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Moving USA Inc.www.movingusainc.com DC Metro Area, Washington DC U.S.A.
Moving USA Inc. Moving Use took 8 hrs to move my one bedroom apt. They gave me a quote of 3-4 hrs including drive time and charged me for 9 hrs at $75.00 an hr plus materials. DC Metro Area Washington DC
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Factors contributing to India's vulnerability to the AIDS epidemic include pervasive poverty, low levels of education and high gender stratification. This study uses data collected in the 1998–99 National Family Health Survey-2 (NFHS-2) to investigate the relationship between aspects of women's autonomy and four measures of HIV-related knowledge and behaviour – awareness and knowledge of HIV/AIDS, condom awareness and condom use – in three culturally contrasting states in India: Kerala (n=2884), Karnataka (n=4357) and Uttar Pradesh (n=8981). The NFHS-2 is a nationally representative survey of India, with a sampling scheme that was designed such that each state sample can be generalized back to represent ever-married women aged 15–49 living in the state. Kerala scores highest in the four health outcome measures, followed by Karnataka and then Uttar Pradesh, but condom use is lowest in Karnataka. Kerala also leads in the four dimensions of autonomy examined and in socio-demographic status, followed again by Karnataka and Uttar Pradesh. Despite these observed differences, in all three states, women with greater autonomy as measured by this study were more likely to be knowledgeable about AIDS and condoms and to use condoms, after controlling for socio-demographic factors. These results concur with other studies focusing on women's autonomy and health outcomes around the world, and point to the importance of incorporating a gender-based approach to AIDS prevention programmes in India.


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Health Connexxtions19800 MacArthur Blvd., Suite 300 Irvine, California United States of America
Health Connexxtions Mark Ellis Now that I have filed a report on this site, they are calling and sending emails threatening me! Irvine, California
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Skip to comments.US General: We Can Successfully Attack Iran
Posted on 12/21/2011 4:59:14 PM PST by Eleutheria5
Chairman of the U.S. Joint Chiefs of Staff Martin Dempsey said Tuesday that the United States can successfully attack Iran, if necessary. His biggest worry is that Iran will "miscalculate our resolve.
Dempsey, speaking to CNN during a worldwide tour, spoke one day after Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta warned that the American government will not allow Iran to produce a nuclear weapon. He said that if Iran continues to enrich high-grade uranium, it could produce a nuclear weapon within a year, an estimate formerly given by Israeli Defense Minister Ehud Barak.
"My biggest worry is they [Iran] will miscalculate our resolve," Dempsey said in Afghanistan. "Any miscalculation could mean that we are drawn into conflict, and that would be a tragedy for the region and the world."
Besides repeating the often-used phrase all options are on the table, General Dempsey went one step further and declared, "I am satisfied that the options that we are developing are evolving to a point that they would be executable if necessary.
It was the most blatant warning made regarding Irans growing nuclear threat.
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When will we be ready with fully evolved options? Two.
World ends at ten. Details at eleven.
"We Can Successfully Attack Iran"
Certainly we can. Then what? Another sharia law craphole regime?
FYI - I've been doing a unclassified report on IRAQ since 12 DEC 2011 - when most everything that the US Army was producing went to the high side...
Find it here: http://babylonscovertwar.com/page1.html
It has a lot of incidents that point to breaking out of the foundation that IRGC has established since 2005 - alto of things are happening right now in Iraq - that are indicators of future intentions...
well if he's a serving general saying this 'in school',
we must be sending a message that setting them up the bomb
is a distinct possible option in Iran's future.
Gee...ya think? Was this even a question in anyone's mind?
The issue is not if we can, but if we should and then what the endgame is.
Can we attack Iran—YES, We can attack anyone, but can we win the war? Yes—if we have the resolve, and that will never come with a person like Obama in the White House. He will pace the floor while out men are chewed up. Stay out of the war unless we want to put a whole lot of hurt on these people—take the heat from the leftist MSM and UN. i don't think the USA has the stomach for such things today. The enemy knows this and will push us as much as they link—we are a blind and impotent giant—a cowardly lion who only picks on little nations—we can beat. Would Americans even tolerate a Draft? I don't think so.
Certainly we can. Then what? Another sharia law craphole regime?
who cares?
It will be a sharia craphole without a nuke.
Its just that extended warfare crap that hurts us.
Either destroy them from the air or stay out!
I have been hearing that Iran can make the bomb within one year for five years now.
Bet if we invade Iran, they nuke our troops and Russia and China get paid by that for all the investing they did giving the bomb and ICBM systems to Iran.
Then Russia and China invade here.
Just my take on things...
"miscalculate our resolve"? LOL! I think they have our "resolve" estimated to the nth degree.
The endgame is to wait the ten or how many years it takes for the glass to cool.
And FReepers wonder why Ron Paul is getting traction. This perpetual state of war for leftist causes that get nothing for the American people has to stop.
Some folks would like to nuke Mecca, or Tehran.
Ron Paul would be more likely to nuke Tel Aviv or Jerusalem.
We know. We've heard of 0bama too.
hmmmm....perhaps this is the reason for the troop pull-out of Iraq. Commence invasion pre 2012 election.
Obama will start a war with Iran in late August 2012, in order to get re-elected. He'll do it in August when everyone is distracted by summer vacation.
That might backfire.
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if Achmed'll pray
to a glowing crater
Nothing he said precludes covert action or already completed and very successful operations
Why risk planes when the targets can be destroyed surreptitiously
Rattle sabres but kill them with hit and run on the ground
Then his sabre rattling just adds to the paranoia if someone else did the successful hits
I say we attack everyone before they have a chance to attack us.
