Saturday, January 31, 2009

The Prodigy Returns

Looks like the new helmet I sent his way is crampin' this little skateboarder's style. (Refresh your memory here.)

Hey, it's no walk in the skate park to ollie cross-eyed, but if anyone can pull it off, Bryce is that guy! 

Assuming he eventually manages to tear his gaze away from the "duck" helmet, that is...

=)



Wearing this thing is a tough gig!


But it's all good...

Friday, January 30, 2009

Some Surprises Are Like Grand Prizes!






Happy days are here again! 

(Or at the very least, funny ones.) 

Guess who's back, Jack? 

(As in:  back at it...back to the land of the living...back in the saddle again...back from the USSR...back to civilization, and BACK IN ACTION...)

It's the one...the only...


One of my very favorites.

Haven't heard about her yet? Well, she's the blogger who was cracking her readers up on a regular basis until the day last November when her young son managed to erase her entire blog singlehandedly. Yessiree. All by his little lonesome. (Quite a feat, too.)

It was pretty excruciating at the time, but Mary has now regrouped and is backety-back-back.

So go have a look. If you haven't tried it, you'll like it.

Guaranteed.

=D

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Cholesterol-Lowering Drugs and Muscle Weakness


Let me begin with a disclaimer: I am not a doctor. The story I have to tell is purely anecdotal, but I think it needs to be told. While I absolutely would not want anyone to base his/her decision on our experience, I also wouldn't want to deprive any person of being able to take this additional piece of information into account. Anyway, here goes...

About five years ago, my husband was in excellent health. He went to the doctor, at my urging, because three of his friends had been diagnosed with prostate cancer. I was concerned and wanted him checked out. The doctor examined him thoroughly, pronounced him free of prostate cancer, and discovered a cholesterol problem. He immediately recommended medication to address this condition, and my husband began taking that medication. Normally, a statin would have been the drug of choice, but because my husband's liver enzymes were slightly elevated, the doctor settled on Zetia, Welchol, and Cholestyramine. At the next testing, my husband's liver enzymes were fine, but the doctor elected not to change to a statin because the Zetia, Welchol, and Cholestyramine had already lowered his cholesterol considerably...and they were purported to have fewer side effects.

Within two or three months, my husband began to complain of one-sided weakness in his front-thigh leg muscle, the one that enables him to lift his leg. At first, it was mild, but over the next two years it progressed to the point where he had difficulty climbing stairs. He couldn't jump well when playing basketball. He even had to buy a pair of hiking poles in order to manage a fairly ordinary trek in the mountains. This was pretty troubling for him, because he's always been both an athlete and an enthusiastic outdoorsman. Previously, his excellent stamina had been complemented by unusually strong leg muscles. Now, one of his legs was failing him. Did he have a degenerative disease of some kind? Were spinal chord problems affecting a nerve? (He had been in a car accident some time before, and we wondered if that might be a factor.) 

When he went to a neurologist to find out, an electromyogram (EMG) showed that there was considerable nerve damage. Furthermore, that muscle did not respond correctly to nervous stimuli. Even worse, the problem was progressing down his leg and the foot was becoming weak as well. My husband had also begun to feel that the other leg was becoming less strong. Equally disturbing was the fact that I could visually note the difference in the musculature between his two legs...and his arms seemed to be losing some muscle mass, too.

My mind kept going back to the fact that he had been just fine until he went to the doctor. At first, we would say this to each other as a joke. "Gee, sure glad you got yourself to that doctor!", etc. But after a while, the joke didn't seem so funny. I began to wonder if there could be a connection between my husband's issues and the medications he was taking. I looked online and saw many anecdotal accounts of people experiencing muscle weakness with statins, but not with other cholesterol-lowering drugs. However, I remained suspicious. Maybe, I theorized, what constituted a healthy level of cholesterol differed from person to person...just like women have differing levels of hormones. In other words, what was normal for one might not be normal for others. Perhaps there was some kind of individual set-point for cholesterol, and when you got below that set-point for your particular body, nerve health was affected. (This remains just a theory of mine...and has no basis whatsoever in scientific study, by the way.) It just occurred to me that maybe these drugs had lowered Dave's cholesterol to what was a good number for someone else, but a bad number for him. (Or I'm willing to consider the other option...that the number was good, but the means of achieving it was harmful.) Either way, things weren't going well.

