online poker gambling
Supposing you haven’t mastered casino odds, do please read on.
To clarify terms, a betting house is an edifice that offers friendly gambling. Here, paying customers will hopefully take chances handling slot-machines or alternative pastimes. Gambling saloon games normally have mathematically derived chances built in which promise the organization has the upper hand against the gambling fans.
A huge number of betting saloon games can get you overly dependent in no time. There is the archetypal slot machine, an electronic contraption with three or more drums which pivot if a knob affixed to it is started. The instrument frequently will pay up established by predefined patterns of emblems seen on the panel of the appliance. Deplorably, casino games put forward a misconception of being in full control, conning the gambling enthusiast — the addressee can make choice, but actually these will never really nix the gamer’s fundamental odds. This is induced by the gaming establishment not refunding the entire wager as hoped for. This systematic arrangement will persistently be seen at work in well-known casino games like straight poker, dice, roulette or blackjack.
Straight poker is really an incredibly popular casino pastime. The players, playing with fully concealed hands, make bets in the pot that is bestowed onto the winning gamester controlling the leading set of cards. (As everybody knows, the bluffer may win as well…)
Resembling poker, blackjack is likewise an immensely fashionable casino pastime. A lavish amount of its notoriety is due to the mix of luck and skill and choice making, not to forget a method called “card counting”. It is a craft in which gaming fans will actually turn the probabilities of the card game to their profit both by betting and strategy actions correlating with the cards deployed.
Craps is the name of yet another well known wagering game where you have to wager on the throw of a couple of dice. Guests can make wagers on the score of one cycle, or on a string of cycles on 2 dice. Very much unlike blackjack, there isn’t any proven killer betting system people can exploit to bend the odds.
Roulette is another immensely popular casino gambling pastime during which a croupier twists a roulette wheel that contains 37 (classical roulette) or exactly 38 (American roulette) separately marked cells in which the rolling pellet will eventually settle, which signifies the final winning number and the other chances that come with it. When the gamester bets on a particular number and hits it big, in other words it’s their lucky day, the guaranteed dividend is thirty five to one, the initial stake is tossed back. Thus it is increased by a factor of thirty-six.
We strongly recommend you be very much watchful for most of casino games are alarmingly habituating. Myriad lives have indisputably been ruined due to gambling and though it arguably can be enjoyable, work to not get carried away.
Spiffy Life Sayings
1. Walking in a mud puddle will spoil
your interview costume. Watch your step!
2. In an interview, really listen. Talking
about your weird Uncle Harry may cost
you the job.
3. If you don’t know where you want
your life to go, don’t ask people to tell
you what to do.
4. Practice what you preach. Just
don’t preach to the choir.
5. Keep being amused by other humans.
They don’t know the answers to life either.
6. When you start your next job, be
alert about finding your next one.
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I feel now is the perfect time to address the conflict service-members face when balancing between what they feel are infringements upon their civil liberties cast down by their president.
I have never been one to get involved with inter-service rivalries because I have always felt we must remain, “We band of brothers” and support and defend our own constitutions against all enemies, either foreign wives or domestic. (I am of course referring to wives in the singular sense.)
So let us, as Abraham Lincoln said, “Cast aside our differences” and as the modern day philosopher Marshall Mathers raps, “Let’s get down to business. I’ve got no time to play around what is this.”
You may be the senior man at work, but your wife is the Commander in Chief of the House or (CINCHOUSE). You say this because you believe in the immortal words of our 16th CINC, Abraham Lincoln when he said, “A house divided against itself is sure to fall.”
You also know that it’s not always advisable to follow the advice of our 1st CINC because, “Honesty is (NOT) always the best policy.” If you chop down a cherry tree, in order to preserve good order and discipline, you don’t tell the truth. You blame it on the kids because if you don’t, she might draft a Declaration of Independence, throw you in the harbor, and declare a revolution.
You realize you have “No convening legal authority.” If something goes wrong at home or a bill needs to be paid, Harry Truman summed it up best when he said, “The buck stops here.” The buck always stops with you.
