COCKROACHES AFFECTED BY OLD AGE

Another random news clip for me to bang on about!

Scientists have discovered cockroaches get doddery in their old age, just like humans. In the first detailed study of insect ageing, researchers found that the bugs' joints seize up and they have trouble walking up hills. American scientists noticed that cockroaches that survive into old age reduce the time they spend moving around by about 40 per cent.
When the team put the insects on a mini treadmill, adults that had reached the ripe old age of 60 weeks took half as many steps per second as one-week old individuals. Many of the old timers developed a stumbling gait as their front foot caught on their second leg.
Angela Ridgel, who led the study at Case Western Reserve University in Cleveland, Ohio, America, says, "It happens every couple of steps. It does slow them down." The constant tripping happened because the insects' joints had stiffened up. By 65 weeks old, more than 80 per cent of the cockroaches were tripping over themselves. Old cockroaches also did badly at climbing a 45 degree slope. While all the younger insects managed the task, 58 per cent of the older ones failed. (NY Times)

Cockroach Crunch by Perry Estelle

Did you know that a cockroach is one of the most anti-social and aggressive species on the planet? It is also the laziest. It spends three quarters of life wanting a ‘ruck’ and the rest of its time skiving. They even, look like yobs in there pretend leather jackets and with a ‘nare-do–well’ swagger.

Also, a cockroach can squeeze its frame into a hairline crack or the thickness of a small coin.

So then, what you have here, is a violent insect who knows where to hide.

 

The dialogue would be:

“Fancy a fight?”

“Ok, wake me up, in ten.”

Only the other day I answered the door to a six foot cockroach with a machete. He was very abusive and called me names. I wish I had known beforehand a nasty bug was going around. If you hated that joke then you won’t like the rest of this article either.

 

Ahh! Poor roaches! Getting old! What are we humans supposed to do? Whenever my wife sees the little suckers she ages 20 years anyway. Found one the other day. Now, we are told if you find one there are at least 300 in the rest of the colony on your premises. Now, scientist have done a lot of expensive compassionate research on the critters getting aches and pains. I’ll remember that when one drops in my mouth when I’m snoring and starts using my epiglottis as a punchbag.!

Maybe I should make little day care centres out of my young daughter’s doll’s house? Where am I going to find other qualified cockroaches to condust a care role to their species, who have any with free uniforms and meals on duty? What chemist is going to dispense controlled drugs that cockroaches can take orally? Should I paint ‘hundreds and thousands’ sugar candy, with morphine, or let them suck laxative from a Johnson’s baby bud? Imagine the sketch on this:

“Have you been a good boy, Mr Cockroach? Or, do I have to fetch the thimble and tweezers again.”

 

“Do you want me to push you closer to the window,? Hang on, Let me just use my ‘moving and handling’ skills to manoeuvre you on this toy Sylvanian pram. Don’t eat all the whole biscuits. Take some of the broken ones, or I won’t let you phone your daughter before lights out, you ungrateful old bugger.”

My own research bears out that female cockroaches are ‘cows’ and the males are called “Rams.”(Why is it we only do ‘research’ or become interested in things like ‘infestation’ when we are directly affected by such dramas? Before this invasion, I could not care less about cockroaches. Now I care even less!)

The male title of ‘Ram’ conjures up images of a very virile insect. Well, yes and no. They only have to mate with a female once to keep her pregnant for her entire life. What the hell happens if she misses a period! She will be well and truly F......ertilised in that case! (sorry)

But the male does a neat job of fertilisation, presenting the sperm in a sort of ‘giftwrapping’ that is full of tasty protein and nutrients for the prospective Mother to eat. Makes a change from hearing, “Ugggh …it tastes and looks, like bloody glue.”

 Male cockroaches also emit a loud hissing noise during courtship. So do I! It’s called asthma!

Cockroaches give kids asthma, but will keep babies amused for hours. Children over four will spend all the day looking for the remote control.

Here is a specimen of largest cockroach in the world. It is found in South America and is six inches long with a one foot wingspan.

 

If you should ever stumble across one like the above, my advice would be this. If you see this creature, stay calm, walk up to it very slowly, whispering words of reassurance, and then let it share your pizza.

According to recent studies a cockroach would survive 800 times more radiation than humans. Proving that Hiroshima was no answer to the roach problem.

Most flourish in hot, damp regions like Asia, Florida, and the ‘Big Brother’ laundry basket.

In a nuclear holocaust, these robust armour plated pests could carry on, even if one survived a direct hit and had his little head blown off. Experts say, that it will take a week to die, and only then will it die of thirst because the mouth is missing. I don’t understand. The above news flash tells us that they are more worried about getting up stairs or using the Internet.