I mentioned my idea to my husband, whose doctor assured him that his cholesterol-lowering medication could in no way be the problem. Nonetheless, we were sufficiently worried (and suspicious) that we decided to have him go off all medications for three months to see what might happen. I think you can guess. My husband's strange symptoms, which his highly recommended neurologist had been unable to diagnose (other than there being "considerable nerve damage"), disappeared completely.

Today, about a year later, he is entirely back to normal. We now address the cholesterol with diet, exercise, and natural supplements...including beta sitosterol and omega-3 fatty acids. 

I don't profess to know what others should do about taking Welchol, Zetia or Cholyesteramine, but I am personally convinced that one or all three of these non-statin, cholesterol-lowering medications my husband was taking created his muscle weakness. So patient beware...and be aware.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

My Uneasy Honeymoon with Obama


Let me begin by saying that I didn't vote for Obama. There were things I liked about him, but there were things that made me nervous, too. Some of the things that made me nervous I can articulate...his obvious attraction to bigger government as a means of solving our country's ills, for one. The mere idea of putting federal employees in charge of medical care for our citizens, for instance, made my blood run cold. Can you imagine the bourgeoning bureaucracy? The time-honored inefficiency? The wasted tax dollars? (Think U.S. Postal Service...) Let's face it. The dreaded HMO experience would pale in comparison.

Other things that worried me about Obama were a little harder to define, but his relative lack of a record was high on my list, along with his early ties to a few less-than-impressive characters. Yes, I had the effrontery to be bothered by the ranting Reverend and the far-left friends from Chicago, even though MSNBC blithely reassured me, in its inimitably unbiased way, that my concerns were unfounded. 

Still, taking all of these things into consideration, as well as my political leanings, I seriously considered voting for Obama. He was calm, intelligent, reasonable, and well-spoken. He represented someone who might be able reach out to Muslims in a way no other president ever had. He seemed like he might be a good negotiator, both inside and outside of our country. 

The thing is, I wasn't overly enamored of McCain as a candidate either, though I did admire his obvious devotion to our country and felt pretty comfortable with his record and his past willingness to act in a bipartisan manner. I did not admire his choice of a vice presidential candidate, however, nor did I feel that his advancing years were in his favor. I also worried that he was not, by nature, diplomatic enough to enhance foreign relations at such a dicey time in our history. He was surely no great shakes at talking about the economy, though I hoped he would bring in excellent advisors and really listen to them.

But McCain lost, and my point is that when President Obama won, I was neither thrilled nor disappointed. I was happy in some ways and unhappy in others. In short, there was enough ambiguity to leave room for an uneasy honeymoon, and that's where I am today. I want Obama to succeed. He's the president of our country, and I am hoping against hope he'll be a good one, because we need a good one. In fact, we need a phenomenal one right about now.

Today, my reviews are mixed. I like the way he's gotten right down to business, the way he handles and presents himself, the way he treats his family. I like that he's at least going through the motions of crossing the aisle to involve Republicans. (The jury is still out for me on whether "going through the motions" is all he's doing...but for now, I'm keeping an open mind...even though he chose Rom Emmanuel, a highly partisan fellow, for his chief-of-staff.) I'm as surprised as anyone to say that I like his choice of Hilary Clinton, whose foreign policy chops impressed me during the campaign. Besides, she's smart as a whip.

As for policy, so far I support President Obama's efforts to improve our image in the Middle East, including giving his first formal interview to a Saudi Arabian TV station. That statement of respect certainly can't hurt anything, and might even make a few inroads. I also approve of George Mitchell having been dispatched to address the Palestinian/Israeli conflict. The world can't just ignore it, and that means we can't either.

