As I drove to work this morning (Friday), I played one of the CDs I burned when I got my new car last year (before I got my iPod hooked up to my car stereo). One of the songs that started to play was The Pass by Rush -- one of my favorite songs by one of my favorite bands. After the first four notes, I immediately turned off the stereo. The Pass is about suicide, and it's just too soon after Sunday's tragedy to listen to that song.
If there's anything that I would like to come of this, it's more awareness of depression and suicide. I do not know Anthony's story, but I do know that depression is both treatable... and potentially fatal.
Do me a favor? If you know someone who is depressed or has mentioned harming themselves, DO SOMETHING.
Don't know what do to? Check out SAVE - Suicide Awareness Voices of Education at http://www.save.org/.
Better yet, if the person says s/he is going to commit suicide, call 911 before the person succeeds (or even attempts). Just do it!
You have a choice - feel "awkward" about intervening, or feel unbearable guilt and horror if you do nothing... and the person dies.
If you are depressed, see your doctor now. You can get help. There is always hope - trust me on this. There is someone who cares about you... me!
My deepest condolences to Anthony's family and friends. Peace be with us all.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Sadness
A terrible thing happened last Sunday. The Husband was Up North fishing with The Guys for the whole weekend, so I took advantage of the situation to visit the Mall of America.
I bought a pair of shoes and a tank top for the upcoming trip to Mexico, watched a cheerleading competition, and shared some love with a couple of special needs dogs (and one cat) who were at the Mall for fundraising. I also treated myself to lunch. All in all, it was a quality outing.
Until I left to go home.
I parked in Maine on the ground level, east side. I walked out the entrance and as I was about to cross the street to get into the parking ramp, I caught something out of the corner of my eye in mid-air... then I heard a strange clap-like sound. I looked toward the sound and saw a guy laying on the street on his back.
My first thought was stupid. I wanted to yell at this guy, "You're going to get run over if you lay on the street like that!" A split second later, I realized he needed help. People were shouting, "Call 911!" so I dropped my bags to dig for my phone in my purse.
When I saw that others were already calling 911, I ran to the guy on the street. I had taken first aid classes and naively thought that I might be able to help him.
There was nothing I could do.
I called out to no one in particular, "He needs help NOW!" but I knew it did not look good. I will spare you the details, but it simply was the worst sight I have ever seen. The emergency personnel and Bloomington Police did not take long to cover him with a sheet.
A mall security officer was with me after I yelled for help. At that point, I lost it. I knew he was gone and that I had seen his last moment. I cried and cried. The mall security officer took time to stay with me and the other witness to get our statements and to help us deal with what we had just seen. I gave my name, phone number and address, and had a hard time writing a description of the event as I cried and shook uncontrollably.
The security officer and a police officer did what they could to help me calm down. They reassured me that I did the right thing by going to him and by staying to make a witness statement. They were sympathetic and kind.
I didn't think I would blog about this. I was a quivering mess for the rest of the day, and had flashbacks throughout the next day (Monday). Back at the mall, after I finished my statement, the mall security officer helped me back into the mall. I knew I was in no shape to drive myself home. The Mall of America security had closed off this entrance and a small group of people were questioning why they couldn't go out the door of their choice. Some people saw trembling, sobbing me enter with the security officer and seemed to back away, finally realizing that perhaps the MoA officials closed the entrance for a real reason (and not just to inconvenience shoppers). One lady insisted on complaining to a security officer and as I passed near her I told her that she really did not want to exit this way. I did not tell her why because she had two young boys with her -- they didn't need to know.
I called my parents on my cell and told my dad what happened. I asked if he could come get me and bring me home. My parents came to get me -- my dad drove my car and my mom took me in their car. At my house, we went straight for the brandy. Dad said it would help. It did. So did the wine. Anything to deaden the nerves.
The next day I arrived at work around 7:10 am. I thought that it would be a good thing to dive into my projects so I could keep my mind off the previous day's events. It didn't work. Out of the blue I would see his face again, or hear that awful sound... Sometimes I would just shutter.
Finally, I called my employer's employee assistance program. I knew that what I was going through was normal -- I had just experienced a trauma and it seemed normal that I go through some sort of reaction. I just wanted to be reassured of this, and if there was anything I could do about it, I wanted to know. I also was trying to figure out how to get closure for myself. I thought that if I knew the man's name, I could grieve for a specific person, rather than "guy at the mall."