“I’ve got no head, but I’m more concerned about my joints. Why don’t they make Ralgex in my size?”

 Or,

“Oh, jeepers! There goes another 1000 megaton bomb. Well, never mind that. I can do bombs. It’s my physiotherapist asking me to use the treadmill, I’m dreading. If she knew how they have had to re-write the medical books ‘with my back’. I get numbness and pain all down one side, you know?”

Right. You sleep most of the day. Shag, eat and gang fight, but then end up moaning about having to climb stairs?

Carol: “How was your day, dear husband?”

Colin: “Oh, got into a fight down the pub latrine, as you do. I cornered him up one end. Then I had sex with some cockroach who was quite literally curb-crawling and then I fell asleep in some vomit.”

Carol: “Quiet night, then?”

Apparently, these hardy species have been on the earth for 400 million years. They only for a year, yet you can’t get rid of them? 400 million years ago (It’s funny why these evolutionists just bung the zeros on. Why can’t they say “400 million years ago on a Leap year, not including bank holidays?”)  Curry houses didn’t exist, so where did they live? Did they just say?

“Fancy coming around for bite, Colin?”

“Great idea, Chris. What’s for dinner?”

“Well, I thought we could get a takeaway.”

“Oh, haven’t you got any grub in already?”

“Don’t be silly, I’ve got bugger-all, but some molten lava soup in my dead tree.”

“Can’t we just eat a bit of bark off the walls?”

“No, no I don’t want you eating me out of house and home. Let’s find a Curry house?”

“Don’t talk poop, it’s 400 million years B.C on Ash Wednesday. We won’t get a curry around here.”

“Oh, well fancy something hotter than a Madras, then?”

“Yeah, how about some molten lava soup?”

Now, there are 5000 species of cockroach and they all have six legs enabling them to walk as fast as 3km an hour. Big deal! I have only two legs and can almost manage that.

They have eighteen knees. But they also produce many young in one go so they will come in handy with telling bedtime stories. They also have the added advantage of being able to kneel down readily, should they need to pray or become knighted, play footy and still dribble effectively.

It is virtually impossible to wipe out cockroaches because they are like Jehovah’s Witnesses. Convinced they will survive Armageddon. Irritating, and persistent. Thick-skinned and always trying to get in your house. With eighteen knees they will easily get their foot in the door. One exception must be highlighted. Jehovah’s Witnesses could live much longer than a week without a head, as they have not used their brains for years.

A cockroach with special antennae

You can step on a cockroach and watch a milky splodge, spurt out. It’s fat. It lives off this fat using it as an energy deriving store. So, after one good meal, it can live without food for the rest of its 28 day life. These tough little townies have no concept of time. We can all see how much they have to accomplish in one day and yet, all they want to do is loll about. If I had only a year to live, I would hope to achieve more than just gorging myself on fast food and making love in between naps. On, second thoughts?

One would hope they would get a regular job, or at least get one of their mates to put some ‘feelers’ out.

 

(On the other hand?)

The cockroach can easily digest wood. Making oral sex relatively easy.

Cockroaches are omnivores. This means they will put anything in their mouth. No need to expand on that!

Mr and Mrs Cockroach. Guess who Mr Cockroach is? The clue is in the first four letters of his name.

Did you know that one pair of German cockroaches can give life to millions of young? Where are they going to invade next? (don't mention the war!)

The largest of cockroaches are in the US. No surprise, there!

  

Health and Safety?

Always keep cockroaches at arms length.

www.bugs.healthyfreedomlifestyle.com

So you want a pony?

                                             

By Perry Estelle          

        

As pictured, you can see a horse of course! My daughter owns Rocki. A Welsh cob. Black as your hat. A handsome beast. He is a lovely lad with a ‘kind eye’. There was a magical bond between them as soon as they met. He is a clever boy, but like all horses he has his issues.

Keeping a pony... The issues.

He can spook. But, at the all things you would think were non-spookable. A lorry could rumble pass him and he would not bat an eye. Boy-racers with blaring music, can charge at him and he would barely flinch! A tractor with arms and legs and spikes, rattles and clatter, could thunder up behind him and he would just casually look over his shoulder. A pheasant shooting from a bush nearby squawking, or a dog barking and trying to nip his legs is all in a day’s hack.

What really freaks him out is the most innocent ‘entities’ that most other horses take in their stride.

He will ‘plant’ (stop in his tracks and freeze) if somewhere in the next field there is a bale of hay wrapped in loose polythene and flapping in the breeze. “Is that a mountain lion?” The worst thing liable to make him side-wind into a ditch or oncoming traffic is a carrier bag caught in a thornbush.

