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STATE OF THE UNION - WANNA PLAY?

In case you didn't know it, the President speaks to the nation tonight in his State of the Union Address. There's a new drinking game that goes along with it, which you can find on the net at http://www.drinkinggame.us/
Basically, it goes like this.
The general rules of this game are no different from any other drinking game. A drink is either a shot or a good gulp from a beer (or other beverage). Different events call for different numbers of drinks and all you do is watch the speech and play along.

* If W. says "the American people" - 1 drink or gulp
* If W. uses the word "troops" - 1 small drink
* If W. says "freedom" - 1 drink
* If W. says "nukular" - 1 drink
* If W. says "addicted to oil" - drink one shot of extra-virgin olive oil
* If W. says "education" - 1 drink
* If W. says "education" and mispronounces it - 1 drink + 1 more
* If W. says "the First Lady" - 1 drink
You get the picture. Pass the Vodka.

Attention Mr. Fartypants

An underwear manufacturer (in the U.S.) has invented pants designed to hide the smell of farts. Under-Tec's anti-flatulence UnderEase underpants have an in-built multi-layered, replaceable filter, made of felt, charcoal and fiberglass wool. To prevent gases escaping without passing through it, the underpants are made from air-tight fabric and completely sealed with elastic around the waistband and legs. Under-Tec's president and inventor, Buck Weimer, says, "We get a lot of jokes -- but we don't doubt that this is a serious product that serves a purpose.

Daddy

My father passed away in the early morning hours of January 14, just hours after my last post. He died in his sleep, completely at peace.
The last week has been a whirlwind of activity. The funeral, however, was beautiful, and exactly what he would have wanted. Traditional Catholic with all the trimmings. The response has been overwhelming.
My cousins came up from Milwaukee, and the night of the wake we gathered afterward at my house to reminisce. My stomach hurt the next day from laughing so hard. It was an appropriate way to honor my father.
The grief is overwhelming, but it comes in waves. I feel as though he is still here with me somehow, watching over me, still guiding me. He was such a wonderful man......if I am half the father he was to me, I'll still be better than most.
Rest in peace, Daddy.

Grim New Year

It's been weeks since I've posted, but things have been crazy. After three weeks in the hospital, my father has deteriorated rapidly and two days ago was admitted into the hospice program for end of life care. His wish was to come home, so we arranged to have him brought home where we are caring for him as best we can. He is on morphine and is sleeping all the time. He seems relieved to be home, and I am thankful to my sister Wendy for staying and helping with his care.
It has been a difficult thing to accept. My brother still thinks he's going to walk out of here in a few weeks. The reality, of course, is much different. We think we will have days, perhaps weeks, and we're unsure whether he will be any more alert once his pain is managed. Taking it day by day. The kids are doing their best to accept it as well, and are very helpful with his care. Devon has slept at his house the last two nights, too.
With it all, we're trying to keep some normalcy of life. Symphony rehearsal resumes for me on Monday, and I've officially had two cello lessons, which I'm enjoying immensely. Small breaks from the grim reality at home.
You never really know what you're made of until you face these types of challenges and find whether you're able to rise to them.....or not.