The employee assistance counselor was very helpful and sympathetic. She explained what I could possibly expect, given my situation, and that what I was experiencing was indeed very normal. I told her of my desire to know his name to help myself close this out, and she advised that I may need to find closure even if I cannot learn his identity. She offered to call back to check on me later and to give me the name of a therapist in my area, should I decide to see one.
I also called Bloomington Police to see if they were able to tell me his name. If they were not able to, I would understand, but I explained that I was hoping that his name would help me "bury" him in my mind so I could go on with my life. The sergeant with whom I spoke was very understanding, and told me the guy's name, even though it was not public information (yet). I asked if his family knew of his death, and the sergeant said that they were informed. He also thanked me for my witness statement.
It's been three days now, and I am getting past this. I did, however, drive past the MoA for the first time since Sunday on my way to meet friends for a drink after work. My heart ached for the young man who was in so much pain that he lost all hope.
Rest in peace, Anthony.
Man leaps to death at megamall ramp
Pioneer Press Article Last Updated: 01/08/2008 11:17:11 PM CST
The Hennepin County medical examiner has released the name of the man who plunged from the sixth floor of a parking ramp at the Mall of America to the street below.
Authorities say 23-year-old Anthony S. Leandro, of Burnsville, died Sunday of multiple blunt force head injuries. His body was found on the road next to the east side of the shopping mall.
His death was ruled a suicide.
- Associated Press
I bought a pair of shoes and a tank top for the upcoming trip to Mexico, watched a cheerleading competition, and shared some love with a couple of special needs dogs (and one cat) who were at the Mall for fundraising. I also treated myself to lunch. All in all, it was a quality outing.
Until I left to go home.
I parked in Maine on the ground level, east side. I walked out the entrance and as I was about to cross the street to get into the parking ramp, I caught something out of the corner of my eye in mid-air... then I heard a strange clap-like sound. I looked toward the sound and saw a guy laying on the street on his back.
My first thought was stupid. I wanted to yell at this guy, "You're going to get run over if you lay on the street like that!" A split second later, I realized he needed help. People were shouting, "Call 911!" so I dropped my bags to dig for my phone in my purse.
When I saw that others were already calling 911, I ran to the guy on the street. I had taken first aid classes and naively thought that I might be able to help him.
There was nothing I could do.
I called out to no one in particular, "He needs help NOW!" but I knew it did not look good. I will spare you the details, but it simply was the worst sight I have ever seen. The emergency personnel and Bloomington Police did not take long to cover him with a sheet.
A mall security officer was with me after I yelled for help. At that point, I lost it. I knew he was gone and that I had seen his last moment. I cried and cried. The mall security officer took time to stay with me and the other witness to get our statements and to help us deal with what we had just seen. I gave my name, phone number and address, and had a hard time writing a description of the event as I cried and shook uncontrollably.
The security officer and a police officer did what they could to help me calm down. They reassured me that I did the right thing by going to him and by staying to make a witness statement. They were sympathetic and kind.
I didn't think I would blog about this. I was a quivering mess for the rest of the day, and had flashbacks throughout the next day (Monday). Back at the mall, after I finished my statement, the mall security officer helped me back into the mall. I knew I was in no shape to drive myself home. The Mall of America security had closed off this entrance and a small group of people were questioning why they couldn't go out the door of their choice. Some people saw trembling, sobbing me enter with the security officer and seemed to back away, finally realizing that perhaps the MoA officials closed the entrance for a real reason (and not just to inconvenience shoppers). One lady insisted on complaining to a security officer and as I passed near her I told her that she really did not want to exit this way. I did not tell her why because she had two young boys with her -- they didn't need to know.
I called my parents on my cell and told my dad what happened. I asked if he could come get me and bring me home. My parents came to get me -- my dad drove my car and my mom took me in their car. At my house, we went straight for the brandy. Dad said it would help. It did. So did the wine. Anything to deaden the nerves.
The next day I arrived at work around 7:10 am. I thought that it would be a good thing to dive into my projects so I could keep my mind off the previous day's events. It didn't work. Out of the blue I would see his face again, or hear that awful sound... Sometimes I would just shutter.
Finally, I called my employer's employee assistance program. I knew that what I was going through was normal -- I had just experienced a trauma and it seemed normal that I go through some sort of reaction. I just wanted to be reassured of this, and if there was anything I could do about it, I wanted to know. I also was trying to figure out how to get closure for myself. I thought that if I knew the man's name, I could grieve for a specific person, rather than "guy at the mall."
