Knees and Elbow Maintenance

One of the things we can't do as we age is ignore our changing bodies.  Our skin gets less taunt as we age and can appear to be darker in areas like our knees and elbows where there is extra skin.

To keep on top of this I do a bit of a scrub a few times a month that I will probably do more often as I age. I cut a lemon in half and then press it into some sea salt on a saucer.  I then scrub my elbows and knees with it adding more salt as needed.  I also hit my ankles.

When I get out of the tub I moisturize while my skin is still damp to the touch and every night I put Aquaphor on all the normally rough feeling spots before bed.

We simply must keep our stride stank.  Can't let these young girls think they got us beat.  LOL!

What do YOU do for your knees and elbows?

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Black People and the Fair Labor Standards Act

In the summer of 1938, President Franklin D. Roosevelt signed the Fair Labor Standards Act.  The act didn't give people much mind you...a minimum wage of .25 cents per hour and a 44 hour work week would be considered full-time, oh, and it abolished child labor.  

Even though this wasn't much, people with money fought against it tooth and nail.  In one of the President's fireside chats he said, "Do not let any calamity-howling executive with an income of $1,000 a day, tell you that a wage of $11 a week is going to have a disastrous effect on all American industry."

Sound familiar?

Big.Black.Scary

Big.Black.Scary

When I get mad, you can't tell me nothing.  You can't dangle a carrot in my face and think I'm going to take the carrot and settle down somewhere.  See...I expect certain things to be unfair and have prepared myself for disappointments so I don't get that darn mad often...but when I get mad fo' real?  POOT.YOU.

Seems to me, this is what's going down in Ferguson right now.  People are mad.  FO.REAL.MAD.  Not the kind of mad where you can have a good meal and get over it after a back rub...but the kind of mad that will make you skip a meal or two because dammit...you're tired.