All I have to say is, God Bless Jamie Oliver.

I finally got around to watching his show, “Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution”, in which he spends 3 months in Huntington, West Virginia (the most unhealthy town in the U.S., according to the Center for Disease Control) and attempts to teach people how to eat properly. After a smashing success getting schools in England to trash the processed food and start feeding kids fresh stuff, Jamie wants to spread the message on this side of the pond. I was SO relieved to see something like this going on; having been a teacher myself, I have seen the kind of crap kids are being fed in schools — I use the word “crap” specifically, since much of it can’t technically be categorized as “food” — and even the kind of crap that PARENTS are sending in the lunch boxes. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: No one, especially kids, should eat anything florescent. So, hooray for celebrities that are actually using their star power to help humanity. Now to cut through all the USDA’s red tape…

My due date has come and gone and LB is still sleeping in. I still have another couple of weeks until I’m considered “post-term” so I’m not too concerned, but I am so freakin’ pregnant I should lease myself out to one of those “wide load” trucking companies. So that I don’t obsess about this baby not coming, I’ve been obsessively cleaning and baking, fearful that I’ll go into labor with a messy house and nothing to eat. The problem with that is, I live with two men, one of whom it 20 months old and trails messes wherever he goes. The other plows through my muffins like he’s trying to break a record for highest number of muffins eaten in a 15-minute period. Ah well, at least it’s keeping me busy…

Since I will be transforming into the “Dairy Queen” pretty soon, I am looking for book recommendations to keep me occupied while LB is in chow mode. Send ‘em along if you’ve got ‘em.