There is no real point in this blog other than I thought it was really interesting. I met one of my neighbors recently, and he was on his way to Nice to stay at a friend's villa. Yeah, well, I'm on my way to San Antonio and I'm thinking of stopping at the snake farm!
Anyway, I asked him what he did that he would be in Nice. Among his many projects is Driveway, a training track in East Austin. It is used to train EMS drivers, homeland security employees, and law enforcement. The founder is a retired racecar driver who drove for Ferrari.
The 90 acre facility is 10 minutes from downtown Austin and is surrounded by a greenbelt keeping it isolated from adjacent development. The Web site is http://www.drivewayaustin.com/ I had no idea this facility was in Austin. The only world class racing track I've seen is Loop 360 on Saturday.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Another lesson from cancer
My birthday is coming up soon, and I've been trying to decide what I wanted to do this year. It needs to be special since last year I had just had my first round of chemo on my birthday and it was a doozy! I barely remember that day (and probably a good thing).
Then I realized that I don't really care what I do as long as I'm with people I love and are positive, faithful friends and family. I used to think of lots of places I wanted to go, but they don't seem as wonderful if I can't share the experience.
Then I realized that I don't really care what I do as long as I'm with people I love and are positive, faithful friends and family. I used to think of lots of places I wanted to go, but they don't seem as wonderful if I can't share the experience.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Keeping up with tests
I'm trying to get back on schedule with my checkups with my local doctors. You know, mammogram, colonoscopy, etc. I remember reading in Health magazine about the tests you should have at each stage of your life. Worth repeating!
In your 30s:
Gyno check, Thyroid check (if you've had a baby)
Heart check
Skin check
Eye exam
In your 40s:
Gyno check, Diabetes test
Heart check, Mammogram
Skin check, Vitamin D test
Eye exam
In your 50s:
Gyno check, Diabetes test, Thyroid test
Heart check, Mammogram, Bone-density scan
Skin check, Vitamin D test
Eye check, Colonoscopy
Excuse me... what about 60s, 70s, etc.? I guess they're the same as 50s but I'm not sure. You know, I always read those articles about how to dress in your 20s, 30s, etc. but it's depressing when they stop at 50. What do they think we wear... flannel pajamas? But that's another blog.
In your 30s:
Gyno check, Thyroid check (if you've had a baby)
Heart check
Skin check
Eye exam
In your 40s:
Gyno check, Diabetes test
Heart check, Mammogram
Skin check, Vitamin D test
Eye exam
In your 50s:
Gyno check, Diabetes test, Thyroid test
Heart check, Mammogram, Bone-density scan
Skin check, Vitamin D test
Eye check, Colonoscopy
Excuse me... what about 60s, 70s, etc.? I guess they're the same as 50s but I'm not sure. You know, I always read those articles about how to dress in your 20s, 30s, etc. but it's depressing when they stop at 50. What do they think we wear... flannel pajamas? But that's another blog.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I'm sorry I'm late with this blog. The cat threw up in my bed last night and I spent quite some time cleaning it up. Then she started whining; I suspect it wasn't clean enough for her. I don't mind sleeping on wet sheets if it means a few minutes of peace and quiet!
Anyway, I was so tired I drove right past the dumpster with my garbage still in my trunk. So I got to work and have been looking for a dumpster. I hate to think what garbage smells like after it's been roasting in 103 degrees all day.
PS I found a dumpster but I'm not telling where!
Anyway, I was so tired I drove right past the dumpster with my garbage still in my trunk. So I got to work and have been looking for a dumpster. I hate to think what garbage smells like after it's been roasting in 103 degrees all day.
PS I found a dumpster but I'm not telling where!
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
I got my hair highlighted last Friday, and I feel a lot more like my old self. I didn't realize how much a part of personality a hair style could be. Don't get me wrong; I'm just grateful to have any hair. But it is nice to look more like I remember me!
