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Showing posts with label Healthy Family. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Friday, September 19, 2008
Plastic, Heart Disease And Diabetes
In case you missed it, that bottled water might be sending you to an early grave so says research published in the Journal of the American Medical Association
Read more at JJSDiabetes.
Read more at JJSDiabetes.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
They do grow up too fast
He made her heart flutter & it was cute . . .
Now she drives to school & before long . . .
Now she drives to school & before long . . .
Friday, July 25, 2008
The Wooden Bowl
A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year - old grandson. The old man's hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.'We must do something about father,' said the son. 'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?'
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, 'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
HT The1stBA
The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather's shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor. When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.
The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.'We must do something about father,' said the son. 'I've had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.'
So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner. There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner. Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.
When the family glanced in Grandfather's direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone. Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped a fork or spilled food.
The four-year-old watched it all in silence.
One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor. He asked the child sweetly, 'What are you making?'
Just as sweetly, the boy responded, 'Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.' The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.
The words so struck the parents that they were speechless. Then tears started to stream down their cheeks. Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.
That evening the husband took Grandfather's hand and gently led him back to the family table. For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason, neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.
HT The1stBA
Sunday, January 06, 2008
Aim to age wisely
A father, son and grandson went to the country club for their weekly round of golf. Just as they reached the first tee, a beautiful young blonde woman carrying her bag of clubs approached them. She explained that the member who brought her to the club for a round of golf had an emergency that called him away and asked the trio whether she can join them.
Naturally, the guys all agreed.
Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything that you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But I enjoy playing golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me on how to play my shots."
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to place her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the green.
The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said. The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and I have faded it a little." After the three guys hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within five feet of the hole (She was closest to the pin.) The son said, "Damn, lady, you played that perfectly."
The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even an easy seven would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt." She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honors, she drove first on the second hole, knocked the hell out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par, and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She turned to the three guys and said, "I really want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course. If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole, I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some 35-year-old Single Malt Strathmill Scotch in him, fix him a steak dinner and then show him a very good time the rest of the night.
The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green, carefully eying the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the cup.
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb. Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the cup.
The fit and trim grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up and handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart."
The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"
OLD AGE AND WISDOM WILL OVERCOME YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE EVERY TIME.
HT The1stBA
Naturally, the guys all agreed.
Smiling, the blonde thanked them and said, "Look, fellows, I work in a topless bar as a dancer, so nothing shocks me anymore. If any of you want to smoke cigars, have a beer, bet, swear, tell off-color stories or do anything that you normally do when playing a round together, go ahead. But I enjoy playing golf, consider myself pretty good at it, so don't try to coach me on how to play my shots."
With that the guys agreed to relax and invited her to drive first.
All eyes were fastened on her shapely behind as she bent to place her ball on the tee. She then took her driver and hit the ball 270 yards down the middle, right in front of the green.
The father's mouth was agape. "That was beautiful," he said. The blonde put her driver away and said, "I really didn't get into it, and I have faded it a little." After the three guys hit their drives and their second shots, the blonde took out an eight iron and lofted the ball within five feet of the hole (She was closest to the pin.) The son said, "Damn, lady, you played that perfectly."
The blonde frowned and said, "It was a little weak, but even an easy seven would have been too much club. I've left a tricky little putt." She then tapped in the five-footer for a birdie.
Having the honors, she drove first on the second hole, knocked the hell out of the ball, and it landed nearly 300 yards away smack in the middle of the fairway.
For the rest of the round the statuesque blonde continued to amaze the guys, quietly and methodically shooting for par or less on every hole.
When they arrived at the 18th green, the blonde was three under par, and had a very nasty 12-foot putt on an undulating green for a par. She turned to the three guys and said, "I really want to thank you all for not acting like a bunch of chauvinists and telling me what club to use or how to play a shot, but I need this putt for a 69 and I'd really like to break 70 on this course. If any one of you can tell me how to make par on this hole, I'll take him back to my apartment, pour some 35-year-old Single Malt Strathmill Scotch in him, fix him a steak dinner and then show him a very good time the rest of the night.
The yuppie son jumped at the thought! He strolled across the green, carefully eying the line of the putt and finally said, "Honey, aim about 6 inches to the right of the hole and hit it firm. It will get over that little hump and break right into the cup.
The father knelt down and sighted the putt using his putter as a plumb. Don't listen to the kid, darlin', you want to hit it softly 10 inches to the right and let it run left down that little hogback, so it falls into the cup.
The fit and trim grandfather walked over to the blonde's ball, picked it up and handed it to her and said, "That's a gimme, sweetheart."
The blonde smiled and said, "Your car or mine?"
OLD AGE AND WISDOM WILL OVERCOME YOUTHFUL EXUBERANCE EVERY TIME.
