Random Comments (RH)

[AbbyTC]

isn't that the common honeybee?

I don't think so.  They've placed 7 yellow faced bee species on the list; they only live in Hawaii.  They are thinking about putting on the rusty patched bumble bee that resides in the continental US on the list. 

http://www.cbsnews.com/news/hawaiis-only-native-bees-placed-on-endangered-species-list/

[The Troll]

isn't that the common honeybee?

  My honey bees never had  yellow faces.     I never saw a yellow face bee.     

[libby]

Bumble bees visit my front yard -- they like the lavender. I worry about them --- because my neighbor uses some kind of spray to get rid of ants.  I see all kinds of little critters.  Lizards, big and small, sunbathe on my front steps. It has rained for at least a week, but this afternoon was finally dry, so I expect to see all my little visitors, including butterflies.

[libby]

I think I have a brain cloud. . . It's terminal. I go to the doctor tomorrow. . .

Not sure whether you're joking or ? Hope you're OK. I've been wondering why you've not been posting as much as usual.

[Locutus]

He's kidding. 

[libby]

Thanks. Problem is, I could say something similar right now and mean it.

[Locutus]

  That's not good. 

[libby]

  That's not good. 

I was feeling sorry for myself because of something that's been going on for a while, which I have little to no control over. I'm an optimist and can talk myself out of moods, but sometimes, like one of my little nieces said, I have to cry to make it feel better. And I did, and then took my car to get it inspected (here in Northern VA we have to get a state inspection once a year and my sticker expired the last day of September). There was a long line so I had to wait awhile, and there's nothing like hanging around a very busy filling station with mostly men to clear the blues. 

[AbbyTC]

  I was feeling sorry for myself because of something that's been going on for a while, which I have little to no control over. I'm an optimist and can talk myself out of moods, but sometimes, like one of my little nieces said, I have to cry to make it feel better. And I did, and then took my car to get it inspected (here in Northern VA we have to get a state inspection once a year and my sticker expired the last day of September). There was a long line so I had to wait awhile, and there's nothing like hanging around a very busy filling station with mostly men to clear the blues. 

Nothing wrong with a good cry.  I find when I'm stressed about something a good cry helps immensely.  Afterward, my brain is clearer and I'm ready to handle whatever it is.  Here's what I found in an article about emotional tears:  "Scientists have discovered that the chemical composition of emotional tears differs from those caused by external stimuli such as slicing onions. Emotional tears contain higher levels of certain stress hormones such as adrenocorticotropic hormone, prolactin and the painkiller leucine enkephalin. Adrenocorticotropic hormone and prolactin levels rise with stress. Emotional tears also contain more manganese than those from irritants, and manganese helps regulate mood. Chronically depressed people often have high levels of manganese in their systems."

Hope you're doing better now. 

[Purplelady1040]

  I was feeling sorry for myself because of something that's been going on for a while, which I have little to no control over. I'm an optimist and can talk myself out of moods, but sometimes, like one of my little nieces said, I have to cry to make it feel better. And I did, and then took my car to get it inspected (here in Northern VA we have to get a state inspection once a year and my sticker expired the last day of September). There was a long line so I had to wait awhile, and there's nothing like hanging around a very busy filling station with mostly men to clear the blues. 

Everyone has to have a good cry every now and then. It is a healthy emotion.

[libby]

Everyone has to have a good cry every now and then. It is a healthy emotion.

Nothing wrong with a good cry.  I find when I'm stressed about something a good cry helps immensely.  Afterward, my brain is clearer and I'm ready to handle whatever it is.  Here's what I found in an article about emotional tears:  "Scientists have discovered that the chemical composition of emotional tears differs from those caused by external stimuli such as slicing onions. Emotional tears contain higher levels of certain stress hormones such as adrenocorticotropic hormone, prolactin and the painkiller leucine enkephalin. Adrenocorticotropic hormone and prolactin levels rise with stress. Emotional tears also contain more manganese than those from irritants, and manganese helps regulate mood. Chronically depressed people often have high levels of manganese in their systems."

Hope you're doing better now. 

Thanks and a hug to both of you.  Abby, the article about the science of emotional tears is great.

[Purplelady1040]

Thanks and a hug to both of you.  Abby, the article about the science of emotional tears is great.

Hope you are better

[The Troll]

  I was feeling sorry for myself because of something that's been going on for a while, which I have little to no control over. I'm an optimist and can talk myself out of moods, but sometimes, like one of my little nieces said, I have to cry to make it feel better. And I did, and then took my car to get it inspected (here in Northern VA we have to get a state inspection once a year and my sticker expired the last day of September). There was a long line so I had to wait awhile, and there's nothing like hanging around a very busy filling station with mostly men to clear the blues. 

  I cried a lot when Indiana had an auto inspection.  I found a filling station operation who would take a $10 tip and you passed the inspection automatically.  The state OKed inspection locations were so crooked the state did away with this stupid inspection con-game.   

[AbbyTC]

Thanks and a hug to both of you.  Abby, the article about the science of emotional tears is great.

Did you have a good cry?  Hope you're feeling better. 

[me]

While walking down the street one day, a presidential candidate was tragically hit by a car and died.
Her soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the entrance.
"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem. We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."
"No problem, just let me in," says the politician.
"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from the higher ups. What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven. Then you can choose where to spend eternity."
"Really?, I've made up my mind. I want to be in heaven," says the politician.
"I'm sorry, but we have our rules."
And with that, St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to hell.
The doors open and she finds herself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all her friends and other politicians who had worked with her.
Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet her, shake her hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They then dined on lobster, caviar and the finest champagne.
Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who is having a good time dancing and telling jokes.
They are all having such a good time that before the politician realizes it, it is time to go.
Everyone gives her a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises.
The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens in heaven where St. Peter is waiting for her, "Now it's time to visit heaven..."
So, 24 hours passed with the politician joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing. They have a good time and, before she realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.
"Well, then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."
The politician reflects for a minute, then she answers: "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."
So St. Peter escorts her to the elevator and she goes down, down, down to hell...
Now the doors of the elevator open and she's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste and garbage. She sees all her friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls to the ground.
The devil comes over to her and puts his arm around her shoulders.
"I don't understand," stammers the politician. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable. What happened?"
The devil smiles at her and says,
"Yesterday we were campaigning, Today, you voted."