The employee assistance counselor was very helpful and sympathetic. She explained what I could possibly expect, given my situation, and that what I was experiencing was indeed very normal. I told her of my desire to know his name to help myself close this out, and she advised that I may need to find closure even if I cannot learn his identity. She offered to call back to check on me later and to give me the name of a therapist in my area, should I decide to see one.
I also called Bloomington Police to see if they were able to tell me his name. If they were not able to, I would understand, but I explained that I was hoping that his name would help me "bury" him in my mind so I could go on with my life. The sergeant with whom I spoke was very understanding, and told me the guy's name, even though it was not public information (yet). I asked if his family knew of his death, and the sergeant said that they were informed. He also thanked me for my witness statement.
It's been three days now, and I am getting past this. I did, however, drive past the MoA for the first time since Sunday on my way to meet friends for a drink after work. My heart ached for the young man who was in so much pain that he lost all hope.
Rest in peace, Anthony.
Man leaps to death at megamall ramp
Pioneer Press Article Last Updated: 01/08/2008 11:17:11 PM CST
The Hennepin County medical examiner has released the name of the man who plunged from the sixth floor of a parking ramp at the Mall of America to the street below.
Authorities say 23-year-old Anthony S. Leandro, of Burnsville, died Sunday of multiple blunt force head injuries. His body was found on the road next to the east side of the shopping mall.
His death was ruled a suicide.
- Associated Press
Friday, December 28, 2007
We're booked!
Yes, The Husband and I are on our way back to Mexico!
Now that I am employed again... and the dog does not appear to require surgery for anything, we are heading back to the Yucatan Peninsula. This time, we're going to stay in a town called Akumal, about one hour south of Cancún.
Our plan is to spend some quality time snorkeling and to take a day trip to Coba to see the Mayan ruins. We will probably also take a small trip to the town of Tulum (we visited the Tulum ruins at our last trip to Mexico) or back to Playa del Carmen (where we stayed at our last trip). Oh - the trip we're planning to Coba will also include visiting a cenote and lunch.
The Yucatan Peninsula is riddled with underground freshwater rivers. Cenotes are sinkholes in those rivers in which you can swim, snorkel and—if you're brave—scuba dive throughout the underground rivers (no thanks!). The Husband and I have enjoyed snorkeling in cenotes before, and we are looking forward to the experience again!
When we're not in the water or at the ruins, we'll be relaxing in the Caribbean sun (with SPF 45, of course!).
This is why I had to get a job!
Now that I am employed again... and the dog does not appear to require surgery for anything, we are heading back to the Yucatan Peninsula. This time, we're going to stay in a town called Akumal, about one hour south of Cancún.
Our plan is to spend some quality time snorkeling and to take a day trip to Coba to see the Mayan ruins. We will probably also take a small trip to the town of Tulum (we visited the Tulum ruins at our last trip to Mexico) or back to Playa del Carmen (where we stayed at our last trip). Oh - the trip we're planning to Coba will also include visiting a cenote and lunch.
The Yucatan Peninsula is riddled with underground freshwater rivers. Cenotes are sinkholes in those rivers in which you can swim, snorkel and—if you're brave—scuba dive throughout the underground rivers (no thanks!). The Husband and I have enjoyed snorkeling in cenotes before, and we are looking forward to the experience again!
When we're not in the water or at the ruins, we'll be relaxing in the Caribbean sun (with SPF 45, of course!).
This is why I had to get a job!
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Merry Christmas!
Happy Hanukah (yes, I know it ended almost two weeks ago), Happy Rohatsu (yes, I know that was over before Hanukah ended), Happy Solstice, Happy Yule, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Boxing Day, and Happy Anything Else That I May Have Missed!
My wish for anyone who reads this is a peaceful 2008. As the song goes, war is good for absolutely nothing, so I hope it ends... not just in Iraq, but Afghanistan, the Middle East, Asia, Europe, Washington, your neighborhood, my neighborhood, and in all of our hearts.
My wish for anyone who reads this is a peaceful 2008. As the song goes, war is good for absolutely nothing, so I hope it ends... not just in Iraq, but Afghanistan, the Middle East, Asia, Europe, Washington, your neighborhood, my neighborhood, and in all of our hearts.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
An update on the job front
Sorry I haven't been blogging much lately, but at least I have good news. Last week (12/10 - 12/14) was my first week at my new "real" job! Better yet, Monday I was at my office, but Tuesday through Friday were spent in sunny San Francisco!