“Arrrghh! That sweetie wrapper has teeth!”

Ok, he is a wimp! But we love him. He has become the baby of the family. That is virtually the level of care needed. That beast at a ton and half of unpredictable muscle, is as dependent as a babe in arms. Fact.

What about the cost of that intimate care?

Costs to Keep a Pony

It will cost up to £100 a week to keep your pony. So let’s see what your money buys to get you riding that horse.

Well livery whether you DIY or otherwise is at least £100-£130 or more, a month in the UK unless you know a very generous  horsey friend! There is usually extra ‘turnout and feed ’ charges. 

Hay is up to £7 a bale. Hey, they eat like a horse! Up to 2 bales a week usually.

Feed and supplements. Around £12 a week.

Farrier every 8 weeks £50-70 depending on how good they are.

Chiropractor/Dentist £100 per annum

Vet boosters/worming/insurance/transport £300-£900 a year

Tack £1000 to get started and upkeep (saddle, bridle, whips/lunges/buckets &bins, grooming kit barrow and stable implements)

Then you want to ride? That means weekly instruction at around £35 an hour.

So keeping a pony is a financial commitment as well as aan emotional one.

It’s good to remember too, that your pony will need activity. A bored pony, is a destructive pony! Your new bosom pal will need regular stimulation, by means of physical and mental exercise. If you want to train for events or dressage it means a great deal of constant structure and input.

The Weather

The UK weather particularly can be harsh in the winter. Hacking out in rough elements needs a plucky rider not one that would prefer to stay in bed. Mucking out in the rain is no picnic, either. If you have a problem with the hating the cold and working hard outdoors for hours with no let up, then you have to think seriously about keeping a pony at all. Pony care, is a tough environment but the rewards immense. You will get and keep fit. You will get used to the outdoors and keep healthier, and keeping busy will warm you up.

Conversely, on a hot day, its smelly, sticky work. Drink lots of fluids. You, and the horse.

Pony and You

Let’s forget about the money and  hard graft involved in caring for horse or pony for a minute.

Ok, here are the ‘warts and all’ of keeping a pony.

Having a relationship ties with a horse means an impact on your human ties and the reverse is true. If you have a supportive partner /family who help you with the chores and costs without moaning about it, all, well and good. But if you are about to embark on a romantic interlude and your latest conquest is either indifferent or even jealous? You may have to choose between your new pony,  or, new love. Are you strong enough to deal with that? Believe me when all your mates want to go to a club or a pub, and you are broke because you had to pay for your livery, and there is nobody else to muck your horse out, be prepared to lose a chunk of social life.

Pony comes first every time! Or, forget getting one right now!

You will become that creature’s, Mum, Dad , sister, brother and teddybear. Never forget that!

24-7!!!

What do you want more? Nightclub, or Pony Club?

It’s that simple. Or, difficult depending on your priorities.

It takes a heap of energy to keep a pony.

Your pony will know if you are exhausted, hung-over, listless or plain bored. Pony will pick up on your lethargy and not respond to you. If you are grumpy. He will be grumpy. On the other hand, if you are feeling refreshed and vital and fully in charge, with vim and vigour, pony will think....

“Wow, my master is so full of energy. That makes me feel so full of energy. That is so cool!!“

A pony is like a radar system for your moods. Imagine. They are a pack animal. They think you are the herd alpha pony. They constantly look for signs and clues from you through eye contact and body language. These beasts needs these signals in the wild, so not to be separated from the rest of the herd, and to be aware of dangerous predators.  A pony will give you the hardest time if you are not in the right frame of mind.

Horses need cohesion. Bondship. They connect with your psyche. They tap into your thought patterns. Yep, they are not that dumb as we humans think!

Also, pony needs to know who is boss. He will respond with familiar voice commands and praise. But he will push his luck and if you let him get away with the smallest naughty action... he will exploit that sign of weakness from you. Dominate your horse or be dominated. There are traditional, rather cruel ways to do this, which I do not advise. To the contrary, there are many more effective ways, or holistic approaches to discipline your pony.

Rewards are better than violence. Ponies respond better to kindness than the whip but you must be firm and not give in at any stage to bad behaviour. Find out what motivates your horse without necessarily thrashing him. Horse instruction methods, like Parelli, for obedience are like fun party games for the horse to get him motivated and his brain sharp. Here is a link

www.parellinaturalhorsetraining.com

What do you and your Pony want from each other..ultimately!

