A touch of this, a dash of that on a cold Saturday with gray skies pregnant with rain.
Speaking of pregnant …
What Goes Up Must Come Down
And what goes out must go … back in?
Take the urine of pregnant women. Add a syringe. Inject into your body. Voila! A new diet that’s all the rage.
I kid you not. Weight loss centers are reporting triple business and women are touting the effectiveness of the hCG diet, calling it a miracle after other diets that “didn’t work.”
Human chorionic gonadotropin, or hCG, is a hormone produced during pregnancy. It speeds up the metabolizing of fat.
The 6-week diet program, which costs between $300 and $550, calls for women to inject themselves daily in the thigh to trick the body into thinking it’s pregnant. The shots are combined with a 500-calorie-a-day eating plan.
Not that the low calories have anything to do with weight loss. Women swear it’s all in the urine. They report feeling great. Light. And never hungry.
If I were stabbing myself with pregnant women’s urine, I wouldn’t be hungry either. For entirely different reasons.
Cash for Cash Memorabilia
The blue denim jumpsuit worn by Johnny Cash while rehearsing at San Quentin prison and immortalized in the photo of Johnny with middle finger raised sold for $50,000 at auction.
Many more treasures of the American legendary singer fetched hefty sums at Julien’s Auctions in Los Angeles earlier this month. A Martin guitar with which he wrote the first four lines of “I Walk the Line” and signed went for $50,000.
Other items included knee-high boots of alligator leather with an elaborate eagle design, personal notes from friends including Kris Kristofferson, Kirk Douglas and Bruce Springsteen, who addressed his to “Big John,” handwritten lyrics and a knee-length black cape becoming the Man in Black.
The auction drew bidders from around the world and surpassed $ expectations, collecting more than $700,000, some of which will go to MusiCares, which supports struggling musicians.
Making the World a Better Place
Yeah, in retrospect, I wish I would’ve leaned over to the hissing woman at the cafe yesterday and quietly said, “Are you aware that your S’s are audible as you read?”
It was a chance to make the world a little better and peaceful. Even the smallest acts, however seemingly insignificant on the surface, matter. I’ll take yesterday as a lil’ lesson and move forward mindful of opportunities to increase awareness and make the world a tad better.