Did you realize that you only taste your food when you exhale while chewing?
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When you take a capsule by mouth, don't throw your head back to get it down, tip your head forward to bring it to the back of your throat to swallow. Remember: they float, so with your head forward, the surface of the water in your mouth will be near the throat, and that capsule will be bobbing happily away right at tonsil level.
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For us ladies with longer hair whose condition concerns us:
Only shampoo at the scalp--the rest of the hair shaft will be sufficiently cleaned when the shampoo and water rinse through. Repeated shampooing wears on the hair, drying it out over time. The less shampooing the better -- only the roots, where the oil glands are, need regular cleaning. And shampoo only as often as the maintenance of your image requires. Anything beyond that amounts to paying more money in a concerted campaign to wreck your hair. This is one thing our forefathers, lacking indoor plumbing, got right--less is more. And I would say skin and clothing are the same--washing dries the skin and breaks down the fibers in clothing. Less washing is a good thing.
If your hair tends to get greasy too soon, don't condition near the scalp-- just condition about halfway up the hair shaft. If this leaves static in the shorter parts around your face, (conditioner is a great static controller) rub the little bit left on your hands, after conditioning the ends, through those areas.
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You know that annoying little bit of ketchup or A1 or mustard stubbornly clinging to the bottom of the bottle or jar, resisting all attempts to coax it onto your food? Centrifugal force is your best friend in these tragic moments. Here is what you must do: making sure the cap is on securely (don't ask why I know this is so important), swing that jar back and forth quickly in a semi-circle, at arm's length, with the top pointed down. For those jarred products that have a lower viscosity (i.e., a little runny), this will drive most of the remainder up to the cap where you can forcibly remove it against its will.
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Why do we pay large companies for the 'privilege' of advertising their products on our clothing, cups, posters, and all other manner of name-brand products? Shouldn't they be paying us? To my mind, this is an absurd racket that we have accepted for years, and I, for one, I refuse to participate. If Nike wants me to display their cute logo or name on my clothing or shoes, they will have to approach me with a commission proposal.
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Clipping your cat's claws with nail clippers is easy and will spare you many scratches and ruined furniture. Pick a time when Fluffy is relaxed. Squeeze each toe until the claw comes out, then trim about 1/2 of the way up the skinny part. Too much closer and you'll nick the cuticle, which will guarantee Fluffy's violent resistance to this fun activity in the future. In my experience, even many older cats can be taught to tolerate this, although if you start off during kittenhood, so much the better.
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You know the current fad at stores to herd us into one long line at checkout, then waiting for the 'next available cashier' when we get to the front? Am I the only one who realizes this is not a time saver? They try to dupe us into believing that it is, but the simple laws of mathematics dictate that no matter how we line up while we wait -- one big line or ten small lines--if the number of cashiers is the same in both instances there is no advantage either way. The same number of people still have to check out through the same number of cashiers, and each cashier still has the same capacity for check-out volume, regardless of how those waiting happened to be arranged before they arrived at the register.
Here is the real reason, at least for some stores: they like to have you standing there with all the impulse-buy items displayed on either side of the line. That's it, pure and simple.
This may not be true for grocery stores, but they do it nevertheless. Our local grocery store tried this with much fanfare about "Save Time-One Line". Well, the third time I ended up in a line that trailed back through the dairy department and almost to the back of the store, (seriously interfering with shoppers trying to get into the dairy case) I complained long and hard and tried to explain (as only I can) the reality of this mathematical principle. I don't think that poor cashier cared at all about my distressed emotional state, but regardless, they returned to lines at each register within months. Life is so much better now, although I'm actively seeking the next unimportant thing to rant about--there seems to be a shortage of late.
More coming as I think of them.
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