When I read this one I felt so dumb; of course I should have been doing it all along.  How many times have you been out in your car, had a porcelain cup filled with steaming hot water only to realize you had no teabag?  Bummer!  After reading this I resolved to never again be caught on the road without a teabag!

Interestingly this was not the main reason for hauling tea about as explained in the article from recipereader.com.  They suggested keeping a teabag out of its wrapper in the car’s interior as it absorbs moisture and odors leaving a pleasant aroma.  I guess that’s a possible byproduct of the practice.  

But next time you are out on the road enjoying a hot cuppa thanks to your spare teabag, think of me.  You’re welcome!

     I am giving myself a Time-Out!  I will sit in the corner and think about what i did.  I will come back tomorrow and not write any political drivel.  We are all a bunch of name calling adolescents and we are embarrassing ourselves on the world stage.
     When I come-back tomorrow I will only talk about important stuff like the once-in-a-life-time sale going on at the Lamps-R-Us in your neighborhood.
      No more politics***…even though I’m right!

***Obviously I meant no more THIS week.

    Wise lyrics from Michael McDonald and Kenny Loggins.  We see it every day.  

     There are fools that are so filled with fear and hate they support a lying, cheating, narcissist with a bad comb-over, and all the facts about what he has done his whole life do not convince them he deserves their pity, not their vote.
    And some fools even believe writing political mumbo-jumbo on Facebook might actually change the reader’s mind about anything.

Now that’s Crazy!

This bit of wisdom from this month HEALTHbeat, Harvard Medical School’s Newsletter.

If this is true I must have a magnificent core as I have skipped the sit-ups my entire life.  Skimming the following pages I believe they makes some reference to something called planks, but I didn’t read any further.  I find that you can get the important information from an article in the first paragraph.  

Back to my core workout. Have a nice day.

       Good advice from Edgar Cayce, reading 2984-1.  Edgar Cayce was clairvoyant so although these words were written near 100 years ago he must have seen this year’s presidential election in his dreams.  |
       Out of a population of over 300 million people we will have to choose either an 81 year old with a good heart who seemingly can barely open his eyes, or a 77 year old sleazebag hatemonger who loves no one but himself and lies incessantly.
       This is ridiculous and there is nothing to do but laugh and hope we all wake up soon.

Our friends at the AARP are looking out for us again with more tips on how to lose weight a subject on almost everyone’s mind.  But I was a bit disappointed with the answers.  They were all the same tips you would give to a person of any age; count calories, exercise more, eat protein and whole grains and cut out the sugar. But they did include one last tip that makes the whole thing work for me; ” Don’t get discouraged if you slip. Everyone has lapses. When that happens, instead of giving up, do something to get back on track.”

So that’s what I do three times a day.  After each meal I forgive myself for the slip and get back on track.  No weight loss yet but I can feel myself getting healthier!

Nothing quite like the satisfaction of meeting one’s goals!

Well, actually “Boxer Briefs” is the more acceptable term now.  But we boomers who are lovers of fine poetry and seeing underwear fondly remember the brilliantly crafted stanza:
I see London,
I see France.
I see  [Someone’s]
Underpants!
Ahh, memories…Back to business.  One of the suggestions for a great gift for Dad was a package of Mack Weldon Boxer Briefs, 3 pairs for $84.00.
My first thought was “who would pay $28.00 a pair for underpants that were not purchased at Victoria’s Secret?”  But then I read the description and was intrigued.
     “These boxer briefs hold everything in place without the legs rolling up or the waistband slipping down. They’re buttery soft and remain cool and comfortable all day long,”
So for those of you in a quandary as to what to buy me for a gift I offer this suggestion to relieve the stress of such a critical decision.  Don’t mention it!

P.S. Linda say’s I should get a hobby as I have way too much idle time on my hands.  I like to think of it as my “creative time-out!”

Script Treatment for Episode #157 of The Twilight Zone

[Voice over:   “You are about to enter another dimension. A dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind.”

[Prologue: Host Rod Serling enters through the haze of smoke into a political rally with about 20 people in attendance, (it will be wildly exaggerated by the speaker as 20,000 later).  At the podium is an aging and haggard candidate railing against his nation’s voting, legal and fast food delivery systems.  The host speaks:]

Serling:  “Presented for your inspection, one Tronald Dump, former leader of this unnamed but eerily familiar nation.  Although he is a convicted felon, openly hates any opposition, told more than 30,000 lies while in office, misappropriated funds from a charity he supported, was fined $25 million and forced to close his useless university, made up a story about phony elections undermining the system he swore to protect because he’s a sore loser, was convicted in a system he wanted to use against others, but now is lying about the proceedings and what was said by the judge; show all signs of being a narcissistic sociopath, it would appear he has a slim chance of winning the election..  How is this possible?

[Dump heard in the background “I’m the bigly smart, no one’s as smart as me, only I can save the country, forget about the lies and bankruptcies because the people I stole from loved it, they said so, especially the women when I grabbed them by the…”]

[Voice Over:
“You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension, a dimension of sound, sight, and mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas, a  dimension where mindless drones support a sub-human sleaze.  However freaking unbelievable,  we just crossed over into The Twilight Zone.”

One of the Four Immeasurables I want to live by.  But…”Guilty.”
Taking pleasure in another’s misery only perpetuates suffering,  But…”Guilty on all counts.”
Don’t let the smile on my face fool you.  I am suffering.  In the words of John Mellencamp, “It hurts so good!”