It's a win win.
"Then what?"
We occupy them for eight years then pull out and let things go to Hell.
Nation building/meals on wheels
Doesn't seem to work with muzzie nations.
Obama bugs out of Iraq. Obama & Biden are talking with the Taliban in Afghanistan. Gee, why would anybody 'underestimate our resolve' when it comes to Iran? Or anywhere else for that matter?
Jay Carney On Triggered Cuts To Defense Spending: 'There Is No Wiggle Room'
The government (such as it is) just needs to pull their heads out.
Start small, say with a B61, and work their way up.
"We will find
sooner or later
if Achmedll pray
to a glowing crater"
Absolutely, flatten Mecca (and/or Qum) into a glass soccer field and you've kicked over the world's largest fire ant mound. For a few days Omar & Achmed will go Islamic Rage Boy but then their pathetic little muzzie minds will burn out like stinky little cinders and the world will start to quickly become a better Islamfree place.
Mecca sits in a bowl just like Hiroshima. Too easy.
Won't happen. If Europe is failing (and they are) then there will not be enough money to conduct a war. It would simply bankrupt all of us.
We are screwed one way or the other.
Perfectly plausible, but war will have to be declared and deployments made without Zippy/Valeri Jarrett.
"Its just that extended warfare crap that hurts us."
Exactly right! Bush missed the point in Iraq. We needed to blow the place up and leave. The idea that we were on a secondary mission to "democratize" Iraq was a fools mission that cost this county in the lives of our dear young people and a big chunk of our treasury. We should be doing everything we can to get away from the Arabs and their oil. Then our mission is simplified to just keeping Israel safe from these people. Screw George Bush for making BHO possible!
Old school.
We will never need a draft.
The US can eliminate Iran's ability to produce a weapon in a mere 5 days...without the use of WMD ourselves.
Then we can leave the mullahs to their own devices.
Our strategic interests will have been satisfied and the world would be aghast.
Mutually Assured Destruction prevents all these conspiracy theories from ever evolving from speculation to reality.
Except that Northern Iraq would have been a smurfy staging area for an invasion, had the US kept troops there. That should have been the way they evacuated, via Iran.
For that to work both parties have to be sane.
Letting Iran get anywhere close to being able to harm us, much less destroy us, is mad.
Obama will start a war with Iran in late August 2012, in order to get re-elected. He'll do it in August when everyone is distracted by summer vacation.
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By Spc. Gerald Wilson, 7th Army JMTCFebruary 19, 2009
GRAFENWOEHR, Germany - The rumbling emanating from the Joint Multinational Training Command's Grafenwoehr Training Area wasn't a winter thunderstorm but rather the sounds of artillery hitting the target as Soldiers from the Belgian Land Forces conducted a two-week live-fire exercise. The 1st Carabiniers and the 1st Grenadiers Regiment were training at JMTC to become part of the European Battle Group.
The European Battle Groups were created by the defense ministers of the European Union (EU) in 2004 as a mobile military force which could respond to a crisis situation within a few days. The EU has established 15 groups which rotate continuously to ensure that two are ready to deploy at all times. Belgian Forces are slated to lead the group later this summer.
"We are training in the basics now at the platoon and company level," said Adjutant Serge VanPoppel, the unit's public information officer.
"All these different groups have never worked together," he explained. "We are here to learn how we each operate and how to work as one unit."
According to VanPoppel, the Belgium Land Forces received their national certification in December and are now working on an international certification. Once they have established certification, the unit will add to their ranks a company of French Infantry and a company of French scouts. This will comprise the European Battle group 9/2. This will be the first time Belgium has taken the lead as the staff command.
"We came to JMTC to conduct our training because the facilities are much better than the ones we have back home," VanPoppel said. "Here we can move platoons and companies at one time for evaluation."
According to VanPoppel the unit was able to conduct a variety of live-fire exercises at one time by utilizing several of the vast ranges available within the Grafenwoehr Training Area (GTA). Simultaneously the unit was able to fire heavy artillery batteries, sniper rifles, small arms and mortars. In addition they were able to incorporate medical evacuation procedures on a daily basis.
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A few days ago I saw the new Clint Eastwood movie Gran Torino which is ably reviewed by our own Peter Suderman here . Lots of critics have charged the movie, and Eastwood's directorial efforts generally, with a kind of bleak nihilism that finds hope only in the heroic but feckless struggle . . . . Continue Reading »
Over at Upturned Earth, John Schwenkler has asked for an eighth-grade-level refresher course on what an r-squared value means . Given how prone to misinterpretation the correlation coefficient is, it's a little bit easier to talk about what it doesn't mean. This is also a useful . . . . Continue Reading »
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From the New York Times bestselling author of Step-Ball-Change and Julie and Romeo-now in trade paperback for the first time...
Ruth has always found baking cakes to be a source of relief from the stresses of life. And now-as her husband loses his job, her life-of-the-party father arrives for an extended stay (much to the dismay of her mother, who also moved in
From the New York Times bestselling author of Step-Ball-Change and Julie and Romeo-now in trade paperback for the first time...
Ruth has always found baking cakes to be a source of relief from the stresses of life. And now-as her husband loses his job, her life-of-the-party father arrives for an extended stay (much to the dismay of her mother, who also moved in recently), and her teenage daughter perfects the art of sulking-Ruth is going to have to save the day. And let the crumbs fall where they may...
