I've been thinking about this for awhile, a long while, but not really discussed it. Here "it" is. Last year, Dr Oz said,
"If you can read through your pee, you are drinking enough water."
What does this mean exactly? Call me simple minded (it's really okay-I know it already :(. Wasn't it me that went to the Israel Palestine class and ask why the holocaust survivors didn't just get a Hawaiian island? Yikes. So, yep, I know. But I'm learning new things everyday. Bare with me...) So does this mean that Dr Oz is suggesting we put some sort of reading material in the toilet and pee a top it? And due to the toilet bowl full of water, people are going to be able to read through their urine regardless, won't they? I mean, well, even if you're pee is yellow, it's still going to be clear yellow; like looking through a stained glass window so to speak. :)
Perhaps it was a sly way of getting folks to pee on newspaper as a joke, saying we are all getting enough water anyway? Dr Oz, you dirty boy, I know laughter & visualization are good for your health, but to gets yours this way? Surely not.
Though he didn't mention a toilet or the fact that the clear toilet bowl water would be diluting the pee, so he may have indeed intended for this do be done outside, camp style.
If this is the case, I don't think I'm gonna do it.
But ever since Oprah's doc has repeatedly mention reading through your urine, I've wondered about trying it. When I go to flush, there's a part of my mind that now says,"Could I read through that?"
I'd love to hear about any of your experiences with this. Anybody out there tried it?
Speaking of pee, we went to the IMAX in Chattanooga with the girls Sunday. Sat middle center for Grand Canyon 3D. Shanna & I had to make everyone get up to go potty but it was too late.
The shows before and after were both sold out, so I feel for whoever had to sit in ShannaBelle's seat. Her words were,
"It was just too much water!"
If your spouse is an avid white water kayaker (like Steven) , this'll be right up their alley. It's a paddling video!
Speaking of my man, he's injured again! He was riding a downhill trail and a couple miles in, he tried to jump his tires on these little bumpy places in the trail, and his bike got off trail and flew into a tree. He was wearing a helmet, so he's mentally sound. All his teeth are still in place. This time its bruises & road rash, along with an nasty impalement into his right knee. He's crazy glued it back together and resting it with ice whenever possible.
The limp isn't too bad. I made a joke about the luck of it being the right leg, as he shattered his left ankle during a fall while rock climbing, so it offsets it a bit. He doesn't appreciate my rare form of humour. Also, he wouldn't like me saying "injured again." But if anyone needs info on how long dislocated shoulders or cracked ribs take to heal, you can feel free to email us :)
I wish the extreme sport thing would run its course. Maybe he could take up crossword puzzles. If you know him, then we both know better.
I hope everyone is doing great! Much love to you all & have a cool day ~ Kat
My father once told me I never had anything interesting to say. Probably not the worst of what he said during that phone call, but at the time, it made me cry.
I never had anything interesting to say. What if it were true? What constitutes interesting? How do you get there? Education? Travel? Was this a finger pointing out all the things I lacked in myself, is that why it hit such a nerve? And all the dreams that fall away, afterwards, when you're sitting there with your handful of rocks, what are you saying if you have said nothing interesting? Did Johnny Cougar really sum it up when he said, "Life goes on, long after the thrill of living goes on?"
Was this 'nothing interesting' based on things like me talking about breakfast cereal, or the candle I bought on sale? The thing I found under the couch? Maybe the idea that I have nothing interesting to say is not a flaw in me, but a gift. I'm lucky that I can enjoy my cap'n crunch, my $2 candle. Let me be thankful for tiny things in day to day life. One folks turd be ten flies palace. We aren't here to be interesting. Interesting is a seldom shared point of view. Interesting is not and never will be a requirement. Interested is.
There you have it, my quote for the day. For all the uninteresting people who stumble across me today, it's okay. Maybe you feel like a rock today. I know that you're really a geode, sparkly and shiny on the inside. Spill your guts! (I couldn't resist that one...)
Have a sweet day...kat
ps. can you tell I've spent the afternoon hauling big ass rocks from one side of my yard to the other? hence todays rock theme...
We're running late, I've fixed hair, found socks for everybody, and laced shoes, I'm signing things and looking for homework...Don't forget you have to pay for the yearbook today, she tells me, so I dig for money. On the way out the door, I stop at the coffee maker. Coffee, Toffee nut creamer, a dash of Reddiwhip. The little munchkin opens and like clockwork, the end of the reddiwhip goes into her mouth. I aim it in there, then point to Naomi. She passes. "We're running late! Are you addicted to coffee?" Hmmm. I do believe that some people are addicted to coffee. My husband is one, knocking out a heaping 6 cups a day- and those are double strength at that. And I know the stories about people having to have the caffeine, yadda, yadda. I'm not addicted to coffee. I'm addicted to making my bed in the mornings, the same everytime. I'm addicted to buying used furniture on Craigslist, and if it's in some town I've never heard of, even better. (I love old furniture. Love. Not necesarily antique furniture...just quirky used stuff.) I hate matching colors, "berry blue colored walls, orange tile = good. yellow walls orange tile = bad!" but love symmetry. I'm addicted to Larry David's Curb Your Enthusiasm- I adore him...if you haven't seen this show, buy the box set and watch from the beginning. He's magically delicious.
I can get lost watching the turtles in the pond, mainly because you barely see a turtle. You literally have to stand there completely silent unmoving for 5 minutes before one will pop his head up, then it goes back down. Because of the overflow of turtles, this new turtle watching thing could also become addictive. But no, I'm not addicted to coffee. Nope. It's that Coffee is a laxative and I'm addicted to an easy shit. (Yikes! I'm getting a little free with my typing. I should probably censor myself better! The other day Steven was reading my blog- you know, the one where I spoke of his, um, package- and he says, "I can't believe you wrote this!" & I tell him it's my private blog, no one reads it. "It's on the internet, anyone can read it!" but they don't. I feel I'm pretty okay to purge my thoughts. They really aren't that interesting. And if people start from the beginning, my really suckie poetry would have made them click me gone anyhow) Isn't a blog just a diary? I should be painting instead. The amish guy is supposed to be here today to finish the tile. How much of a people pleaser am I? So much so, when I hear the amish guy pull up in the drive, I turn the tv off. Makes me look more...amish? How ridiculous is that? ha. I'm almost out of Cap'N Crunch Berries. This morning I was eating my CrunchBerries, and I knew I wanted to write about it. There's something very cool about abbreviating Captain to Cap'n. I'm rambling. I'd better go do something constructive with my day. Much love, yours truly :)