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What I Heard This Week! 10-21-2021

What I Heard This Week October 20, 2021

Hooters has decided, after quite an uprising from employees, that employees can now choose from their traditional uniforms or the new updated uniforms that have shorter bikini-style shorts that are too revealing, uncomfortable, and cause a perpetual wedgie. Hmmm. Such a tough decision. There are so many benefits to being older and wiser. And sensible, knowledgeable, responsible, reasonable, practical, level-headed, and sober.


Kanye West has now officially changed his name to Ye. No middle name, no last name, just Ye. I thought that was what you call someone when you cannot remember their real name. Ok, maybe that is Yo. You know, “Yo, buddy.” One person noted that he can now be Ye Olde West. Giggle. Yo might be a man with a troubled mind. He says the change is for a personal reason. Mel Brooks is finally making History of the World, Part II. He says, “I can’t wait to once more tell the real truth about all the phony baloney stories the world has been conned into believing are HISTORY!” Robert Durst, the millionaire convicted of murder, is on a ventilator with Covid. McDonald’s is facing two more hot coffee spill lawsuits, both at drive-thru windows at separate locations in San Antonio. The Coast Guard rescued five people from a 20-foot-long sinking boat close to the mouth of the Brazos River. They were able to tow the sinking boat to a marina in Freeport. In Waller County, 21 people survived a fiery plane crash during take-off. They are calling it miracle on the runway. Everyone was heading to Boston for Game 4 between Houston Astros and Boston Red Sox. (Astros 9 – Boston 2, series tied, I watched the condensed version on FilmRoom, and it was more like the final moments of a great basketball game.)


Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.  Oprah Winfrey


A woman staying at an Airbnb found a receipt for over $1000 worth of surveillance technology under the bed. She posted a video on social media and well, the rest is history. Hosts are supposed to disclose all security cameras and other recording devices in their listings. And actually, it was not even the same house as what was advertised in the listing’s pictures, along with roaches in the kitchen. I would need more information in order to form an opinion on this one.


I loved this. A dog owner says that she dyes her Labrador’s tail different rainbow colors because, as a service dog, it makes her distinguishable from most other dogs of her breed, and less of a target by dog thieves. Labrador retrievers are among the top ten most stolen breeds, with dogs with this type of training bringing as much as $2,000 when sold. The owner also noted, “Service dogs are also one of the most sought out dogs to steal because of how well trained they are.Teller the Wonder Dog agrees.


After shopping I returned to my car to find I only had 23 pounds of air in one tire. It was 5:30 on Saturday afternoon, so I ran over to Discount Tire thinking that they would be open until 6. Nope. So, I ran next door to Midas just to ask them if there was something I could pick up at an auto parts store just to temporarily save the tire until Monday, when I could get to Brazosport Tire. Those sweet Midas guys plugged the tire for me and did not charge a thing. Thank you to T.J., Kevin, Jason, Deandre, and George. They went above and beyond for a late Saturday afternoon stranger. If you need anything done, head on over to Midas at the Brazos Mall. They are great. Then on Tuesday, at my appointment with David Novosad at Brazosport Tire, his guys were able to save the tire and did not charge me. I don’t care what you say, small town is the best. And if you are looking for new tires, call David. 979-265-7434. Those guys are just the best. They also do brakes.


RECENT BIRTHDAYS: Artist Peter Max is 84. Actor John Lithgow is 76. Singer Jeannie C. Riley is 76. Harper Valley PTA. Singer Patrick Simmons of The Doobie Brothers is 73. Rapper Snoop Dogg is 50. Actor Joyce Randolph of The Honeymooners is 97. Trixie Norton. Paul Butterfield Blues Band. TV judge Judy Sheindlin is 79. Actor Christopher Lloyd is 83. Doc Brown in Back to the Future. Actor-dancer Ben Vereen is 75. Singer-actor-talk show host Marie Osmond is 62.

