Wow, I can’t believe I haven’t blogged about this yet!
I finally stumbled upon The Cure for golfer’s or
It’s the TheraBand FlexBar.
(the red one)
I had googled and searched Amazon for answers, but somehow
had always missed this. But once I found it on Amazon and read the reviews, well, let’s just say I couldn’t order it fast
And the instructions say to do so many reps once a day… I must confess, I didn’t. I just did “some” and it still worked for
And I promise you, I could feel that it helped me the very
first time I used it. I don’t see how
that is possible, but it’s true. Who
knows? Maybe it “released”
something. All I know is, it’s the
closest thing to a miracle, without being a real miracle.
And it was $15ish, less than one co-pay! And with Amazon
Prime, I had it within 2 days. All of
life’s problems should be solved this easily.
Do you want to calculate how much I spent at the physical
therapy place 2 years ago for my then-golfer’s elbow? 16 visits, $20 a pop? Yeah. I coulda had an iPad.
And they didn’t even fix me! I still
hurt after all those appointments, 3X a week, 2 hours each time. (All that money and all that time!)
But this thing really works.
And I don’t know why we all don’t know about it. Once I read the Amazon reviews about it being
featured in a NY Times blog article back in 2009, it seems that word would get
out. (That blog article was written 2
years before all my PT appts!
Well, I’m doing my part -- trying to spread the word. J !!
So! If you know
someone with tennis elbow or golfer’s elbow, give them this link, and let them
read about it for themselves.
(Or you could google “Tyler Twist” and “TheraBand Flex Bar”.)
Mr. Man and I went to the big RV show
out at the State
Fairgrounds this past weekend!!
Oh my goodness, some of them are so fancy and decked
out! And most of them are absolutely so
huge, I can’t imagine how people drive them!
They had all kinds, of course. We saw the very basic Sportsman Classic, that Uncle Si won on the donut eating contest episode of Duck Dynasty. It wasn’t fancy, but for a weekend of stargazing
in dark sky territory, it would work quite well for Mr. Man.
(That’s the dream, of course.)
And then we saw one that was a bit bigger and nicer than
that, at twice the cost. And it was
really roomy feeling.
We never saw any cute pop-ups, but we sure saw some huge
RV’s! Oh my soul. Slide-outs, and drop-down decks. Outdoor grills with outdoor TVs and outdoor sinks right next to
them! And virtually all of them had
built-in awnings, some with nice rope lights along the top.
Ironically, our favorite was not one that you drove, but one
that you towed behind your big truck. (We
don’t have a truck.)
It was pricey, but not compared to a huge Winnebago, which
is easily 6 figures plus. But it was decked
out like one of the new, fancy homes that we saw at the Parade of Homes this
Can you believe it??
Yeah, I told Mr. Man, that this would do quite nicely indeed. I would be very happy, parked in the leather easy chair, sitting in front of the faux fireplace watching TV and knitting.
Come and get me when you’re finished. The little dog and I will be right here.
(So much for being out in nature, or whatever people go RV’ing for! LOL)
And I don’t really mind cleaning it so much, it’s just that
it’s so crummy to have to clean something that we don’t even use. If I’m gonna get down on my hands and knees
to clean the CrAzY thing, it should be something that we have at least enjoyed
"That’s alls I’m saying is all." J
And I’m afraid that back when we lived in San
Antonio for so long, with its daily aquifer level reports,
that I got positively nutty about wasting water while we lived there.
So you can imagine how much it practically hurts
me to fill that bathtub up twice, and run the whirlpool jets, just
to clean out all the gunk. Especially when
we haven’t even used it!!
It’s those crazy jets, I tell you.
If I could, I would “blink” this into a regular soaking tub. Those jets are trouble!
It’s almost enough to make me switch from showers to baths,
just so I can get something out of the whole process.
I was organized. I
was ready. I was getting it done.
In fact, I was making some bread with my new oven.
That photo is a picture of the starter that I
use for it.
Look at all those happy bubbles!!
I haven’t made bread in awhile, and I was wondering if I
could revive my starter. <eeeeeeek!> Thank heavens
he finally woke up and started eating and bubbling.
Then, as it turns out, the new oven has a “bread proofing”
mode! Wow, I didn’t even know to want
that! How perfect, so I popped in my
dough and was just letting it rise…
Meanwhile, I was making name tags for our small group class
at church and I ran out of labels there at the end, so I just needed to run to
Staples for another box of supplies before I could finish.
And then this little baby needed to go to the vet for shots, etc.
It all started out well enough,
but right when I thought I
was home free….
First of all, the dog is fine. J
The bread dough, however, didn’t make it. L
When we came home, I checked the oven, and something about
the new proofing mode didn’t make my dough happy, and it didn’t rise well at
In fact, it’s kinda hard to tell
what went wrong.
It “should’ve” worked beautifully. 100°
thing it was trash day. *Poof*, out it went. All that
potential deliciousness, too… 28 soft-as-puffy-clouds,
yeasty, heavenly rolls. Dead.
And the first batch of name tags that I made?
They’re out with the trash, too.
It seems that they no longer make the kind that I had, so I
had to buy the latest version. Which, of
course, uses a different template and a different badge. Naturally, that meant I had to re-type, re-print
and re-stuff all those name tags that were almost finished!
What can I say???
At least I had easy traffic everywhere I drove.
And I did get everything finished and delivered, put
the trash out, and sat down to watch “In the Kitchen with David” on QVC with a
hot dinner that I didn’t even have to make.
Thank you, Stouffer’s! Not bad
for such a long, crazy day.
(Ina Garten will be David’s guest on Sunday!)
I think I will chillax in a bit and read one of my little
mystery paperbacks, and hope that “Tomorrow is another day”.