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What a difference a day makes.
Sam Groth, an unseeded player from Australia, was last seen on the courts at Wimbledon in his traditional tennis whites. Nothing to mar the surface except the brand logo.
It is a different story today during his headline match on centre court with Roger Federer.
Those last-minute sponsorships can earn a player $50,000 a pop.
When you add that to his projected winnings for losing in the third round — it looks that way at this point — Groth could walk away a Wimbledon ‘loser’ with close to a quarter of a million US dollars.
A good week.
I’ve never gotten involved in the online debate about whether or not to vaccinate children. Since I don’t have kids, I figured I would stay out of that fight (although I vaccinate my dog, so we can probably guess where I might land).
I have to wonder, though, if this TV commercial is making the back-and-forth even more heated…
Not only vaccinate your kids but re-vaccinate in their teens? The anti-vax crowd must be foaming at the mouth. But the ad’s emotional argument is effective.
Once again — staying out of it.
One of the first things I saw on television this morning was the commercial featuring “Mr. Hyperbole” Terry Bradshaw promoting the vaccine for shingles:
Since I have had the misfortune to have shingles twice at an unusually young age, I feel like I need to speak up — to confirm that what he’s saying is true (because his style of delivery can sometimes appear false).
Shingles is a bitch, pure and simple.
You have a horrible, itchy rash on your skin, just as Terry described. But what makes it 10 times worse is that the pain runs far deeper. It’s like your internal organs are on fire, and your muscles ache — all at the same time. And you have the rash to deal with, too.
Quite simply, you are miserable.
I had my first case of shingles in my 20’s on my back, which is a fairly classic presentation. It made breathing almost impossible. In my early 40’s, it reappeared on my shin, which is so unusual, it took ER doctors two days and a ridiculous amount of testing to diagnose. I had phantom leg pain from that case of shingles for almost two years.
I wouldn’t wish shingles on my worse enemy, so if your doctor recommends the vaccine, give it serious consideration.
Terry and I aren’t lying.
I don’t eat much fast food, and it’s not because I’m a health nut.
Far from it.
It’s just my favorite fast food restaurant, Taco Bell, isn’t in my neighborhood…thank goodness.
Why is the Bell my fav?
Well, I’ve never liked hamburgers, so that eliminates most other chains. Mexican food I love.
And after seeing this sign, I appreciate the Bell even more. Chalupas and a sense of humor?
Where do I sign up?
Trash day is tomorrow here in NYC — heck , we have it three days a week — so the garbage bags were lining the streets during my evening walk with Rory.
In my neighborhood most of the bags are Mint-X brand, advertised to be rodent-repellent…which got me thinking —
What do mice have against mint?
Is it poisonous to them? Does it make them sick? Will it irritate their creepy rodent skin?
Nope. They simply don’t like the smell.
Well, la te da. Sorry to offend the disease-carrying little critters.
If only one person said it, I would shrug it off. But it’s become a thing.
What makes it especially weird is that I hate hand lotion. Never use it. And I’m not doing anything to pamper them.
So what gives?
Well, I started paying attention of late, and have decided that the one substance that comes in contact with my hands several times a day may be the reason:
I wash my hands so many times a day because I’m feeding the dog and medicating the dog and cleaning up after his various and sundry bodily functions.
It’s like a TV commercial from the 50’s.
But then again, they are that soft.