Author Anne Rice is 80. Country singer Dwight Yoakam is 65. Singer “Weird Al” Yankovic is 62. Country singer Leroy Van Dyke is 92. Walk on By. Actor Lori Saunders of Petticoat Junction is 80. Actor Susan Sarandon is 75. Singer David Lee Roth of Van Halen is 67. Country singer Tanya Tucker is 63. Country singer Gene Watson is 78. Singer Daryl Hall of Hall and Oates is 75. Singer Sam Moore of Sam and Dave is 86. News host Chris Wallace is 74. Actor-singer Susan Anton is 71. Actor Catherine Deneuve is 78.

Actor Hugh Jackman is 53. Child actor Adam Rich of Eight Is Enough is 53. Musician Paul Simon is 80. Country singer Lacy J. Dalton is 75. Actor Demond Wilson of Sanford and Son is 75. Singer Sammy Hagar is 74. Model Beverly Johnson is 69. Actor Linda Lavin of Alice is 84. Musician Richard Carpenter of The Carpenters is 75. Singer Tito Jackson is 68. TV chef Emeril Lagasse is 62. Actor Angela Lansbury is 96.


Betty Lynn, the actress that played Thelma Lou on The Andy Griffith Show, died at 95. She reprised the role of Thelma Lou 20 years later in the made-for-TV movie Return to Mayberry, in which she and Barney finally got married. She served as an ambassador at the Andy Griffith Museum in Mount Airy, NC, where she made her home, making regular appearances to sign autographs and speak with fans. Such a simpler time.


Colin Powell, a retired Four-Star General, White House National Security Advisor, Secretary of State to George W. Bush, and Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, died from complications from Covid at age 84. He was fighting multiple myeloma, so he had a very weakened immune system, in addition to Parkinson’s. Despite full vaccination, his body was unable to produce enough antibodies to fight off Covid. Please get vaccinated.


There is no end to the good you can do if you don’t care who gets the credit. Colin Powell


If you are taking a deep breath right now, thinking that hurricane season is past us, stop. August, September, and October are considered the busiest 3-month period of hurricane season and now we have to worry about the arrival of La Niña. Yes, La Niña conditions are present again for the second winter in a row, which seems to make it more desirable for hurricanes, but according to the National Weather Service, no new tropical cyclones are expected in the next five days. They will not ever use the Greek alphabet again to name storms because it was too confusing last year when they ran out of names. The only name left this year is Wanda, then they go to a new list.


I pulled out my 2021 Farmer’s Almanac from its safe-space and turned to the Texas column. Nothing much expected after October. It says that our first average frost is expected around December 20 and the last average frost around February 8th. Hmmm. Wait just a minute. What about the Great Texas Freeze of 2021 that happened during Valentine’s week last year? You remember! It brought snow, sleet, and freezing rain to Southeast Texas, and extreme cold temperatures that lasted for days. This was one of the most impactful winter events in recent history that brought road closures, power outages, loss of heat, broken pipes, all huge impacts for our area, the state of Texas, and most of the country. Let’s hope that does not happen again…


Friendship is so weird… you just pick a human you’ve met and you’re like “Yep, I like this one” and you just do stuff with them. Unknown


The better I get to know men, the more I find myself loving dogs. Charles de Gaulle