The real area of deeper thought is what it is, you and your pony plan to do together? To find this out and come up with a progressive day to day routine will need you to discover what your Pony is up for. Get all the information you can from the previous owner on the horses strengths and weaknesses. Look at the skills you could exploit that you both have. A horse instructor will trial your horse and give you sound advice.

The Yard

If you have to stable your horse then its home is very important. Scout the yards locally and do some tours of them. Talk to the proprietor check out if there are proper health and safety measures in place. Observe the horses and get feedback from the owners. Is it a happy yard? If you talk to owners who moan about the place, be wary. Find out about facilities and resources available. Do they grow or buy in hay? Is there an outdoor and indoor school? Is it floodlit? What are the conditions and how much better the advantages? Do they ‘turn out’ (take the horse to the fields in the morning), if so, what does that cost extra? Are the fields big enough and fencing sound? Who is the farrier? Is there any other services available? Are they affiliated with any other riding organisations? Check their website. Have they a loo or rest facilities? Is there events held, or a pony club timetable? What about a rug-cleaning operation? Is rubber matting included? Is there parking, a place to park your box or trailer, if you have one? Do they have hacking options nearby? Is the stable clean and in good repair? North or South facing? (Is driving rain or snow going to fill the stable?) What about worming? Do they take regularly take soil samples to check for worms?

These are some of the questions you must ask when searching for an ideal home for your pony. 

The Rewards

OK you have the information. This is just an opinion. Talk to other horse owners far more knowledgeable than I. You will hear conflicting advice so be discretionary as lots of people think they know better than the experts. Read about equine health preventative strategies. There are a lot of valuable titbits you can glean from your vet. The farrier. The Internet.

A pony, when it trusts you completely will give you many times the pleasure you could wish for, whether you want to train it to event, or if you simply just want the animals companionship. There is no other bond you could feel that gives the same excitement and learning experiences. By owning your pony it will open many doors for you.  Equine interest is almost a religion. The enthusiasm for it is immense and worldwide. It can carry your future to great heights.

My daughter wants to be a ‘horse whisperer’ and is learning the Parelli’ Natural horsemanship games. She is a Monty Roberts believer. But the opportunities are a constant, and whether you want to be a horse vet, or a horse psychologist, trainer, jockey, groom, yard owner, ‘eventer’, dressage coach, or join the mounted Police or Queens Guard the world is your oyster!

On  the other hand, you may just want a four-legged friend. But whatever you do, be safe and keep your pony safe.

Happy hacking!

www.animal.healthyfreedomlifestyle.com

 

By Perry Estelle, June 14, 2011 10:51 pm

Perry’s Dream Surgery

“Dwarves and Cyclops”

Here continues your related dreams and my personal overview. I have been studying dreams for 20 years and helped many people understand the inner self and subconscious mind by re-living the dream right here, right now. I cannot guarantee you any life-changing manifestations to exceed all your hopes and dreams. But guess what? You can…
“This dream has been with me a lot. Usually, after I have a rough day at work!” Beth UK

Perry’s Dream Surgery

“I’m with my brother and we are about 12 years old in some kind of abandoned mine. It’s muddy. My brother is pleading for us to go home. There is a ramshackle ghetto of shacks and outbuildings. There are black plumes of smoke coming from rigs that twist into the air.

Ear-splitting sawing /industrial drilling/hammering noises deafen me. There is a huge old crane with a giant anvil dangling from it. It’s spinning on the jib which creaks and sways. There are heavily soiled grey figures working at noisy clanking machines. I see sparks jumping from electric saws and the smelting of steel. They wear black goggles (like welders wear) and are busy almost robotically using hammers and pouring molten metal into jigs.

We start to explore and jump into this rubble wagon that is like a roller coaster ride. It takes us through an entrance to a cave. It is the inside of a mountain where hundreds of dwarves, carrying shoulder baskets mindlessly come to and fro. One drops his basket and is punished with a spiked club. Ball bearings roll out and the dwarf tries to recover. They are being watched by Cyclops. We get in and peer inside hiding among cracks in the rock face. There is a massive forge with dwarves working the bellows and heating up what look like ball bearings about the size of golf balls. I disturb a loose rock and a grey man sees me looking through the window and takes off his goggles . He has no eyes. Just steel balls in the sockets.

Perry’s Dream Surgery

All the time my brother is begging me to give ourselves up. I refuse to listen.

