Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Why does the entertainment industry insist on listing everyone even remotely involved in the making of a movie or television program, even a sportscast, at the end of the show? Is there any other industry that does anything like that? I can't think of any. The rest of us don't really feel the need to do that.
For instance...and I could choose something ordinary that the average person does as an example. But instead, just to drive my point home, I'm going to choose something amazing...like brain surgery.
So, there you are, lying on a gurney in Recovery, slowly making your way to consciousness, when you're presented with a list of all the people who should be given credit for your surgery.
Hmmm, would they be listed in order of appearance or by the importance of their role (aka, the size of their paycheck)? Either way. Don't worry, they'll all be listed.
The surgeon (or surgeons, depending on the seriousness of your problem), the anesthesiologist, the nurses (scrub, surgical, etc.). The person who admitted you and probably even the person who will release you...and they haven't even done their job yet. The person who washed and folded those really warm blankets, the person who mopped the floors, the person who sterilized the surgical instruments. Oh, all those people down the hall that are preparing the meals, not only for you, but for the hospital staff that's operating on you. And we can't forget the people in the front office who hired everyone else, even the people who selected, purchased, and provided the scrubs. Heck, they might even give you a list of the music that was played during your surgery.
But that doesn't happen. You'll get a list of charges. It might even be itemized. It'll probably reference a name or two. But nothing like what they do in Hollywood.
Now, let's compare the services provided.
The surgeons might possibly have saved a life. Hollywood likely didn't.
The surgical staff combined was probably educated for a couple dozen years or more. Hollywood likely wasn't.
In exchange for 'the credits', the hospital staff does receive a paycheck. Then again, so do all those Hollywood types.
Several of those performing medical procedures have to have certifications and degrees. Not nearly as many (if any) can say the same thing on the entertainment side.
The only thing that I think Hollywood has over the surgical staff is that their product will be seen by a heck of a lot more people. One movie, millions of people. Maybe that's why they get paid so well. Maybe that's why they deserve for their names to be displayed (sometimes twice) for every playing of every movie or television show they ever took part in.
But much like the whole hairspray thing, I just don't get it.
Monday, August 17, 2009
I got it washed and conditioned, trimmed and textured, dried and styled. She finished off the whole event by giving me what felt like a helmet of hairspray.
Do people still use hairspray? I couldn't tell you the last time I even owned a can of hairspray. Granted, I may be a bad example. I mean, I know I'm not much of a fashion plate. I rarely put more time into styling my hair than it takes to wash it. But still, the average woman...does she use hairspray anymore?
I'll bet they do for weddings and proms and pageants. But that's only half a dozen days in an entire woman's life. (Thank God!)
I like to run my fingers through my hair way too much to warrant putting hairspray on it (or is it "in it"? ...whatever). Saturday, I'd go to run my fingers through my hair and they literally got tangled up in my very short hair. How can that be? I'll tell you how...HAIRSPRAY!
My hair was much too short to go too far astray. Yet apparently this young stylist felt it necessary to glue my hair in place. I just don't get it. I couldn't wait to get home and finally wash it.
Today, my hair looks very much like it did Saturday morning. Only today, absolutely no trace of hairspray!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
- a full tank of gas
- finding a $20 bill you thought you'd already spent
- no flashing red light on your phone (voicemail)
- hearing your favorite song on the radio on the way to work
- getting a hug from your child...because he needed it
- a hard day's work
- a good night's sleep
- reading a great book
- hearing your children laugh
- laughing so hard that you cry
- sleeping in
- your cat curling up in your lap
- seeing an old friend
- someone holding the elevator for you when you're running late
- no line at the girls' bathroom
- a good hair day
- a bowl of ice cream
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Okay, so I drank my Reliv shakes religiously the first week. And I was feeling pretty good. This week, I haven't had the first one. Why not? Uhhh, I really don't have a good answer for that one. I'll work on it. I also have been really slacking on my walking lately. But last night and the night before, I got in pretty good cardio workouts just mowing the lawn. I don't have much more to mow tonight in order to finish, but it will be a bit of a workout. That's three days in a row of physical exertion. That's so much better than the three days prior.
I am now half way through Deuteronomy. I'm nearly done reading the Pentateuch. WooHoo! Slowly making my way through the Old Testament.
OH! And I ran over a snake while I was mowing last night. He (I'm assuming it was male by the look on his face) was only about 12-15" long, skinny, and black with red markings. At first I thought it was just another stick that fell from one of the trees during the last bit of wind. But when he jumped up as I ran over his back end, I had to jump back. I was freaked out a little bit. But I didn't let that stop me from mowing. I think the mower did a bit of damage to him...though not enough to kill the thing. But I kept an eye on him as I finished up the back yard.