For the past several months, we have all heard rumors that movie star Matthew McConaughey has been thinking about running for the governor of Texas. Now, I’m not too sure what to think of this. He seems to be just a really normal, down-to-Earth, likeable, and approachable guy. Even when he is playing the bongo drums naked. I would care to say, especially when he is playing the bongo drums naked. I enjoyed his book, but governor of Texas. Hmmm. Actually, as I write this, I can think of several hundred less positive things that could happen. McConaughey was born in Uvalde, graduated from Longview High School and UT, and now lives in Austin. He is a current professor of communications at UT and minister of culture. He was a part of a group of investors that provided funding for a basketball and multipurpose arena at UT. He is a co-owner of Austin’s first Major League Soccer team, Austin FC. His We’re Texas virtual concert raised more than $7 million in a matter of hours after the deadly freeze in February, prompting the Texas Monthly headline “Matthew McConaughey and Beyoncé Did More for Texas Than Ted Cruz.”  The filing deadline for the March 1 primary is Dec. 13. In a poll last month by the Dallas Morning News/UT at Tyler, 44% of voters favored McConaughey, 35% favored incumbent Republican Gov. Greg Abbott, and the rest would choose another candidate. But it is unclear what party McConaughey would join. Democrat Beto O’Rourke of El Paso, former congressman and candidate for president and Senate, is also investigating a campaign for governor.


Three dogs have been stranded for a month in an abandoned yard covered with volcanic ash on the island of La Palma in the Canary Islands. The volcano continues spewing lava, so emergency authorities have been dropping food and trying to figure out how to rescue the dogs because helicopters are banned from flying to the area. The hot gas can damage the rotors. They have decided to go in with a 100-pound remote-controlled drone and will have just four minutes to encourage a dog over to the containment net and another four minutes to fly it out over the lava. Three times. What great people.


OK, last week, because it is Breast Cancer Month, I shared my story about my own breast cancer in 2003. Now that you have that information, what will you do with it? I cried a little when I wrote it because it is not something that I dwell on often. After this many years, it still hurts, but believe me, IT IS NOT THE WORSE THING that ever happened to me. Just another bump in the road of life.

What I did not tell you was to get your mammogram, so I will tell you now. Get your mammogram. Encourage others to do the same. When you go, always ask for copies of your reports and YOU compare them with the previous year. Doctors are super busy people. Bottom line is that you really need to make yourself somewhat responsible for your health care. When I was diagnosed in 2003, there were eight ladies working in my office. Three of those eight women found something on their past or present reports that someone had not mentioned or found important, or they received their new mammogram and actually had a questionable situation. This resulted in one biopsy, one ultrasound, and one woman was put on special watch for several months. Just from my office alone.

If you know someone going through any kind of cancer treatment, then remember to drop them a card in the mail, a funny joke, a funny meme or text, a cupcake, dinner, a pretty pin, or a box of chocolates – just something/anything to let them know that you are thinking about them. Let them know that you are praying for them when you sit waiting for the light to turn green. I received something on the day that I needed it most

On a more humorous note, I found out there are several men in town that really, really like bald women. I heard, “Haven’t you ever seen Star Trek? She’s a babe.” “Bald is so sexy.”  “There is nothing wrong with bald.”  Their visits brought me so much joy. If they were lying, they were certainly able to put a big grin on my face. Success. I loved it. Your secret is safe with me.

Lisa

What I Heard This Week! 10-14-2021

What I Heard This Week October 13, 2021

Well, it is now October and that, according to all the advertisements, means it is Breast Cancer Month, an annual campaign to increase awareness of an awful disease. So, instead of telling you to schedule your mammogram, or encouraging you to inspire someone you love or even like quite a bit, to get their mammogram, or even wearing a pink ribbon on my lapel, I am going to tell you a story. I have shared pieces of this story many times in church or other places, but I will take a chance, repeat it again, and hope that it is something you needed to hear.
        It was 2003. I was a 48-year-old mother to two beautiful children, wife, business owner, and friend of so many special people. I had been an officer or committee member in more organizations than I can remember, and one of many volunteers that always say yes. It is safe to say that I dabbled in much. I gardened. I read books. I helped at the school. There was even an occasional lunch out with a friend. It seemed like a perfect life. I was so blessed to have my children here with me each day at the office so I could raise them myself. It felt like I had achieved most everything I could have wanted or needed.

August 2003: It was my regular yearly checkup, and I was told that I could wait a year for my mammogram, but I had already scheduled and marked it on the calendar, so I kept the appointment. Good job.