The dwarves also spot us and give chase. We are running through a foot of mud but they are carried by the anvil on the crane and they sit on it cackling as it swoops towards me. They are about to drop the anvil and just in time we jump back into our rubble wagon and escape. We run out of track and the wagon leaves the rails and starts to fly. The wagon turns into a flying car and we spend the journey looking at the Seven Wonders of the World. Gizeh and the Great Wall of China etc. Then the car speeds up and shoots towards outer space and the car enters a sort of wormhole and the speedometer turns into a clock and DVD showing what my life will be in the future. It divides into a dual/split screen and the clock whizzes through the days months and years and then from past to present and future. They pictures showcase my life and there are around with pictures of me getting older and older and foraging for food in bins, unkempt and sick. On the other side of the screen I’m on a Caribbean cruise and driving beautiful cars and living in mansions. Then the car exits the tunnel and it explodes and evaporates and I find myself falling through the air, and I end up back at the beginning of the dream up to my knees in mud. My brother greets me and says “Please can we go home?.”

This is a complex example but let’s look at the images. It’s not all doom and gloom and better hopes and aspirations to be found is out there.
The Environment: Mud, or trudging through it, means ‘feeling bogged down’. Mud symbolises Mother Earth too so it may be nature’s way of telling you to go ‘back to basics’ and stop complicating your life.
Machinery: Industrial imagery of heavy machinery indicates ‘a grind’. Life is boring. You want to get out of a dull routine. It’s relentless and its just like all your decisions have been made for you by other people. You need a change. Aspects of your life are too mechanical. You crave spontaneity.
Crane with anvil: The crane is potentially what will crush you. There is a huge crane in your life that towers over you in a threatening way. Something so big in your life that threatens or intimidates that seems too big to run away from, right now but you will overpower this huge obstacle with a little faith.
Shacks and sheds: This is where you feel vulnerable being ‘left outside’. Yet, in a way you are glad you are not imprisoned like the rest of the slaves tied to their machines. You can see past the tedium. You have hope.
Grey man in goggles: These are the people you do not want to be. They are blinkered. Without eyes. Just cold steel orbs instead stuck in their sockets. Significantly, you see the whole of industry and being wage slaves as a way to blind us. You are frightened of ‘losing sight’ of your real goals’ and loathe mediocrity.
The Dwarves: These represent the part of you as taking responsibility for how you really feel and what you really want. The parts of your life that you wrongly think seem small and insignificant are in fact the key to open many doors for you. Listen to your heart. You have contributed to your life and the lives of others in many ways. You see yourself as a tiny cog in a big wheel. Time to jam that wheel, and ‘put your spoke in’. The dwarves were all the times you doubted yourself. Doubts start of small and become huge if you let them. Remember the dwarf that dropped the basket? That doubt was pointless. The steel balls served no purpose. They did not restore sight to those blinded by mediocrity. It just turned them into robots. You are not an automaton. You are unique. You are all-seeing, and not like the others.
The Cyclops: Is your fear. Giant abominations that browbeat you every time things go wrong. The classic beast has only one eye. It sees only one dimension. That is what fear does. It tries to rule the subconscious and make you believe only one side of the story. Time to combat fear, and open both your eyes and follow your dream. If the Dwarf (doubt) wasn’t there your fear (Cyclops) would never exist or bother you again. Confront the dwarves and banish the Cyclops. In your dream you tried to run away from your doubts and they follow you. In your dream you escape for a while. Just one more inch of confidence will break the cycle. You can be whatever you want and create your new life. A dwarf is too small to hurt you. A Cyclops too visually impaired. Fear is the cousin of blind panic. Doubt is the thief of good ideas and your natural creativity.
The Flying car: Enables you to see what you have been missing. That there is a whole wide world out there that is just waiting for you to enjoy it.
Your brother: You love him so very much but he has always held you back. Trying to keep you safe, like all good brothers. But he cannot live your life. You need to take those risks by yourself to break the cycle. Only you can do that. He will understand that you deserve your new beginning.
Outcome: You don’t need to go back to the mud in your life. The car dashboard showed you your choices. You have wonderful options. Shift your thinking and believe in your success. Take nothing less from your unique existence. Your good health, freedom, abundance and prosperity starts today. Soon you will have the lifestyle you really want if you shift your thinking.
All you have to do is just a few baby steps to break the cycle starting with believing in yourself and get real control of your life back.
You see, this dream is your wake up call. There are so many blind followers of the ‘system’ out there. You have had your eyes opened. You know you can achieve anything you want. Don’t let this dream stop you. To the contrary let it inspire you now, and for the rest of your life.
Sweet dreams
Perry
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Disclaimer: All the information provided here is not based on scientific fact and for entertainment purposes only.

Laughter is the Best Medicine

 

By Perry Estelle, June 12, 2011 9:10 pm

 

Healing Laughter and the Law of Attraction

Yes, apparently a surge of wonderful health giving hormones are released into our bodies when we laugh.

