Don’t fall for celebrity “miracles”

 

Ok, so I’m a serious sucker, the kind of girl infomercials were made for.

I’ve been holding out for some miracle cream that will wash away wrinkles and lift everything back to its original starting point.  When I saw the beautiful Cindy Crawford revealing her most personal beauty secrets I swallowed it lock, stock, and barrel and nowo I have a serious case of indigestion.

The miracle is that I lived through the ordeal  to tell about it. Maybe I can save you from a similar torture.  Here’s how it went down.

After innocently ordering the  starter kit and plunking down my credit card for $39 I waited iimpatiently for this miracle age reverser.  Within days a teeny little box showed up with minuscule  bottles of something white and greasy.  I knew immediately it wasn’t worth the postage but I was willing to pay for my stupidity.  I tried to call the company to cancel but was forced to endure a series of robo adds for everything from insurance to a “FREE” trip to the Bahamas.  They just went on and on until I thought I would scream.

On the ninth ad, I did scream.  Every bad word in my vocabulary and was abruptly disconnected.    Meanwhile, a second box arrived with giant sizes of a few of the products and a bill for $101 which apparently I had agreed to by ordering the first “FREE” starter kit for $39.  .

When my credit card arrived, the charges totaled $140. Luckily there was a different number on the bill and I finally got a live person at the end of the line.  I could tell by the tone of her voice, that my call was the millionth she had received that day. She spoke very little English which is a good thing because I had some choice words for Cindy.  She promised to credit my card for the second order and email me a receipt and mailing label so I could return the order.  Neither ever arrived.

Today I’m calling the credit card company to tell them I’m not paying for the second order.  If they refuse I’m canceling the credit card.  I ran over to Brenda’s to check my blood pressure and it was through the roof.

Growing older without freaking out!

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I had the opportunity last week to participate in an international summit on “Aging Consciously”.

All I can say is “WOW” I’m so glad and grateful to be whatever age I am or get to be.  Aging is a privilege you know denied to many, and we have a responsibility to address the positive potential of aging.  This requires a certain amount creativity. Continue reading

The absent-minded confessor

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It’s becoming increasingly clear that my chronic condition, once considered “lovable absent-mindedness” has been elevated to a critical, possibly terminal condition.

To wit: I headed to the bank this morning to make a deposit. Not only did I miss my turn and have to back-track but when I finally got up to the front of the drive-through I deposited my electric bill. I had to go home and start over, muttering curses to myself for the waste of time.

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