September 2003: This first mammogram showed areas of concern, so I was scheduled for another mammogram in one month.

October 2003: At the second mammogram appointment, the radiologist explained that the new films were showing a few more areas of calcification when he compared them with my mammogram film from the previous year. He suggested I visit a facility in Houston for something called a stereo-tactic biopsy. No sweat, in the past I had several biopsies, including one the day before I left with friends to hike in the mountains of Arkansas. I was tough, so it was no big deal.

November 2003: I did quite a bit of studying about stereo-tactic biopsies. The way I understood that it worked in 2003, was they would ‘shoot’ you with a little stereo-tactic GUN (obviously named by a man) that traveled 123 MPH…with a tiny little needle, an even smaller spoon at the tip, and a little bit of suction. The little spoon would travel straight to the biopsy location, scoop, then suck up the questionable area to be evaluated. The whole time I was attached to a mammogram machine (that should make you wince right there) and the technicians were taking pictures from many different angles. Oh, yes. That is where the word stereo comes in. They could also leave a little titanium disk at the biopsy site so doctors would know exactly where the biopsy had been taken from.
        During one of these many x-rays (I quit counting at 34), they found an area that had not shown up on my previous mammograms done in LJ. The technician explained what he had seen and suggested that perhaps he could go ahead and biopsy the suspicious area while he was already in there. Uhh! Yes! What was supposed to have been a 45-minute procedure had already taken over 2-1/2 hours. I am typically not a complainer, but this was NOT a FUN TIME. I very nicely explained to them that they were more than welcome to do whatever they wanted to do at THIS visit, because I was NEVER coming back. EVER.
        Additional note: the biopsy area that I had been sent for turned out to be nothing, but the area that they found on that day and biopsied, had a little more story to it. If they had not found it on that day, it would have been one more year down the road before it was discovered. For this, I am so thankful.

December 2003: Days passed very slowly, and the biopsy report took several weeks to come in. Bless their hearts. I drove my sweet doctor crazy, popping in just to say hello… and by the way, “Have you seen my report yet?” On the day that they finally took me back to a room, my doctor came in, put his hand on my shoulder and said that he was so sorry. In my heart, I already knew, but I did not cry or ask why… I just knew that I needed to get to work and find the best care for this situation. Everything else would take care of itself. M.D. Anderson. If people come from all over the world to see them, why wouldn’t I drive one hour? It was settled and I started my phone calls.
        MDA set up my first consultation appointment the latter part of February 2004, two months away. That was too long to wait. Months had already passed since I started this journey. The MDA liaison assigned to me was so very patient when I called EVERY single day to try and get in earlier. On one particularly stressful day, I left a message saying, “This is Lisa Baker, and this is my patient number. I cannot wait for 2 months to have my first appointment. I have a 4-year-old daughter and a 7-year-old son, and I plan on being here for their graduations. What exactly are your ‘begging procedures’? I will follow all your rules, but I need to know exactly where I am supposed to be to start begging? What length of time do I need to beg, and how do I begin? I am a rule follower and if I’m going to beg, I want to do it properly.” I left this same message several times before Jesse called me back. He was such a joy to work with, kind, compassionate, and so, together we talked until a solution was found. The head of the melanoma department had agreed to do my surgery because he hated to see patients wait. My surgery was scheduled for January 23, 2004, a whole month ahead of the original schedule. Squeaky wheels. Things were looking up. For this, I am so thankful. I went by to see Jesse after my first appointment, and he explained to me that I was the first person to ever come by and say thank-you.

Surgery: Up until surgery time, MDA continued to do their part to educate me about lumpectomies and radiation. Their job is to make you feel that you have all the information you need, so you think you have input and have made some decisions on your own. Nursing my babies was absolutely one of the proudest moments of my life, but it was now time for the next stage. I would have been a nervous wreck waiting each year for the next mammogram, so after much thought and studying, I opted for bi-lateral or double mastectomies with reconstruction, something I have never once regretted. Do I miss them? Of course. I would be lying to you if I said I did not. But, at every hospital visit preparing for surgery (and there were plenty) I always seemed to sit next to one more patient with a story to tell, and a purpose that I needed to hear. For each one of those individuals, I am so thankful.

