Incredible News....

Here is the information I was talking about on the air about diabetes...

Dr. Henry Daniell, a University of Central Florida professor, and his team of 20 biomedical researchers have worked for five years, experimenting with genetically modified lettuce and it's affect on diabetes patients.  They have come up with what they believe is a cure for diabetes.  "This would not only be a cure, but also an inexpensive cure," Daniell said.  A person with diabetes is sentenced to a lifetime of needles and careful monitoring of their blood sugar levels.  "I believe that it's going to be a very significant advancement and so far there has been no permanent cure for diabetes," said Daniell.  "This is the first time the root cause of the problem, the immune disorder, is tackled,"  Genetically modified lettuce is grown in a lab at UCF,  A leaf is placed in a machine and injected with with the human gene for insulin.  "We can really be happy that we have made progress that helps a society,, especially large numbers of peopl e," said Daniell.  For people living with diabetes, the find is a major breakthrough.  Daniell said he has been stunned by the response.  He's received thousands of e mails and phone calls, mostly from Florida residents.  Daniell first tested his insulin-producing lettuce on mice, and the results were shocking.  "By the end of the study, the diabetic mice had normal blood and urine sugar levels," Daniell said.  "And their cells were producing normal levels of insulin."   He said the results occurred after eight weeks of treatment.  Daniell said if human trials, which are now underway, are successful, it would impact millions of diabetics worldwide and provide a permanent and affordable cure for the disease.  His team has found a way to grind the lettuce down to a fine green powder that can be distributed in the form of a capsule, which helps regulate the dosage.  Daniell is currently conducting clinical trials with a majo r pharmaceutical company.  If all goes well, Daniell said this cure for diabetes could be made available to millions of people in four years.

I don't know the source of this story but if you google Dr. Daniell and diabetes you will find many articles about this.  This is INCREDIBLE news for diabetics!

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Let's Hear it for the Boys....

I don't know what it is but I love to hear from people in my past.  Whether it's that dark haired, big eyed girl I met at the 4-H building, or an old drinking buddy.  Like yesterday when I checked my MySpace account and there was a message from a guy inquiring about whether I had graduated with him.  He said if he didn't ring a bell to just ignore the message.  Well, I did recognize him.  He was a guy with whom I had become quite close to almost in an intimate way.

It's not what you think.  Although he has had his hands in my crotch quite a few times, it was more of a necessity than by choice.  His name is Mark Kershaw.  A guy that I went to Westbrook Junior High with and played football with through much of high school.  He was the quarterback and I was his center. 

I reminded him in a reply that made sure he had reached the correct fellow Westside graduate.  I reminded him that one time I had ripped the crotch out of my uniform during practice and Mark got closer than usual to  "the boys".  The coach made us finish the practice before I could do something about the gaping hole in my pants and the complimentary air conditioning. 

After that practice I felt like Mark and I should at least be going steady.  But we eventually drifted apart.  I felt so used and betrayed.  (sigh)  By the way, Mark, John (Sternad) and I got drunk together our first time in John's brother's dorm room in Harper Hall on the University of Nebraska campus at age 15.  It was Boones Farm I believe.  Mark and I have history!!!

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A Picture is Worth...less!

I am so excited!  The radio station I talk to myself on every morning is getting it's own website.  Of course, part of that is featuring the on air people.  In trying to find pictures of myself to put on the website I have discovered exactly how photogenic I'm not.  You've heard the phrase "A face for radio"?  BINGO!!!

When they say the camera can add twenty pounds, I look at my pictures and have to wonder how many cameras were pointed at me.  I also think it's kind of wierd that I'm slowly going blonde.  People love to have their picture taken with me because I make everyone else look so good.  It's like if you're a little plump, hang out with the biggest guy you know so he makes you look smaller.  Whay can't I find anyone bigger than me? 