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Years ago, I went to a seminar on stress reduction at the Y. Most of what the instructor told us struck me as either obvious (make lists of what you have to do and check off what you've accomplished) or embarrassing (a series of breathing exercises that made me think of Lamaze class), but there was one thing he said that made the whole class worthwhile, a trick I still use when I find myself getting overwhelmed: He told us we should visualize a place where we felt completely safe and peaceful. He said it didn't make any difference if it was someplace we knew well or someplace we'd only dreamed about, but that we should think about it in great detail, notice everything around us, memorize all the sights and the sounds. Then he instructed us to go to this place in our minds. I glanced quickly around the room. Everyone had closed their eyes and gone to their childhood bedroom or a beach in Jamaica or wherever life was simpler. I had no idea where I was supposed to go. I felt embarrassed sitting in my folding chair, as if the people around me would know that I was still in the conference hall while they were all walking down a white sand beach with the sun glinting off their hair. I ran over a quick mental list: the house on Lake Placid we rented one summer; my own back porch; Paris, where I've never been but would like to someday go. None of them seemed right, they all seemed to be asking too little or too much. But when I finally closed my eyes and tried, what I wanted came to me with complete clarity. The place that I went, the place that I still go, was the warm, hollowed-out center of a Bundt cake. It is usually gingerbread, though sometimes that changes. Sometimes it's gingerbread crowned in a ring of poached pears. The walls that surround me are high and soft, but as they go up they curve back, open up to the light, so I feel protected by the cake but never trapped by it. There are a few loose crumbs around my feet, clinging to my hair, and the smell! The ginger and butter, the lingering subtlety of vanilla . . . I press my cheek against the cake, which is soft as eiderdown and still warm. This isn't a fantasy about food exactly, at least not insofar as I want to eat my way through a cake that's taller than I am. It's about being inside of cake, being part of something that I find to be profoundly comforting. The instructor told us to take another deep breath, and all around me I heard the smooth shush of air going in, waiting, coming out. I thought I might never open my eyes.
Cakes have gotten a bad rap. People equate virtue with turning down dessert. There is always one person at the table who holds up her hand when I serve the cake. No, really, I couldn't, she says, and then gives her flat stomach a conspiratorial little pat. Everyone who is pressing a fork into that first tender layer looks at the person who declined the plate, and they all think, That person is better than I am. That person has discipline. But that isn't a person with discipline, that is a person who has completely lost touch with joy. A slice of cake never made anybody fat. You don't eat the whole cake. You don't eat a cake every day of your life. You take the cake when it is offered because the cake is delicious. You have a slice of cake and what it reminds you of is someplace that's safe, uncomplicated, without stress. A cake is a party, a birthday, a wedding. A cake is what's served on the happiest days of your life.
This is a story of how my life was saved by cake, so, of course, if sides are to be taken, I will always take the side of cake.
It's a laugh to think that I was feeling stressed when I signed up for that workshop. What was I feeling stressed about eight years ago? My son, Wyatt, was twelve then, still a full year away from the gawky roller-coaster ride of his teenage years. He asked for help on his homework and introduced me to his friends when they came over to go sledding. Camille was a little girl who still crawled into my lap some nights after dinner and let me brush her hair. I called her Kitten. Camille is sixteen now and about as much a kitten as a lioness eating a half-living zebra on a scorching African veldt. Eight years ago, my mother still lived by herself in Michigan and only came to visit twice a year and sometimes not even that. My husband, Sam, was the hardest-working hospital administrator anyone could have imagined, if one was given to imagining such things. I remember it now and hang my head in disbelief. I want to go back to that person I was, take her by the shoulders and shake her. "Look again!" I want to say to myself. "You are standing in the middle of paradise."
I arrived home in the rain, my arms filled with groceries. I tried to bring them all in at once, which wasn't exactly possible, but the rain was beating down with such a biblical fury that I thought it would be smarter to make one incredibly challenging trip than three manageable trips. The paper bags, a foolish choice, were melting between my fingers. My keys were so far down in the bottom of my purse (looped over the left wrist) that they might as well have been in Liberia for all the chance I had of getting to them. Not that I was even sure the door was locked. It might have been unlocked. I couldn't turn the doorknob unless I did it with my teeth. It was very clear that I had shown some poor judgment. I kicked at the door.
Through the window I could see my daughter sitting at the kitchen table reading a magazine. At the second kick she raised her eyes heavily, as if she were in fact not reading at all but had been hypnotized by the magazine. There was a hard wall of rain between us and yet I could still make out the supreme disinterest in her gaze. It was a look I knew intimately. I kicked again. She tilted her head, not entirely sure why I was interrupting her: Clearly, there was the door, I was capable of opening a door; I had keys if the door was, in fact, locked; I could see her weighing all this out in her mind. I felt a critical shift in the balance of the groceries and kicked again, just to speed things along. She sighed, a sound so reverberant with weariness that it made its way across the room and past the door and through the rain to reach me. She lifted her slender frame, a willow, a willow leaf, shuffled to the door, and opened it. When that task had been completed she returned wordlessly to the table and resumed her reading. I pulled myself inside and gasped at the air. One bag, the fifth bag, sensing we had reached the threshold of safety, decided it could no longer bear the burden of its responsibility and split apart, sending tangerines and three packages of frozen spinach and a roll of paper towels and (the kicker) a large plastic bottle of cran-apple juice bouncing over the floor. Not the eggs, not the paper carton of milk, I did not lose sight of the ways in which I was fortunate. I sank to my knees and put the other bags down before they could follow suit. I was profoundly wet. I could not imagine that dolphins ever got this wet.