Chemotherapy: I am a pretty positive person, or at least I was in 2004. 😊 I was so positive, that I had convinced myself that I would not need chemo. I was going to be the very first person to have breast cancer and no chemo. I kept putting off my oncologist. I read and asked questions, made charts, anything to delay the start of that evil chemotherapy, praying that the doctor would change her mind. They threatened to start charging me by the minute. Several visits later, they told me that I MUST decide. Aaugh. I just wanted my life back. The life I thought I deserved.
        Chemotherapy was not fun. I had long blond hair, so I cut it short and told the kids that it was JUST hair. No big deal! I bought two wigs. I explained to my children’s classmates that the doctors were going to give me some medicine that would make my hair fall out and when it happened, they could rub the top of my head and it would bring them good luck. I was sad but not emotional. My fabulous office family gave me a hat party. They even included a black baseball cap with pearls, to match my go-to outfits. The day after the final whisps of hair left me, I walked into my office and told my co-workers that they needed to get used to seeing me without a hat, or a wig, or a scarf. Who was I trying to fool? Everyone in town knew I was bald. The treatments continued and I was so lucky that I only missed one day when I was too sick to go to work. A friend had told me that I could feel bad anywhere, so to go ahead and do everything that I would normally do, when I could. I took this as a challenge. When Gage told me that I had chemo face, I used more self-tanning cream, my go-to solution for everything. If one application didn’t do it, then I lathered on one more. I had the most amazing group of friends that sent hundreds of cards, baskets of delicious foods, coloring books with freshly sharpened colored pencils, flowers, and so much more. I took it upon myself to have chemo presents waiting for my kids, wrapped and on the breakfast table, every chemo day. Wow. They looked forward to the next chemo gift, but not as much as I did… there was a cookie cutter made from a xerox copy of their own handprint etched with their name and age on the inside, a pillowcase with their name on it that said, Gage and Anne-Elisabeth, I Love You, Mommy. Little satin comfort pillows that they used for years, and that we continue to own. Just little things that I could look forward to giving to them, so I didn’t dread the next treatment. Because food and liquids really don’t have any taste when you are undergoing treatment, we went to Goode Seafood to eat delicious campechana. Juicy tomatoes, grilled chiles, olives, avocados, and seafood. I am very thankful for friends, self-tanning cream, chemo gifts, and campechana.

Progress: I continued to tell myself “I have breast cancer, but breast cancer doesn’t have me.“Cancer is a word, not a sentence.” I imagined Pac-Man (one of my favorite games) was chomping through my veins, eating up all the cancer. Don’t Stop Believing by Journey was my humming song, and I sang aloud, “Every little cell in my body is happy, every little cell in my body is well. I’m so happy, it’s so swell. Every little cell is happy and well.” I drank beet juice from a crystal wine glass because I knew it was good to cleanse my organs, but it tasted better in a pretty glass.
        I just wanted life to be as normal as it could be. I know there is a plan for my life, but I also believe that God figured I was far more valuable to Him here, than any other place. I continue to believe that and work hard to keep Him convinced that He made a good bet on me..

