Thursday, August 03, 2017

What???

I don't know how this happened, or if I shared it with anyone on Instagram, because I don't know how to use Instagram very well being new at it.  But I saw that it had been saved to my laptop, so here it is.  I don't know what all those arrows in my head are supposed to mean, but maybe I have been shot by Cupid..........

Butterball Memorial Race

On July 22nd Rick and I went to the races again.  We go every year to the Butterball Memorial Race in Richmond, Kentucky.  We always have fun there, but it is very noisy and it's very hard to carry on a conversation while the cars are whizzing by at a tremendous rate of speed.  We end up covered in dirt and debris from the track and have to shower when we get home no matter how late it is.

This year we got there early and by early I mean around 12:45 p.m. so that we could get a parking space up close to the gates.  The races don't start until around 7:00 p.m., but we brought a large cooler with ice full of water bottles and gatorade to drink, and snacks to eat while we waited for the gates to open and the races to begin.  We stayed in the comfort of the air conditioned Saturn for most of the afternoon, because the temps outside were nearing triple digits and it was much too hot to sit out on the bleachers for all that time.  We did go and pick out our spot where we wanted to sit as soon as we arrived at the track and tied down an old quilt to mark it and reserve our seats for later.  The very top row was already all reserved and marked off by fans we heard chose their spots the night before.  Some fans were very trusting souls and left their chairs there over-night, and others marked their spots with that orange tape that's used for crime scenes.  Others bungee'd their seat cushions to the bleachers to mark their spots.  It gets very crowded in the bleachers, so next year we are going to go the night before, mark our spots on the top row and bring our own canvas chairs to sit in and pray that we don't have to go to the bathroom.  This year we picked a spot right next to one of the rails that is used to go up and down the bleachers, and yes, I did have to go to the bathroom once, but I didn't have to climb over anyone, thank God.

Here are just 3 pictures that I took while at the races.

  


Friday, July 28, 2017

The importance of Magnesium

Magnesium rich foods are:

Nuts, cashews

Whole grains

Leafy vegetables

Beans

Avocados

Dark chocolate 

Tuna fish

Flax seeds

Pumpkin seeds


Warning signs of Magnesium deficiency:


1. Fatigue

2. Muscle spasms and cramps

3. Arrhythmia

4. Dizziness

5. Nausea and vomiting

6. Numbness

7. Personality changes

8. Anxiety and panic attacks


Also magnesium rich diet helps prevent Diabetes II


Thursday, July 20, 2017

Good Morning

I'm feeling much better today and a little more optimistic about things in general and about my friendship with Rick.  Even tho we bicker and argue, the arguments don't last long anymore.  I'm still hearing lectures about my driving and how I don't pay attention as I should to the traffic around me, and how I'm going to get myself killed if I don't start paying more attention.  All that is well and good advice, and I know that to be true, so I'm not being stubborn and arguing back.  I'm listening to Rick, to Suzanne and to the warnings that I've been getting from a higher power that maybe I should either stop riding or start paying more attention to what I'm doing.

I recently got upset at Rick because he didn't ask if I was okay after the SUV slammed into me.  Well why would he? He was there and saw that I was fine, but that my bike wasn't, so of course he would say something about it.  It was brought to my attention that some people once they see that you are okay, will react like Rick did, and that's how they show concern for your safety and well-being.  I have no doubts about how Rick feels about me.  He has to feel something stronger than just pure friendship or he wouldn't put up with my stubbornness, and I can be pretty stubborn and hard headed at times.