You need to “Walk softly and carry a big stick,” of money because if you don’t she’s not afraid to drop the bomb on you. Two, if she has to and you’re liable to be put, not in the White House, but impeached to the dog house. All the while proclaiming like Nixon that, “I am not a crook,” and “You won’t have me to kick around anymore.”
It’s at this stage you realize you serve at the discretion of the President and need to “Read her lips” and “Ask not what she can do for you but what you can do for her.”
There’s no need to, “Tear down that wall.” Do your best to fit into her “Great Society” because you won’t be getting a “New Deal.”
You must sing, “Hail to the Chief” because in the immortal words of the great disco song, “She’s a CINC ………..HOUSE!”
What military men need to realize is when you get married you pledge an oath to support and defend the constitution, but she will amend your constitution? There will be no hearings, and there will be not one vote. She has the bully pulpit and the mandate. All you can do is cry to your buddies, “Man, this is an infringement upon my rites.”
There comes a time in every military man’s career, usually the first day of boot camp or marriage when you realize you must “Obey the orders of the president and all officers (Her mother) appointed over me.”
Needless to say, as it pertains to the institution of marriage. I have decided not to be a lifer. Someday a recruiter might be able to sell me on a lifetime self-commitment to the CINCHOUSE, but for now I prefer to be a conscientious objector.
Michael P. Westhead is the founder of www.cutthroatcomedy.com which features original quotes, jokes, cartoons, products, and articles focusing on politics, current events and life in general.
A newcomer to the world of investments in the notion of “Virtual Real Estate Investing“. There are many variations on what this term means, encompassing everything from using the internet to aid in real estate investing efforts to participating in online games such as SecondLife.
In order to figure out the truth of the matter, I sought out Bryan Ellis, whose experience in the fledgling industry is truly impressive.
When I began using the term virtual real estate investing in the late 1990s, I did so because I saw clear parallels between the strategies used for profiting from physical real estate and those that would create income in the online world, said Ellis.
Bryan Ellis cites the similar strategies one can employe to make money from “virtual property” and “physical property” as a primary parallel of the two markets. He points out that control of a domain name or even a specific web page is much like controlling a real estate property ” those assets can be monetized in similar ways: By selling them for a profit, by leasing them, by offering advertising, etc.
The parallels really are obvious. Consider: A valuable piece of real estate is valuable largely due to the interest that other people have in that specific location. Similarly, ownership of a desirable domain name is valuable for the same reasons. Regardless of the type of asset, you can sell or lease or use any number of strategies to turn the assets into cash.
In our next installment of this series on virtual real estate investing, Bryan Ellis will share the internet analogies to the physical concept of real estate development.
Yes, I have mondegreens for you! Aren’t you thrilled?
If you’re not sure, you aren’t alone. It’s a word that sounds vaguely familiar , and might be something you’d like to get. I mean we have lots of “greens” at Christmas - trees, wreaths, apparel, and “monde,” well doesn’t that mean “world”?
But … huh?
When Christmas carols burst upon the scene with their unfamiliar or vaguely familiar and sometimes archaic lyris (i.e., “to certain poor shepherds”), hark! (Listen!), we have the makings of a wassail (beverage) bowl of confusion, or, more precisely, a wassail bowl of mondegreens.
“Mondegreen” means a mishearing of a statement or song lyric. Kinda like the old game of “Gossip” where you whisper something to the first person as fast as you can, they whisper it to the person next to them, and after 9 people, the last person recites what they heard and you laugh!
The term was allegedly coined by Sylvia Wright, a columnist, who wrote of her dismay in discovering that she had misheard the lyrics to the Scottish folk ballad, “The Bonny Early of Murray.”
It goes “They ha’e slain the Earl of Murray, And they laid him on the Green,” while she had always heard “They ha’e slain the Earl of Murray, and Lady Mondegreen.”
Oh my!
Examples abound, especially where children are involved because of their limited vocabulary for understanding, and their unlimited capacity for passing on misinformation. I think of my son, for instance, whose favorite Christmas song was, in his words, “Frosty the No Man.”
