Thursday, August 27, 2015

From Africa to Purse Pups

I awakened on Tuesday morning missing Peaches and Bear.

The night before, daughter and I visited Golden Labrador puppies, turned out to be a puppy mill—that gave us cause for pause, although the puppies were adorable, I don’t know what to do with that information—numerous dogs in kennels, probably never get to run like a normal dog, never have an owner to bond with, but they do have other dogs. The owner is probably operating within the laws, size of runs, cleanliness, etc.  I also played with an exuberant shelter pup coursing through town on the way back to California. I declined both.

The next morning, Tuesday, my day off, it became clear that I wanted a small dog. I checked out poodle mixes on the Internet, and found two I was interested in in the Portland vicinity. I made an appointment—the woman was willing to drive from Vancouver to the airport area to meet me. I said I would call when I got to Willsonville, about 40 minutes away as she requested.

Wilsonville. There is a pet store in Wilsonville daughter and I visited on an earlier occasion—might as well check it out while I am here.

And there she was.

The pup I couldn’t refuge.

My pup.

A Mal Chi—A Maltese/ Chihauhau mix. A Purse pup.  An adorable, smart, gentle dog. She is so small she makes the cats look big. (So far,  no cat attacks, no dog attack.)

I was embarrassed to tell the lady I wasn’t coming to see her pup, but divine providence had led me to the pup that felt right.

The day before, Monday, I finished a novel—finished? If a book is ever finished. It is completed enough to enter a contest. And that’s where  “Africa” comes in.

It is on

P.S. Did I tell you that Peaches ‘ Veterinarian donated money to the Oregon State College of Veterinary Medicine in Peaches’ name. I am honored to have Peaches honored. (And Peaches helped me find the pup.)

Friday, August 21, 2015

Free Help for Your Vision

Do you really listen to an ad that runs on like a shaggy dog story?

Today I hit on something that caught my attention How a Spilled Soda Helped me Save my Eyesight.

NEVER need Glasses Ever Again.

Okay, let’s see what this fellow has to say. How to see without glasses, how to avoid degenerative diseases such as macular degeneration and cataracts.

About 45 minutes later I got the bottom line. He was reading copy on U-tube so I couldn’t scroll down.

I will keep it brief, for long copy or long U-tubes drive me nuts.

Guess I’m the only impatient person in the world.

The story was told by a kindly elderly man with a great voice who said he went to the store for his wife, forgot  his glasses, accidentally ran into a soda display, and watched in horror and embarrassment as bottles tumbled to the floor. One broke open and squirted soda causing a sticky gooey mess.

But that’s not the end of the story.

I listened while he talked about his night vision or lack thereof. How he feared losing his sight.

I have read from the blogging gurus that long copy makes people believe there is real value there.

Is that true?

Okay, my dear fellow vision guide commiserated with people who have poor night vision, smeary lights, etc.

But that’s not the end of the story. “I’ll share with you in a second,” was an often repeated mantra.

“JUST TELL ME,” I screamed, as the fire alarm went off because I was frying/burning sausages as I listened.

I knew there was a product at the end of his tale, but I wanted the three ingredients he had promised.

I was  hooked. Copy writers would say this is good, except with me there was one small problem, I didn’t buy anything from him.

Oh, I’m getting ahead of myself.

I knew from my association with eye diagnostic designers, my husband being one, that there are nutrients that help preserve the vision. (I will share with you in a second—don’t shoot me.)  I wanted to know what this man was suggesting.

In the grocery story, Joe the man who approached him, asked why his accident happened.

“I forgot my glasses,’ he said.

 The man laughed and asked if he would like not to need them again.

Well right.

First Joe had to tell how he came to his conclusions and how it began with his mother being afraid she was losing her vision. She had a hole in her macula that required an operation and for her to lie face down for three days until the hole healed.

Bottom line, I got his ingredients!

They are:
1.     Bilberry
2.     Lutein
3.     Grape seed extract

Grape seed extract is known to prevent or reverse cataracts.

Lutein is a substance found in the macula (that small area responsible for central vision) and needed for good vision. It is found in egg yolks, and green leafy vegetables.

Bilberry is a powerful antioxidant.

All can be found at the health food store.

Think of all the time the cholesterol police told us eggs weren’t good for us—they were high in cholesterol, they said. (We need cholesterol floating in our blood, but not adhering to the walls of our arteries, but then that’s another story.)

My association with eye-care specialists taught me that two supplements do help prevent degenerative eye diseases such as macular degeneration and cataracts.

They are:  #Lutein and #zeaxanthin

These are carotenoids synthesized by plants. They filter harmful high energy blue wavelengths of light, and act as antioxidants in the eye, thus protecting it.

The dosage is not known, but suggested.
10 mg/day lutein
2 mg/day zeaxanthin

Okay, that said, I’m stopping at the health food store tonight.

One more comment before I close—since I am fired up, and my vision is clear enough to see that this man on our political scene named Donald Trump is an egomaniac knowing no bounds. I don’t care if he owns half of New York, he is an embarrassment to Democrats and Republicans, Independents, women, Mexican-Americans, Veterans, all immigrants. Heavens to Betsy—even #Heidi Klum. She fired back at him, though, smiling all the while. Not a 10 huh, Trump?

Friday, August 14, 2015

You Have a Secret Goldmine...Want to Know What It Is?

Johnny tells his sister Edwinna he is getting a horse for Christmas.

She tells him he is not.

He remains steadfast saying that he is. 

He ties a rope to a tree for his horse. He gets a bucket of water for it, and a brush for its grooming.

Edwinna has always wanted a horse, but her parents have told her time after time that they cannot afford a horse.

Still Johnny remains steadfast. He is getting a horse for Christmas..

Edwina continues to ask her parents if Johnny is getting a horse for Christmas, and they continue to tell her that they cannot afford a horse.

One day the neighbor comes to their farm and asks Edwinna’s father to gather up the children, he has something to show them.

They go to the farmer’s house where his mare is giving birth. Edwinna is astounded to witness such a miraculous event.

After the foal is born and standing on wobbly legs, the farmer slaps Edwinna’s father on the back and tells him he is giving the foal to Johnny.

Edwinna’s heart drops to her knees, when the farmer puts his arm around her shoulder and says, “And Edwinna, I am giving the mare to you.”

Know that your good is lined up outside your door.

I decided join the great unwashed and write a short eBook. This is an except from it.

I could call it #How to Get What you've Always Dreamed Of
#How to Get Everything You Want Out of Life, 

Instead it is 

#You Have a Secret Goldmine..
Want to Know What it Is?. 

Chapter 1

I've heard it said that we all touch madness, but producers don't make movies about us. Basically we go to work, feed ourselves and then dream of someday running off to the Andes and marrying a sheep herder who cultures cheese on the mountain and makes love to us in the tall grass.

Someday is now.

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