I have flown into San Fran, but never got to hang around and see the city. I didn't get to see much this time because of work, but I did check out Chinatown and got plenty of exercise just walking a few blocks (up and down severe hills). It also was much warmer than it was in the Twin Cities (and no snow!).
I am so glad that I got to go to SF, because it really helped me learn more about my new work world. It's a bit complicated... once I figure it out I will share the details. Long story short, I work with Licensed Bankers (i.e., personal bankers who have their securities licences). The only concern I have about the job (besides the almost hour-long commute) is that I too will have to get my Series 7 and Series 66 licences. I have heard that getting those licenses is not easy. Fortunately, I will actually get one day off a week to study (once I start the study program in April). I am not sure if that one day off a week helps me or makes the tests that much more intimidating!
Anyway, I am happy to be employed again! Income is a nice thing.
I have flown into San Fran, but never got to hang around and see the city. I didn't get to see much this time because of work, but I did check out Chinatown and got plenty of exercise just walking a few blocks (up and down severe hills). It also was much warmer than it was in the Twin Cities (and no snow!).
I am so glad that I got to go to SF, because it really helped me learn more about my new work world. It's a bit complicated... once I figure it out I will share the details. Long story short, I work with Licensed Bankers (i.e., personal bankers who have their securities licences). The only concern I have about the job (besides the almost hour-long commute) is that I too will have to get my Series 7 and Series 66 licences. I have heard that getting those licenses is not easy. Fortunately, I will actually get one day off a week to study (once I start the study program in April). I am not sure if that one day off a week helps me or makes the tests that much more intimidating!
Anyway, I am happy to be employed again! Income is a nice thing.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
So hire me already!
News from the job search front: It appears that three companies want me... I think... because two contacts have checked in on me to say hello and that they are still "in the process" of filling openings, and the third contact has me on a phone interview today (with a would-be colleague in San Francisco) and an in-person interview tomorrow.
Now why would they call to let me know they are still "working on filling the position" without informing me that they are not interested in me... unless they are interested in me. The problem is that I may not be the only one in whom they are interested.
Here's what I want: Would someone just buckle down and hire me already?!? All jobs are within my expertise and interest (some more than others), and none of them are a good commute (so it doesn't really matter).
All I want for Christmas is a job!
Now why would they call to let me know they are still "working on filling the position" without informing me that they are not interested in me... unless they are interested in me. The problem is that I may not be the only one in whom they are interested.
Here's what I want: Would someone just buckle down and hire me already?!? All jobs are within my expertise and interest (some more than others), and none of them are a good commute (so it doesn't really matter).
All I want for Christmas is a job!
Monday, November 12, 2007
Who's got your vote?
Yes, I believe it's way too early for all of the 2008 Presidential election crap going on right now (my gosh - how many debates have there already been???).
However, I found something that may help me determine who deserves my vote - by gauging how close a candidate is to me on issues I find important.
You can use it too! Check this out: Select A Candidate(TM), courtesy of Minnesota Public Radio. Simply enter your leanings on certain issues, and how much the issue matters to you, and you will get a list of the candidates in the order of your preference!
I will check this online tool again when it's actually election year...
However, I found something that may help me determine who deserves my vote - by gauging how close a candidate is to me on issues I find important.
You can use it too! Check this out: Select A Candidate(TM), courtesy of Minnesota Public Radio. Simply enter your leanings on certain issues, and how much the issue matters to you, and you will get a list of the candidates in the order of your preference!
I will check this online tool again when it's actually election year...
Friday, November 09, 2007
Get Organized!
Do you have too much "stuff" around the house?
Do you avoid having people over to your home because of the mess?
Do you park your car outside because it won't fit inside the garage?
Have I got a solution for you!
Contact A Place for Everything... and Everything in its Place. Don't be embarrased... you won't be judged, nor will you be forced to toss anything you're not ready to toss!
The Web site for this great service is not impressive, but check it out anyway. You'll be happier when your home is more livable.
Call or e-mail A Place for Everything... and Everything in its Place today!
Do you avoid having people over to your home because of the mess?
Do you park your car outside because it won't fit inside the garage?
Have I got a solution for you!
