Eggs @ MindSay 
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Men with diabetes who ate any eggs at all raised their risk of death during a 20-year period studied, according to the study published in the American Journal of Clinical Nutrition.
The study adds to an ever-growing body of evidence, much of it contradictory, about how safe eggs are to eat. It did not examine what about the eggs might affect the risk of death.
Men without diabetes could eat up to six eggs a week with no extra risk of death, Dr. Luc Djousse and Dr. J. Michael Gaziano of Brigham and Women's Hospital and Harvard Medical School found.
"Whereas egg consumption of up to six eggs a week was not associated with the risk of all-cause mortality, consumption of (seven or more) eggs a week was associated with a 23 percent greater risk of death," they wrote.
"However, among male physicians with diabetes, any egg consumption is associated with a greater risk of all-cause mortality, and there was suggestive evidence for a greater risk of MI (heart attack) and stroke."
They urged more study in the general population.
Taking Claritin for The Yearly March Mystery Allergy.
Changing cars (finally!) on our auto insurance.
Running to the market for peeps to set on fire over a campfire Sunday night. Or maybe Saturday.
Starting Chapter One of an Abbreviated Autobiography. (Am thinking of turning my life into a Shrinklit just for chuckles.)
Contemplating beginning a new Bible Study series on the Gospel of Mark.
Boiling eggs without cracking them.
Coloring eggs (with PAAS tablets dissolved in vinegar).
Laundry.
More laundry.
Fixing a website link.
Playing "Cave Monster" with Cartoon Ranger.
Approving of Chocolate Muffin Bake for Cyclone.
Tidying the dining room.
Dishes.
More dishes.
Menu planning for the weekend campout.
Reading Ogden Nash poetry.
Experimenting with a new hairstyle. (Ha!)
Forgot entirely about planning dinner. Oops.
Stained new apron with egg dye. Oops.
Saved new shirt from egg dye. Yay.
Found the Annual Good Friday Repost.
Wrote a five-sentence murder to reply with on Jennifer's blog.
Visited with two neglected writing companions.
Did two movie reviews on Facebook.
Tried unsuccessfully to take a nap.
Contemplated the comfort of air conditioning in the car.
Decided that, all things being equal, I have a wonderful life. :)
Text messaging is a foreign subject to him and text / blog / internet speak is a foreign language to him. It is to me as well ..... I asked Josie the other day what something was and if I had pulled my head out of my ass I would of realized is was no sort of abbreviation but something I read and have read many times and all I could think of was "duh" .....
We will be watching a cell phone commercial and the kids will be texting and saying things like "OMG" or "LOL" or "ROF" and I'll explain what they are saying. Of course he thinks this is all silly but that is what makes this little story tickle me.
And the story is not as long as the introduction to it ..... oh, yeah .... we have chickens and collect eggs daily ....
Just went into the kitchen and noticed some things on the grocery list ....
Bread
Milk
Cottage Cheese
No Eggs L.O.L.
What can I say ..... he's giving it the old college try ....... lol
Peace. J.
She slid away from him, pushed a pillow under his arm and went to relieve herself, and wash her face. She wanted to sleep another hour, or longer unless he woke her up again. Her stomach growled again and she giggled. She thought she'd better get up or it would wake him. They had skipped dinner, with nothing since lunch, and her tummy was protesting. The rest of her was purring though and she smiled at that. She felt the soreness and swelling of her labia, and anus, how tender her nipples were and smiled, and ran her hand over her thighs and between her legs. She'd slept, wonderfully, covered with his sweat, his scent and her thighs sticky with him.
They had went to bed and slept soundly for several hours, when he woke her up. She guided him into her as he positioned her like he wanted, wrapped his arms tightly around her, and she rode his cock for wave after wave of pleasure. He pulled away, turned her, positioned her again and she gasped as the cool sea breeze stung her skin and hardened her nipples even more. She opened her mouth for his use, wanting to taste him and he rewarded her with moans of his pleasure. She slid her hand between his legs directing his cock to where she wanted, rolled over on her tummy and raised her hips, then spread her cheeks and pushed again and again, taking breaths with each thrust and aching with each wave that shot through her.
She came over and over, then surrendered entirely for his use. He turned her again on her back, spread her lips wide and pulled her hips to him again. She held the sheets with her fists and took his thrusts until he curled up next to her and kissed her neck. He played with her sore, swollen labia as she let the pain and ache sting her as she felt him flow out of her between her thighs and her cheeks. He ran his hands, his fingers over her, caressing, kissing her. He didn't have to say anything, she knew from his touch. He kissed her for a long time and she used her breath to sustain him and care for him. She'd fallen asleep tucked under his arm, when he pulled the covers over them again, the scent of him and their sex in each breath.
