All the Bells and Whistles?

I've just spent about a half hour window shopping online for a new fitness wristband.  I was thinking to replace my simple Fitbit (the one that I bought last week) with something a little more uptown.  My only gripe with the one I have is that it lacks a watch or any visuals, at all.  It has four flashing lights.  My cat got bored with them ten minutes sooner than I did.  He's a very smart cat.

You'd think I would know better than to start spending next week's money, this week.  Well, I do.  Hence, the window shopping.  Sometimes it's an exercise that keeps me from buying things.

The Fitbit is an excellent example.  There are so many fitness trackers out there, and full half of them must be available on Amazon.  I look for the description, first--doesn't everyone?  Then I look at the number of stars the product rated.  Then, I look at the number of people who rated the product.  After that, I read most of the negative reviews, and save money by not buying.  It's a peculiar system, but it's mine.

These days there are devices that claim to have all the same bells and whistles as Fitbit.  I have to admit it, I am a sucker for bells and whistles.  Do I need them?  No.  I'm not likely to  be taking calls when I'm walking on a treadmill--It's all I can do to breathe, as it is.  Don't even get me started about walking  and texting. 

I don't know how all the youngsters manage that.  Maybe that's why cursive writing has to fall by the wayside; it would take  up too much of the brain space needed for today's and tomorrow's tech.  I wonder if the same is true about young men who are unable to pull up their pants.  (But that's a really disgusting trend that merits  its own page.)
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Tom Petty and the Call of the Wild

                                                          Tom Petty and the Call of the Wild


Well I went to a concert on the 6th of May.  I paid for Tom Petty, but I got Joe Walsh.  When I first saw the guy, I really tried to reconcile the appearance of the elderly man I saw on the stage to the delightful bad boy, and the super hot (though hairier) yummy musical treat I had been looking forward for months to seeing.  I was a little bit crestfallen when he began to sing song after song I didn't know.  I didn't come to my grand epiphany, until Joe sang "Life's Been Good to Me".

Once I had, though, a number of things were then clear.  Joe is spry for his age, and energetic.  He hasn't lost his voice, or his showmanship.  It was a huge surprise to see him.  My best friend and I were so Tom Petty focused, we both failed to see that Joe was on the tickets, too.    Now my astonishment and embarrassment are on the blog for the wide world to discuss and enjoy.

But then, get a load of Tom, would you?  What can I say about the audience response to his taking the stage that wouldn't be trite?  The man got a standing ovation just for walking out.  Everyone went wild!  Someone once suggested that Tom Petty is a fan of his fans, and I believe it.

For two hours this divine  (and sometimes ridiculous) hippie had two thousand people singing, dancing, whistling, and hooting (that was me, because I can't do the loud whistle).  Two weeks later, I'm still smiling at the experience  of having had Tom Petty rock my world.  This post can't do justice to the evening.

Help! My tits are falling!

(And I can't get 'em up...)

  

Sir Isaac Newton learned about gravity in an easy, gentle lesson.  An apple bonked him on his head,  Maybe it took sixty seconds after said bonk (if that long) to develop his theory about gravity, and our ancestors had a new and enlightened world.  However, if Newton had had titties, his experience would have had him whining, rather than celebrating his own cleverness.

Please note: the only titties being spoken of here are my own.  Every woman's experience is different.

I sort of miss the "mosquito bites" days.  It was a time when my bra actually fit.  When I hit an "A" cup size, the die was cast, and things were never the same.

Getting bigger was fun, at first.  I could still buy my bras at K-Mart.  There's a lot to be said for such a simple convenience.  I would run in, grab two eighteen hour bras, and be off to the next thing.  Raising hell and annoying people--that kind of thing.

Bras themselves are problematic.  To pad or not to pad?  Stays?  Would you like underwire with that?
The nicest thing I can say for brassieres is that they aren't tested on harmless, blameless lab animals.
Today, I've begun to see a throwback to the corset, in "long line" bras.  I mean, I can see leather bustiers, if you and your honey are into that thing.  But, to wear something similar every day?

The world has gone mad.   I have to order my bras online.  There are only about three companies out there that make an "H" cup size.  In the entire world!  The bandeau part is always too small.  My tits are falling, and I can't get them up!