Contact A Place for Everything... and Everything in its Place. Don't be embarrased... you won't be judged, nor will you be forced to toss anything you're not ready to toss!
The Web site for this great service is not impressive, but check it out anyway. You'll be happier when your home is more livable.
Call or e-mail A Place for Everything... and Everything in its Place today!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Okay, it's getting old now...
When I was laid off, the first thing many people told me was "enjoy yourself!" I was told to take some "me" time and relax.
While this may come to a surprise to those who know me (and how lazy I can be), I really want to re-join the job force SOON! I am not enjoying this time off as much as I think I should... probably because I cannot relax when it's the only thing to do!
Yes, I have had interviews, sent resumes left and right, and we are surviving financially, but I am ready to go back to the office now, thank you very much. Perhaps I have been too long in Corporate Land and it has impacted my brain (is it too late for de-programming?).
It just occurred to me -- this could be all about Mexico! You see, I have not been to the warm, sandy beaches of the Yucatan Peninsula since 2005, and it does not feel right to plan on returing anytime soon when I am still unemployed. Yes, that's it! I need to feel the tropical breeze, feel the waves of the Carribean, and watch where I am going lest I step on an iguana. I want to again speak those magic words, "¡Una cervesa, por favor!"
(Sigh.)
Well, at least Mexico isn't going anywhere... and I can't stay unemployed too much longer. Maybe I should run to Target and grab some sunscreen... just to make sure I am prepared!
¡Adios!
While this may come to a surprise to those who know me (and how lazy I can be), I really want to re-join the job force SOON! I am not enjoying this time off as much as I think I should... probably because I cannot relax when it's the only thing to do!
Yes, I have had interviews, sent resumes left and right, and we are surviving financially, but I am ready to go back to the office now, thank you very much. Perhaps I have been too long in Corporate Land and it has impacted my brain (is it too late for de-programming?).
It just occurred to me -- this could be all about Mexico! You see, I have not been to the warm, sandy beaches of the Yucatan Peninsula since 2005, and it does not feel right to plan on returing anytime soon when I am still unemployed. Yes, that's it! I need to feel the tropical breeze, feel the waves of the Carribean, and watch where I am going lest I step on an iguana. I want to again speak those magic words, "¡Una cervesa, por favor!"
(Sigh.)
Well, at least Mexico isn't going anywhere... and I can't stay unemployed too much longer. Maybe I should run to Target and grab some sunscreen... just to make sure I am prepared!
¡Adios!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
Is this Heaven? No, it's Woodbury.
Okay, the last thing I need right now is a new place to spend money, but I must give free advertising space to Trader Joe's.
The grocery store part is cool - organic and creative foods, decent produce, and foods made with minimal processing. But the wine store has made me a very happy person. Yes, I am talking about the famous Three Buck Chuck.
Charles Shaw's winery in California produces a fine Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, Chardonnay, and Shiraz (I havn't tried the Sauvignon Blanc yet). These are wines I could see serving to company (if I have any left... wine that is, not people to invite over). Each fine Charles Shaw wine sold at Trader Joe's retails for $2.99 (+ tax). That may be less than the price of Boone's Farm (and Chuck's wine is so much, much better!).
This reminds me of what my Uncle Myron said to me once, "Get into the alcohol business, because when times are good, people drink. When times are bad, people drink." Smart man (he made a few bucks in his career too... selling booze!).
Times are not great nor bad for me right now... just odd. I could add to Myron by saying, "When times are strange, people drink." Me thinks I will crack open a bottle tonight (or at least after I walk the Pep this afternoon). Cheers!
The grocery store part is cool - organic and creative foods, decent produce, and foods made with minimal processing. But the wine store has made me a very happy person. Yes, I am talking about the famous Three Buck Chuck.
Charles Shaw's winery in California produces a fine Merlot, Cabernet Sauvignon, Chardonnay, and Shiraz (I havn't tried the Sauvignon Blanc yet). These are wines I could see serving to company (if I have any left... wine that is, not people to invite over). Each fine Charles Shaw wine sold at Trader Joe's retails for $2.99 (+ tax). That may be less than the price of Boone's Farm (and Chuck's wine is so much, much better!).
This reminds me of what my Uncle Myron said to me once, "Get into the alcohol business, because when times are good, people drink. When times are bad, people drink." Smart man (he made a few bucks in his career too... selling booze!).