"I couldn't get to my keys," I said.
"It wasn't locked," Camille said, but she didn't look up.
I got up off the floor and started to pick up what needed to be picked up. There was a great lake forming beneath me.
"Ruth?" My mother came into the kitchen holding a stack of papers in one hand. My mother was always holding papers. They seemed to be a natural extension of her hand. I imagined her sleeping with fistfuls of paper clutched to her chest. "I need you to look at these for me. I've been over them a million times and they just don't make any sense. Does it look like Blue Cross paid the doctor or does it look like I have to pay him? I don't want Dr. Nickerson to think I didn't pay him."
She was wearing a pink warm-up suit that appeared to have been ironed. She was looking at me, but I wasn't sure that she saw me at all. If she had seen me she surely would have commented on the fact that I looked like I had just been dragged from the lake, that I was raising myself up from a fiery ring of tangerines.
"I'll go over them, Mother, but I just got in from the grocery store. I need to put these things away first." I pushed back a wet clump of hair that stuck to the side of my face like seaweed.
"Did you get the dried apricots?"
"Were they on the list?"
She closed her eyes for a minute. "I can't remember. I can't remember anything." She turned to her granddaughter. "Camille, it's a terrible thing to be old. I hope you never get to be my age. Or maybe by the time you get to be my age they will have invented a cure for forgetting things."
Camille made some small humming sound that acknowledged that she had heard her own name spoken but she did not stop reading.
"I'll put apricots on the list for next time," I said.
"And these papers. Will you look at these? If I owe Dr. Nickerson money I think I should pay him."
I scooped up the sodden remains of paper sack and threw them in the garbage. I put myself inside the cake and tried to breathe slowly. I made it a simple lemon cake, no glaze. I was an only child and my parents had been divorced since I was two. My mother had done everything on her own. She had taken good care of me, played rounds of Go Fish, cooked nutritious meals, sewed me clothes that never looked homemade, taught me to play the piano in a passable manner. This was payback time. "The mail has already gone out today. Just let me get the milk in the refrigerator."
"Camille," my mother said. "Come over here and help your mother. We'll get this done in a minute."
Camille closed her eyes and pushed her fingers against the slender bridge of her nose. I could tell she was trying not to scream, and even though I didn't expect her to have much success, I appreciated her minimal efforts at restraint. "When I came into the kitchen to read, there was nobody in here. If I were smart I would just stay in my bedroom until it was time to go to college." She slapped her magazine shut, knocked one narrow hip against the table, and was out of the room.
My mother and I watched her, both of us frozen for a moment. It wasn't as if we hadn't seen it before, but it never ceased to be a surprise.
"You never spoke to me like that," my mother said quietly.
"No, I don't expect I did."
"I think I would have had a heart attack," she said. But then she thought about it some more. "Or I would have killed you. One or the other."
"I think that's right." Sometimes I wanted to run after Camille and grab her. Where is Kitten! I wanted to know. What have you done with my daughter?
"You and Sam need to do something about this. That girl has too many privileges. She talks on the phone all the time, goes out with her friends. She has a car!"
I wondered if my mother thought I hadn't noticed that one.
"How can you allow a child to behave that way and let her have a car?"
"I don't know," I said honestly, because even though I wasn't interested in hearing her point of view at the moment, it was not entirely without validity.
My mother shook her head. "So the groceries can wait for two minutes. Come sit down and look at these forms."
And so I sat down, my raincoat still pooling water in its cuffs, my groceries on the floor. I fished my reading glasses out of the bottom of my purse. "You know, Sam is so much better with these things than I am." I took the papers from her hands.
"Sam's so busy," she said. "He runs a hospital all day. He shouldn't be bothered with medical papers as soon as he walks in the door."
But she would ask him. She always did. I would fill out the forms and then she would ask Sam to correct my work.
"Ruth! You're getting those wet!" She leaned over and blotted the papers with a paper napkin. "Can't you at least dry your hands first?"
On my mother's behalf, I will say that the insurance forms were viciously confusing, and that after sitting there watching me read for a few minutes she did get up and start to put the groceries away, though she held up every other item and asked me where it went.
"I thought so," she'd say, and then put the can of soup with the other cans of soup.
My mother moved in with us a little more than a year ago after her house in East Lansing had been robbed in the middle of the day while she was playing bridge with friends. Whoever did it knocked down the front door. They didn't pick the lock or jimmy open a window, they just kicked the door in, smashed it to bits, and stepped inside. After that she didn't want to go home. She had a new door installed and waited to calm down. She went back to the hostess of the bridge party and stayed with her for a week, thinking the feeling of uneasiness would pass. When it didn't, she packed up what the burglars had deemed unfit to take, including her enormous collection of fabric remnants, and moved to Minneapolis to live with us.
My mother had been a high school music teacher who went back to school to get her certification in history and geography when the state's budget for music programs was cut back. She was practical because she had to be; that was the hand life had dealt her and she didn't complain. A roast chicken showed up as chicken hash the next night and then chicken soup for the weekend. My father, whom she had met at a convention of Michigan high school music teachers during the two weeks he actually was a high school music teacher, played piano at clubs, bars, and wedding receptions, his engagements sending him out later and later, and then farther and farther away, until it seemed like too much trouble to make the trip home. This was the early nineteen fifties, when being a divorced woman with a child was still a cause for sideways glances from other women in the grocery store, but my mother kept her head up and trudged forward. I try to imagine sometimes how hard her life must have been. I know that our life together was hard enough, but children are remarkably adaptable creatures, and if there is little there they settle for little. But my mother was a young woman, working all day, giving private piano lessons in our house on the weekends and after school. Sometimes my father would blow into town, seeming relaxed and handsome and nearly famous, but he always blew out again, and while he may have left behind a box of macadamia brittle or a child's coat that was already too small, he never left actual cash for the gas bill.