I don't support the "economic stimulus" package, at least, not in its present form. I sincerely hope that Obama will listen to Republican input with an open mind today, because there is not enough direct stimulus in that package to get things rolling again. If we're going to spend big money here, let's at least spend it effectively. (Contraception, for example, is a bit of a stretch for me.) I'm all about tax relief for small business owners (otherwise known as "job-makers"), and I'm completely against tax relief that results in tax refunds for those who haven't paid any. Most of all, I want to see some major oversight by a real stickler to make sure our tax dollars go where they are allocated. (The bailout funds to date seem to have been poorly monitored, if at all.) That drives me crazy.

My biggest fear about Obama is that he will turn out to be too much of an idealist and not enough of a pragmatist. Usually I like idealism. I still do, in fact, but a president must have an overriding sense of and commitment to what will actually work. When you're dealing with cynical world leaders (or self-serving senators, for that matter), you have to at least be able to put yourself in their shoes...even if you wouldn't want to stand in them. You have to be able to perceive their motivations and machinations and then make a practical decision about what you (and the country) can live with. Hopefully, what you can live with will be something that works.

I love my country, and I want the best for it. Time will tell if Obama's presidency will be something I can live with. To tell the truth, I guess that depends a lot on whether Obama's presidency turns out to be something that works.

Monday, January 26, 2009

A one-size-fits-all cure for what ails you

I had no idea. Seriously. It never even occurred to me...And if it had, I wouldn't have believed it! Why? Because it's altogether too easy...too simple...too eminently do-able.

Here's the deal. It's walking. That's right. Plain old walking...as in putting one foot in front of the other and moving your body down the street. Granted, it has to be at a brisk pace, but the previously unknown (by me) benefits are amazing!

How did I find out about these benefits? Ah, good question. From the AARP magazine, of course. Apparently they are experts on keeping us old folks ticking even after we take a big licking from all sorts of age-related maladies.

The thing is...the article applies to other-than-old people, too. In fact, if you start all this while you are young, you may never even grow old! (That doesn't sound quite desirable, does it?) Maybe I need to rephrase that statement, minus the threat of an early death. heehee

At any rate, the point is...walking does wonders for your health, no matter what your age. Those who walk briskly for half an hour each day increase their aerobic capacity by 19% and their physical function by 25%. They decrease their risk of disability by 41%.

But that's not all. They lower their risk of heart disease by 32%, stroke by 33%, Altzheimers by 40%, arthritis by 46%, and diabetes by a whopping 71%! They reduce their risk of breast cancer by 18% and colon cancer by 31%. They also increase their cancer survival rate by 33%.

Each half-hour walk burns 150 calories, which amounts to a loss of 1.3 pounds monthly and 15.6 pounds per year, without even dieting. This kind of activity also keeps osteoporosis at bay.

What's more, if you suffer from depression, walking will result in a 47% reduction in your symptoms.

All it takes is one 30-minute walk each day. And guess what? I'm going to be taking one. And that's a done deal.


Classic Walking

©1994 by Susan Noyes Anderson, Mobius

My body is electric when
I'm walking to Vivaldi;
I shed years and pounds in minutes
moving to Rossini's beat.
Every step inspires new feeling;
I am on my way to healing,
floating on a starry ceiling
when Ludwig directs my feet.

I go marching with Franz Schubert;
Haydn is my soul's delight.
With Tchaikovsky I'm in heaven,
I could stroll with him all night.
When I trip the light fantastic
with Wolfgang, it's orgiastic.
Walks with Bach are more scholastic,
for the subtle appetite.

I'm a mover and a shaker,
overcome with joie de vie.
Gliding down the street with Brahms
is sheer symphonic ecstasy.
What an unexpected treasure!
I could not begin to measure
the unmitigated pleasure
"classic" walking brings to me.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

The Prodigy

Apparently little Bryce is a skater dude at heart. (I think Zumiez will be carrying this blue, one-piece coverall soon...under the Volcom label, of course.)