EPILOGUE: (ha-ha) So, what am I telling you? Well, I am not going to try and persuade you to beg your mother, your sister, your aunt, your neighbor, or best friend to get in for an exam. Men have breast cancer too, but go ahead and look the other direction if you want. Someone will bring up the subject at Thanksgiving. Nope, I am not going to drag you into any conversations about mammograms. All I will tell you is that because of that one mammogram, I am here now to see my kids get older. It is such a short season raising children, and my heart is always in my throat now because I am just not finished yet. It is different now with them both back at college, like being on the sidelines watching the players in a football game. I live for face-time calls, letting me know that they still might need me on occasion for advice, a recipe, the weather, to proof homework, or to just fill me in on the million things that happened in their day. I get to watch new adult discipline as it kicks into gear, and I always learn something surprising and magical about each of them, every single day. I so appreciate the smallest of opportunities, like cooking a favorite meal, shopping for wool socks, sharing a TV show, splitting a beer, or meeting Anne-Elisabeth half-way to drop off something she needs, even though I know she just wants to see the dog… I am so happy to be here to watch them become adults and responsible people.
        But sometimes I am selfish and think only of myself. In the mornings, I take my cup of coffee to the back porch and watch hummingbirds and butterflies fight for nectar. I plant flowers, vegetables, and trees. I get dirty. I walk the dog and play ball with the dog. Sometimes late at night, he and I sit on the front porch together in complete silence. There is so much joy in life. So, my dear friends, these are just a few of the absolute best things in the world, and all credit goes to that one mammogram. Now, get busy and make some good choices. You know what you need to do.


Thanks for reading us this week. If you want a cling-on pink breast cancer ribbon for a window or glass door, call our office. I will give you one. Please note that they are too big for a car window. LISA


I don’t want to be known as the oldest guy in space. I’m bloody Captain Kirk!William Shatner exclaimed. Then he stammered in a faux-panicky voice: “Captain Kirk, going where no man … I’m going what? Where am I going?” He confessed, “I’m Captain Kirk and I’m terrified.”  WAY TO GO SHATNER! You absolutely, positively, inspired us.

What I Heard This Week! 10-07-2021

What I Heard This Week October 6, 2021

This column might be a little shorter this week. In the past, I told you that the dog ate my column, but Teller the Wonder Dog would never consume something like that unless it had small (or large) food remnants attached to it and was stuffed in the trash can. This week it was black sesame seeds from a broccoli dish I made. Black sesame seeds everywhere. I thought I had bugs of some kind for just a little bit. You can take the free-roaming, dumpster diving stray dog out of downtown, but you cannot take the downtown, stray attitude out of the dog. He just loves anything and everything that I put in the trash. The truth is, this is my income tax time, and I didn’t want my wonderful female accounting team to divorce me this year, so I took all my income tax containers home, spread it out on the kitchen table and put aluminum foil on top of all my piles when I left so the cats wouldn’t bother it (cats are not supposed to like aluminum foil.) News alert. It does not work. They napped on the foil and looked at me, as if to say, thanks for the new blanket. I turned in everything to the accountant the night before you get to read this column. I mentioned to my neighbor that the column would be shorter this week, and she rejoiced, suggesting that we can just make it look bigger by changing the size of the text so it will be easier to read. So, when I got to the office, Connie & Tina also suggested that it would be easier to read. So, here it is. A little less information but bigger. Don’t get used to it. On a normal day, I have much to say.


My favorite uncle shared this with me. Perhaps you have seen it before, but I am going to share it with you. Many of you may relate. For those that do not, you should be able to do so in just a few years, but only if you are lucky…
     I am a Sen-ager aka a Senior Teenager. I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 60 years later. I don’t have to go to school or work. I am paid an allowance every month. I have my own pad. I don’t have a curfew. I have a driver’s license and my own car. The people I hang around with are not scared of getting pregnant and I don’t have acne. Life is great. But there have been some big changes.
     Gone are the days when girls used to cook like their mothers. Now they drink like their fathers. I changed my car horn to gunshot sounds. People get out of the way much faster now. I didn’t make it to the gym today. That makes five years in a row. I decided to stop calling the bathroom the John and renamed it the Jim. I feel so much better saying I went to the Jim this morning.
     Old age is coming at a really bad time. When I was a child, I thought nap time was a punishment. Now it feels like a small vacation. The biggest lie I tell myself is, I don’t need to write that down, I’ll remember it. Hah. I don’t have grey hair… I have wisdom highlights! I’m just very wise. If God wanted me to touch my toes, He would have put them on my knees. Last year I joined a support group for procrastinators. We haven’t met yet. Of course, I talk to myself. Sometimes I need expert advice. At my age getting lucky means walking into a room and remembering why I went in there. I have more friends I should send this to, but right now I can’t remember their names.
     Now I’m wondering: did I give this to you, or did you give it to me? Love, Mac


