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The Self-Inflicted Pizza Bomb Incident. Stress, Get a Grip, Part 2

The Self-Inflicted Pizza Bomb Incident. Stress. Get a Grip, Part 2

Dateline: North Austin Medical Center. Not my second home yet. But close to being my second DFW Airport.

Set-up: To bring you up to speed, check the Banquet of Consequences.

So, I’m in the office of the gastro-enterologist. He’s showing me pictures of the ulcers in my esophagus and stomach. (Professional driver. Do not try this at home.) I lean in and brightly ask, “Didn’t you mean to say that a very tiny percentage of people end up with a fatal self-inflicted pizza bomb?”

That’s when he started thumbing through medical books to provide me More >

The Banquet of Consequences, Stress. Get a Grip, Part 1

The Banquet of Consequences, Stress.One

Dateline: Threadgill’s International Branch Office. Chatting with Eddie Wilson, the man who set up Willie Nelson’s First Fourth of July Picnic. At a later time, I’ll address the mental and physical reminders of that spectacular event. We could start with a study of the effects of second-hand pot smoke. But, it was Willie’s party.

Set-up: “Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.” Robert Louis Stevenson

Well, here I am at the banquet of consequences and I write about it, because, alas, I am not alone. (Here’s where you take a look in the mirror, or at More >

If You Can’t Find the Nutjob, You Are the Nutjob! Stress.

Dateline: Center Stage, HEB Grocery Store, There’s a woman over there. I think has escaped from somewhere.

Set-up: After buying supplies (Must read Nutjob, Part 1, to know exactly the list.) I stop at the end of the checkers counter and prepare to re-bag my groceries. You do that, right?

Because, you know how willy-nilly these baggers can be with their youth and devil-may-care attitude. Kids today.

That’s okay though. I don’t mind re-doing the job at the end of the counter next to the real bagger guy who isn’t, at this point, exactly my friend. (I think it had something to do More >

If You Can’t Spot the Nutjob? You Are the Nutjob. Stress.

If you can’t spot the nutjob, you are the nutjob. Stress.

There’s a nutjob in every crowd. If you can’t spot the nutjob, you are the nutjob.

Each of us has limits. Money, time, and energy are limited. (Maybe not money for Alex Rodriguez, the Manning family, and Madonna.) Love is unlimited, so we can throw it all around.

Remember the Basic Self—Pseudo Self dilemma? For most of us, when we are teens, we are willing to devote much of our money, time, and energy on our appearance or Pseudo Self. For most of us, the percentage we are willing to give up to More >

Five Things You Can Overhear in a Restaurant and Know You Are ‘Out of Your League’

Dateline: Cabo San Lucas Hilton International Branch Headquarters. Best value for obsessively collected Hilton points. Note: the real resort people wear something called “resort wear.” I took that to mean cargo shorts and flip-flops, so half right.

Set-up: Each of us has a basic self that rests deep inside. Our ethics, values, and beliefs. This is the part of us that we’ve formed based on “best thinking.” Makes us humans sound pretty great, right? Well, hang on. Each of us also has a pseudo self, that is the part of us that is formed by “emotional pressure from within ourselves, or More >

Stress. The Woman Who Couldn’t Stop Giving Her Opinion

Dateline: San Antonio Riverwalk La Mansion Hotel, Las Canarias Restaurant, International Branch Office. I once shared breakfast here with Jerry Seinfeld. Well, not exactly shared. It wasn’t like we were at the same table or anything. But he was eating from the buffet, I was eating from the buffet . . .

Setup: Do You Take Your Duty to Point Out What’s Wrong with World Seriously Enough?

Before continuing, please read the following out loud.

“I am as big a pain in the behind as every other person on the planet, if not worse. I More >

Madrid Death March, Final Episode, How to Cut Your Stress in Half

Dateline: Blistering Sidewalk, Madrid, Spain. All sorts of historical grandeur around. All I want is a deep bathtub and air-conditioning. To comprehend my lack of appreciation of Spain’s splendors, you must catch up with Episode I, Episode 2, Episode 3: One Wrong Decision Can Cost You Your Life!, and Episode 4: Lost in the Underworld, Episode 5, the Madrid Death Crawl.

Once I arose from the belly of the Madrid Metro, the thought crossed my mind that I could still hail a taxi. Chances were good that the taxi driver would know how to get to my destination. But then, as so often happens, More >