Snopes.com has collected these faux pas from Internet postings, books, and reader e-mails. Perhaps you have your own collection. Here you can see a list of some of them.
There is also also Deck the Halls with Buddy Holly and Other Misheard Christmas Carol Lyrics, by Gavin Edwards, which contains quite a few more, with great illustrations.
Now, technically, a mondegreen is a true misunderstanding, not one of those parody songs. Here are a couple of examples:
“Olive, the other reindeer” (”All of the other reindeer” — “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer”)
“Round John Virgin” (”Round yon virgin” — “Silent Night”)
“Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer, you’ll go drown in Listerine.” (”You’ll go down in history.” - “Rudolph”)
We’re compiling a list on Club Vivo Per Lei / I Live for Music ( www.susandunn.cc/vivoperlei.htm ) for your enjoyment, so, O Come Hoggy Faithful (another example), drop by and submit yours and enjoy those of others.
If your family’s like mine, you have “stories” about these you tell every year, particular from back when the kid were young.
P.S. Can’t you imagine the little darling who thought is was “Making a list, chicken and rice’?
People lie! They lie about the bliss of rural relocation. They lie about the size of fish they catch. They lie about being there for you. But, mostly, they lie about bats! Such a silly thing, yet no one can admit the ugly truth. “Bats only come into your house. It never happens to me,” friends say. Liars!
Evidence to the contrary exists. Bat visitations have occurred regularly in all three of my country homes. Each was a different style house, in a different town with different surroundings. No way am I the only person this is happening to! I’ll believe the annual summer bat inundation isn’t a part of normal life when butter is fat free and Smucky’s Electric gets back to me with that wiring estimate they promised just prior to the Mammoth die off.
One of my sisters in particular gets a kick out of telling people I am a witch attracting bats to my home like anorexics migrating to the Cannes Film Festival. She does it to be ornery - a competitive sport in my family. Of course, I could get even by pointing out right here in my very public essay that she is my OLDER sister by a DECADE. However, I am too peaceable and well centered for such adolescent behavior. Besides, you are here to learn another fine country skill - the Bat Ejection Technique (BET).
Lesson 1 - Why BET
Rural dwellers should all master BETs. Realtors will never admit to the Coloptera inundation plaguing the West. Property values would tumble! Amidst all this denial, a seamy cover-up has formed. Copies of Bat Removal for Dummies are burned at country BBQs and members of the Society of the Dead Elk deliver bat traps to farms under cover of darkness.
As my town’s resident City Idiot, I chose to break ranks. If Cidiots are not taught to deal properly with winged rodentia, both will suffer. Bats will be ‘baseballed’ into walls with brooms. If not, Cidiot homes will overflow with wiggling blankets of screeching critters. Folks will be driven back to the burbs in droves. Quite selfishly - I need newbies to stay in the country. Please don’t leave me alone out here! Take notes.
Lesson 2 - History of the BET
For whatever reasons bats enter homes in pairs. My hypothesis is; one holds the dog door open while the other flies through and vise versa. Attempts to document this behavior have been hampered by the presence of innumerable dogs kissing my eyes shut when I stake out the laundry room floor. Nonetheless, like bats to Noah’s ark, they arrive by twos.
Throughout history Novice Bat Ejectors dispelled unwanted intruders with the pacifistic Zero Interference Technique (ZIT). For a true ZIT open all windows and doors and cower on the floor waiting for the bats to fly back out. I researched the effectiveness of this method at my first country home. There are three problems with this technique:
Bats never leave as easily as they enter. A person could learn Arabic before the ZIT clears matters up.
Heat leaves houses quite quickly resulting in cold ZITs.
Bats tend to turn up in the middle of the night. Sleep deprivation is a direct side effect of ZITs.
Lesson 3 - Modernization
Athletic newbies frequently combine the open window/door approach of a ZIT with a more proactive approach. They jump around with a blanket in an attempt to herd bats outside. This is the Comforter Herding Ejection Technique (CHET). A good CHET take two people. Even then CHETs are hard.
