are living in the streets.
Before whining about the distance you drive - Think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet.
And when you are tired and complain about your job - Think of the
unemployed, the disabled and those who wished they had your job.
But before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another
Remember that not one of us are without sin and we all answer to one maker.
And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down - Put a smile on your Face and thank God you're alive and still around.
Life is a gift, live it, enjoy it, celebrate it, and fulfill it.
RELISH THE MOMENT, IT MAY NOT COME AROUND AGAIN !
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