tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post5807158367427558551..comments2023-10-28T01:44:52.736-07:00Comments on My Recurrence: Life as an eighty year oldUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-32782199502805427622010-04-30T10:44:12.705-07:002010-04-30T10:44:12.705-07:00I don't understand the Chinese contribution, b...I don't understand the Chinese contribution, but I also get that on my blog. That guy (or woman) gets around! I enjoy/appreciate your blog, Michael. You're a great writer with a wonderful sense of humor. Keep the posts coming.<br /><br />danDan Consigliohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05898430014839187034noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-85808346898841160202010-04-16T16:45:39.462-07:002010-04-16T16:45:39.462-07:00I would be remiss if I did not address the fact th...I would be remiss if I did not address the fact that I have been outed by my own daughter. I would love to defend myself against her harsh accusations of my lifestyle and who I have become, but far too many of you know me too well. Instead, I must take the offensive and return fire. <br /><br />Katy is currently a junior at western illinois university. Yes I know it’s supposed to be capitalized, but I only know that because I didn’t go to school there. I always thought colleges and college kids were somewhat the same regardless of school or generation. Stupid drinking games, casual hook ups, a little studying here and there – it was all good. Here’s the thing. Stupid drinking games have been taken to a whole new level either by this generation or by the kids at wiu. Do I have any examples you ask? Hell yes I have examples. When Katy was home over winter break she and her friends introduced me to a game called stump. The general idea of stump is to take a hammer, spin it in the air, catch it and pound a big ass nail into a tree stump. If you catch the hammer and hit the nail the others drink, if you miss the hammer (which really sucks because your feet are generally right under it) or if you miss the nail, you drink. Simple enough. Sort of stupid actually, but here’s the thing, we played in January in my garage. That’s right, in my garage, not the woods, not out back of the house – in the garage. I know, you’re thinking, how is that possible, do you have a tree stump in your garage? If so, how did it get there? Was your house built around a tree? Nope, my house was not built around a tree although that does bring up fond memories of Paul’s Club for you UW folks out there. The stump arrived in the trunk of someone’s car. Think about this for a moment. This genius is driving around with a tree stump, not a small tree stump either, in his car. I am just trying to imagine the explanation for the cops if he gets pulled over and they search the car.<br /><br />As impressed as I wasn’t by stump, then Katy gives me a call a couple of weeks ago and says they are going to play Edward 40 Hands. Yeah, I thought the same thing, wtf is Edward 40 Hands. Amazingly enough it is a take off on the movie starring Johnny Depp. They couldn’t come with something using Pirates of the Carribbean right? Anyhow, the general idea is that each player duct tapes a 40 ounce beer to each of his/her hands. Neither can may be removed until both are empty. This brings up a couple immediate questions. First, what if a player has to relieve him or her self. Second, assuming each player has help taping the beer to his/her second hand, who helps the last player? Third, who the f--- came up with this game and why?<br /><br />Someday these same kids are going to be running the country. Scary thought, right? Don’t worry about it, it’s wiu, some day these kids will be working on a farm, collecting welfare or both.<br /><br />Hope you are doing well.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-62330772153833001942010-04-13T11:53:04.631-07:002010-04-13T11:53:04.631-07:00Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
My brain turns to m...Roses are Red<br />Violets are Blue<br />My brain turns to mush 30 minutes after I see you!<br />Just thought I would recite that, it was the best poem about chemo brain I ever recieved!!!drgnflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05589611720942448918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-51200930530151138742010-04-09T06:49:33.546-07:002010-04-09T06:49:33.546-07:00Here...this will make you laugh!!!
