Posted on 09/30/2025 9:00:00 PM PDT by ransomnote
It’s hard to overdo it with B vitamins... mostly you will just pee out any excess. But you will be wasting money that way. If your pee is bright fluorescent yellow, then the B vitamins are all going down the toilet.
You are amazing! Wonderful research, knowledge and most important sharing of your wealth of knowledge on so many diverse fields and topics
So much we hear and read reinforces the fact that there are many things we will never know for sure
More importantly i believe is our response
Too many folk put undue pressure on their mind, soul and health by going crazy over things for which they have no control. Outrage, ranting, physical craziness accomplishes nothing positive for us.
Of course our reactions are good if somehow we can affect the situation positively
For some it is being an ACTIVE advocate, for some it is one on one encounters, others have other ways - some legal and some not - some violent - some deadly
We all desire solutions and true information
We desire justice. Some take it in their own hands . I understand and can’t be critical and often approve. Atta boy!
Bottom line - your response will hopefully help you to define who you are. Charlies formula - God - Family - country - in that order - has been the basis of conservative Christians.
Do where does a controversial issue fall into this ? Is it worthy of your craziness and mental health? Can i make a difference? Can i do things lovingly and Gods way?
Just some thoughts /food for thought off the top if my head
Your post — golden !!! gave me a chuckle
Fluorescent Yellow Pee
What a hoot
In the south, we put fresh ground black pepper on honeydew and cantaloup 😋
Have you tried the flavor “Watermelon Salt” from LMNT? It’s so good. Almost as good as the Raspberry Salt.
LOL... when I was flying, we would sometimes get notification from the cockpit right after landing that we had to report to Operations for a drug test. Sometimes this would happen on the way home from Sydney. We used to all pass around the “Berocca,” which were fizzy orange drink tablets that we would get in Australia. Quite delicious, and it was a heavy dose of B vitamins, marketed as a hangover cure. We’d drink one of those about 30-45 minutes before peeing in the cup and then hand over bright yellow-orange pee cups to them. 😆
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In the south, we put fresh ground black pepper on honeydew and cantaloup 😋
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Never heard of that. I don’t do black pepper, burns my mouth. I can only have a little in sausage gravy and biscuit, and deviled eggs. Something in those two things neutralize the pepper for me as long as they’re not loaded with it.
One evening, a husband casually called out from the doorway, “Honey, I’m heading out with my friends for a bit.”
His wife, busy folding laundry, simply looked up and said, “Alright. Have fun.”
He was a little surprised. Usually, she would remind him to be back early, to drive safely, to not stay out too late. But that night, there was no lecture — no sigh, no question, just a calm “Alright.”
A few hours later, their teenage son walked into the kitchen, holding a sheet of paper. His face was pale. “Mom,” he said quietly, “I got my mock exam results… and they’re bad.”
He waited, bracing himself for the familiar scolding. He knew she cared deeply about his studies, and he expected the usual talk about wasting time and not living up to his potential.
But instead, she nodded and said, “Okay.”
He blinked. “Just… okay?”
“Yes,” she said gently. “If you study harder, you’ll do better next time. If not, you might have to repeat the semester. It’s your choice. I’ll support you either way.”
He walked away puzzled, wondering when his mom had become so calm — almost peaceful.
The next afternoon, their daughter came home looking nervous. She hesitated in the hallway before stepping into the living room. “Mom,” she said, voice trembling, “I… I crashed the car. Just a small dent, but it’s bad.”
Her mother didn’t shout, didn’t scold, didn’t even raise an eyebrow. She just said, “Alright. Take it to the repair shop tomorrow and have it fixed.”
The girl stood frozen. “You’re… not mad?”
Her mother smiled softly. “No. Getting angry won’t uncrash the car. Just make sure you drive more carefully next time.”
By now, everyone in the house was starting to get worried. This woman — their wife, their mother — was acting nothing like her usual self. She used to be fiery, quick to stress, quick to lecture. Now, she was calm, collected, almost serene.
They began whispering to each other. Is something wrong? Is she feeling okay? Did something happen?
Finally, that evening, they all sat her down at the kitchen table.
“Honey,” her husband said, “you’ve been acting… different. You don’t get upset anymore. You don’t react to anything. Is everything alright?”
She looked around at the faces she loved — the people who had tested her patience for years without even meaning to — and smiled.
“Nothing’s wrong,” she said. “Everything is exactly how it should be. I’ve just learned something important.”
They waited.
“It took me a long time to realize,” she continued, “that every person is responsible for their own life.”
Her husband frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
She folded her hands on the table. “I used to worry about everything. If you were late, I worried. If the kids did badly in school, I blamed myself. If something broke, I got angry. If anyone was unhappy, I tried to fix it. I carried everyone’s problems on my shoulders. But I’ve learned something — all that worrying doesn’t solve their problems. It only ruins my peace.”
Her daughter looked down, quietly listening.
She went on, her voice steady but soft. “I realized that my anxiety doesn’t help anyone. My stress doesn’t make your lives easier — it just makes mine harder. I can advise you, love you, and support you, but I can’t live your lives for you. Whatever decisions you make, you’re the ones who will face the results. Good or bad.”
She paused for a moment, then smiled again. “So I decided to stop trying to control what isn’t mine to control.”
Her son leaned forward. “You mean… you don’t care what happens?”
She shook her head gently. “Oh, I care deeply. But caring and controlling are not the same. I can care without losing my peace. I can love you without taking your burdens as my own.”
The room fell quiet.
She looked at each of them in turn — her husband, her son, her daughter — and said, “My job is to love you, guide you, and be here when you need me. But your job is to live your own life. To make choices. To face the results. That’s how you grow.”
She leaned back in her chair, eyes shining. “So now, when something goes wrong, I remind myself — it’s not mine to fix. I’ll stay calm. I’ll trust you to learn from it. Because that’s what life is — one lesson after another.”
No one spoke for a while. The house was still, but something had shifted.
Her husband reached for her hand and said, “I think you just taught all of us something.”
She smiled again. “Maybe. But it’s something I had to learn the hard way.”
That night, everyone thought about her words.
The son went back to his books, not because his mother yelled, but because he realized it was his responsibility to do better. The daughter scheduled the car repair herself and learned how insurance claims worked. The husband called before going out the next time — not because she demanded it, but because he wanted to.
And slowly, the home began to feel lighter.
No one walked on eggshells anymore. No one waited for an explosion. Everyone started handling their own problems — not out of fear, but out of understanding.
Because when one person in a family chooses peace, it spreads.
When one person stops trying to control everything, everyone else starts learning self-control.
And that’s how calmness becomes contagious.
Next time you have Honeydew melon, squeeze the juice from some fresh Lime wedges over the top of it. It is absolutely the best.
You did it again,now i cant stop laughing!!
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Is he the same dog you had from years ago? Can’t recall his name. They are amazing dogs.
Great story and a lesson that has taken many of us years to learn. Thanks for the reminder
Looks kinda fun, but $3k?
The Christian belief of the antichrist and the false prophet could be interpreted as the Mahdi as the antichrist and a 'Christian' priest - claiming to be the Christ - as the false prophet.
I am not really a student of Islam, but I imagine meshing the two apocalyptic stories together, in reverse, could get somewhat complicated.
Love this!
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