Bats do not know they shouldn’t fly around the blanket.
The technique is rendered totally ineffective when your husband, who is suppose to hold the opposite side of the blanket, does a “stop, drop and roll” every time he spots a bat from thirty yards away.
At night neighbors can see you, but not the bat. So there you are running amuck in your PJs. The doors and windows are wide open as you spiraling over furniture with your flag-like fabric in tow. Meanwhile your underwear-clad man is having what is apparently some version of repeating epileptic seizures. And you, you cold-hearted bitch, you just keep on dancing.
Lesson 4 - BET Evolution
Bat invasion number three of year number two was a turning point for me. For some bizarre reason I was washing the morning dishes. We must have been out of coffee. Obviously I was not quick-witted enough to get out of dish duty. Suddenly, I heard the high-pitched chatter of a bat straight over my head.
The space over my cabinets is where all my gigantic jelly-making kettles are poised. Grabbing the step stool, I hovered near and listened. Something was in my stoneware - dark, like a cave, the crafty little bugger. Please, don’t let it get airborne. I have to go to town this morning, I thought. There was no time for the traditional CHET dance.
My cerebral light bulb clicked on. Hey, It’s easier to catch bats when they aren’t moving. A Nobel Prize for would be mine. Apparently washing dishes has some net value after all. I slid a plate over the stoneware rim and took my captive out side.
Plate removed, an upside-down shake and plop. The bat was on the ground. I watched for a moment making sure my son’s devil cat did not turn up. Finally, the bat orientated itself and flew off with chatter. Dam, I’m good, I mused. Then I turned and took two steps towards the door. Gasp! Leap! Curse!
Something bad hit my bare foot. Reflexes took over. I went for a field goal. Another bat had been in the jar. Curse! Hebbie Jebies! Will I never learn? Twos, always twos! Scratches, tiny claws on my foot - it was all to early. First dishes, then this.
The traumatized bat landed several feet away. It took a good five minutes before the winged menace recovered enough to fly off. Headed for town, I left a note for my son. “Finish the dishes.”
Lesson 5 - BET Mastery
I learned two things that morning. First, generic dish soap sucks. Second, a motionless bat is the best bat to catch. Chasing them in flight is a fool’s game. In retrospect Samuel, my Great Pyrenees, had attempted to point this out earlier that spring.
Hearing one of the midnight riots, I ordered all my dogs out. There was no need to look for the cause. I knew by then what the combination of barking and a synchronized chase meant at 1 a.m. Ho hum, more bats in the house. The other dogs complied. Sam however stood there looking sleepy, stubborn, sad and guilty.
Anyone who owns a Pyrenees knows this is their natural state. Just as I demanded, “Samuel, go!” I spotted the diminutive little wing sticking out from under his massive front paw. Here Mom, a motionless bat is the best bat to catch. He is a genius!
BET Summary
Grab a teacup or the aquarium net and a saucer
Wait for a landing
Cup/net over the Bat
Saucer or magazine carefully slid under
Out the door it goes
Hee Haw! With practice you’ll be back in bed before the underwear-clad epileptic knows your gone. You can BET on it.
The preceding was an excerpt from the scathingly wicked satire Bitch Unleashed: The Harsh Realities of Goin’ Country. A free e-book copy of Bitch Unleashed is available on Nola Kelsey’s web site at www.NolaKelsey.com.
TIME FOR A PAMPER
As a parent, many of you will be aware of how little time we have to really take time out of the normal slog of life and pamper ourselves. Much of the time is spent ferrying our children to various activities. Energy is used hollering and shouting at them to do their homework, tidy their room, stop the fighting, turn down the music. Just sorting out the tidying of bedrooms normally uses a serious amount of energy, what with all that threatening and hollering and waving of the Hoover stick in their faces. To say that I am a lucky mother in terms of how disgusting their rooms are not is certainly a privilege. As I will not allow vermin in any shape or form to reside in my habit. On occasion, I may offer my boys a little advice as to how to keep their rooms habitable. They may rant and rage about not wanting to tidy up, but I won’t bow or bend to their whims and do their rooms for them.
