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I took my ten stomach staples and wife out to the drinking club late yesterday afternoon. Yup, that's me: too ill to work but well enough to drink. My Uncle Joe is in town. I used to see him anywhere from four to 100 times a year (I

Still tender, but getting stronger every day. My posting is still a bit weak, but I'm able to pound on the keys a little bit more. Baby Tess turns two today. I tried to hold her, but the staples in my gut started screaming, so I put her

> "Mr. Scheske, wake up. Wake up, Mr. Scheske." > "Wha, oh, ow, what the? Ouch. Oh, ow." > "A lot of pain?" > "Oh, yeah, oh. Ouch, ouch." > "The carbon dioxide gas they used to blow up your stomach

My gall bladder comes out shortly. A most abbreviated post this morning: Polar bear cub (one of the cutest animals I've ever seen, and I'm not a big fan of using the word "cute") will die unless humans take care of him. Animal rights

Prosperity theology continues: Detroit church buys multi-million dollar parsonage for its pastor [http://www.detnews.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=2007703170416]. They also bought him a Cadillac Escapade. "God's empowerment is to make you have an abundant life," according to one of the church'

300 is getting people mad. Pretty funny stuff. From the NY Times: [http://www.nytimes.com/2007/03/18/opinion/18stephenson.html?ex=1331870400&en=8868294e84b071d9&ei=5090&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss] > All of the good guys are white people and many of the bad

NCAA Tournament and beer. That was Friday afternoon, sitting around at the drinking club, watching my alma mater, Notre Dame, take a beating from a Winthrop team that should've been seeded much higher. ND came back from a 20-point deficit, but they did it at the price of

Time-strapped days seem to come in waves. Last night: High school orientation with my son. Today: Pre-op (gall bladder comes out next week), oil change, trip to the cell phone provider to get a new phone (my son's was stolen last week), and then maybe I'll