http://www.yout...Here...this will make you laugh!!!<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VW_qa6swnOM<br /><br />and then.....<br /><br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jVsdvElYcRg<br /><br />pure joy.......<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ysKAVyXi0J4<br /><br />a Cosby classic.....<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBqY6cJD3CE<br /><br />Funny Fudd...........<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u2OiRb9701o<br /><br />Elmo & friend<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kr9_5uZn6ds<br /><br />Ho ho ho...<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qnkxUKymB-k<br /><br />Dinner with the Dog.....<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f0KcJ9su_z4<br /><br />Punjab profanity<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=38TYBaGH43U<br /><br />Comedy by Carol B.........<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kIqofVwYi4I<br /><br />Tenderly..........<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UEjItbZ3S0o<br /><br />Peace be with you, dear Michael...<br />http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YzRjljiPON8Diannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04127788270231985408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-14167380335441350552010-04-02T15:11:32.871-07:002010-04-02T15:11:32.871-07:00Casey has been really big into travel baseball and...Casey has been really big into travel baseball and my Dad has been his coach for a couple of years now as you know. The occasional (more then occasional) fit will come from within the dugout that the good sportsmanship club would frown upon, but again, he’s Todd and we love him. Sometimes there’s cuss words thrown into the rant and it never fails to scare the shit out of every kid on the team. But now, the big tough guy on the field has a puppy that I stupidly purchased at school and was unable to keep due to an allergic roommate, so Mr. Macho Mean Guy cuddles on a nightly basis with the little mut. He also has cute little nicknames for Brady like Braids and Brady Bunch. I swear he’s still straight. If only his team could see him holding/petting/playing/cuddling with the dog, maybe they wouldn’t be so scared of his ungodly high pitched ‘COME ON GUYS; YOU’RE KILLIN ME’. <br /><br />My dad is also a self-proclaimed asshole who usually makes it known to people he just meets that he actually hates people and would rather be home by himself. This isn’t a joke. He doesn’t answer the phone 99.9% of the time, even if he’s sitting right next to it. Getting him to make a phone call goes hand in hand with getting him to get a haircut… nearly impossible. All of this hassle because he truly doesn’t like people. Somehow he manages to keep friends… it must be his charm and award winning personality…<br /><br />I’m just about done making fun of my dad because he is in fact cool enough to know how cool he isn’t. I hope your mind has been kept off that stupid cancer stuff long enough for a short laugh about your good friend Todd. Know that he thinks and talks about you a lot and if you ever need anything, he’s there for you. I’m putting him out there for you right now… take full advantage. <br /><br />Feel better, Michael, and I am thoroughly lookin forward to seeing you at a baseball game this summer!<br /><br />Katy :)KAR132https://www.blogger.com/profile/07347071581948317184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-59622612909789880122010-04-02T15:11:09.684-07:002010-04-02T15:11:09.684-07:00You may not know me Michael, but you know my Dad (...You may not know me Michael, but you know my Dad (step-dad) Todd. When I go home from school, he gets up the courage to drink with me like he’s also in college and we stay up late and have conversations about god knows what until about 1 in the morning… on a good night that is. You tend to come up in our conversations, along with your blog, which is where I’m at right now. Being an avid Facebook user, I’ve managed to take creeping (Facebook stalking) to a new level, outside of Facebook, and onto your blog. I’ve noticed that a few of my dad’s comments include my brother and me. I’ve also noticed that when he does mention us, it’s nothing nice… ever. Dad has told me that he likes to comment on your posts to keep your mind off what you’re going through, and I thought I’d join him in his task but by giving a short explanation on the person that Todd Cowden has become.<br /><br />First, my dad has completely sworn off jeans. He will not wear them. His wardrobe consists of shorts (in the summer), swishy pants (which I can’t stand due to my own roommates constant use of them), and khakis that he usually wears to work or to something that swishy pants just wont work for. Going along with the occasional khaki sighting, I’ll tell you about his ‘fancy dinner’ outfit in Cancun this past Thanksgiving. We were unaware of the dress code before leaving for Mexico so Dad didn’t think it was necessary to bring dress shoes even though he brought his khakis. When it came time to go to the nice restaurant in our resort that my mother just had to eat at, our favorite guy wore gym shoes, white socks, a nice shirt, and his khakis. I would like to attach the picture but I cant. I’m sure you can imagine how proud he was of his outfit (no sarcasm) and also how proud my mother was (all the sarcasm in the world intended). Next, we can go on to talk about my Dads lack of haircuts. While he’s sporting the swishy pants, he’s also been known to sport very, very long hair. Not like his college days when it was kind