Times are not great nor bad for me right now... just odd. I could add to Myron by saying, "When times are strange, people drink." Me thinks I will crack open a bottle tonight (or at least after I walk the Pep this afternoon). Cheers!
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Want to get organized?
I am looking into becoming a Professional Organizer. Not a cleaning lady, not a decorator, but someone who goes into messy houses and puts stuff in its place (whatever place that may be... including the garbage or the Goodwill).
Now my own house is not exactly spotless, but I do manage to have things where I can find them. When we lived in our first house, I took a couple of classes on Feng Shui that opened my eyes to the perils of clutter and keeping things just "because I may need it someday." I went through and got rid of a bunch of stuff that was taking up space (and energy) and I will never forget how liberating it was!
Anyway, I am going to a seminar in a few weeks to learn more about the PO industry. I will keep this blog posted on my progress, should I decide to actually take the dive (perhaps this blog will evolve into an organizational tips blog?).
Now my own house is not exactly spotless, but I do manage to have things where I can find them. When we lived in our first house, I took a couple of classes on Feng Shui that opened my eyes to the perils of clutter and keeping things just "because I may need it someday." I went through and got rid of a bunch of stuff that was taking up space (and energy) and I will never forget how liberating it was!
Anyway, I am going to a seminar in a few weeks to learn more about the PO industry. I will keep this blog posted on my progress, should I decide to actually take the dive (perhaps this blog will evolve into an organizational tips blog?).
Monday, September 24, 2007
What do I want to do when I grow up?
Now that I am free to give this a little thought, I have pondered what it really is that I should do with myself (job-wise).
Do I want to return to the world of cube farms, corporate-speak, and pointless meetings? Sure, there are the good points, such as steady income, co-workers, and benefits, but is this what I am meant to do?
Confession - I printed out a job posting for TV and movie extras. Now I am not thinking that I am going to become a star, but it could be fun to hang around a set and act like a (fill-in-the-blank). The odds of being "discovered" are as low as my winning the lottery (especially since I don't buy tickets), but it could be fun being a professional background person. Who knows? Maybe I could get an opportunity to actually say something!
Let's go back to reality. Do I really have the guts to leave the comfort of the corporate world? I would have to change my spending habits... and break away from what I thought I would do for the rest of my working years... could it be done? To be sure, my corporate experience has not been that bad. I enjoyed many aspects of writing, presenting and creating that I have done in my previous work life.
What other possibilities lie outside the corporate box? And do I have the guts to go for it?
Do I want to return to the world of cube farms, corporate-speak, and pointless meetings? Sure, there are the good points, such as steady income, co-workers, and benefits, but is this what I am meant to do?
Confession - I printed out a job posting for TV and movie extras. Now I am not thinking that I am going to become a star, but it could be fun to hang around a set and act like a (fill-in-the-blank). The odds of being "discovered" are as low as my winning the lottery (especially since I don't buy tickets), but it could be fun being a professional background person. Who knows? Maybe I could get an opportunity to actually say something!
Let's go back to reality. Do I really have the guts to leave the comfort of the corporate world? I would have to change my spending habits... and break away from what I thought I would do for the rest of my working years... could it be done? To be sure, my corporate experience has not been that bad. I enjoyed many aspects of writing, presenting and creating that I have done in my previous work life.
What other possibilities lie outside the corporate box? And do I have the guts to go for it?
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Drug advertising
Now I am a civil libertarian. I believe in the Bill of Rights (along with the rest of the Constitution) and the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. I believe in freedom of expression, freedom of the press, freedom of peaceful assembly, and so on...
However, there is one thing I could do without - drug advertising.
I actually just saw an ad on TV for some prescription medication, and the entire ad was nothing but legal disclaimers. I could not even catch what condition the medication was supposed to treat!
Now, I do not want the government to ban advertising for legal products (this would fly in the face of the whole civil liberties thing, wouldn't it?). Also, I am well aware that I am a beneficiary of the pharmaceutical industry and the research and development they do with all the money they get from their sales.
How do you get sales? Advertising. I know, I know.
I just don't feel comfortable having the drug companies push their wares on people who cannot legally purchase the products without 10+ years of college and training. I am also not particually thrilled when I learn how drug companies market their products to doctors (but that may be a topic for another post).
There's just so much one should know before just jumping into a course of prescription therapy, and no matter how fast those actors speak, there's no way they could possibly describe everything (including alternative therapies and effective diagnoses, besides just some possible side effects) in 30 to 60 seconds.