When my mother finally retired, it looked like things were going to be fine for a long time. She still gave private piano lessons and collected a manageable pension from the school system. She had her friends, her bridge group, her music appreciation club. She even went on a package tour of Europe that Sam and I had given her for her birthday. I always saw her as one of those women who would have to be dragged out of her home by six policemen when she was ninety-eight. But then, what in life actually works out the way you think it's going to?
I wish I could find the person, the people, who kicked in her door. I never have gotten over my need to tell them that they took too much. The television, the stereo, largely worthless jewelry, six pieces of family silver which included her mother's butter dish that had come over with the family on the boat from Denmark, they could have all of it, but they shouldn't have kicked in the door. That was the thing that changed my mother for good. Divorce and hard work and single motherhood—she was up for all of those challenges. But to be seventy-three years old and know that someone can just kick in your door, that they don't even have to have enough finesse to force the lock, really destroyed her sense of how the world was ordered. It scared her, my mother, who had always been such a brave person. Even after it was long over it left her unsure of things. Now she was living in what was once my guest room and lacked the certainty to fill out consumer questionnaires without my going over them with her.
"Oh, Ruth," my mother said, looking over my shoulder while I tried to wrestle Blue Cross Blue Shield to the ground. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"I think that's got it." Not that it mattered. Sam would check it. I pushed back from the table. The kitchen floor had only the lightest sheen of water left on it. My hair was half dry. "I should get to work on dinner."
My mother looked at her watch and I saw a familiar cloud of hesitancy and desire pass over her face.
"Oprah's on," I said. My mother was a fool for Oprah. "Go."
"I can help you."
I shook my head. "Dinner's a piece of cake. I'll be fine."
My mother headed off to the den and I was glad. I would take a moment by myself over practical assistance any day. There was a time when Camille used to pop out of her room at five-thirty, eager to mince onions and stir sauce. Then again, there was a time that a wall divided the east and west of Germany. Life was not a static experience. We shouldn't expect things to remain the same.
I held four chicken breasts in my cupped hands. I stared into the cold, translucent flesh, wondering how I could make them sing. I got tired of cooking dinner. Everybody gets tired of cooking dinner. There's too much responsibility. Did we eat this last week? Is this good for you? Is it balanced, is it green, will he like it, will she eat it, do I have the right ingredients, enough time, will this new recipe fail me? Camille wouldn't eat red meat anymore and had recently informed me as I set a plate of chops on the table that pork, so widely advertised as "the other white meat," was in fact as red as a flank steak. "Pigs are more intelligent than dogs," she said. "Why don't we just eat Benjy for dinner?" Lately she had been talking about giving up chicken and fish, maybe even becoming a vegan, which would reduce me to coming up with fascinating ways to cook broccoli every night without benefit of cheese sauce. My mother clipped chilled-salad recipes from women's magazines and taped them onto the refrigerator to voice her own preferences. Sam was deeply suspect of anything that he hadn't eaten before and had been known to pick dishes apart until he could clearly identify each of their elements. Wyatt, my vacuum, the only truly brilliant eater in the family, was a junior in college and enjoying the deep, hot wells of cafeteria food that could be ladled onto a tray. As for me, I couldn't have cared less. I think I would have been happy with a carton of lemon yogurt every night if it meant I didn't have to cook. Dinner, I think, would be fascinating if I only had to do it once a week. Dinner could be riveting if there was a way to make it cake.
I washed the chicken breasts and stripped out their tendons with pliers. As I was beating them flat between sheets of wax paper I started thinking about making a carrot cake. I had plenty of carrots. I had been planning on making glazed carrots for dinner but there was no reason why I couldn't shred them instead. My family tended to grumble when there was too much cake in the house. As a rule, they liked to see cakes go right out the door, to school bake sales, to sick friends, for someone's birthday. When Camille's friends came over they told her she was lucky. "My mom wouldn't know how to bake a cake if you threw a box of Duncan Hines at her," her friend Becca said as she lobbed off a hunk of chocolate chiffon, but Camille only snarled. Still, if I made the carrot cake without frosting, if I put a minimal amount of sugar in it and baked it on a sheet pan so that I could slice it into squares, I could practically pass it off as cornbread. It hadn't been a great day, and no one ever objected to cornbread. I left the chicken for a minute and got out the flour. There were raisins and walnuts. I held two cold eggs in one hand and felt the knot between my shoulders start to unravel the tiniest bit around the edges.
An hour later Oprah had said her piece and my mother came into the kitchen and sniffed the air. "That's a cake." She pushed the oven light on and peered inside.
"Carrot bread." I pulled the pot holders out of their drawer.
"There is no such thing. Really, I'm going to be the size of a house if you keep baking this much."
"I've always baked this much and you've never been heavy a day in your life."
"That isn't true," my mother said, pouring herself a vodka and orange juice. "I looked like a snowman when I was pregnant with you."
"That was a long time ago. Nobody remembers it."
"I remember it," she said darkly.