=)

PS. Don't worry, the helmet is in the mail! 

PPS. For others of you with daring toddlers, I found a good one for ages 12 months and up, right here. (Free super saver shipping, too.) The Giro helmet gets high safety ratings and is even adjustable! 

I chose the red one with the ducks, by the way...

Friday, January 23, 2009

We Have a Winner! But it wasn't easy...



First of all, I want to thank my very dear blog friends, who spent valuable time and effort to search out the perfect song for me. You did your job too well, because I've been listening to them all over and over again trying to make up my mind which one I like best. In the process, I have come to love every single one of them and have added them to my collection.

As I said, it was a close call, but I've finally figured out that Shine, by Rosie Golan, is my most favorite. I had never even heard of this artist before, which is surprising because I thought I was aware of most of the folk singers on iTunes. Somehow I missed Rosie, though, and I'm glad to have found her at last...all thanks to Natalie, the lucky winner (heehee) of my 100th post anniversary giveaway. (Maybe even better than Shine, by the way, is Hazy. That one really does it for me in a big way...)

This is the part where I thank those of you who read my blog and say that your inexplicable (but oh-so-warmly welcomed) interest in my daily thoughts and doings means more to me than I can express. Whether you submitted songs or not, your comments are always music to my ears (or in this case, eyes). And visiting your blogs is one of my most enjoyable pastimes!

As for you, Natalie, I am ready whenever you are. Just send me the occasion and information and a suitable poem will be yours! (By the way, the offer has no time limit, so if  you want to save it for something in the future, feel free.) I will be happy to write it any old time you need it...

Thanks again, to all of  you. You have made my 100th post anniversary most memorable.  

=)

Thursday, January 22, 2009

100TH ANNIVERSARY CUSTOM POEM GIVEWAWAY!



Okay, this is  it...The 100th post! And it's about...itself!

Yep, my 100th post is about my 100th post. Or in other words, it's about nothing at all...except the fact that you now have until 11:59 pm (yep, that's tonight!) to enter my custom poem giveaway contest. All you have to do is leave the best song I've never heard in the comments section below.

As a sample of what you'll be getting, here are the first and final three verses of the last wedding poem I wrote. The middle verses (too many to list here) use material gleaned from family members to tell about the bride and groom's  lives. Some of those verses are funny and some are sentimental. (I like to begin and end the wedding poems on a serious note, but there's a lot of teasing and fun in the body of the poem.)

Tomorrow, X and X will tie the knot.
We’re here to celebrate their wedding day.
But first, we want to celebrate their lives,
and mark some milestones along the way.

What better time than now to introduce
the very pair that brought us here tonight?
As friends and family, here to share their joy,
we’re wishing them a future that is bright.

And every wish we make means that much more
when coupled with the story that is theirs.
So, thanks to both their moms, we’ll make them squirm…
and blush…and (why not??)…fidget in their chairs.

(skipping now to the end of the poem)

We end this night with wishes, hopes, and dreams––
expressed directly to the two of you.
Our wish is peace, wherever you may go.
Our hope is happiness in all you do.

Our dream for you is simple: Build your dream.
Create the life you truly want to live.
May every choice you make bring joy and faith.
May everything you choose, rich blessings give.

Tonight we honor you and lend our love
to yours as you prepare to pledge your hearts.
May you hold each vow sacred and receive
the priceless gifts that true marriage imparts.

Here's another type of custom poem, written for a girl who was graduating from high school:

X is a life force; she walks in the room
and the light and the climate start changing.
With all of her colors a rainbow looks drab,
and her talents are vast and wide-ranging.

She’s an artist. Creating’s like breathing for her.
It just happens; it’s involuntary.
Pencil, pen, charcoal, brush, needle, thread, words.....
She’s eclectic. And extraordinary!