The auto industry is not doing so wellCarmakers worldwide are so frustrated by the microchip shortage. The shortage of these parts will lead automakers to build 7.7 million fewer vehicles globally than planned. In May, they thought the shortage would be 3.9 million vehicles. Quite a difference. Chips are just one disruption we face. There is resin, steel, and labor shortages. Guess I will be keeping my car. OK. What about the other shortages? Truckers are getting big pay hikes, but there’s still a shortage of drivers. It is a great time to be a truck driver. Again, Costco is limiting how much toilet paper you can buy. Other possible shortages include canned goods, turkeys for Thanksgiving, chicken, pet food, Lunchables, and bottled water. Labor shortages, supply-chain issues…simply not enough people to make the goods, move the goods, and sell the goods. If buyers don’t panic and continue to buy just what they need instead of panic-buying, we will be ok. But we all know that will not happen.


Why the brightly colored balls along power lines? I had actually never thought about it. They weigh about 17 pounds each, come in yellow, orange, white or red, and are sometimes required by the Federal Aviation Administration, especially near airports. So, those balls are there for the safety of flying aircraft and to protect the electrical infrastructure. I remember seeing so many around the Grand Canyon area.


Time spent with cats is never wasted. Sigmund Freud


Forty-one cats were found packed, along with furniture and boxes, into the back of a U-Haul as the owners moved from Florida to Idaho. The truck did not have ventilation of any kind. Washington Prime Group, a major mall owner of more than 100 locations across the United States, filed for bankruptcy, citing pandemic-related shutdowns. The volcanic eruption on the Spanish island of La Palma has intensified. A U.S. passenger on a flight from Colombia used an emergency exit and walked out onto the wing of the plane at the Miami International Airport just after the plane landed, claiming he was in danger. Hmmm. Yes, I would say at this point, he is in danger. United Airlines says that only 232 employees face termination after its Sept. 27th Covid vaccine deadline mandate for all 67,000 workers. In an Ecuadorian prison riot, at least 116 people were killed and 80 were injured, including (yikes) dismemberment and five beheadings. Postmaster General Louis DeJoy has a stupid idea for the U.S. Postal Service to cut costs. Slower delivery standards. So, when your bill payments don’t arrive on time, please do not blame your local mail carriers or the nice people at the post office. They are doing the absolute best they can do. Bring them cookies. #FireDeJoy


A dad, somewhere, got his undies in a wad about something, and paid his FINAL child support payment with 80,000 pennies, dumping them from a trailer in the street in front of his child’s mailbox. Hmmm. What dads do not understand is that they can be mad at the mother of their child, but do not involve the child. Wrong. The mom and daughter donated the $800 to a domestic abuse shelter.


Have a small piece of candy before bed – a jellybean, tic tac, or something like that. But put a LABEL on your candy jar that says sleeping pills. A study found that the simple act of taking a pill, even if it is a fake one, prompts your brain to relax. On average, you should fall asleep 16 minutes faster, and stay asleep 79 minutes longer. It is the placebo effect, where if you think a pill will make you sleep better, it will, even if it’s a tic tac in disguise. I am not sure who did this study, and I am sure not saying that it doesn’t work, BUT…


So, the newsfeed said something about Your Side Part Makes You Look Old. I didn’t read it, but I would be lying if I didn’t admit that the little thought worm entered my brain a few times when I combed my hair in the mornings. Google, my sweet friend. The article started out, “If the phrase “the Lawrence Brothers” moves you in some type of way, chances are you part your hair to one side and have an extensive collection of skinny jeans in various shades of indigo and black. These are just facts!” Well, I didn’t have a clue who the Lawrence Brothers were (but I do now), and I have never owned skinny jeans. But I do part my hair on the side, so more information was needed. Upon reading, this information was directed entirely towards people born in the 80’s, not lived in the 80’s. Whew. I haven’t worn my hair parted in the middle since the 70’s. Remember there are so many advantages to being older, if you just look for them.