She checked to see if he was stirring. She sat next to him trying to think but not allow some of her thoughts to return now that it was daylight. She was fine in the daylight today, and she let out a shaky breath. She looked at him sleeping, and thought as she examined him, he's not the man she thought of when she imagined her guy. She still couldn't fit all the pieces together and it surprised her how she felt right now. He was tall, thick muscles and people smiled at him, and, they stepped aside when he walked in. He was easy to approach, and seemed to just take the world as he found it, but his confidence was as overpowering as his scent to her. If it were up to looks, he was handsome, not pretty, not what she'd been attracted to at all. Her heart ached and twisted when she looked at him, but then she smiled thinking about how he made her laugh, a roller coaster of emotions unless she shook it off.
She looked through the packages, still unpacked, and found her new nightgowns and robes, and picked one each. She giggled loudly at the sight of her new panties and bras, and summoned the pain and ache of last night. At one point, when he took her, she was out of control and a mere,wonderful, receptacle for his cock. She smiled again, with wicked wicked thoughts, coming when she was so full and stretched. It happened first when he displayed her. His fingers inside her, shaving her, she lost her mind and couldn't do anything except give in to him. What happened after that was on pure instinct, still maddened by the ache, she didn't think but just clinged to him. She'd figured that out just now, she was clinging to him from what he'd done to her. Her heart ached and emptied again, and she thought to lay down with him again, wait for him to wake. She kissed him lightly and walked away a little shaky as her emotions rolled and surged.
She peeked out of the curtains and at first she thought it was still early, but looked to see heavy clouds and a dark rainy day in the forecast. Instead of dreary thoughts, she thought for a second and remembered. She looked through the frig for the food she'd ordered stocked, picked out what she wanted, made coffee and pressed the button and tiptoed through their bedroom to the shower. She made a mental list of the lists she needed to make. She giggled again and was relieved to see body wash in the shower and wrapped soap bars. The only time she'd been here before she was handcuffed or wrapped around his waist, and she squealed a bit smiling and reliving the way he took her.
By the time she heard him getting up, their kitchen was warm, food was almost ready and she waited for him to come and find her. A moment later, he came in and took her in his arms, holding her trying to wake up. He kissed her immediately, and she ached.
"Pretty girl" She smiled when he said that.
"I have food! You didn't feed your pet." She put the coffee cup in his hand and kissed him back.
He sipped the coffee and tried again to wake up.
"Just take the butter, and coffee, and sit down."
He went to the patio door and stood in the breeze for a moment, out of the warmth of the kitchen area.
"How about a fire? Then we can, whatever, after we eat"
"I always like our "whatevers. Yes, a fire."
She put hot bread on the table, took a large steak from the cook top grill on a platter, with another platter of hashbrowns, and grabbed the coffee pot. He lit the fire and came in and sat down, looking for the coffee cup. She took a sip and handed it to him, motioning him to refill it. She put two steak knifes, forks and large spoons on the table wrapped in cloth napkins and sat down with a bowl full of poached eggs and the butter. He sat silently watching her every move taking in the scene, and realizing the smell and sizzle of steak was beginning to torment him.
"Your pet is starving! And, I've had to smell it cooking!" She took her knife and fork, dropped the napkin in her lap and cut a big bite of the steak, and tore at the bread while she chewed. Looked around, jumped up and got a knife for the butter and buttered the bread. Another big bite and then dipped the bread in the poached eggs. He took his knife and fork and joined her, cutting another bite off the steak, and spooned out a bite of the eggs. She got up again suddenly, brought back salt, pepper, Tabasco, and jam.
"Wonderful breakfast my pet. Thank you" She had her mouth full and puckered up for a smooch. He leaned forward and kissed her, and she tasted the Tabasco on his lips.
"Your tummy woke me up this morning" He smiled and cut another bite of the steak. She squealed and giggled.
"You must feed your pet! Especially if you're going to just take her in the middle of the night."
"Happy tummy?" They shared the steak and eggs, she refilled the coffee cup. The wind picked up and it began to rain heavily, she looked over at the fire and put it together for the rest of the day. Just like that.
"Yes. Happy pet"
"You know, I like this." He smiled and cut more steak since she was taking two bites to his one. She laughed.
"If you'd told me I'd be doing this" She shook her head and stabbed the piece of steak he just cut. "I'm doing things that never occurred to me. It's how I am with 'you', that's all I can figure. I share our bed, our pleasure, food, warmth, I breathe for you, care for you, maybe I'll even enlighten you. I don't know. Its how I am with you is all I can figure"
"What do I do for you then?" He quickly cut another piece of steak and she laughed at him.
"I don't fall apart". She smiled at him, and stole another bite of his eggs. He reached for the bread and butter, and just smiled, she knew he was pleased with her and she shuddered.
"Yesterday, I was yours. Today, I am yours." Surprised she said it outloud.
"I'm going to start a bath. Finish your food and then come find me." She took another piece of bread smearing it with butter and jam, leaving him with the rest of the steak and eggs.
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