Middle Age Musings
A list of random things that pop in my noggin.
I have some thoughts rattling around in my head that are longer than a social media posts, but not worthy of anything approaching what I’d consider an essay.
Thus, this post, which I’ll update when applicable with new stuff rising to the surface. Enjoy!
Hair! Not the Musical…
I really can’t complain because I have a full set of hair and based on my lineage it’s probably there for the long haul. But my inability to grow a beard at 55, but the fact that I could now harvest hair from nose and ears is both disappointing and gross.
Debbie Does Diets
Health & Wellness really isn’t part of my burgeoning “brand” that’s blowing up here. But, because I always want to help people I thought I’d share this dietary tip.
Like many, I have high cholesterol. Beyond the prescribed daily medication, my doctor told me that changes in diet can also help. Doing my own research, I discovered that oatmeal is what they call a super food that fights cholesterol.
I’ve never liked oatmeal, but I ran across these at the grocery store and I have to admit that they are pretty good for something that’s so good for you!
And as a bonus this isn’t processed, corporate food. It’s clear from the logo that they come from the oatmeal farm of Debbie’s family. Much like the Wendy’s clan. Because of that, you might not be able to find at your local market, but keep an eye out.
Again, health/wellness is not my traditional lane, but I always want to do my part for the greater good.
You’re welcome!
Bio Diversity
Lots of us have bios out there. I have them on all my social media channels (the ones I’m keeping at least) and they range from professional (LinkedIn, and my Behance profile) to fun to a mix of both, like on this Substack.
But, how much do we really learn about someone from these highly-curated, character-count limited bios? And what about the quirky and mildly embarrassing stuff that far fewer people know?
Well, I plan on sharing that kind of stuff here. Not the super personal and potentially criminal stuff — like where the shallow graves are, but the other unique stuff. As with this whole post, I’ll update as things come to mind.
I Like Bubble Baths and I Can’t Deny It!
I shouldn’t care, but, there’s something unmanly about men taking baths. Or at least I perceive there is. I’m not sure why I do, but it’s been since an early age. When I was a in grade school in Kentucky we lived in a place that only had a shower. But, it did have a lip that was probably four inches high and I remember laying in it, which was odd.
It’s not like I don’t take showers. Especially if I’m dirty, sweaty, etc. I don’t go and work in the yard, get muddy, and go jump in a bath. But, if I’ve just been living life for a few days, I’m taking a bubble bath.
I find it relaxing, and it’s a time that I earmarked to think about random shit (same with mowing the yard) and can guarantee I came up with this bath thing while in the tub.
Two related bio points.
First, know that I like puns. To a fault. In all of my professional writing career (journalism/advertising) I’ve gone overboard with them. I’ve always had to get a gut check from colleagues on if they are actually good, so bad they’re good, or really just bad. I would put the “can’t deny it” pun in the subhead in the really bad category. The second point is that I do not like big butts. Nothing against those with them, or those that love them, but not a thing I’m into.
Animals Everywhere
I’ve had a decent number of different kinds of pets over the years — especially as a kid. Beyond the usual cats and dogs I’ve had frogs (Leopard, Bull), turtles (Painted, Slider, Map, Soft Shell, Snapping, Musk, Box), toads, aquarium fish, Koy, newts, salamanders, Hermit Crabs, Garter Snakes, a baby Alligator, Hamsters, frog, rabbits, mice, pigeons, Praying Mantis, lots of bugs, and probably a few others I’m forgetting.
It’s nothing crazy, but probably more than most.
Oddly, when I lived in Kentucky and Louisiana as a kid I was around poisonous snakes quite a lot and had no problem with it. In fact, I was actively looking for (but not touching) them. Something happened when I moved to Michigan as a teen and I became pretty damn scared of snakes in general. Could I even hold a garter snake now?
Maybe, but I’d be a bit freaked out.