Nuestra Salud / Our Health

amartinez9's picture
Friday, February 20, 2015 - 5:17pm

En el mes de febrero mucho de lo que pensamos se centra en corazones rojos, flores, amor y claro, no puede faltar el chocolate. Casí siempre cuando pensamos en el mes del amor y la amistad, se nos viene a la mente esa persona especial que nos hace sentir maripositas en el estómago y hace que el corazón nos palpite más a prisa. Rara vez pensamos sobre nuestro corazón real, el que pompea la sangre a nuestros cuerpos y nos mantiene con vida.


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jtaylor's picture
Friday, February 22, 2008 - 11:55am

Box: From Naval Station Great Lakes, Ill.


Belongings: 22-year-old seaman recruit DJ.


Contents: MP3 player, Motorola cell phone, toothpaste, deodorant, Navy hat, backpack and day planner, pair of jeans rolled up to the knees (mmmm???) and a pocket handout of traveling instructions.


Warning from handout:


wholderman's picture
Thursday, February 21, 2008 - 3:23pm

Superman, Superwoman, Super Lotto, Super Mario, Supernatural, Superficial....and then there's Superdelegate....what does that mean? Oh, and by the way, did you know there's District-level delegates, At-Large delegates, Unpledged party-leader delegates, Pledged party-leader delegates, Unpledged elected-official delegates, Pledged elected-official delegates, and Unpledged add-on delegates. Oh please!


jtaylor's picture
Thursday, February 21, 2008 - 12:29pm

In the mosquito-swatting simmer of July 1979, I glanced skyward and continued to install a storm window in the tiny Milwaukee, Wis., bungalow I called home. Skylab was coming down, but there was work to do.


So, what did you do the other day when you heard the U.S. Navy was sending a multi-million-dollar missile into space to destroy/divert a miscreant billion-dollar spy satellite? And, what are you doing to prepare for bits of debris, toxic trailings descending along with the usual deluge of particulate matter from bonehead burners on Valley no-burn days?


jtaylor's picture
Tuesday, February 19, 2008 - 12:37pm

Right there, prehistorically young Sean "James Bond" Connery's about to be lasered in the most unkind of male places. "Do you expect me to talk?" he queries nemesis "Goldfinger." To which the golden one replies, "No, Mr. Bond. I expect you to die!"


wholderman's picture
Sunday, February 17, 2008 - 5:00pm

.......and round and round we go. I'm not an avid stock-watcher by any means but I did notice recently an article featuring the historical performance of a "Members Only Warehouse" stock, it was very stable and often progressive........and I know why!