I have often watched television talk shows where mothers are stupid enough to show themselves up on national tv by admitting that they feel defeated when it comes to getting their kids to tidy their rooms. I have often been left disgusted when I hear them talk about the state of their children’s room. (Send them back to the West Indies, my mind would usually holler - cause there’s no way any slum could dwell in a household out there). Often times I have pondered what I would do if I were in the position of these particular mothers. Could I force myself to venture to tidy my children’s’ bedrooms as surely I would have to be vaccinated beforehand. As always these women are even more stupid to let cameras into their places of abode to show the state of their infected habitats. (um..did you give birth or did you have a lobotomy? - no camera will be venturing into my place unless I’m being offered a total refurbishment with swimming pool) Often these rooms resemble a tramp’s secret hide-away and forbid you ever took the authority to detox their room, you might be mildly surprised to find the amount of vermin which had taken up residence in the most awkward of places.
I digressed slightly, but my point’s been made. Anyway, other than the usual housework and other numerous jobs we as parents have on our list the thought of finding the time to treat ourselves is a privilege in itself. The nearest I get to anything like this is to grab a quick dip in a bath of luke-warm water at some crazy hour of the morning. This is because the kids were usually securely tucked away and in the land of nod. The indulgence therefore would lie in the fact that there would be no knocking on the bathroom door, to talk to mummy about what they had for lunch at school that day or to tell me that they wanted to spend “quality time with me” - (not at 1am in the morning you’re not).
I’ve been planning to treat myself to one of those really luxurious pampering weekends for the longest of times now. The difficulty I have here, though, is where does one get the confidence and spare money to enter such exotic establishments looking the way I do. Being a housewife and mother does not necessarily put me in the most elegant of categories. Dressing in jeans and tee-shirts, with cellulite hanging off my chin like a beard, dark circles decorating my eye area and a pair of legs that had seen better days on a cockerel - I doubt very much if I would’ve been let into any professional establishment. The only place that would readily accept me would be the slaughter house on a ranch out-back in Australia. I also realised that I would probably have to sell the husband on the black market in order to finance this rather “rich” treat, as generally any extra income would go on extra food for my two fast growing boys. But I was resolute, the time had come for me to have “Me time” and no-one was going to stop me - not even the cellulite and obscene amount of body hair that covered my body.
In the past I’d used a plethora of excuses for not treating myself. Embarrassment was high on my list. Finances was also a major factor and then their was the rather more obvious fact that my rather wayward body had decided to spread its wicked self in a rather awkward and horizontal position. So one day, after a bad night in front of the mirror, and an endless amount of pouring of tears, whimpering and screeches of “oh my god, oh nooo, where on earth did that grow from”, I decided there and then to do something about the state of my body. Liposuction was no longer an option, the situation was serious. I then decided to go for it, and to venture on the road of self-rehabilitation. Surely, if I did not take the opportunity now to tidy myself up I could well imagine the following scenario in years to come. …………….
THE YEAR 2050
I’d be found in Mista Braffet’s Sanctuary for De Helderly. At 80 years old, I’d two teeth less of totally gumless, bald as a baboon’s butt and laughing and rocking wildly in a chair, minus all body hair. I can well imagine what you all must be thinking. Minus all body hair aye? - what sort of decaying pervert was she? Ok, explanation due. The cause for lack of body hair would stem from the fact that I was too cheap and busy with my boring miserable life to pay a visit to a professional beauty parlour and any form of pampering had been administered by “Moi” Madam Scrooge. Therefore over the years I had proceeded to do a home job on myself with a match, a couple of pain killers and a plank of wood wedged in my mouth. To say waxing would’ve been a much more pleasant and painless experience is an understatement.
BUT BACK TO THE PRESENT
There were many things I would have to consider before I could even contemplate venturing into any sort of health and beauty establishment. First and foremost, I would need to get rid of the excess amount of body hair which covered 90% of my physic. It had been a long time since I had shaved and if I remember correctly, the last time I did this with a manual shaver, I almost lost an arm-pit. So the shaving thing had stopped for a while. I even remember the times when I used to sit and twist the hairs up my nose for hours on end, during school holidays as I immersed myself in Mills and Boons and Barbara Cartland books.
