Monthly Archive: August 2007

P0®N for Women
If you’re male and married, go take a look. If you’re male and want to be married, you go, too.


Japanese Attitudes About WW2
Growing up in Tokyo my whole life, this was one thing that consistently made me mad: most Japanese people actually have the gall to think they were the VICTIMS of WW2. Pretty much, they think that Americans were the bad guys who beat them up for no reason … like they think the real perpetrator of 9/11 was Bush himself, not bin Laden. I’ve written a bit about this before.
GaijinSmash did a good job with his article about Japan and WW2.




Father, Have I Done Something Wrong?
Link-hopping blogs this morning (something I can do because Rinah-Baby is in the living room with her grandmother so I can have a few moments of peace and quiet, LOL … yes, I’m in Tokyo now and that pic was taken in the train yesterday) brought me to the blog of Gene Helsel, CREC pastor in Wenatchee, Washington. It’s a church I’d like to visit someday.
There is a story about a church family that was visiting a friend’s church on Sunday. Guess what happened … it’s a good post. Go read it.


Babies Learn To Like Junk Food In The Womb
Ah ha!! I knew it. Eating disgusting food is a generational thing … like pretty much everything else.
Pregnant women who “eat for two” by upping their intake of fatty and sugary food could unwittingly be putting their children at risk of obesity, new research suggests.
The same applies to mothers who are breastfeeding, scientists have warned.
Unborn babies and developing infants can have their eating habits programmed by their mothers’ food choices, according to the findings.
Children exposed to “maternal junk food” in the womb or early in life may find it harder to resist an unhealthy diet as they grow older, say the researchers.
(HT: Carol)
And some babies with gorgeous eyes love to stand around and eat hair bands whether their mothers ate them during pregnancy or not.


So Purty
For about 15 years, my favourite colours were blue, black, and white. But starting about a month before my wedding, I suddenly can’t get enough of pink. Pale, pale, pink.
















