My favorite fall finds

Fall is awesome. Assuming you can tell the transition from summer to fall. This summer, the seasonal change went unnoticed, since one type of rain blended into another with little difference. oh, a leaf fell yesterday. that was the difference. On the bright side, the lack of outdoor activities for the fam gave way to Internet and store indulgences, looking for good buys on things that glitter with some glamour.

Find one: Butter nail polish, from London. Found this at a local store, didn’t believe the pap about it being environmentally conscious, but for 14 bucks, i gave it a shot. The great news: I’m a FAN. no staining. no bad colors. no carcenogens. LOVE it. My mom, who’s 70, hates polish because it cracks and chips. For her, a piano-playing fool, she can’t have that. She learned what I did-it lasts a long time. I went back, picked up 6 more colors + top and base coats, sent some off to my equally skeptical sister (the fashion maven who helps me keep current) and she was another convert.

Find two: twinkle boots. The latest take on the Sketcher’s twinkle shoes that light up with each walk. Found the boots outside Tahoe in a western shop. And NO, these aren’t for adults. For girls. In pink–at $44, debatable if it’s a necessity or a splurg. But Porsche has worn her pair for days in a row. She’d sleep in hers if she could.

Find three: metallic, hanging pumpkins. sounds crazy and cheesy, but my local nursery had a set on display, and they are totally cool. I removed my kitchen hangings (which I’d not done for years) to put these up. Love them! $29–a great accessory I can leave up until Christmas comes along. The pieces are approx 24″ wide by 18″ tall, and have hooks on the back. Tried to find online-no success. But could probably locate from the nursery.

Find four: knee high boots. Wow. Took me 42 LOOONNNNGGG years to be able to fit my badboy calves into the things, but perhaps that’s what having my last child did for me. Thinn(er) calves, finally. Of course, I temporarily lost my mind, and bought several. Would show pics but the items must be in-store only. Couldn’t find on-line. ohwell. Rog LOVS them, and in turn, is very pleasant. Who knew?

dogs and cancer–10 yr trend and cure

Last May, my special P-dog, code named such because my sister named her p-doggy because Penelope the pitbull frightened the uninitiated…started manifesting lumps on her body. They were red, and would come and go like an overgrown bug-bite. It was really strange, especially when she kept after them, licking them until they started bleeding. I wasn’t really worried until she got three on the same side of her body.
Jane the Vet identified the bumps as cancer cells gone awry, requiring major surgery, removal, and some nasty scars on my poor, lovely, mushy dog.

“Is this going to return?” I ask.

“Most likely,” she says, before telling me why.

Turns out that big dogs, or dogs with a lot of muscle-pits, rotts, mastiffs, bulldogs etc., have had an alarming increase in cancer over the last decade. Jane said she’s not quite sure why, but the thinking among vets is that something in the food/air/whatever, is getting into the muscles. The muscles can’t “expend” the carcenogens, it builds up, and then poof. One day, it turns over to the dark side and is cancer. She gave me 2 types of pills designed to ‘dispel and dissipate” the build up. It wasn’t quiet a death sentence. More like an on-going session with the chemo machine.

Now, I’m going to reveal that I’m a believer in alternative medicines. Not because I’m not down with western medicine, it’s just that the Chinese have been at it for 4,000 years, and I roll with the notion that they perfected using nature for healing. Since homeopathy is the same principle (plant based healing to be simplistic) I turned to my swami in the foothills in Arizona to see what could be done.
He told me about AlcaGreen, a green, powerdy substance comprised of a whole lotta good foods. Turns out that stores abound (on-line) of people being helped/cured by the the human version of the stuff. I bite, and in a few days, i get two big vats of green powder I’m to feed my dog every day.

Skip forward 6 months. The dog, nicknamed Stitch, when she’s turned left, and P-dog when she’s turned right, was fine, until I stopped giving her the Alcagreen. I went on vacation for a month, didn’t take with, and in another 30 days, 2 bumps reappeared. Call the swami, he said-don’t freak-and resume treatment. Sure enough, the bumps left, Jane couldn’t find the lumps when I took her back in, and it appears we might have the solution to this weirdness afflicting our pets.

My specialty is mixing a tablespoon with half-cup of soup, though she’ll take the remnants of baby food in a pinch.

the importance of photos

Rog hates this photo and suggested I crop it. but why? if I did that, it would take out the hysterical white-girl yo-sign that we did at the lake. and for my peeps, Janelly and Lindsay, that wouldn’t be much fun. If it goes down, then i’ll have to find something else equally as interesting.

This blog is intended to compliment my other ‘business‘ (e.g. boring) blog required by my writing adn business world. To quote my editor, it sucks for the general reader, while great for the .000000001% of homosapiens that care about writing. uh, ok.

So here it is. My sis came up with a complete email full of great subjects, more in a thirty-second stream of brilliance than i could must in 2 months of complete suckiness writing. Rog then helped even further by telling me to write a cookbook on Swedish Fusion, which in fact, I may do. I’m tall. I’m swedish. I like to eat. That too, can apply to the other .00000001% of folks I failed to reach with my other blog.

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