Gun Advocates Should Be Careful--They Might Shoot Themselves in the Foot

Not five minutes ago, John McCain picked up a running mate and, in effect, blew away his chances at the presidency. So say I. Sarah Palin may be the sweetest little mother of 5 in all of Alaska, but leader of the free world?? Nothankyouverymuch. 

With the selection of a heavy like Joe Biden, Barack Obama secured my vote and our future. 

Long live Obama. Long live the USA.

Geez, ol' man, what were you thinking??!?!

facing fats

So the cardiologist(who is a theatrical brute if ever there was one) puts his pointy finger in my face and says, "I have two words for you: Jenny Craig." While I have personally never known a soul who lost even an ounce on Jenny, he seems to believe in it. I do not, so I "switch pitched" him with the idea of Medifast. He agreed. And here I am today, 5# lighter, one week later, with the lowest blood sugar readings in the last ...oh ...4 or 5 years. I could not be happier. I actually have energy now that the swirling sugars are actually getting into some cells.  Alas, they're not up to the brain cells yet, but...

So I know you are all asking, "yeah but, how's it taste??!?" My answer is 'good.' I opted for the 5+1 plan (the most radical) which allows me 5 (count 'em) Medifast meals + one meat and veggie meal each day. I actually managed to get all 5+1 consumed in one day once! It's a lot of ingesting. Now, to be fair, a Medifast "meal" is about a cup of their hot cocoa, soup, shake or pudding.  But honestly, it is enough. And when you sit down at night to your meager portion of salad, cauliflower and protein, it is heavenly! Excited about a grilled chicken breast?? Oh you bet I am! 

So at the risk of boring you silly, I will update you from time to time on my progress. And if you want to know more, it's www.medifastdiet.com.

Better go. Storm's a-brewin'  (hey, it's summer in Florida. Storms are always a-brewin')

Love you all,

Teri

6 Women WHo Matter a Lot to Me

I am fortunate to have close friendships with 6 remarkable women. Let me tell you about them.

Let me start with Ms. Diva who has more style than anyone I know, and remarkably, also more substance than most. I find her inspirational. And extraordinarily talented. And beautiful. And witty as hell. 

Next, there is yet-another-Terri. This one is seldom seen and rarely heard from, but let Don Henley sing about Ray-bans or suntans and she comes to mind, smiling and fascinating.  This one is independent and her heart is enormous. If we manage to save this planet, credit goes to her. I miss her. 

Next up, thing one and thing two--my first and last born. Remarkable women. One as mercurial as she can be, and as bright as sunshine. The other cool like moonlight and steady as the tide. If I ever did anything right, it was with these two who continue to light up my world--day and night.

Then there is another M. One of the funniest women I ever met. A thinker, but impatient enough to charge into anything, eyes wide open, ready to see what happens. I hope she's still stirring things up. She does it so well. I admire her life force and her vast human energy. 

And last, but by no means least, there is D. She lives across the village square in a tall house with ample porches, but it could be a plantation house or a Tudor. The point is it has to be a romantic dwelling with flowers in bloom outside or a tall fir decorated with Christmas lights in a leaded window.  Inside there is a piano, a pot of tea, lacy curtains and lots and lots of books. Don't be fooled however. This is no wimp. She is a strong, brave, adventurer with the heart of a lion and the gentle demeanor of a lamb. Classy as they come--and soulful as the Blues.

I love you, gals. Even if I don't say it nearly often enough.

because she wanted me to

the Midwest Diva put me up to this, so if you don't like it, kindly blame her. On the other hand, if you DO happen to like it, we'll share the credit. Fair enough?

Let's talk hurricanes. Once again, silly south Florida is beset by a killer storm. This one is named Fay--kind of a lightweight name if you ask me.  Fay, if she really gets roaring, could be a category 1 by morning. In the interim, however, she is a big, blowsy tropical storm filling up our aquifers and Lake Okeechobee. The feeder bands--which are weirdly intense squalls--have started already. Of course, the thing that started yesterday is even more entertaining--the desperate hunt for fluids, especially bottled water. This happens every time. The giddy population rushes to every store and buys up every drop of water in a bottle. My question is...why?

1. It's going to rain for days. That's a lot of water. 

2. While some might lose power, few will lose water.

3. It's mighty expensive to flush with Perrier.

I would lose patience with my fellow south Floridians. Except they are infinitely entertaining.

ok. blog #1 is now history. And T, honey, it's all your fault.