Except for Mr. X.  I will have to get his pic on the website.  He is famous for looking like his picture was taken looking into a doorknob.  I've noticed both Mr. X and I have larger foreheads than we used to.  What causes your forehead to get bigger as you get older?  Probably the same thing that causes your ear lobes to eventually rest on your shoulders.  As I lose hair on my head it seems to be coming out everywhere else.  Stacy pulled a toupee' out of my ears the other day in the car.  My old boss in Kansas City had a toupee' growing on the bridge of his nose.  I often wondered if he ever noticed it?  I know everyone who looked at him did!

Growing older gracefully apparently isn't in the cards for me.  The only thing we have left are fond memories of our youth.  Things like when running a hairbrush through your hair made a difference   Now if you're  running your hands through my hair, it means you're massaging my back. 

Do you know when you're officially over the hill?  You become invisible to teenage girls! 

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Drunk Dialed again...

I was minding my own business recently, which is unusual for anyone in my family, when my sister drunk dialed me from a casino outside of Omaha.  (Omaha was dumb enough to vote out casinos also)  In her stupor she apparently realized that I had told her about my ride with the Blue Angels but had not written about it.  I know, this is something that bothers me quite a bit when I'm out having a good time.  Did I mention that my sister drunk dialed me over this?

So here's the story....The Blue Angles were in Wichita, not to visit our lovely casinos, but to put on an air show at McConnell Air Force Base.  We had several of the fellas in the station to promote the air show on the radio station when they asked if any of us wanted to go for a ride later.  Four of us said yes and headed out to McConnell.  We were going to get a ride on the Angel's C-130, which apparently is a hot rod cargo prop jet.  We didn't get to ride in the FA 18 apparently because our asses were too big.  Pilots are a small breed of man to be able to fit in the little jet.  I guess us DJ's were blessed with larger size for more important matters. (wink wink)

So, after waiting an hour we finally get lined up and the pilot steps on the gas, or whatever, and holds it to the floor for the entire nine minute flight which took place only 50 feet above people's houses and he only lets up on it after he slams us back into the concrete on the runway.  And that was our flight.  Had we been in a car he would have rolled it twenty two times and left it with an empty tank of gas.  I hadn't had that much excitement and noise since my last Loverboy concerrt!  Come to think about it, the Loverboy concert was pretty good!!!

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Curing Evil....

Kansas is such a hoot to live in.  Right now the debate over whether to allow a casino to go in near or in Wichita is taking place and the fine folks of Wichita will vote on it tomorrow.

This reminds me of when I first moved to Wichita in 1981.  You could not walk into a bar and just get a drink.  You had to be a member of "The Club", which cost you $10, then you could order a drink.  You had to pay this fee at every bar where you wished to consume an adult beverage.  Kansas authorities were afraid if you could just walk in and drink everyone would become raging alcoholics causing all the problems raging alcoholics cause.  You know, rampant afternoon sex, projectile vomitting in public, and yes, excessive urination.  The Attorney General at that time wouldn't even let an airline serve drinks while flying over Kansas airspace.  What a great image for a state with an image problem!  The people in those planes were glued to their windows looking for the conestoga wagons and buffalo down below.  How silly is that?  Everyone knows that stuff is out in western Kansas! 

We could if we were so inclined, go to establishments in the middle of fairly normal neighborhoods however and have totally naked women serve us lunch.  At least that's what I heard.  I don't know personally. 

So, instead of going into a bar and buying a single beer or cocktail, people would go to the liquor store and buy a 6 pack and sit in their car and drink it.  You needed a 12 pack if you were on a date to go make out behind the oil well.  That made perfect sense to me!

Now, there's a chance that casinos could come to town.  Everybody knows that when a casino comes to town, children start disappearing, our pets are abused, people stop going to church, we all become alcoholics and we all become addicted to gambling,  spending our entire paychecks at the casinos, where the mafia bosses send it to some mafia town somewhere else and our town benefits nothing.  We become a vast wasteland and the casino bosses get rich and steal our women for their own evil purposes.  Geeeeez!

Thank God we just voted in Sunday liquor sales so we can drown our sorrows! 

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