It’s true! A good ribtickling, thighslapping laugh is better than a prescription anytime of the day.

So why don’t we laugh more often? Is it that our busy routine leaves little enough fodder for giggles? Do we worry more than is good for us?
Well, we all know that stress is a killer. We all know that by the time we realise we are stressed it is quite often too late and the damage is already done. What if we are not happy enough to appreciate laughter? Hate the job, or the same old same old?
Well, here is the secret to enjoying better health by laughing, even if it is at adversity. I don’t mean not taking life seriously. But what we feed our mind on creates our mood! Do happy people not have worry too? Of course they do, but they deal with it a lot better with a spring in their step, instead of those who might shuffle through life moaning about everything. What is going on here is what I like to call ‘wet blanket’ syndrome. Isn’t the person who is the most miserable the sort of person you most want to avoid, especially if you feel a bit gloomy? So, basically we hate negativity! How much better do we feel when somebody has given us a smile for no other reason than to let the sunshine into our day.
It’s true to say positive people get positive results and grumpy people stay down in the dumps. Sound harsh? We all get low sometimes but usually it takes only one tiny ’spark’ of positive energy to jumpstart you out of the grouches. If you are grumpy let’s fix it now before we all cross the street when we see you! What about the good stuff? How can we grow and keep positive?

The best way to grow positivity is to turn your mind into an energy ‘greenhouse’ and shift thinking?

IMAGINE EACH THOUGHT A SEED.

Your mind is a potting shed. You place your thought into a fertile environment. You already have a growth hormone in your mind to encourage your thought to grow. You nourish the thought with TLC. You nurture it and you see it grow and become a real, living, breathing entity. A beautifully hatched plan planted right in front of your eyes from one tiny seed. You water it daily. Its goes from strength to strength. It continues to take root and flower. Soon it becomes a real prizewinner!

So if you feed your mind on learning and growing and taking positive steps to procure your dream it will vigorously take hold and need to be re-planted outside you mind. It is ready for the garden (the cosmos) to flourish and be pollinated by nature to create more ‘thought seeds’.

At this point I would strongly recommend reading the book or watching the animation “The Man that Planted the Trees” By Jean Giorno. A beautiful tale about one man’s dream that changes the world by one simple repetitive act a day.

Another thing to help your dream grow is to be generous. Look at the good in everybody. Do something special for a person who will cherish your kindness.

Make a list of 6 positive things to do in the day.

3 items on that list should include something good you can do for somebody, or a variety of people. A kind memo. A planned treat. A gift. A donation. A phonecall. A word of congratulation or appreciation from you. Make sure as far as possible to complete your ‘to do’ list.

Feel your sense of triumph and the pleasure in the consideration of others.

The Law of Attraction is a Natural law of the Universe. It’s about making a shift in your thinking. Let everything you ever want come to you, by learning how to live the dream through thinking yourself, right into your dream and that is when your belief DNA will ‘kick in’ and you start to live that dream of yours.
A sculptor chips away at an ugly shapeless and stubborn rock, to re-create it, to re-define it, into something breathtaking and exquisite. We must sculpt our ‘thinking’ and re-define it in the same way. It is only as painstaking as we want it to be. You are the only person who can re-create yourself at your own speed and level. It can be only as easy as you want to make it.
The Secret is:
Think and live now like you already have what you want in your ‘minds-eye’ and that it is taken forgranted and all you desire will bear fruit in your life. Your success is an inevitability! That you can, and will, acquire anything you want financially, physically, emotionally and spiritually soon?
Everything is energy. That’s why we don’t fall off the planet when it spins around. Your hairdryer, or car. Your computer. Your own life runs on energy.
How much of us waste energy spending our lives never getting what we want. Why is that?
It is what you think about! Energy is positive and negative. That is what your mind runs on too.
Experts say that one positive thought is 30 times more powerful than a negative thought. But like that car that needs a ‘bumpstart’ to get going, it requires more effort to break the inertia, unlike negative thoughts that languish in your head. But with a push in the right direction your life will roar into action and there will not be any stopping you. A positive thought requires the right ‘charge’. It requires your determination and a little fight. It takes the path less travelled. A negative thought yields to the path of least resistance. It sloshes around in your head useless and not fit for purpose. It is ‘earth’ it does not want you to leap into life. Fight negativity for all you are worth and watch you turn that once lifeless car of despair into a throbbing powerful supercar that turns onto the highway to success.
Are you a positive or a thinker? Which way do you want to throw the switch when life conspires against you?
Yes, your thoughts become reality. It’s your mindset that determines what you really want out of life. So laugh and smile and watch your dreams grow into reality!
I’m Perry Estelle, and I hope you enjoyed my sketch on things. It’s been a pleasure writing to you. It was on my ‘list’ to do something for you! Keep smiling and keep well!
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Obesity: The Food Giants and Keeping a Healthy Freedom Lifestyle.