of ok, but long enough that the white-ish gray on his head, starts to blend in with the white color of his dress shirts, only in the back though so it’s more like a mullet at times. My mom finally convinces him to cut it and she cuts it in the garage because well, lets be honest, it is Todd Cowden and he's cheap.KAR132https://www.blogger.com/profile/07347071581948317184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-61802690289375700532010-04-02T12:23:13.616-07:002010-04-02T12:23:13.616-07:00May you also rise up and be reborn!May you also rise up and be reborn!Diannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04127788270231985408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-88407733435029370332010-03-30T07:40:50.451-07:002010-03-30T07:40:50.451-07:00Michael.....you have no idea how I look forward to...Michael.....you have no idea how I look forward to your posts. You, sir, are reaching out in your own quiet way; reassuring us that "it's OK". It would seem that you are in need of human interaction in a way that only someone in your condition could possibly understand. You need an outside team....with players that are in the same league; the ones who have learned the same language that you now speak. Actually, they are the insiders of a specialty club into which you were all involuntarily drafted. Please find a support group....you need it and so does your family and close friends. Take the Nerf Bat to a meeting and beat the floor...get angry, cry, let it all hang out. There is too much festering inside of you...purge what you can. You don't believe me now, but you will feel so much better and as you transition into a new phase, a load will be lifted, a ray of sun will shine through on you and you will smile inside.<br />Sending you blessings!<br />http://www.cancer.org/docroot/SHR/SHR_0.asp?gclid=CP-IrOjX4KACFRk45wodyUO2AwDiannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04127788270231985408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-29842376012985277732010-03-29T22:07:38.412-07:002010-03-29T22:07:38.412-07:00Hey there, Michael. If I were trying to date you, ...Hey there, Michael. If I were trying to date you, I'd care a tiny bit about how you look. Then again, I'm not Scott Schmidt, so I wouldn't try dating you. Therefore, your looks are not the slightest bit concerning to me. You were always better looking than me and I'm sure you still are. <br /><br />While I cared about physical characteristics earlier in life, they've long since gone out the window. I know that my friends don't love me for my bulging muscles and chest hair (still just one hair) or good looks but rather they love me because I'm me. <br /><br />You are still you. Weaker yes; physical changes sure; unpredictable energy level understandable; sharp wit always. We love you because of what's in your heart and how you treat people as a result. We do miss you, though. <br /><br />In past years we'd look forward to you coming over to Todd's house because you'd make us bust a gut with your witty humor. Now we look forward to seeing you not to entertain us but because we simply miss being around you. We expect nothing from you: no jokes, no need to feel like you owe us a good conversation or anything else; we simply miss you. <br /><br />If I were in the area I'd like to come over, tell you that you have been a good friend and you always will be. Whenever I make it back to Chicago, I'd like to come on by just to say hello and that I appreciate our friendship. That's it - no demands of you whatsoever; you could keep your eyes closed and lay down and pretend like I'm not even there; that's cool. But at least you'd know that we were buds. But of course you know that already; you're smart. Todd on the other hand ... well, he's just pretty (so Scotto).<br /><br />I wish you the best of health and keep those spirits as high as you can get them.Glennohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07414158366748682044noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-29251202562093935142010-03-29T05:12:53.961-07:002010-03-29T05:12:53.961-07:00Sorry Michael,
You'll always be above-average ...Sorry Michael,<br />You'll always be above-average to me.<br />XOXO.MCMhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12919863136525835447noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773005645795298459.post-34743957684004581142010-03-26T10:18:04.335-07:002010-03-26T10:18:04.335-07:00One of the things I always liked about you was you...One of the things I always liked about you was your ability to not a give a shit about things including yourself. Being arrested in Madison was just an opportunity to entertain the crowd by demanding that the female cop frisk you. I can’t think of anyone else who would have reacted in that way. I suppose it’s a personality trait that equips you for what you are now dealing with on a daily basis. It’s impressive because I know that if I was no longer pretty, I just couldn’t face the world. Thank goodness for all this gray hair and extra 25 pounds.<br /><br />I hope that when our sons’ baseball teams play one another this season that you will be feeling well enough to be at the games. I also hope that when our sons’ baseball teams play one another next year and the year after and the year after that you will be feeling well enough to be at the games. I hope that when our sons are too old to play baseball anymore and they have to move onto more sedentary types of competition such as horse shoes or cards that are feeling well enough to be at the games.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com