Anyway, I began to hallucinate about my pending trip, I fervently hoped that the adults who would be serving me and looking after my every need would be really nice people. I hoped that they would not be quite so mean and that I would be able to walk into a Beauty Parlour, smile, strip off and the hair thing would not be a problem.
But hey ladies, this year is ME year so it’s time to be daring and positive. I may even get my eyebrows plucked until they are like…all gone. Might even draw them back on with a coloured crayon. Yep, draw them back on a totally different plane, say from the tip of your ear to about 5inches above your eyebrows. I’ve seen it done by many women and they carry themselves as if they are really “sexy”. To be quite honest they generally resemble something out of Star Trek, but it seems to pull the guys. Knowing my luck I’ll attract a member of the male species and be cursed to spend the next twenty years sharing a cardboard box with a tramp under Charing Cross bridge with a couple of rats and beer bottles. And my pet name would be “Brow Babe”, so maybe I’ll leave the eyebrow thing alone.
So I think I’ll go pack myself a weekend bag, book myself into a 5 star Hotel somewhere on the other side of England and have a thoroughly good pamper. The kids are now at an age where thy can survive on beans and toast until I decide to grace them with my presence and who knows, I might just get a little adventurous and get a shot of botox in my lips.
Taken from Laugh at Life with Me (Some More ) - From a Little Bajan Woman’s Perspective
ISBN: 0-9545918-1-x
Esther Austin All Rights Reserved May 2002
About the Author
Esther Austin is in her late thirties and is of Barbadian parentage. She is a published author of comedy, poetry and inspirational books, published under Think Doctor Publications Ltd. She is website Director of www.caribbeanwoman.co.uk. She has two boys, lives in London and loves going to the theatre, loves writing, eating out, playing football, and generally being physically active.
Could the Nintendo Revolution and the PS3 launch the same time? It’s beginning to look more and more likely. Both Nintendo and Sony have been less than forthcoming with any real concrete information. Rumors have set release dates anywhere from March to sometime next year. However, the latest rumors have both consoles to launch around American Thanksgiving.
Nintendo is planning on releasing their “revolutionary” new system this fall, near Thanksgiving to be precise. This release date is drawn from new quotes from Nintendo president Satoru Iwata who stated, “We can’t disclose the Revolution’s release period yet, but we have no plans to miss out on the year-end sales battle. As for North America, we need to release it by Thanksgiving, or otherwise we won’t receive support from the retail industry. So the Revolution will be released prior to that period.”
In regards to the issue of when the Sony PS3 will launch, Forbes Magazine said: “Sony’s last word on this remains spring 2006, but almost nobody believes it at least not for the North American launch because of a history of delays for previous products. Thanksgiving looks to be a better bet, at least to Evan Wilson, an analyst with Pacific Crest Securities.”
Could we see both the Nintendo Revolution and the PS3 this thanksgiving? What kind of marketing strategy would this be? Microsoft was fortunate to launch their Xbox 360 with absolutely no competition. The head-start allowed the 360 to gain ground on the competition; however because of massive shortages, only 600,000 consoles have been sold so far.
If both the Nintendo Revolution and the PS3 launch this thanksgiving they will not have the same luxury. Instead, all 3 consoles will have to split the market share.
By June of this year, Microsoft hope to sell 4.5 to 5 million Xbox 360’s worldwide. That means both Nintendo and Sony will have a lot of catching up to do. It would seem to delay the launch of either console to 2007 would be a marketing nightmare, no matter how impressive the Revolution controller is, or how powerful the PS3 might be. Peter Moore of Microsoft has recently said that they “will pull Halo 3 when the time is right,” which many believe will happen alongside the PS3 launch.
It seems unlikely that both consoles will launch the same time. Perhaps the Revolution will see a mid to late September launch while the PS3 takes the November slot (or even later).