HT The1stBA
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Monday, December 17, 2007
Please read . . .
Newswise — The houseguests are gone. The gifts have been exchanged. The decorations are down, and so are you. If you’re feeling blue following the holidays, you’re not alone.
“I see more cases of depression in January than any other time of year,” says Gary L. Malone, M.D., medical director and chief of behavioral health at Baylor All Saints Medical Center at Fort Worth.
Why is depression so common following the holidays? The frantic holiday season is catching up with you. You overate, overdrank, overspent and overextended yourself. Maybe a family gathering reignited an old grudge, or a get-together reminded you of a lost loved one. The hustle and bustle of the season may have distracted you, but now there’s seemingly nothing to look forward to until spring.
The good news is that you can beat your post-holiday blues. Dr. Malone offers the following tips:
- Eat, drink and be healthy. Raid your pantry and toss any leftover holiday treats. Eating a balanced diet will give you more energy and will make you feel better. Cut back on caffeine if you’re having trouble sleeping, and limit your alcohol intake. Excessive consumption contributes to depression.
- Work it out. Physical activity releases feel-good chemicals in your body that help make you happier. Plus, it will rid you of those extra pounds you gained during the holiday season. If the winter weather is keeping you from your regular fitness routine, take it inside. Walk the inside perimeter of a mall or join a gym. Many offer New Year’s specials.
- Share your feelings. Don’t keep your frustrations bottled up. Confide in a trusted friend or family member. Often just talking about what’s bothering you can be a big relief. Your confidant may be able to offer a realistic perspective on what you’re going through.
- Know when to ask for help. If your post-holiday blues don’t go away, or if you experience physical symptoms of depression, talk with your doctor. Treatment is available and may include antidepressants and therapy.
Symptoms of Depression
- a persistent sad or “empty” mood
- sleeping too little or too much
- weight loss or weight gain
- loss of interest in once-enjoyed activities
- restlessness
- difficulty concentrating
- fatigue
- thoughts of death or suicide
Source: National Mental Health Association
For more information about Baylor All Saints Medical Center at Fort Worth, visit http://www.BaylorHealth.com.
Friday, November 23, 2007
Hat tip to Rogaine
Adam Innocent captured (with his iPhone) Any Donkey (center) chatting while waiting for the Run to Feed the Hungry to start on Thanksgiving day. Yup, that Rogaine is working.
Our team was the Tofu Turkeys . . .
Being Thankful
It has been a busy time for Any Donkey - I apologize for the sporadic posting.
I received a lengthy email from a friend, the gist of which was annoynously helping others - certainly applicable all year long . . .
A short quote follows. (I am not deleting the references to Christianity as I tire of efforts to be PC that dumbs-down and "vanellizes" society. I don't subscribe to many of the beliefs of others - but that does not prevent me from respecting their beliefs and gaining some insight into the world outside my own:
Ten Ways to Practice an Anonymous Thanksgiving.
Beyond our work and family responsibilities, there are many things we can do anonymously that will move the cause of Christ forward and bring some joy to those for whom He died. Consider these possibilities:
• At the next tollbooth, pay for the car behind you.
• Send a thank-you letter to a teacher you once had, letting him or her know the difference he or she made in your life.
• Ask an older person to tell you a story about his or her youth.
• Order a mail-order gift, anonymously, for a friend or coworker.
• Give another driver your parking spot.
• Let someone merge ahead of you on the freeway. Smile. Wave at them.
• Write a note to the boss of someone who has helped you, thanking him or her for employing such a quality person.
• Buy a box of groceries and leave it on a doorstep in a neighborhood where it’s needed.
• Praise the work or attitude of a coworker to someone else in the office.
• Write a note to the owner of a house or garden in your neighborhood whose beauty gives pleasure.
I received a lengthy email from a friend, the gist of which was annoynously helping others - certainly applicable all year long . . .
A short quote follows. (I am not deleting the references to Christianity as I tire of efforts to be PC that dumbs-down and "vanellizes" society. I don't subscribe to many of the beliefs of others - but that does not prevent me from respecting their beliefs and gaining some insight into the world outside my own:
Ten Ways to Practice an Anonymous Thanksgiving.
Beyond our work and family responsibilities, there are many things we can do anonymously that will move the cause of Christ forward and bring some joy to those for whom He died. Consider these possibilities:
• At the next tollbooth, pay for the car behind you.
• Send a thank-you letter to a teacher you once had, letting him or her know the difference he or she made in your life.
• Ask an older person to tell you a story about his or her youth.
• Order a mail-order gift, anonymously, for a friend or coworker.
• Give another driver your parking spot.
• Let someone merge ahead of you on the freeway. Smile. Wave at them.
• Write a note to the boss of someone who has helped you, thanking him or her for employing such a quality person.