I picked up the phone in the kitchen and called Camille's room. She had her own line with call waiting. No matter how remote Camille could be in person, she always answered the phone, which is why I strictly forbid her to have caller ID.
"Dinner," I said.
"Is Daddy home?" She wanted to know so that she wouldn't get stuck waiting in the kitchen. That was my other rule after no caller ID: We all ate dinner together.
I was about to answer truthfully when I heard the back door open. "Yes," I said, and she hung up.
The rain had not abated. Sam came in with sleek tributaries pouring off his suit jacket. He looked nearly drowned. He leaned toward me and I thought he was going to whisper something in my ear, but instead he pulled me to him and held me tightly in the great, wet walls of his arms. I hadn't been dry so long myself but I felt oddly dazzled by the spontaneity of his gesture. The water off his coat soaked through my blouse, and once he had kissed me and pulled away, I looked like someone had dumped a bucket of water on my chest.
"I'm sorry," Sam said. "I've ruined you."
"I dry very quickly."
"Hollis!" Sam said to my mother. "You have a drink. Be a pal and fix me one of those." It was my father who had started the tradition of calling my mother Hollis, her last name, rather than Marie, her first name. She said it was the only thing from their relationship that had stuck, other than me.
"It isn't orange juice," she said with some embarrassment.
"I didn't think it was orange juice. Did you think I thought you were drinking orange juice every night?"
"I did," my mother said. She looked a little confused and I wanted to tell Sam not to tease her.
He shook his head. "I know what you're drinking and I want to join you."
"On a Tuesday?" she said.
"This Tuesday." My soaking-wet, handsome husband seemed to be a bundle of life this evening. "Ruth, are you having a drink?"
"I wasn't planning on it."
"But you would," he said. "Things happen you don't plan on." Sam's blue eyes looked all the brighter for the rainwater still clinging to his lashes.
"Are you all right?"
"Never better," he said, but his voice didn't convince me. "Hollis, we want two of whatever you're having."
So my mother returned to the cabinet where the vodka was kept and assumed the role of bartender. She went back to the dishwasher to retrieve the shot glass. My mother believed that mixing a drink without a shot glass was tantamount to putting the bottle to your lips and tipping your head back.
Camille shuffled into the kitchen and for a second I thought I saw Sam's great good mood crumple a little at the edges. He seemed so moved to see her there that if it weren't for all the rain he was wearing, I would have thought he was tearing up. I held out a dish towel but he ignored it. He went to Camille and folded her in his arms.
"Daddy!" she cried, and wrenched away from him with some effort. "Are you insane? Look what you've done to me." Camille was wearing a T-shirt and some sweatpants and as far as I could see he hadn't done any real harm.
"Your father is in a hugging mood."
"He hasn't hugged me," my mother said to herself as her steady hand took the vodka right to the rim of the jigger.
Sam made an easy turn in his puddle of water but my mother took a giant step away.
"I'm soaked." Camille put a hand on either side of her head. It was as if she had been sent to live in a house of friendly chimpanzees and she was constantly astonished by the indignity of it all. Then she turned around and was gone again.
"Well, now you've done it," my mother said, handing Sam his drink. "You frightened her off. You know it's going to take at least a half an hour to get her to come out of her bedroom now. We could starve before she changes clothes."
"What are we doing here," Sam said, "taming the little fox?"
"I only try to hug her when she has a fever," I said. I was joking, of course. I was sort of joking.
Sam looked at the door through which our daughter had disappeared. "I think we should be more affectionate. That's one of the things we need to work on."
"Work on it yourselves," my mother said. She gave me my drink. She'd thrown in a splash of cranberry juice to make it pretty. I have to say it wasn't bad.
Sam hung up his coat on the back porch, where it could drip without consequence, and I put the chicken on the table. Camille came back in record time wearing a blue cotton sweater and a pair of low-slung jeans. She pointed at her father. "Don't."
He raised his hands to show that his intentions were honest.
"Doesn't this look good?" my mother said to the plate of chicken, which is what she said every night regardless of the meal.
"Chickens are shot full of antibiotics," Camille said. "And it's not just that. Girls are starting their periods at, like, seven now because the chickens have so many hormones in them."
"Everything is a health hazard if you want to look at it that way." Sam speared a piece of meat and put it on Camille's plate, where she looked at it as if it were a squirrel hit in a mad dash across the road. "Walking across the street is dangerous. Driving a car, very dangerous. Think about what's in the water, or in the air for that matter. For all we know we're sitting on top of the biggest source of radon in Minnesota.
Did you ever think about that?"
"You're so morbid," Camille said morbidly.
Sam shook his head. "Not at all. I'm just sticking up for the chicken. My point is, you never really know what's good for you or what's bad for you. Have you done the right thing or the wrong thing? You never know what's going to get you until it's too late."
I put down my fork. My mother and daughter put down their forks as well. We all stared at Sam. "What in the world happened to you today?"
Sam sliced, chewed, reflected. "Nothing much."
"May I be excused?" Camille said to no one in particular.
"You haven't eaten," my mother said.
"I ate something," Camille said, though she must have meant she ate something for lunch because clearly she hadn't eaten her dinner.
"Stay put," Sam said.
"At least have a piece of cake," I said.
"Cake!" Camille cried. "You know I can't have cake. Why do you keep making cakes? This isn't a bakery."
"This isn't a bakery," Sam repeated quietly, as if it was news to him.
"She can't have cake if she hasn't eaten her dinner," my mother said.
