No pretense. This is a Fantasy Football entry.
I still hate fantasy football. I am the only person in America to NOT win his league every year they've ever played. At the end of last season, I wrote this...
Hi-Ho, the Dairy-O
The James Gang in the Dells.
Growing up, my family never got to the Wisconsin Dells for a variety of reasons... not the least of which is that we were so poor that we stood outside the Kentucky Fried Chicken to lick other people's fingers.
Of puppies, warm mittens and dry underwear
I have this friend, I'll call her "Someone-Else's-Sugar-Na". She is cute as the Dickens. And recently, she needed a new purse, as the zipper ripped off of the old one.
I'm the Man in the Box
As I look through the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel's web site trying to find the review from the Alice in Chains concert (that I attended last night), I wasn't sure there ever was a concert. I understand that in the last run of corporate buy-out, most of the Entertainment department left, but to go on as if nothing ever happened is a little disappointing.
Obama-care could have killed My-Sugar-Na
I will give no details other than to detail the following...
- My-Sugar-Na has been battling a specific problem and seeing a specialist for 1-1/2 years.
- A new symptom developed last week Wednesday, so she called her specialist.
- She saw the specialist in the office last week Thursday, and ordered two tests.
- Those tests were done last week Friday.
- On Saturday, she developed a complication and went to a walk-in clinic, which transferred her to the emergency room.
- Today (on Wednesday) she was scheduled to meet with a different doctor to discuss the results and determine the next course of action.
- That doctor determined that the visit was not necessary, so she met her specialist today to discuss what to do next.