• Buy a box of groceries and leave it on a doorstep in a neighborhood where it’s needed.
• Praise the work or attitude of a coworker to someone else in the office.
• Write a note to the owner of a house or garden in your neighborhood whose beauty gives pleasure.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Before you grab a sharp knife
practice with your mouse and cut the pumpkin.
Thanks to The1stBA for the diversion. After this week, a few Ramboids might require a more serious variety of diversion.
Thanks to The1stBA for the diversion. After this week, a few Ramboids might require a more serious variety of diversion.
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Got crabs? Please call.
. . . the Dutch Natural History Museum - your anonymity is guaranteed. Apparently, the DNHM needs a crab - pubic lice - for its collection and it is having difficulty finding one.
Authorities wonder if the Brazilian killed the pubic louse. If you have to ask, click. Be warned that although effort is made to maintain a family friendly blog, life is life. Deal with it.
Curator Kees Moeliker opines that the lice's habitat is being threatened.
When the bamboo forests that the Giant Panda lives in were cut down, the bear became threatened with extinction. Pubic lice can't live without pubic hair.No word whether Moeliker advocates reforestation.
HT FinzToRite for the news.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Next stop, Scruffy's
Drinks Indicate Your Personality
Before you order a drink in public, you should read this. Seven New York City bartenders were asked if they could 'nail' a woman's personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately, they concurred on almost all counts. The results:
PART A: WOMEN-DRINKS, WHO THEY ARE, & YOU.
Drink: Beer Personality: Causal, low-maintenance; down to earth.
Your Approach: Challenge her to a game of pool.
Drink: Blender Drinks Personality: Flaky, whiny, annoying; a pain in the
ass.
Your Approach: Avoid her, unless you want to be her cabana boy.
Drink: Mixed Drinks Personality: Older, more refined, high maintenance, has very picky taste; knows EXACTLY what she wants.
Your Approach: You won't have to approach her. If she's interested, she'll send YOU a drink.
Drink: Wine (does not include White Zinfandel)
Personality: Conservative and classy; sophisticated yet giggles.
Your Approach: Tell her you love to travel and spend quiet evenings with friends.
Drink: White Zinfandel Personality: Easy; thinks she is classy and sophisticated, actually, she has NO clue.
Your Approach: Make her feel smarter than she is - this should be an easy target.
Drink: Shots Personality: Likes to hang with frat-boy pals and looking to get totally drunk - and naked.
Your Approach: Easiest hit in the joint. You have been blessed. Nothing to do but wait, however, be careful not to make her mad.
Drink: Tequila No explanations required - everyone just KNOWS what happens
there.
. . .
PART B: MAN-DRINKS & WHO THE MEN ARE.
THEN, there is the MALE addendum -- The deal with guys is, as always, very simple and clear cut:
Domestic Beer: He's poor and wants to get laid.
Imported Beer: He likes good beer and wants to get laid.
Wine: He is hoping that the wine will give him a sophisticated image to help him get laid.
Before you order a drink in public, you should read this. Seven New York City bartenders were asked if they could 'nail' a woman's personality based on what she drinks. Though interviewed separately, they concurred on almost all counts. The results:
PART A: WOMEN-DRINKS, WHO THEY ARE, & YOU.
Drink: Beer Personality: Causal, low-maintenance; down to earth.
Your Approach: Challenge her to a game of pool.
Drink: Blender Drinks Personality: Flaky, whiny, annoying; a pain in the
ass.
Your Approach: Avoid her, unless you want to be her cabana boy.
Drink: Mixed Drinks Personality: Older, more refined, high maintenance, has very picky taste; knows EXACTLY what she wants.
Your Approach: You won't have to approach her. If she's interested, she'll send YOU a drink.
Drink: Wine (does not include White Zinfandel)
Personality: Conservative and classy; sophisticated yet giggles.
Your Approach: Tell her you love to travel and spend quiet evenings with friends.
Drink: White Zinfandel Personality: Easy; thinks she is classy and sophisticated, actually, she has NO clue.
Your Approach: Make her feel smarter than she is - this should be an easy target.
Drink: Shots Personality: Likes to hang with frat-boy pals and looking to get totally drunk - and naked.
Your Approach: Easiest hit in the joint. You have been blessed. Nothing to do but wait, however, be careful not to make her mad.
Drink: Tequila No explanations required - everyone just KNOWS what happens
there.
. . .
PART B: MAN-DRINKS & WHO THE MEN ARE.
THEN, there is the MALE addendum -- The deal with guys is, as always, very simple and clear cut:
Domestic Beer: He's poor and wants to get laid.
Imported Beer: He likes good beer and wants to get laid.
Wine: He is hoping that the wine will give him a sophisticated image to help him get laid.
Whiskey: He doesn't give a damn about anything but getting laid.