Thanks for reading us this week and do not forget to schedule your mammogram, or just encourage someone you love to do the same.

LISA

  • What I Heard This Week 10-26-2023

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    Former US astronaut Buzz Aldrin, the second man to walk on the moon, recently remarried for the fourth time, which also happened to be on the occasion of his 93rd birthday. This time it was to Dr. Anca Faur, his 63-year-old, long-time companion (who looks like she wants to be 27), has a PhD in chemical engineering, and is now the executive vice president of Aldrin’s company, Buzz Aldrin Ventures.  He was first married to Joan Ann Archer in 1954 until divorcing in 1974. The next year he married Beverly Van Zile; they divorced after three years. His third marriage was to Lois Driggs Cannon in 1988 on Valentine's Day, divorcing 23 years later. Looks like he hasn’t given up on ‘love’ quite yet. He has sued two of his children and his former business manager claiming they stole money from him and are slandering his legacy, and that they also undermined his "personal romantic relationships" by forbidding him from getting married. His children say he is also spending money at an alarming rate. Sounds like those children are out of luck. There is a new sheriff in town and her name is MRS. Aldrin. ☹ Notes: Aldrin is also a strong advocate for human exploration of Mars. In 2002, he escaped assault charges after punching a man who demanded he swear on a Bible that the Moon landing was not staged. Good for him. He also said, “Tang sucks. “

  • What I Heard This Week 11-30-2023

    by on November 29, 2023 - 0 Comments

    Former US astronaut Buzz Aldrin, the second man to walk on the moon, recently remarried for the fourth time, which also happened to be on the occasion of his 93rd birthday. This time it was to Dr. Anca Faur, his 63-year-old, long-time companion (who looks like she wants to be 27), has a PhD in chemical engineering, and is now the executive vice president of Aldrin’s company, Buzz Aldrin Ventures.  He was first married to Joan Ann Archer in 1954 until divorcing in 1974. The next year he married Beverly Van Zile; they divorced after three years. His third marriage was to Lois Driggs Cannon in 1988 on Valentine's Day, divorcing 23 years later. Looks like he hasn’t given up on ‘love’ quite yet. He has sued two of his children and his former business manager claiming they stole money from him and are slandering his legacy, and that they also undermined his "personal romantic relationships" by forbidding him from getting married. His children say he is also spending money at an alarming rate. Sounds like those children are out of luck. There is a new sheriff in town and her name is MRS. Aldrin. ☹ Notes: Aldrin is also a strong advocate for human exploration of Mars. In 2002, he escaped assault charges after punching a man who demanded he swear on a Bible that the Moon landing was not staged. Good for him. He also said, “Tang sucks. “

  • Much Ado About Nothing - Texan in Winter

    by on December 6, 2018 - 0 Comments

    The power went out at my house last night for four hours. While this may not seem like a major catastrophe as it was the middle of the night and […]

  • Much Ado About Nothing - “Human Bait”

    by on January 16, 2020 - 0 Comments

    My dad always told me to have a backup plan in case my current job doesn’t work out. I wasn’t sure what that’d be until I saw this ad: “HUMAN […]

  • What I Heard This Week! December 20, 2018

    by on December 20, 2018 - 0 Comments

    The AK-47 is a type of assault rifle originally manufactured in the Soviet Union in 1949. A 17-year-old Humble High School student accidently shot herself recently with an AK-47 that […]

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