Just when you think you’ve heard it all, along comes something so bizarre, it makes your head swim! That’s how I felt yesterday when I caught a snippet on the Dave Ramsey radio show about a new bank called the Reincarnation Bank.
I kid you not. Someone has established a bank to hold your assets while you traverse the line between life and death – then, back again. Maybe it makes sense if you believe in reincarnation, but how do you identify yourself upon returning so you can reclaim your cash? It could be especially problematic if you come back as a kangaroo or something.
Coming off two weeks with the flu, I still have no energy to get out and resume life. As I shut down the television set last night and headed to bed, I had a vision of myself in ten years.
It wasn’t pretty. I was still wearing the same oversized tee shirt with wording on the front that says “Leave me alone, I’m taking a moment.” That moment has grown into days and the days have turned into weeks. My hair is still in the same ratty pony tail, but it’s turned white to match my skin which is pasty from lack of sunshine.
Today is Wednesday, July 29. There are 155 days remaining in 2009.
Did you know that today is National Lasagne Day? Sure, it’s July. It’s hot and humid. Cooking up a pan of Lasagna will make the kitchen a lot hotter. But as it cooks, the smell will waft throughout the house. Your mouth will begin to water. When dinner time arrives, you will have a huge appetite for a huge piece of lasagna. Of this, you can be certain.
We all would eat lasagne more often, but this culinary work of art, made with loving hands, takes time to make and bake. But I have a “not from scratch” version that you can whip up in minutes and keep your kitchen cool.
Do you remember that 1995 best seller for women called “The Rules”? The book’s basic premise is that, in order to attract and marry the man of her dreams, a woman should play hard to get. The authors promised happy relationships and happy marriages to the readers who follow their 35 specific rules.
Rule Numero Uno was that when a relationship doesn’t work out, you brush away a tear so that it doesn’t smudge your makeup and you move on! But now I discover someone has come up with a list of rules from a male prospective. Please note they are all numbered “1″. I guess it’s a ” guy thang.”
I’ve been nursing a nasty case of the swine flu for the past nine days. Well, I haven’t been tested, but I’m pretty certain it’s some variety of the porker’s plague.
A friend went to the library for me and checked out enough reading materials to last until next year’s flu season. Along with the requisite murder mysteries and gardening books, there were a few self help books, the topics of which should probably have offended me.