But X is far more than her art; she’s a friend
to her parents, her siblings, and peers.
Relationships matter to X. She is known for
soft shoulders and listening ears.

She’s a gymnastic coach who may soon be a nanny.
(Those kids would be in for some fun!)
She can fix up some brownies or fix up a car.
Makes no difference.....She’ll get the job done.

In the future, she’s looking at fashion design––
or interiors.....even fine art.
With so much ability, sometimes it’s hard
to pick one thing that speaks to your heart.

But whatever she chooses, wherever she goes,
XX XX will make herself known.
Our love travels with her as she now embarks
on creating a life of her own.

Anyway, that gives you an idea of the prize.....

Thanks for playin'!

=)

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

A Gift of Peace

I'm an ocean-lover, but Brooke Fraser's beautiful hymn and its accompanying views of the sea would bring peace to anyone. The artistry of this composition profoundly affects me.

That's why I had to share it.

(Be sure to scroll down and "mute" my playlist before you click on the video.)



Catharsis
©1994 by Susan Noyes Anderson, The Lyric

What is this thing that draws me to the sea?
What passion rises with each white-capped swell
to churn upon a watery carousel
and break in frothy secrets, spilling free?
The foaming, reckless water quiets me
in darkly hidden places, guarded well,
probing the inner reaches of a shell
whose pink walls glow with bright intensity.
I love this ocean pounding on the shore,
untamed and unashamed in all its might;
It rolls and crests and dives and rolls some more,
unbound by man and law and grief and fright.
The sea engulfs me, draws my answering roar,
sends waves of darkness crashing into light.


Hope you enjoy my 99th post. If you want to participate in the giveaway, time's a-wastin'!

Monday, January 19, 2009

Home again, home again, jiggety-jig


Just got back from taking a quick trip to Utah for a family wedding, which was held in a beautiful old church building that has been converted to an even more beautiful wedding facility. It's called The Old Meeting House, and if I lived in or near Salt Lake City, I'd use it as a venue in a minute. (Unworthy blogger that I am, I'm ashamed to report that I took no pictures, but the place definitely has that old-time feel with lots of high ceilings and graceful arches and beautiful chandeliers.)

The wedding decor was simple and elegant with bridesmaids in black, groomsmen in black and white, and roses in red and white. Perfect, I thought, for a winter wedding.

Even better, of course, was the fact that most of my husband's family was there. I'm sure the bride and groom felt love and supported, which is as it should be.

As for me, I got to spend a lot of time talking to people I hadn't seen for a while, including nieces, nephews, and friends of my children. I also got to see all of their children, which is always a good time. I even managed to meet up with my own sister, my nephew, my niece and her husband, my brother-in-law (up there to take in the Sundance Film Festival), and two of our dearest friends. I thought all of this "meeting up" was a mini-miracle, considering the fact that the wedding was on my husband's side, not mine.

All in all, it was a pretty satisfying weekend...and I haven't even talked about my travel companions, who were the best: my husband (of course), my second youngest son (the only one of my kids who could get off work), and my husband's brother (a delightful maniac from way back.) We stayed with my husband's sister and brother-in-law (parents of the groom), and their home and hospitality are always warm and welcoming. I was even given a beautiful fresh water pearl necklace and earrings for writing a wedding poem for the happy couple!

(Of course, you could be the owner of one of these wedding poems yourself...or any kind of poem for any kind of occasion, if you just take part in Granny Sue's famous giveaway. Remember, this is my 98th post, and you only have till midnight the day of the 100th post to submit your song for the competition!)

But back to my most enjoyable weekend...

While this little getaway featured everything from witnessing a wedding to:   visiting a family gravesite...sitting around the dinner table chatting up relatives I don't get to see nearly as often as I'd like...hanging out in a pool hall...discovering an old used book store I could have spent several days investigating...AND way too many more things to mention...one of the best parts of all was returning to Northern California. Every time I go away and come back to this beautiful place, I appreciate it more.

Vacations are great fun. They are also great at reminding you just how much you love being home.  =)