Tired of the Nanny State
For those of you griping that for the last couple of months, all I've done was talk about bowling, baseball or Las Vegas, here's something to chew on.
What the fat cats at the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel won't tell you...
(Side note; [Extra side note; starting a post with a side note is very unique. That's what makes this writer - in this writer's opinion - very cool. Even my mom thinks I'm cool. Right, Mom?] the blogging software has not been running smoothly. This blog was originally meant to post Friday morning, but when I couldn't get on the server, I saved it. Then later on Friday I had an even better idea for a post but still couldn't get on the server. So that one is being saved until next Friday (when you see it, you'll understand). But obviously the server is all better now. So sit back, and pretend I posted this Friday morning at 8:00 AM).
A cobbled together semi-rant
1) When you are driving on the freeway in the snow and the rest of the traffic is going 45 MPH, then YOU should go 45 MPH or else get off the freeway. If you are afraid to maintain freeway speeds in the snow, park the car in the garage and take the bus. Along those lines, JS Online had a poll question that asked what annoys people most after a snowfall, fast drivers or slow drivers. It was a dumb question, it should have asked "which drivers are more dangerous in the snow, fast drivers or slow drivers?" Slow drivers are far more dangerous because everyone is trying to go around them causing cars to slide while switching lanes, and causing the pokey drivers to panic and drive even slower. I was behind a car with an easy to memorize vanity plate. I won't call out her car here, but if I ever get stuck behind her and find that she is soley causing a traffic disaster on I-894 southbound between the Zoo and the Hale again, I will identify her.
This blog is on hiatus
The singular, A-number-1, positively, absolutely most important time in a young man's life is upon us. For that reason, I can't blog for awhile.
Blown away by Cheer Day
Some time in 2007, (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Daughter, Gooey, and (Sponsor's Name Here)'s Official Stepdaughter, Sloppy, concocted Cheer Day. Conveniently held in conjunction with Sloppy's birthday party, Cheer Day was to be a day when the two girls thrilled us with their repartee of cheers and dances. However, Gooey had broken her arm in the week leading up to Cheer Day, and on the big day wasn't feeling well. In other words, the First Annual Cheer Day fizzled.
The heartbreak of Golfer's Elbow
Last week Friday (January 11th), I had surgery on my right elbow. The first time I had a twinge in my elbow was in Januray 2005. At that time, I had bowled three nights a week for a few years, but I was only bowling one night a week for the beginning of that seaon. I was asked to bowl in a new league for the second half of that season, and on the very first night on this new team I felt a twinge in my elbow. Not that it really hurt, because that same week I bowled a career-high 847 series at Bluemound Bowl (which included two 300 games).
