flax seeds and fish oil

This is what my life has come to -- flax seeds and fish oil. Gag. Me. WIth. a. Spoon. Seriously. In my ever-present struggle to keep down my cholesterol (thank you, Mom) the dr. has discovered that my triglycerides are shooting for the stratosphere (thank you again, Mom). I'm on my third medication for cholesterol and finally got it below 200. My good is high and my bad is low. Alert the press! However, those nasty little tri-thingees are having the time of their life. So now I'm trying fish oil and flax seeds. Now fish oil I can take because it's in a pill and it doesn't taste "fishy" (cuz boy if it did it wouldn't be in my throat for long!). That brings me to the flax seeds. On the bottle of this delightful little seed (cuz you have to eat the whole seed, not the oil) it says, and I quote, "..Golden Flax Seeds have a delicious, nutty flavor..". OK, I may not have the world's most delicate palate but I thnk I can tell what's delicious. And nutty. And this ain't it. Was the author of this little blurb raised by wolves? Wait, no, probably not since wolves eat meat and most likely would refrain from getting anywhere near a flax seed. This person must've been raised by a group of wild giraffes. Yep .... eats leaves so must like flax seed. Try eating a few for yourself (I have a 10.5 oz bottle which contains 50 billion flax seeds --- I'll happily share). I'll start a public opinion poll. Try a few flax seeds and then post your comment here. We'll see if it's just me or if the flax seed company drugs their writers before they create their blurbs.
On the kid front -- not much going on today. The first-ever football game with my baby, I mean son, playing in it was cancelled today because of rain. And not really rain ... just the threat of rain. Wimps. OK so the rain that's supposedly coming is from a tropical storm but still ..... it's FOOTBALL! So I'll have to keep you posted on the football massacres .... I mean, games.
SInce it's dullsville at the moment I'll share with you one of my most embarassing moments as a mother. Ever. Before I start you should close your eyes and try to hear the theme to "I Love Lucy" playing in the background. Feel free to hum.
One morning I noticed that my 3 yr old, who was running around in his underwear as usual, had something on the front of his underwear (other than Sponge Bob). It looked like blood. Now, I'm a pretty laid back mom, but the thought of my baby having blood on/in his underwear was a bit scary. I kept an eye on him for the rest of the day and he seemed fine. The next morning the same thing (and yes, it was a different pair of underwear -- it had Spiderman on it). More blood on the front! So I called the dr. who told me to bring him right in. We did the ol' "put the bag on the toddler thing" and then sat around for hours filling him with liquids so that he'd finally urinate. Success. So I went home to await the test results. A few hours later the nurse called. No sign of blood in the urnine. Strange. She said to keep an eye on him and if it appeared again to bring him right in.
Well, the next morning I walked past the table where he was having breakfast. He was sitting in his underwear, eating cereal. Chocolate cereal. Yep. Ever see a toddler eat cereal? Notice how the milk drips off of the spoon with every bite? Drip, drip, drip --- right down the front of him and splat --- smack-dab onto his underwear. Chocolate-flavored milk. Ever notice how dried chocolate-flavored milk looks extremely similar to blood? Sigh. I think I finally admitted this little fiasco to his dr .... around the time of his 7 year check up.
So there you go .... wait, do you hear that? "Luuuuucy, I'm home!!!!"