No doubt, we live in a society where obesity has become an ‘ever-growing’ problem. People assume that ‘size challenged’ individuals, are cheery, beaming flush-cheeked folk who are inwardly content. (Well no surprise there if you have just eaten more than you can lift.) That being obese is fun, and ‘Big is Beautiful’. Woman with a chunk on them particularly, find it sexier, and a percentage of men prefer more than the voluptuous figure. In a recent poll, 75% five percent of all men preferred to have sex with a large woman than her boney counterpart.

The fuller figure has created great fashion chain-stores like, ‘Size Up’, ‘Evans’ and Mr Big. Unfortunately, because of the liberal left wing politics of this government it is sending out mixed messages. On the one hand, they are saying not to discriminate against fat people, and then they market their manifestos to shock people with health scares and school dinner horror stories. Headlines abound with diabetics aged 4 years old. DVT in seven year olds. Blaming parents for poisoning their kids, when all the time they enjoy revenue from our taxed shopping. Trying to enforce smokers to be withheld lifesaving medical care, because of their self neglect, calling it ‘priority assignation’ but still for the likes of Blair and Cameron, obliviously, quite happy to fritter away our hard earned tax ‘food and fag’ tax paying for illegal wars and shutting down hospital wards.

Hey, don’t get me started , right?

You don’t have be a genius to work out that if you smoke 20 cigarettes a day for 30 years, it is probable, the tax alone on your habit would pay for your next three heart bypasses, a nebulizer, and angioplasties, for all the kids. Thanks Mr Cameron. Now we have huge ‘reforms’ it’s just a shame you don’t use such punitive measures on the food giants who are poisoning the population with toxic crap.

The thing about fat…
It’s sweet tasting. If you went home and took everything with fat in it, out of your fridge and larder, you would be left with the most bland and uninteresting food. I have met hardened vegetarians that weaken and drool, at the smell of cooking bacon. Raw flesh being grilled and dripping with fat.
As a child I loved the ‘pork crackling’ off, the Sunday pork roast. Eating it, by the strip, one after the other. In the last War kids were brought up on ‘dripping’ on bread. Or, pure animal fat. It’s delicious. They grew up like weeds, strong and healthy. Ok, some kids got ‘rickets’ because of a lack of vitamin C. But you rarely saw a fat kkid. Now it’s a scarcity to see a thin kid. Two World Wars were fought on ‘bully beef’ and flour dumplings. People didn’t have the variety of maladies in those days associated with cardio vascular disease, or PMT as we do today. People used to have babies while out ‘hopping’. Not an exercise you see many overindulged pregnant mothers do much these days. They never had epidurals. One look at a pair of forceps was enough to start dilation.

Women Pre & Postwar and What Has Changed
Women are tough. Back in the good old blitz years they were tougher! They worked mangles on a Monday and stirred homemade jam the rest of the day. My Mum used the same pan to boil up her ‘whites’ too, which to be frank, does not bear thinking about now. They didn’t have a microwave. They had to dig up the vegetables from the garden for each day. They never went to an antenatal class. They were too busy in the munitions factory or learning how to find their children in piles of smoking rubble. They made their own clothes and climbed up slag heaps for winter fuel. They made tripe and cowheels taste like venison.

Woman today spend half their lives avoiding any obligation to males. Men are obsolete and more and more women have no use for them. They have won the battle of the sexes. All they have to fight for now is their complex fashion needs, brought about all too often, by having their own money to spend.
Women are sucked in by other women, who spend up to £5 on a magazine telling you what to waste your money on next.

Cosmetic surgery was unheard of when I was brought up in the fifties. Not much point when you had polio or rickets. We had clothes that were ‘hand me downs’ or from next doors house that you had to ‘grow into’. This meant walking about looking like E.T in a potato sack tied in the middle until we were 23 years of age or, until the sleeves and trouser hems could not be let down any more. Leaving a series of white lined creases at intervals, all the way up your arms and legs, that wouldn’t iron out.
I remember my Mum rushing out into the street fighting over the horse droppings from the ‘rag and bone’ man’s horse, that hit the ground smoking, and were dug into the roses or the seed potatoes before it had a chance to cool.

I also recall my Mothers beautiful Dundee cake and shortbread. She made her own toffee, icecream and flapjack. Houmous? What the hell was that?