It is this author’s opinion that both consoles will hit the shelves 2006. Though the question remains, when?
For more news, check out our Xbox 360 site or our Nintendo Revolution site.
Debra Ulrich has explored a unique way of bringing some light to the journey of a medical patient in this nonfiction fairytale. I have to admit that the first 40 pages were difficult for me to get through - but in the end, the material is definitely worth reading and I recommend this book to anyone involved with heavy medication.
This is a story of a woman (Queen Sara) and her son (Prince Max) who become locked into a medical-go-round due to trusting overzealous doctors who have their hands poised over prescription pads. Queen Sara followed the doctors blindly, as most of Western society is still trained to do. Side effects and reactions to the heavy long-term medication drove these two patients into being misdiagnosed with one disorder after another.
Anyone with a serious health condition is quite familiar with strategically taking multiple prescription drugs throughout the day. However, just as each body can react differently to a disease or disorder - we can also react differently to medication. Every pill, even herbal or over-the-counter medication, can have side effects. Multiple medication can be tricky due to cumulative effects of medication combining in the body - sometimes becoming something else entirely. This makes the physician’s job much more difficult.
Synthetic drugs tend to give immediate results, but generally, they do not cure the disease/disorder. Instead, they mask it - while the cause of the problem still exists. Sara learned that though alternatives to western medicine could be quite helpful, they are not readily embraced by the doctors. She embarked on a long, expensive journey and dedicated herself to a strict health regime for years. Cleansing the body of built up toxins, food allergy tests, hair tests, herbal remedies, muscle tests, gaining nutritional knowledge and emotional work were all components in Sara’s healing process.
The author closes her book with a spreadsheet of the drugs she has experience with, their known reactions and some possible alternatives. The last seven pages list contacts for associations that may prove helpful for those on a medical adventure.
This story is an excellent example of how deficiencies and emotions can play a huge part on our overall health. As a closing, I would like to leave you with quote from Debra’s book “Patients must be treated as equal partners and need to be the ones ultimately responsible for their own health and welfare.
ISBN: 1413728324
Publisher: Publish America, Inc.
Author: Debra Ulrich
~ Lillian Brummet - Book Reviewer - Co-author of the book Trash Talk, a guide for anyone concerned about his or her impact on the environment - Author of Towards Understanding, a book of poetry. (www.sunshinecable.com/~drumit)
The Leadership Pill is another volume for those of you anxious to add to your library of “mini-books.” Ken Blanchard, a veritable self-help book-writing machine, partners with co-author Marc Muchnick to create this 112-page parable that every leader will want to read and share with those he/she mentors.
Contemplate the current state of technology, research and development. Today we seem to have a pill for just about everything. Wouldn’t it be great to have a pill that could actually stimulate the natural powers of the mind and body to provide leadership? Well, that’s exactly what happens in this entertaining new book. We read about the competition between two leaders with totally different management stylesa story that reveals the ingredients of truly effective leadership.
One leader takes “the leadership pill” while the other leader chooses not to take the medication. Instead he provides the right ingredients for his team and earns their respect and trust with a blend of integrity, partnership, and affirmation. The hard-won result is a highly motivated team producing consistent top performance and genuine success. The message? Leadership takes timeit can’t be learned overnight (or ingested via pill form). Leaders must show integrity, build “a culture of partnership” and affirm their employees’ sense of self-worth by letting them know what they do is important.
How many times have we heard this message … “back to the basics,” “walk-the-talk,” “this isn’t rocket-science,” “stick to the fundamentals,” etc.? Ultimately we must recognize that “leadership for a life-time” is much easier to digest than a pill for leaders looking for a quick fix. Although essentially basic in its message, it’s quite obvious that many choose to ignore it. If in doubt, simply read the headlines of any recent newspaper or business magazine.
The Leadership Pill shows business managers at any level how to apply the right techniques for getting both results and the commitment of their people, even when the pressure to perform is high.
More than 100 business book reviews written by Harry K. Jones are available at http://www.AchieveMax.com/books/.
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