I just re-read this post. I used the word BIT often. Do I always do that?
Friday, August 7, 2009
What would this world be like if we all dreamed big? What would this world be like if we all acted on those dreams? Could you imagine. We'd be living on the moon and driving flying cars.
Let's take this down a notch or two. Think of one dream you have. Just one. You want to lose 25 pounds or you want to write a book. You want to be debt-free or run a marathon. Now take that dream and (if it's not already big enough), biggie-size it. So, now you're losing 75 pounds or writing a whole series of books. You're debt-free, have a huge savings, AND your dream home or you're running four marathons a year.
What would you need to do to make that dream happen? Not the first one...we'll call that the intermediary one...but the BIG one. If you made it your #1 goal and put energy into it every day, do you think you could meet that goal?
Your mind believes what you tell it. If you keep saying, "I have a horrible memory." Guess what. You're helping to make it more and more true with every utterance. Tell yourself that you have a GREAT memory. If you keep telling yourself that you'll never lose that last ten pounds, you're right! You won't. You will believe that you can't do it and so you never will. Change your talk and you change your beliefs. Change your beliefs and you'll see results.
Train your mind to speak positively. And then repeat those encouraging words often. Write them down if you have to. Post them where you can see them. Just keep telling yourself that you are taking positive steps towards your goal and you won't stop until you reach your dream.
"I walk three miles every day. I look forward to it all day long. I love to walk and hate it when I miss an opportunity to get some exercise and fresh air. I can see and feel the benefits to my body. In no time, I'll be a size 10 again!"
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
I could write half a dozen posts with appropriate titles on each one. Or I could just write one post with a fairly generic title.
I chose the latter.
Speaking of, do you know when you use 'latter' and when to use 'former'? Those English Grammar rules always came pretty easily to me. I can't remember exactly when I learned this one, but it's another one of those things I never forgot. So, here's the rule... When listing two different choices like THIS and THAT, THAT is the latter and THIS is the former. The Latter is always the Last one listed. The Former is always the First one listed. See what I did there? Latter - Last. Former - First. My grammar teachers would be so proud of me for remembering that...and correctly using it.
Have you ever heard of Reliv? I never had until my cousin Amy called me last week. I ended up attending an information session about it at her home last Thursday. Honestly, it didn't matter to me what the 'professionals' said to me during that session. I was ready to commit to trying it based solely on Amy's sales pitch. Reliv is a nutritional supplement, combining a wide range of powerful nutrients in precise arrangements, allowing them to strengthen one another and provide greater health benefits than they would individually.
I don't want to get into the details of Amy's health, but when she described to me all the improvements she was feeling just after a few weeks of taking these supplements, I was amazed. She knows that I have aches and pains, that I don't sleep well and that I'm tired all the time, and that I want (and need!) to lose weight. What she probably didn't know was that I don't eat all that well and I don't take very good care of myself. Anyway, she asked me to try these products. So, I am. And I'm looking forward to realizing some of the same benefits that Amy has. It's only been a few days, but I'll keep you posted.
I paid the balance owed for my cruise in February. WooHoo! Six months away! Between work and MK, football and Christmas shopping, I'm sure the time will fly!
My son just called me. He left my house at 11pm Monday to hang with the guys at the high school. To the best of my knowledge, he hasn't been home since then. He didn't say anything Monday night about not coming home. The only thing I got from him Tuesday was a text message around 6pm about being in W'ton with friends (I don't know which friends). He finished the message by saying he'd call back later. Again, he gave me no indication that he wasn't coming home. Nor did he call back later. Well, not until 20 HOURS later. When he called (just after 2pm), he said he just woke up. I didn't ask him where he was. Probably should have.
We just had this discussion a few weeks ago when he was gone for more than a day, about how he owes me the consideration of a phone call when he's going to be gone so long (or not come home at all) just so I don't worry. Apparently he doesn't remember that conversation or doesn't care if I worry about him. But get this! The only reason he called me this afternoon was to ask me if I cared if he spent a few days in Evansville with friends. (I don't know which friends.) I was shocked that he even asked! But I told him I still wanted to know where he'd been the last 48 hours and why he didn't think to call and tell me he wasn't coming home. His only argument was that he sent a text message...to which I replied...and he ignored. I told him that I was done caring where he went. What I WANTED to say was, "Please, GO! And don't worry about coming back. I'm changing the locks." But I wimped out. And he just crawls in through a window anyway.
I wonder how long he really plans to be gone. I wonder if he remembers that he has two doctor's appointments Friday. I wonder if I'm obligated to remind him. Hmmm, I don't even know how I'd get in touch with him to do that reminding anyway. Well, that answers that question.