Are You Sure That Is My Waistline You Just Measured?

Yesterday, our company had a "health bus" come to our store and give employees a quick thumbnail sketch of the current health status of ones self.

It was quick and relatively painless. A pin prick on the finger to measure cholesterol, hop on the scale, measure your height,  a handheld device to measure your bmi index and body fat  ( a two hand control that sends a small electrical charge through the body),   blood pressure,  pulse,  and go over the results.

I am in great shape if I happen to be 7 ft 1 instead of 6 ft 1 and if I was 80 years old instead of 58. Actually, some figures were high, some were borderline, only my pulse was perfect.

The scale confirmed that Thanksgiving meals and leftovers should be banned!

It also confirmed that just because you can get into a smaller pair of pants doesn't mean they fit. That damn hangover!

I had drifted away lately from paying attention to the amount of what I was eating, succumbing to some sweet snacks on the way to work, things that have been working for me for the last few months.

My right knee had also been hurting a lot lately, been limping at times, ( torn meniscus ) and forcing me to skip some walks.

Many of us were reluctant to go for the check up, I am glad I did.

Sometimes you need a gentle nudge to get going down the right path again, sometimes it takes a baseball bat to the back of the head!

Still woozy from the bat, I thought I would share my stuff.

Summer Wind

When I was a  bartender back in the day, at one particular venue I would use music to set the mood for the night, hoping the ladies would enjoy the selections. Yes, it was all a plan! Musical seduction I called it.

Frank Sinatra was still big back then.

Some songs are timeless. This is one of them.

Shake Off The Stuffing, Play The Funky Music

All the groaning should have subsided by now. The swollen belly reshaping it's self. Out and about for Black Friday. Another song from my walk list to help you along!

Happy Thanksgiving

Norman Rockwell did it best.

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"Work Horse" Part Two

I guess I had too much time on my hands last night. When I received this water color, I thought I might try to draw it myself.  Last night was the perfect time. It is not a tracing in case you are wondering. Thank goodness it is a bit longer in length. Stupid light!

My son looked at my drawing and said he can do better, one upping me as the case may be.

This is his effort. I might have been out done!

Recent addition!
College daughter said to remember she can draw too!

I think she outdid me too!

Jump and Jive and Wail

The key I think to playing music as you run or workout or in my case a lot of walking, is to make sure it blocks out how boring it is what you are doing. I have 400 to 500 songs that get the heart beat and your step going.

This is one of them. That is the way to dance!

I Will Focus-- I Will Focus-- I Will Focus-- Look A Chicken!!!!

Traveling Wilburys - Handle With Care

Just a bunch of guys having some fun!
the bearded guy, jeff lyne from elo, tom petty, bob dylan, roy orbison, and george harrison

Enough Is Enough, Don't Fly Damn It!!!!

Money talks. It takes millions of dollars each day to run an airline. Almost all of the money comes from you the passenger. Yea, Yea, I know, 9-11.

9-11 is used as a reason for everything that goes on today.  9-11 this, 9-11 that. Put them through this, put them through that.  They want to get there quickly, flying is the only way. They will put up with it.

They cross the line again and again. Slowly take away your privacy and rights in exchange for security. You are getting neither.

They are taking away your freedom. And humiliating you at the same time.

Cancel that flight. Take a train. Drive your car.  Don't put up with this crap anymore.

Empty planes? Do you think they would notice that maybe they have stepped over the line this time. and last time, and the time before? Just maybe things would change.

Do you want to go over seas?  Take a cruise ship.  Not a vacation cruise, but a boat to get from one place to another.

I guess we have to go back to a simpler time.

Of course, unless you think it is all a good idea, until it is your turn.

Work Horse!

Work Horse

This is a copy of the art work I was given!

I have been helping out my next door neighbor with some outside work the last  few weeks. Some landscaping here and there. 

A small thing actually but with big results to the outside look of her house. She has been very happy with the effort on my part. I had volunteered. It was unexpected. I wanted to do something, expected nothing, in fact I had repeated many times nothing was expected back from her.

Instead I was bestowed a treasure of some of her art work. It is framed and ready to hang in a special place in my home. It came in a basket with other goodies, a fine book on how to draw and some of my favorite beer which will not go to waste, I can assure you. I knew she was an artist but had no clue how prolific and world renown she was.  

To walk into her house is to view an art gallery upon her walls. Stunning and mesmerizing. Her son is an artist as well. His work also adorns the walls. Art everywhere! One can not take it all in with glance.

If the art work (which is a reproduction of an original water color) is the perception of how outsiders see me, I am very pleased. I am still stunned with her generosity.  Her art is very witty, pointed commentary, droll sense of humor, a way of thinking I am very familiar with.  I told her I would write about her, which also surprised her.

Please check out her website. I think you will be pleased with your effort and time.

Rollin McGrail

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