So, how do I balance the rights of companies to advertise with my unease with those very advertisements? It would help if the ad would at least indicate what the medical condition is that the drug treats!
However, there is one thing I could do without - drug advertising.
I actually just saw an ad on TV for some prescription medication, and the entire ad was nothing but legal disclaimers. I could not even catch what condition the medication was supposed to treat!
Now, I do not want the government to ban advertising for legal products (this would fly in the face of the whole civil liberties thing, wouldn't it?). Also, I am well aware that I am a beneficiary of the pharmaceutical industry and the research and development they do with all the money they get from their sales.
How do you get sales? Advertising. I know, I know.
I just don't feel comfortable having the drug companies push their wares on people who cannot legally purchase the products without 10+ years of college and training. I am also not particually thrilled when I learn how drug companies market their products to doctors (but that may be a topic for another post).
There's just so much one should know before just jumping into a course of prescription therapy, and no matter how fast those actors speak, there's no way they could possibly describe everything (including alternative therapies and effective diagnoses, besides just some possible side effects) in 30 to 60 seconds.
So, how do I balance the rights of companies to advertise with my unease with those very advertisements? It would help if the ad would at least indicate what the medical condition is that the drug treats!
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Memories...
I learned today that my great aunt Elizabeth had a stroke and is now at Fairview Ridges Hospital. I do not know her prognosis, but since she's 93 years old, I am not completely optimistic.
I remember spending the night at her house in Virginia, MN, where she lived with her father, my great grandfather Olaf. Olaf was born in Sweden, and by the time I was old enough to have memories of him, his hearing was almost gone. He would shout at me in Swedish, and I would reply in English, and somehow, we understood each other (or at least that's what my memory is telling me now).
Elizabeth still worked back then, so she hired a woman from Greece to watch over my great grandpa. The Greek woman's name escapes me, but I remember she made these great potato dish (okay, the name of the dish also escapes me), and she was thrilled that I liked it.
I haven't seen my great aunt in a while, and the last time I did, it was clear that she was getting older. I am comforted knowing that if Elizabeth does pass, she will join her sister, my beloved Grandma Fran. My memories of G'ma Fran (as she abbreviated it) would fill many Web pages. For now, I will just sum it up: She was one cool grandma!
I remember spending the night at her house in Virginia, MN, where she lived with her father, my great grandfather Olaf. Olaf was born in Sweden, and by the time I was old enough to have memories of him, his hearing was almost gone. He would shout at me in Swedish, and I would reply in English, and somehow, we understood each other (or at least that's what my memory is telling me now).
Elizabeth still worked back then, so she hired a woman from Greece to watch over my great grandpa. The Greek woman's name escapes me, but I remember she made these great potato dish (okay, the name of the dish also escapes me), and she was thrilled that I liked it.
I haven't seen my great aunt in a while, and the last time I did, it was clear that she was getting older. I am comforted knowing that if Elizabeth does pass, she will join her sister, my beloved Grandma Fran. My memories of G'ma Fran (as she abbreviated it) would fill many Web pages. For now, I will just sum it up: She was one cool grandma!
Monday, August 27, 2007
Life is good
(With apologies to Jugglernaut for stealing her post title.)
Last Saturday, I assembled our new entertainment center. This Tuesday, the Husband will pick up a new area rug for our family room. When Ikea is restocked, I will pick up our new coffee table (that matches the entertainment center).
But do you know what's really good?
Yesterday evening, the Husband and I simply sat on our deck with Pepper and soaked in the beauty of a late summer evening. There was a nice breeze and the temperature and humidity were in check. Pepper noticed some deer in the field bordering our back yard, but (somehow) managed to keep himself from charging (behavior we quickly rewarded with some treats).
Before long, the leaves will start changing (and it'll be time to get out the rakes). Raking aside, I love Fall. The coolness, the colors, the reduced dew points... (sigh). Is August over yet?
Last Saturday, I assembled our new entertainment center. This Tuesday, the Husband will pick up a new area rug for our family room. When Ikea is restocked, I will pick up our new coffee table (that matches the entertainment center).
But do you know what's really good?
Yesterday evening, the Husband and I simply sat on our deck with Pepper and soaked in the beauty of a late summer evening. There was a nice breeze and the temperature and humidity were in check. Pepper noticed some deer in the field bordering our back yard, but (somehow) managed to keep himself from charging (behavior we quickly rewarded with some treats).