I waited until after my first checkup because apparently they don't want people with some kinds of cancer to use hair color. But not the cancer I had, and......the reports were all good. I thought they would be, but just being at M.D. Anderson again and going through all the tests made me anxious. They even cancelled the tests on the second day.... unnecessary.
And to make it even better, I stopped at a shop on the way out of Houston, and they had just marked down their summer clothes 75 percent. What a day!
I waited until after my first checkup because apparently they don't want people with some kinds of cancer to use hair color. But not the cancer I had, and......the reports were all good. I thought they would be, but just being at M.D. Anderson again and going through all the tests made me anxious. They even cancelled the tests on the second day.... unnecessary.
And to make it even better, I stopped at a shop on the way out of Houston, and they had just marked down their summer clothes 75 percent. What a day!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Tired from happiness
I really had trouble sleeping last week. My first checkup at M.D. Anderson was Tues & Wed....and everything was good! In fact, I was able to leave earlier than planned. Hurrah! Going back was more difficult than I had thought. Memories.
But that's not the reason I couldn't sleep. Wed, Thurs, & Friday nights I would just lie there thinking how pretty the moon was, how happy I was to have my kitty curled up at my feet, and how glad to have the luxury of worrying about a few extra pounds I had put on. Just happy.
But the next day I would be pooped. I hope you are tired from happiness also!
But that's not the reason I couldn't sleep. Wed, Thurs, & Friday nights I would just lie there thinking how pretty the moon was, how happy I was to have my kitty curled up at my feet, and how glad to have the luxury of worrying about a few extra pounds I had put on. Just happy.
But the next day I would be pooped. I hope you are tired from happiness also!
Monday, July 6, 2009
Big birthdays on the 4th
A guest post from Margaret. Yes, her birthday really is July 4!
Yippee! Despite terrorism, recession, arthritis and asthma, America and I celebrated our respective birthdays on July 4.
Although I am one year away from celebrating three-fourth of a century worth of birthdays, I remain grateful that my mother had the wisdom to give birth to her only child on a day that the entire nation observes.
July 4 is the quintessential American holiday, and it requires little effort to celebrate in style.
No presents to buy, no turkey to cook, no eggs to dye and no roses to send.
Fly an American flag, cook some wieners, cut a watermelon, light a Roman candle, and before you can say, "The British are coming," it’s a red, white and blue Fourth.
This year I celebrated with friends in Sun City where Pat was looking great after her long battle with cancer, and our hostess was gloriously happy in her new home.
Although I have received some great presents, the best gifts are seeing a good friend recover her health, another happy, children’s phone calls, grandchildren’s text messages, silly cards from far away friends, unexpected e-cards, and a Skype equipped laptop so I may see, as well as talk, to my loving husband as his job takes him around the world.
Each year, I also am grateful for the military men and women whose service and sacrifice have made it possible for all Americans to wake up on July 4 in the land of the free.
Yippee! Despite terrorism, recession, arthritis and asthma, America and I celebrated our respective birthdays on July 4.
Although I am one year away from celebrating three-fourth of a century worth of birthdays, I remain grateful that my mother had the wisdom to give birth to her only child on a day that the entire nation observes.
July 4 is the quintessential American holiday, and it requires little effort to celebrate in style.
No presents to buy, no turkey to cook, no eggs to dye and no roses to send.
Fly an American flag, cook some wieners, cut a watermelon, light a Roman candle, and before you can say, "The British are coming," it’s a red, white and blue Fourth.
This year I celebrated with friends in Sun City where Pat was looking great after her long battle with cancer, and our hostess was gloriously happy in her new home.
Although I have received some great presents, the best gifts are seeing a good friend recover her health, another happy, children’s phone calls, grandchildren’s text messages, silly cards from far away friends, unexpected e-cards, and a Skype equipped laptop so I may see, as well as talk, to my loving husband as his job takes him around the world.
Each year, I also am grateful for the military men and women whose service and sacrifice have made it possible for all Americans to wake up on July 4 in the land of the free.
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