But I was already on my feet, already heading over to the pan on the kitchen counter. The debate was still raging but I had a knife in my hand. It was carrot cake, after all, which is practically a serving of vegetables.
"I'm going to be the size of a house," Camille said.
"You are currently the size of a coat hanger. A house is a long way away." Sam reached forward and pulled her plate toward the middle of the table and I smoothly set the cake down in its place. Usually he would complain about the cake too, but tonight he backed me up. Camille was grumbling, but up came the fork and she took a delicate bite.
"Cake when she hasn't had any dinner at all," my mother said. It was wrong. It was the moral equivalent to pouring vodka without a shot glass.
Camille's eyes fluttered and then closed. The cake was warm and her fork went down again. "Oh," she said quietly.
There was a time I cared: a meat, a vegetable, a starch, some cake. Life had an order, but now the point only seemed to be eating. Here was my daughter, eating, devouring, she was almost through with the cake.
"Did you make this with honey?" Camille said. There was something in her voice I nearly recognized. It sounded like interest, kindness.
"I did."
"Because sometimes—" She couldn't finish her sentence without stopping for another bite. "You use brown sugar?"
"It's another recipe."
"I like the honey."
"The problems they're having with bees these days," Sam began, but I held up my hand and it silenced him. There was too much pleasure in the moment to hear about the plight of the bees.
My mother took a long, last sip of her drink and then went to the counter to get the cake, the knife, and three more plates. "First the two of you are having a drink on a Tuesday, now we're all eating cake before we finish our dinner." She cut four pieces and gave the first one to Camille, whose plate was empty.
"It's madness. Anarchy. It must make you wonder what's coming next," Sam said.
My mother handed me my plate. I don't eat that much cake, but I never turn down a slice.
The four of us ate, pretending it was a salad course. Camille was right to pick up on the honey. It was the undertone, the melody of the cake. It was not cloying or overly sweet but it lingered on the tongue after the bite had been swallowed. I didn't miss the frosting at all, though it would have been cream cheese. I could beat cream cheese longer than most people would have thought possible. I could beat it until it could pass for meringue.
When we were finished with our cake we were all as happy as babies.
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Jeanne Rayworks as a registered nurse at the Frist Clinic in Nashville, Tennessee. She is married and has two daughters. Together, she and her husband have ten grandchildren. She is the author of Julie and Romeo, Step-Ball-Change, and Eat Cake.
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Eat Cake was delicious! Ray is a very fluid writer. My book club read Calling Invisible Women and loved it! I would recommend this book to you, if you are in the mood to giggle, and smile!
Not your usual chick lit with a young professional at a publisher in New York. The characters are all likeable and you find yourself wanting everyone to do what it takes to be happy. A book I would definitely recommend to almost anyone.
For those of you who may not know, this author is the mother of author Ann Patchett (Bel Canto, etc.) and a nurse by profession. Never having read Ms. Ray before I found this just delectable. Her writing reminds me a lot of Elizabeth Berg. The humor under stress and in dire situations is what made this book so delightful to read. Ruth is a believable character, one you can't help but like. As life keeps handing her lemons, she keeps making cake, her way of dealing with stress. A husband out of work, two eccentric aging parents living with her (who are divorced and hate each other), a typical self-centered teenage daughter, a son away at college and tuition to pay for, Ruth is overwhelmed, and not a minute to herself. Baking is what brings her comfort, even if it's in the middle of the night. This has more than just baking and stress relief, however. It is a tapestry of emotions ¿ love, growth and acceptance. Both of Ruth's parents are pianists. Hollis, Ruth's mother, a former teacher, taught music and specifically piano to support herself and raise Ruth alone, after Ruth¿s father, Guy, left them to play the piano as a career, in night clubs. Ruth was only 2 yrs old at the time so she never remembers living with her parents. Now her elderly father is injured, with no insurance or pension, no place to go, and no one to help him recuperate except his only daughter, who can¿t say no. The love of music was instrumental in weaving together the tapestry of this family in a satisfying way. An uplifting family drama, with a lot of humor and insight into what bonds families (or not) reinforcing yet again, that anything is achievable if one is willing to get past the icing and deep into the cake. The dialog is engaging, the characters real, and the end result very satisfying, with some wonderful recipes thrown in. I read it in one sitting, and will buy copies for some of my favorite bookworms. Highly recommend it.
This book is just ok. It doesn't draw you in and make you want to keep reading for hours. Almost boring at times. A good bedtime book.
We all have our own ways of leaving the real and mundane behind. This, however, is the most unique way to escape the ordinary and go to your safe place. The characters were very well done and you cared about them from the getgo, though you wondered why here and there. The center of this tale is likeable and somehow somewhat like everyone you know. I love the fact that baking is her therapy and how it is laid out to actually make sense. This obsession like others becomes annoying to the family who actually benefits from it. Such a simple, yet complex reality. If only I could bake something edible.
This book was so wonderful and here is why. It was compelling with its characters which we all can relate to and its use of american culture. I can't bake, play paino, run a business or sail a boat....but this book makes me want to do so. Literature doesn't have to be incredibly deep to be good. A simple,sweet and very true book. Inspiring and beautiful.
After reading this book I immediately loaned it to my Mother, who is enjoying it as much as I did. The parents who come to live with the main character are colorful and provide a surprise twist. An easy, warm read!
This is the first of Jeanne Ray's books, I've had a chance to read. This story takes you in, stirs you into the characters and makes you want the recipes after you've finished the book. You don't dare actually bake a cake while reading this one...you miss way too much!
