First off, thanks for all the well wishes regarding my grandmother. Unfortunately, she is still not well and in fact seems to be getting worse even though the doctors do not seem to know why. I have always been extremely close to my grandma and it pains me to see her in this condition.
Speaking of doctors I think mine must have taken out a life insurance policy with himself as the benefactor, cause his trying to make me healthy is killing me. I won't go into all the detail again but many of you know about his mission to make me lose 55 pounds. Also my good cholesterol was too low so I have been on a variety of medications to help bring that number up. None of them have worked and twice I have had adverse reactions.
Well, make that three times. Early this morning, around 5 AM I woke up. My skin felt as if there were bugs crawling just beneath the surface and every last inch of me burned as if I had a serious sun burn. I threw the covers back, sat up a bit disoriented, put my glasses on, and eventually stumbled off the the bathroom. Jennifer sat up in bed and ask what was wrong. I mumbled something incoherent and proceeded to drain my over full bladder. I remember thinking two things. One, I felt light headed, two I needed to go into the kitchen and get an ibuprofen since my doctor has said taking one with the pill should help alleviate any side affects.
I made it a couple of steps and boom. I hit the floor HARD. My wife said I fell like a tree without even trying to catch myself. My glasses cut the bridge of my nose and I have a swollen bruised left cheek as well as a sore arm and elbow on that same side. On the plus side I did clean off the bathroom counter in record time on the way down.
But enough about the wonders of modern medicine. How about another edition of RIDDLE ME THIS? Okay this is actually a recycled old post, but only about three people read this blog back when I first posted it, and especially with the addition of Phats to my readership I though it would get a better, and more varied responses this time.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Give me a C ... for confused
Give me a C ... for confused
Have you ever heard of a referee competition? Follow me on this. Can you picture a bunch of guys standing out in some field, clad in their trusty black and white stripes competing to see how high they can throw a yellow flag? Me neither, but it might sound something like this if ESPN televised such an event.
"Boy Howdy Jim. Look at Frank Jones go. He's really on his A game today. I've never seen anyone signal false start with such zest."
"You said it Biff. He got a full 720 on that rotation. And his form was flawless."
Ridiculous right? Nobody cares how well a ref looks while he throws a flag or signals a penalty, so what would be the point of having them compete just for the sake of competition? Refs only have value as long as they are needed to police an actual game. I couldn't agree more.
So why in the world do we have cheerleader competition? What are they cheering for? And who are they leading in these supposed cheers? Here in Amarillo we have at least two "organizations" that girls or guys of all ages can join and cheer. Not for sports teams, but in cheer competitions. Why?
Somebody please explain this to me. I know someone will take offense to this and claim my attitude towards this is sexist, but really I don't think that is the case. To me it is more a case of putting the cart before the horse. It would be like having a Zamboni driver competition based on how pretty of turn they make at each end of the ice, when his real job is to lay a decent sheet down so the game can proceed. Or to take the analogy out of the arena, Like judging a conductor on how well he flings that little stick around(yes I'm aware that description makes me sound like a hick) instead of how well the symphony plays.What's your opinion on this? I suspect most of you will disagree, but that's okay. I can live with rejection. I'm a writer.