The Internet Is Full of Entertainment

Having tried to spend a day mostly off the nets, I finally gave in after weeks worth of Sports Illustrated reading (my dad gave me a subscription). I really can’t have periodicals delivered. I’m too obsessive compulsive. If they come, I feel like I have to read them, and I don’t have that much time, so they end up filling a space in my to be read pile right next to the really old Harlequin Regencies. But today, I did make it through three SIs, two Temple University Alumni Mags, and a PennStater.

But now, I’m back on line, and through a rather convoluted series of events (searching for something to watch on television, finding “The Real Estate Pros” and the main man Richard helping out a couple of years ago in the rehabilitation of a guy named Josh Hamilton who just happens to have won the Home Run Contest at last week’s All Star Game, looking to see if I could find anything about the relationship on the net) I found this really fun site: It’s Lovely! I’ll Take It!

I love looking at property on line (mostly focusing on cute little mews houses in London). But I must admit I’ve never seen anything quite so amusing on real estate sites as these dreadful examples of the way the marketing challenged have of presenting their houses. It’s no wonder homes are losing value out there people!

Draw a Line!

The Rite Aid near my office has decided that there’s only one line. They don’t tell you that. There’s no sign, no stanchion, no line on the floor. Apparently some old ladies decided one day that there should be only one line, instead of a line for each register, and the manager, having the backbone one might expect, decided, okey dokey, that’s a great idea. But he also has the brains one might expect so he did absolutely nothing to make it obvios there is one line and give customers some idea where to stand in order to be in that line.

The result is that people kind of hang around not knowing quite where to stand and what to do and wait for the cashier to say, “Next.” Only no one really knows who is next. I’ll have to start going to the one a block farther away. Because this just doesn’t work.

Hey Colon! Say Cheese!

The death of Tony Snow today reminds me of my friend Bruce, who died of the same son-of-a-bitch disease 10 years ago.

Bruce was an incredibly smart, funny, kind, witty, quirky human being. I once told him he should teach a course in friendship, because no one knew better how to be a really good (my very best) friend than he did. He knew when to laugh, and when to prod, and when to shut up. One thing he didn’t know was when to have his first colonoscopy. And the really dreadfully inept HMO that (mis)managed his care didn’t either. So he didn’t have his first colon pics until he was symptomatic, at 58. One year later, he was dead.

So I’ll tell you now, in case you have a really good friend or are a really good friend or hope someday to become a really good friend or have a really good friend, that you should have your first colonoscopy when you’re 50. Pay attention to the symptoms that indicate you should have one sooner.

Don’t let the idea of it put you off. You’ll be asleep. It’s no big deal.

Don’t let the idea of the prep put you off. Would you rather have what amounts to diarrhea for half a day or allow a cancer to grow in you until there’s no choice but dying by inches? Put that way, isn’t the choice obvious?

Yes, we all have to die of something, but colon cancer isn’t something you have to die from. It’s preventable, and if caught early, treatable. So take your colon off to the nearest gastroenterologist and tell it to smile for the camera.

Welcome to the World As I See It!

I’ve been blogging as The Sports Diva for 10(!) years, now, but sometimes there are things I’d love to share that have nothing to do with sports. So here we are at LightHazel. I’ll blog about life in general; books I’m reading; news that makes me sad, mad, excited, or confused; and other blogs that get me laughing, talking, and thinking.

The name comes from my eye color. Not technically light hazel that you’d see in an illustration. But what can you call eyes that are green, blue, and gray with a bit of amber around the iris? They’re not blue, they’re usually gray green, and they’re always looking at things and questioning, just like the rest of me.