As Ben Franklin said: In wine there is wisdom, in beer there is
freedom, in water there is bacteria. In a number of carefully controlled trials,
scientists have demonstrated that if we drink 1 liter of water each
day, at the end of the year we would have absorbed more than 1 kilo of
Escherichia coli, (E. coli) - bacteria found in feces.

In other words, we are consuming 1 kilo of poop. However, we do NOT run
that risk when drinking wine & beer (or tequila, rum, whiskey or other
liquor) because alcohol has to go through a purification process of boiling,
filtering and/or fermenting.

Remember: Water = Poop, Wine & Beer = Health .

Therefore, it's better to drink wine and talk stupid, than to drink
water and be full of s**t.

There is no need to thank me for this valuable information: I'm doing
it as a public service.

my mother-in-law sent me this...  :0

Last night I attended the TCT's production of Eve Ensler's The Vagina Monologues. It was every bit as wonderful as the one I attended in LA with "stars" doing the reading. Again I laughed and cried, and had my pride in being a woman reaffirmed. The men in the audience applauded as loudly as the women did.

Kudos to Annette Kirby! She and the three other ladies (including Mel from TAC) were awesome! She also said there would be other productions of the Monologues - again I urge every woman out there to go see it and take your man!

As the evening ended and I was walking to my car, a random thought crossed my mind...good ol' Jim would've had a coronary!

(I wanted to use the word vagina in my blog title, but when I used 'pubic hair' in my first blog title, I got a letter from the editor asking me to delete the words!)

While at my daughter's this weekend, she told me that at the beginning of the school year she received a letter from the school district (Ventura County) that homemade cupcakes, cookies, muffins or cakes would no longer be permitted to be brought to school for birthdays or other events. Items have to be individually wrapped with the ingrediants listed. Why? The parents who can't teach their kids good eating habits are placing blame on everything else because their kids have a weight problem.

Is this the case in the Kern County schools too?

Ruby's blog got me thinking about one of my other pet peeves which is in the same category. I believe in live and let live, and have no problem with smokers as long as they are not in my 'personal space'. It's their lungs they choose to destroy, but MY (well, theirs too) earth they pollute with their butts. Nothing makes me angrier than to be out hiking in a supposedly pristine area only to find butts scattered everywhere. Or on a city sidewalk or in the gutter. Or in my own yard - yes, my husband is guilty. I've picked them up, saved them in a can and dumped them in his truck or his other inner sanctum, the workshop. I'll break him of it yet....LOL

I was in Albertson's parking lot the other day and as I walked by a man sitting in a white pickup truck he tossed his butt out the window. He was quite taken aback when I asked him, "what? Your truck didn't come with an ashtray?"

I read a couple of posts where one comment mentioned being over 60 and old, another said he felt he wasn't old at 42 - I can't remember the blog (that may be related to this blog subject, lol). Then I read an article in People about gray hair, and this a.m. GMA did a bit on women and gray hair. With baby boomers being the majority now, how do we define "old"? I can remember being 12 and babysitting for a couple who were 24. I thought they were decrepit. Now as a "maturing" :) babyboomer, I find myself wondering what makes someone old? For me, age is only a number, it's attitude and quality of life that makes the difference. When I stop laughing at myself, I'm old.

Second part of this blog is how do all you men really feel about hair color? I am totally gray, one of the lucky ones, my shade is white and gunmetal gray - my poor husband gets that awful yellowing. Anyway, he prefers me gray. If I even mention going back to red he makes a face although he knows if it's what I want to do, I will. But I don't and I won't. I am embracing my "crone-ness". My husband has a Tshirt that reads, "a little gray hair is a small price to pay for this much wisdom". I have to agree...  :) 

I went to the Hitching Post last week and asked for one adult ticket. Without even asking, the young man sold me a senior ticket. LOL! Did it upset me? Heck no, I used my savings to buy my popcorn. At the Apple Shed, our server was very cute, she hemmed and hawed but finally got it out that they offer a 10% discount for seniors. I laughed and assured her we qualified (there it's age 55, at the HP it's 60). So to the young man at the theater, based on my hair color I qualify for senior prices, the young lady at the Apple Shed didn't want to make that assumption. Btw, I'm 56.

Just out of curiosity, does anyone else find those roadside "memorials" a trifle bizarre and out of hand? I don't mind the little white wooden crosses as sad reminders to encourage others to (hopefully) drive more carefully, but those huge crosses covered with fake flowers and candles and toys are just macabre. I go visit my loved ones in their final resting place, not the place where they died. I understand people grieve differently however. Someone told me just the other day that what I thought was a history marker on Hwy 58 is actually one of these memorials. Yikes.