Before long, the leaves will start changing (and it'll be time to get out the rakes). Raking aside, I love Fall. The coolness, the colors, the reduced dew points... (sigh). Is August over yet?
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Any online shoppers out there?
I figure that if you're reading a blog, you may well be the type of person who may also engage in a little commerce online too. (Is that too much of an assumption?)
Here's a little something that may be of use: retailmenot.com.
You know how there's a space on the online order form for a coupon code so you can save a little moola? Well, if you're ordering online, check this site first to see if there's a coupon code for your online merchant (if you don't already have one).
Online merchants put their codes everywhere (like Coldwater Creek, which puts the codes on those annoying cards you find in magazines). The problem that I have is that I never have a code handy when I am actually ordering.
Hope you find this useful!
Here's a little something that may be of use: retailmenot.com.
You know how there's a space on the online order form for a coupon code so you can save a little moola? Well, if you're ordering online, check this site first to see if there's a coupon code for your online merchant (if you don't already have one).
Online merchants put their codes everywhere (like Coldwater Creek, which puts the codes on those annoying cards you find in magazines). The problem that I have is that I never have a code handy when I am actually ordering.
Hope you find this useful!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Camping 2007
We (the husband, the dog and I) went camping on Big Sandy Lake north of McGregor, MN this past week (for two nights). The weather was beautiful and we had a nice time. Pepper had a great time -- he got to go swimming a bunch of times and he even tried his hand (paw?) at duck hunting (the duck got away).
The week of Independence Day we went camping at a place near Lanesboro, MN (down south). We did not have as much fun since it was so unbearably HOT. The pool was wonderful... and badly needed. Someday we may venture south again, but not in July!
Postsecret
If you have never visited Postsecret, I need to ask: Where have you been? It's a unique site to which people send their secrets (written on postcards). Some are sad, some hit close to home, some are scary and some are kinda funny.
The site gets refreshed every Sunday. This week is a treat -- instead of postcards, Frank (the Postsecret guy) has a mini movie. Cool stuff.
The site gets refreshed every Sunday. This week is a treat -- instead of postcards, Frank (the Postsecret guy) has a mini movie. Cool stuff.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
35W
First things first: my heart aches for those who died, were injured, or were at all impacted by yesterday's awful tragedy in Minneapolis. My thoughts are with the victims and their families, as well as the emergency workers who are risking their safety to rescue and recover people.
Growing up in Roseville, I had plenty of opportunities to cross the 35W bridge on my way to Minneapolis. I did not like that bridge. When I was a younger driver, I was never thrilled to go over any bridge (an irrational fear, I know), but that particular bridge was bad because the exit I typically took (Washington Avenue) required me to merge to the far right hand lane while driving over the Mississippi. I preferred to stay to the middle lane on bridges so I wouldn't accidentally go off the side (I said this was irrational, didn't I?).
I thought that I was past my fear of bridges until now.
This morning as I drove to work, I had to cross the Minnesota River from Eagan to Bloomington. Even with my exit approaching, I found myself in the inner-most lane -- just like old times! Man, that bridge is longer than I thought! It seemed like it took forever to cross.
I can't begin to imagine what the survivors of this terrible collapse must feel. I truly hope they all get whatever help they need (I see a lot of post-traumatic stress syndrome coming to Minneapolis). May their hearts be calmed and bodies be healed.
Growing up in Roseville, I had plenty of opportunities to cross the 35W bridge on my way to Minneapolis. I did not like that bridge. When I was a younger driver, I was never thrilled to go over any bridge (an irrational fear, I know), but that particular bridge was bad because the exit I typically took (Washington Avenue) required me to merge to the far right hand lane while driving over the Mississippi. I preferred to stay to the middle lane on bridges so I wouldn't accidentally go off the side (I said this was irrational, didn't I?).
I thought that I was past my fear of bridges until now.
This morning as I drove to work, I had to cross the Minnesota River from Eagan to Bloomington. Even with my exit approaching, I found myself in the inner-most lane -- just like old times! Man, that bridge is longer than I thought! It seemed like it took forever to cross.
I can't begin to imagine what the survivors of this terrible collapse must feel. I truly hope they all get whatever help they need (I see a lot of post-traumatic stress syndrome coming to Minneapolis). May their hearts be calmed and bodies be healed.
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