PURSE PURSUIT

Written by Marsha Jordan


PURSE PURSUIT

I know women (my older sister for one) who suffer from multiple "purse"inality. They have a different purse to go with every outfit inrepparttar closet. Not me. I'm a one-purse woman. When I get a new purse, I use it tillrepparttar 118291 straps fall off; so it's essential that I find exactlyrepparttar 118292 RIGHT purse -- and that is no easy task. As a modern grandma onrepparttar 118293 go, I basically live in my car; so my purse must be a carry-all for everything I might need wherever I go. In my purse I carry a supply of every medication in my cupboard along with cosmetics for touch ups; toiletries for use when I'm stranded overnight, books to read while waiting in line, and emergency snacks in case I need nourishment and can't get to food right away. I also stock my purse with plenty of quarters for video games (for my grandson,) a change of underwear (for both of us), some silverware, straws and napkins (those fast food places sometimes forget these). And I can't forget a sweater, umbrella and rain poncho for inclement weather. My purse carries eye drops, ear drops and gum drops, nasal spray, hair spray, and pepper spray, a first aid kit, a sewing kit, a tool kit, and a pool repair kit. Oh, and an inflatable raft (you never know when you might fall overboard). After a tiring three-hour search in Wal-mart, I was pleased to finally findrepparttar 118294 perfect purse. It has 327 compartments and it's large enough to hold all my "necessities," plus a liter of Dr. Pepper. After filling my "dream purse" with all my treasures, I sadly discovered that I don't haverepparttar 118295 muscles to lugrepparttar 118296 thing around. I've developed tennis elbow, low back pain, and a perpetual stiff neck from hoistingrepparttar 118297 sucker over my shoulder, and I think I might need a rotator cuff transplant. The only things this almost-ideal purse lacks are wheels to drag it along behind me.

Hippo Rage - a humorous look at stress and anger today

Written by David Leonhardt, The Happy Guy


(text of a mini-keynote speech by David Leonhardt, The Happy Guy, which brought downrepparttar house in Gatineau, Quebec, April 21, 2002)

Has anybody here ever been stuck in traffic for a frustratingly long time? Put up your hand if you have.

Oooh! Don’t you just hate that? And some people don’t mind showing us how much they hate it. We call it road rage.

Has anybody ever waited in a ticket lineup or a checkout lineup for a frustratingly long time? Let me see those hands.

Believe it or not, some people don’t like that either. We call it lineup rage.

Has anybody ever been stuck waiting in a doctor’s office for a frustratingly long time? Let me see those hands.

And then you see somebody suddenly jump up and tear his hair out and scream, “Let me out. I’ve been here three hours. Three days. Three months!” Well, I really should appologize. I didn’t mean to scare your kids. I was just demonstrating waiting room rage.

Let me tell you a story aboutrepparttar 118290 Lwungwa River Valley – that’s in Africa, you know. The dry season there gets very dry. My throat is getting dry just thinking about it. The Lwangwa River stops rushing. It slows to a trickle. Finally, it stops flowing. And all that are left are pools of water, here and there.

One by one,repparttar 118291 animals head to higher ground. To forest cover. To other water holes. Anywhere they can find food or drink. Just like we will all do late. Did I say allrepparttar 118292 animals? Not all. Notrepparttar 118293 hippos.

The hippos stay in their river at it slows to a stream. They stay inrepparttar 118294 stream as it turns into pools. They stay inrepparttar 118295 pools as they shrink into puddles. Asrepparttar 118296 puddles shrink,repparttar 118297 hippos get more crowded. Asrepparttar 118298 hippos get more crowded, they get surly. Cranky. Grumpy. They gnash their teeth. They poke at each other. They pick fights. It’s river rage!

Has anyone ever come face to face with a raging hippopotamus? Don’t be shy. Go ahead, put up your hands. Sure, when we’re young – I’m sure you all remember this as I do – we’re taught that they’re slow, cute, and cuddly. They might even be pink or purple and do those dances in tutus like in Fabntasia. But inrepparttar 118299 real world they have teethrepparttar 118300 size of your head. They can run faster than anyone in this room. And they weight upwards of 5,000 pounds. I mean, they are BIG! If you’re ever at a cocktail party and a hippopotamus starts, you know, flirting with you, whatever you do, do not let him sit on your lap.

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