Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

Some time ago I had blogged about the headache of what to do with roadside beggars.  Do I give something to them or not? ( children-makes-my-head-hurt ) In the end we found something that works for us. A friend of ours is involved in charity work and suggested we prepare some gallon bags of stuff that might be useful for a homeless person and then give those out in lieu of money.  It worked great! I got my little helpers involved and got quite a few bags ready, so my husband and I each  have a couple of bags in the car that we can hand out at anytime.  The items have to have a long shelf life and should be able to withstand the temperatures of your environment. Here's what we put: 2 nutrigrain or granola bars 2 bags of cookies 2 bags of Chips 2 juice boxes 1 pair of socks You can change it up and put raisins, individual boxed cereals, pop tarts, crispy treats, etc. Some folks also include a small gift card redeemable only at the grocery (<$10).  In the end, it work

I go to a chain shop to get my hair cut  - when I stop wearing my hair in a pony-tail or up in a clip, I'll graduate to a "salon".  But anyway, I overheard one of the hairdressers saying to a customer, "I am showing you these products because I have to."  Apparently, they are required to display and sell different hair care products to their customers, including their own brand. By contrast, the guy who was trimming my hair had a bit more finesse. "You have beautiful hair."  For my age? Because is still mostly on my head?  Because I know my hair is not particularly lustrous. "What kind of shampoo do you use?" "Pantene" "That's a good product,"   Smart, he didn't want to suggest that I made a poor choice in my existing shampoo. "..but it is not a salon brand." Ahhh...the implication was clear. "Your hair is a little dry, but if you want to upgrade, you should try one of ours."  Up

Most recently, it is because they boxed me in where I was parked at the Science Center in Austin. So there were cars all around me and just enough space for my car to squeeze through the space between the 2 cars parked to my right, facing each other, provided I had another driver to watch me come out because it was so close. Did I mention it was lunch time, and I had the 2 kids and we'd already spent almost 2 hours at the Science Center?  I'll let you think about that a moment.  My blood pressure went up when I saw what had happened.  It goes without saying that I wanted to cry.  Why would I think women drivers were involved? Well...I think only a woman would not notice that I would be boxed in and then park right in front of me so I couldn't get out.  Oblivious is what I call it. In addition, they get on their cell phones as they are backing out of a parking lot. Me - I am terrified I hit something or worse, someone's child, so a parking lot is the one place I es