Down-to-earth, lovable, funny characters meet and conquer real-life problems by being down-to-earth, lovable and funny. Plus recipes. This is a character-driven novel, not a plot-driven one, but I couldn't put it down, because I wanted to know what was going to happen next. When I was done I kept wondering what the characters were doing now. And I keep thinking about trying out the cake recipes (if you're on a low-carb diet, don't even read them).
If Jeanne Ray is as good a nurse as she is an entertaining writer, then I pick her to take care of me if I get sick! I've now read all of her books (see recommended others below) and would have a tough time picking my favorite. I loved them all! Her characters are so 'real,' human, believeable and funny. Keep writing, Ms. Ray -- I can't wait for your next fun story. But, make them longer, would you please? I have trouble putting them down and finish them way too quickly!
Eat Cake - Since I too love to bake cakes for whatever purpose. I seen this title and had to wonder who would/could write a novel about 'cake'. I too put myself inside of cake occassionally when things are going rough, and I can relate to the main character in some ways. I am looking forward to reading more of Ray's books.
I loved this book. Ddidnt realize that Jeanne Ball is anurse. Which I am as well. This book I Identified with the symbolism of making cakes, nurturing, Always takng care of others, which she took care of herself by making cakes to help with her chaotic life. I loved the part when it came to her parents purky life and when she goes into business herself, and can actually see her kitchen a disaster, baaking all those cakes. Im glad it was not my house. You can tell the writer is a caretaker, and nurturing like a said just the whole book seem alot about nurturing, but also making sure you take care of your self. This is a chick lit for 40+, look out Bridget Jones.
Jeanne Ray has the ability to climb inside your head and heart and allow you to 'be' her characters. Her characters and all their little perks come alive. I think we can all relate to them. She has a style that is irrestible and delightful! I couldn't put this book down! Bravo!
A perfect novel for a summer afternoon on the beach, 'Eat Cake' takes you through some of the more trying episodes of life with a light, yet dense presentation. This is the first of Jeanne Ray's novels that I have read, and I must admit that I was attracted by my love of cake. The book does not disappoint in any way, shape or form. For anyone who's dealt or is about to deal with an independent teenager, or a dependent aging relative, this book is a must-read. It's just a delight.
This was an easy read with entertaining characters. I loved all the references to cake. But warning, you will crave cake so bad, it's tragic! I tried the pistachio cake recipe from the back of the book and it was wonderful. The recipes from the book make it worth buying alone. Would recommend to my friends!
You can have your cake and eat it too. Ray is great at such light yet sometimes serious fun. I can't think of anything better to do, whether it's a dark snowy day, or warm summer night. It is always such a delight to read her books.
Like her other books ('Romeo & Julie' and 'Step Ball Change'), 'Eat Cake' is very predictable from page one. However, that doesn't make the journey any less enjoyable. I love how Ray tells stories about families and people that are real, just like in this book. Husbands lose their jobs and the wives often have to pick up the pieces. This is a light and easy read that will leave you with a smile on your face.


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By Rick WoodSeptember 10, 2010
JOINT BASE LEWIS-MCCHORD, Wash. - Special Forces Soldiers are used to gruelling physical training. Being ready to deploy in support of special operations worldwide means staying fit.
However, even some special operators might balk at the thought of doing a triathlon during their off time.
Special Forces Maj. Scott Morley and a team of current and ex-Soldiers will compete in the Patriots Half Ironman competition in Williamsburg, Va., Saturday.
"We're doing it in honor of four men who lost their lives in 2007," Morley said. "All four of the men have children."
Their loss inspired the organization of this team, he said.
Between March and October 2007, C Company, 2nd Battalion, 1st Special Forces Group (Airborne) lost four of its Green Berets.
Sergeant Maj. Brad Conner, Sgt. 1st Class Nate Winder, Sgt. 1st Class Mike Tully, and Sgt. 1st Class Adrian Elizalde all gave their lives while serving their country during Operation Iraqi Freedom.
"It made a lot of sense to us," Morley said. "How better to honor members of Special Forces who committed to demanding training and physical fitness'"
Money raised will help provide scholarships and assistance to the children of the fallen special operators through the Special Operations Warrior Foundation, he said.
According to Morley, the foundation provides full scholarship grants and educational and family counseling to the surviving children of Special Operations personnel who die in operational or training missions, as well as immediate financial assistance to severely wounded special operations personnel and their families.
For Morley and other team members who knew, worked and fought alongside the fallen Soldiers, helping the families provide an education to their comrades' children is a way to continue to honor them.
"Two of the families will be in attendance at the race," Morley said. "Their support means so much to us."
A Half Ironman, consists of a 1.2-mile swim, 56-mile bike ride, and 13.1-mile run.
"It's going to be seven hours of continuous workout," Morley said.
Members of the team trained up to four hours a day since April in preparation for the race, he said.
"We've been training at our respective locations individually," Morley said. "All of the team members are geographically spread out."
The team has motivated each other and documented its training through a group page on Facebook, he said. "There's nothing like peer pressure to get you out of the door in the morning,"
The team set a goal of raising $20,000.
"It's been awesome," Morley said. "There's been an outstanding outpouring from supporters."
To date, the team has raised more than $27,000.
"It speaks to how much people believe in the cause," Morley said.
However, the fundraising doesn't stop there, he said.
"That number - $20,000 - that was our minimum goal," Morley said.
The group hopes to raise even more, he said.
Rick Wood is a reporter with Joint Base Lewis-McChord's weekly newspaper, the Northwest