Tequila: He is thinking he has a chance with the toothless waitress.
White Zinfandel: He's gay
HT The1st BA
Tequila: He is thinking he has a chance with the toothless waitress.
White Zinfandel: He's gay
HT The1st BA
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Dilbert on The China Study
More than funny cartoons . . .
HT BLogan
There’s a fascinating book called The China Study. It centers on a massive study of diet and health in China. The author’s conclusion is that while the big health risks of our time (cancer, heart disease, diabetes, etc.) clearly have a genetic component, they are rarely triggered when people eat a plant-based diet.Dilbert Blog
HT BLogan
Monday, August 13, 2007
Donkey's Mailbag
It is important for men to remember that, as women grow older, it becomes harder for them to maintain the same quality of housekeeping as when they were younger. When you notice this, try to show some understanding. My name is Wayne, and let me relate how I handled the situation with my wife, Beverly.
When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Bev to get a full time job along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed.
Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf course about the same time she gets home from work. Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the country club, so eating out again at night is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home-cooking when I hit that door.
She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating, but now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that the dishes won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.
Another symptom of aging is complaining. For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the
monthly bills during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think that this is one of my strong points.
When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too.
I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Bev, and I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older, but, guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this letter, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.
Signed,
Wayne
EDITOR'S NOTE:
Wayne died tragically on March 1st of a perforated rectum. The police report says he was found with a Calloway extra long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up his rear end, with barely 5 inches of grip showing and with a sledge hammer lying nearby.
His wife Beverly was arrested and charged with murder. The all-woman jury took only 15 minutes to find her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that Wayne somehow, without looking, accidentally sat down on his golf club lengthwise.
When I retired a few years ago, it became necessary for Bev to get a full time job along with her part-time job, both for extra income and for the health benefits that we needed.
Shortly after she started working, I noticed she was beginning to show her age. I usually get home from the golf course about the same time she gets home from work. Although she knows how hungry I am, she almost always says she has to rest for half an hour or so before she starts dinner. I don't yell at her. Instead, I tell her to take her time and just wake me when she gets dinner on the table. I generally have lunch in the Men's Grill at the country club, so eating out again at night is not reasonable. I'm ready for some home-cooking when I hit that door.
She used to do the dishes as soon as we finished eating, but now it's not unusual for them to sit on the table for several hours after dinner. I do what I can by diplomatically reminding her several times each evening that the dishes won't clean themselves. I know she really appreciates this, as it does seem to motivate her to get them done before she goes to bed.
Another symptom of aging is complaining. For example, she will say that it is difficult for her to find time to pay the
monthly bills during her lunch hour. But, boys, we take 'em for better or worse, so I just smile and offer encouragement. I tell her to stretch it out over two or even three days. That way she won't have to rush so much. I also remind her that missing lunch completely now and then wouldn't hurt her any (if you know what I mean). I like to think that this is one of my strong points.
When doing simple jobs, she seems to think she needs more rest periods. She had to take a break when she was only half finished mowing the yard. I try not to make a scene. I'm a fair man. I tell her to fix herself a nice, big, cold glass of freshly squeezed lemonade and just sit for a while. And, as long as she is making one for herself, she may as well make one for me, too.
I know that I probably look like a saint in the way I support Bev, and I'm not saying that showing this much consideration is easy. Nobody knows better than I do how frustrating women get as they get older, but, guys, even if you just use a little more tact and less criticism of your aging wife because of this letter, I will consider that writing it was well worthwhile. After all, we are put on this earth to help each other.
Signed,
Wayne
EDITOR'S NOTE:
Wayne died tragically on March 1st of a perforated rectum. The police report says he was found with a Calloway extra long 50-inch Big Bertha Driver II golf club jammed up his rear end, with barely 5 inches of grip showing and with a sledge hammer lying nearby.
His wife Beverly was arrested and charged with murder. The all-woman jury took only 15 minutes to find her Not Guilty, accepting her defense that Wayne somehow, without looking, accidentally sat down on his golf club lengthwise.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Make the most of your life
One day at at time.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"
HT JRW.
Frame every so-called disaster with these words: "In five years, will this matter?"
HT JRW.
Friday, June 15, 2007
Make the most of your life
One day at a time.
No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
HT JRW.
No one is in charge of your happiness except you.
HT JRW.
Sunday, June 10, 2007
What the world eats
What the World Eats is a fascinating pictorial essay:
HT to FinzToRite.
What's on family dinner tables in fifteen different homes around the globe? Photographs by Peter Menzel from the book "Hungry Planet".It is easy to see why the United States runs in the front of the pack in diabetes, weigh management issues and other diseases of affluence.
HT to FinzToRite.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Make the most of your life
One day at a time.
Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
HT JRW.
Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
HT JRW.
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