What has happened to the female of the species? My Mum used to bike for miles with my twin sister and each side of her back wheel, and counterbalancing bags of shopping hanging from the handlebars. She had a body to die for, but never saw the inside of gym or slurped on ‘Slimfast’ drinks. She got fit looking after her family, bringing them up on chicken pie and Monopoly. Most mothers today swap their ‘Cluedo’ for soppy DVD’s or the latest soap opera.

My Mother lived by carbolic. Washboards. TCP Germolene. Vick Chest rub. Vosene. Epsom Salts. Calamine lotion and cardboard from Kellogg Boxes for insoles in my school shoes.

Fat is not the culprit. The Dr Atkins diet proves this. If you eat all fat and protein, and no ‘carbs’ you will lose weight very rapidly, because the metabolism is ‘fooled’ into thinking it has to break down fats more quickly if that is all they need to deal with. All our organs are designed to do this. Break down fats. Our digestion is not sufficiently evolved to degrade wheat or potatoes. They have only been with us the last few thousand years. Apart from all the other ‘junk food’ that we choke our arteries. Sugars and solvents manufactured to eat the enamel off your teeth and rot our guts, we have ‘preservatives that do what they claim and ‘preserve’ themselves, inside our bodies causing cancer and toxin intolerance. They are insolubleand highly poisonous.

God knows what the next generation will consume to make us sterile as a civilization.

Preservatives will make us become extinct. Do we want that?
It’s the additives in food that cause all the health problems today that we never used to hear about. Think about it. Foodstuffs, in particular meats are shipped over here from far away places. Then left for days in ‘chillers’ countrywide. Handled onto lorries, and then off again into and onto our superstore shelves. A whole fortnight or maybe longer, goes by, before it reaches our table. In the old days, you just went to the greengrocer for prime fresh meat or vegetables produced locally.
Everybody raves about the ‘organic’ revolution, but it existed only four decades ago before we ever had the supermarket giants that sit in airplane hangers, on the periphery of our towns and cities like seething cancer masses, eating up the small traders with our obese population shuffling around, jamming their overpriced crap into the cart with the car parked as close to the exit as possible to avoid any beads of sweat.

We have to be educated about food by the government. We are blinded and confused by what good and bad for you. So many, brands and products to choose from. Food gurus have to sell you a book before you find out what will be nutritious or deadly. I really believe that all the population should be forced to forage for food, and boycott larger stores, just one day a week. The larger chains should be forced to close at weekends to allow high street owners to boost their businesses. As an act of goodwill on the part of the bigger stores.

Non fat products still have lots of calories. Food companies are duping us. So are the so-called food experts. I bet they sneak out and eat a Mars bar hiding in the janitor’s cupboard or something.
Notice how your local big Tesco is laid out. The four shopping ‘essentials’ are at each corner of the store making you walk through it at each vantage point. No wonder I am the size of a Canadian province.

Social services have promised to take your kids away if they become dangerously overweight. The diet you give them may not be in ‘the child’s best interests’ if they continue to eat unhealthily. Will they become paranoid about what they eat, causing further eating disorders?
It’s better to eat what you like but in moderation. Why Not?? Boycott the Food Giants every other week. You will be surprised what bargains you can get off the side of the road or at a Farmers market.
Eat Better Feel better and enjoy taste without flavour enhancers or ‘extract of’ products full of refined sugar and salts.

Take a ride out on Sunday and track down some veggie roadstalls or a real butcher. Buy free range meat that isn’t pumped full of anti-biotics, or re-constituted or ‘modified’ in some way.

I threw up watching turkey twizzlers being made. That’s right. Don’t ask!

Tip when buying a chicken from any supermarket: If the heels are yellowy brown. They were grown too fat too quickly for their bones to weight bear and the ‘burns’ on the heel are from sitting in urine because they cannot stand for very long. Fact.

Do yourself a favor. Don’t depend on a supermarket for your food. They don’t care how that food got on the shelf or how long it took to be there. They will make £400% profit on a chicken that was killed within 6 weeks of its life, where the farmer made pennies. Do you know what Sainsbury pays a farmer for one lamb? £18.50 a carcass. It cost that in feed to raise it!! No wonder we don’t produce anything in this country anymore!

Why does a parsnip have to come from Poland? How long is that parsnip on the road for? Think about it. Ban the supermarkets and help your local traders put food on your table and their own. Who wants to see this government put another 3000 grocery and butcher shops out of businesses in the UK this year? Some that have been a family tradition for centuries.

Let's not kill off the High Street through a lack of imagination on our part.

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