SAN DIEGO - HOT HUMID HELLISH

I live in Arizona, which is supposed to be hotter than hell.

"But it's a dry heat," we explain.

And maybe that's it, because the humidity here is going to be my undoing.

Beautiful sky, lovely landscapes, scenic ocean views.

And I'm dripping like a Popsicle  on a hot sidewalk.

HOSTILE, ME?

My family can tell you that I am simply not competitive.

I cheer for whatever team currently has the ball.

I'm legitimately happy regardless of which team wins.

My blood doesn't boil when someone passes me while driving.

I don't have to be at the very front of the line.

I'm pretty passive.


At least I thought so.

Today I was one the treadmill between two gentlemen I know (both from church), and somehow outlasting them suddenly became extremely important to my happiness.



True, they were running, and I was only walking, but somehow I needed to stay ON the treadmill longer than they did.

Thank goodness they stopped before me.

I guess I do have some aggressive inclinations after all.

TEARS

Today was a day for crying.


Some of being shocked and horrified - a friend of mine is awaiting a biopsy for possible cancer, while her husband has just lost his job, they are losing their house, and are being forced to move within the next two weeks.




Some of sheer joy - leading one of my favorite hymns of all time, but being completely unable to sing and just had to stand there directing with tears running down my cheeks.






Some of simply feeling humbled and receptive to the spirit. Learning once again how much I have to learn. Recognizing that it can only happen with God's help.









Sweat and tears sometimes seem necessary - today I got a lot of both out.

LET'S HEAR IT FOR AIR CONDITIONING

I like to think of myself as a advocate of warm-weather.







I grew up in Southern California - I lived in Hawaii - the ideal temp for me is always around 82 degrees.






But something blows up just a little when it gets over 100 degrees.







It's not so much sweating - I don't really mind that - it's just the blast of furnace heat that is difficult to breathe.




Today I'm grateful for the ac in our house.

IT'S A SIGN

I believe in signs.

But only in good signs.

See, being superstitious, by definition, is a belief or notion NOT BASED ON REASON OR KNOWLEDGE.

So as long as you accept MY reasoning and/or beliefs, the rest of this blog will make perfect  sense.

I have just spent a lovely week in California with my daughter, and had casually discussed with her a heightened regime of exercise via my available animals (who all need more working out themselves) and regular visits to the gym to somehow justify the $47 that disappears out of my checking account each month.

And while driving home this evening, I was lightly considering methods to get going myself moving in more directions than simply towards the refrigerator when a stunning natural event presented itself.

A full moon rising in the midst of clouds over the Mule Mountains.

How could that be anything other than a sign as to encourage these thoughts concerning physical fitness, weight loss and heightened equine training?

It was a sign.

And I'm recording it so that I'll HAVE to pay attention to it.

And tomorrow if I'm still brave and excited about this sign, I will set some public goals to see if it will keep me motivated... or embarrassed enough to at least keep trying.

PERFECT HAIR

According to a British survey conducted by Tresemme, the average woman spends a staggering $50,000 on her hair over her lifetime. Each year, we spend an average of $160 on shampoos and conditioners, $120 for styling products and $520 for haircuts. And for those of us who color our locks, add in another $330 a year.


I have much lower standards than most men do about their hair - I want it out of my eyes, covering enough of my scalp to be social acceptable, and other than that, I don't really worry about it. 

I don't color my hair (mousy brown), don't worry about my ever-increasing-in-number grey hairs, haven't even had a perm in quite a few years (and my hair is board straight dull).

But I have rediscovered the magical trick to making my hair look FANTASTIC.

Sweat. Really

I honestly have no idea why - and the internet was no help at all, all the postings about sweat were specifically about black women's hair and sweat.

But if I work up a good sweat - and then do absolutely NOTHING with my hair but finger-comb it back, it looks INCREDIBLE for the rest of the day.

So, the question now is, how can I market this and cash in on some of that $50,000?