I've only followed this whole University-of-Wisconsin-Jarrod-Uthoff thing from afar this week. And 99 percent of what I know about it comes from the seemingly unfair rants and opinions I've seen in the Twitterverse. Mostly from the likes of national media types who cover college basketball.
Bo Ryan was playing by the rules, and the whole thing seemed to have been blown totally out of proportion. ...
I thought this Tom Oates column was right on.
4.20.2012
Charming covers
I wouldn't call myself a huge fan of The Civil Wars. ...
But I'm a big fan of Joy Williams. I think "Charmed Life" is a great, great song. Plus she's adorable.
I just stumbled onto Williams and John Paul White performing these Michael Jackson covers. And I'm mesmerized.
But I'm a big fan of Joy Williams. I think "Charmed Life" is a great, great song. Plus she's adorable.
I just stumbled onto Williams and John Paul White performing these Michael Jackson covers. And I'm mesmerized.
4.17.2012
The dentist
So I went to the dentist today.
And it only gets worse from there.
My visit today was actually a follow-up to a visit I made a couple weeks ago. See, in all of our transitioning and settling, I hadn't seen a dentist in more than two years. I was overdue for a checkup, and -- though I try to take good care of my teeth -- I feared the worst as I settled into the chair that day.
I left with the news that I had two cavities -- my first since I was in grade school -- and a follow-up scheduled for this afternoon to get them filled.
I think I winced every time I glanced at the clock today, knowing my return to the dental chair was nearing. Shortly after 2:30 I was back in the same chair I'd occupied a couple weeks ago.
The dentist -- a young, energetic guy -- greeted me and tried chatting me up about the start to the baseball season; he'd remembered that I liked baseball from our conversation a couple weeks ago. ... Then he numbed up my mouth, and several minutes later he and a hygienist were poking all sorts of tools in my mouth and doing their thing.
Honestly, the whole thing went fast and was relatively painless. The worst part is what I'm dealing with at this moment ...
I have almost no feeling on the right side of my face.
After my appointment, I couldn't talk straight. I canceled my meetings for the rest of the afternoon and came home to finish my work.
When Kates arrived home with Phoebe, she took one look at me and gasped, "Oh my God!" Apparently my face was a little mishapen, too.
For supper, I needed to eat something soft. So Kates made me grilled cheese and some tomato soup. I could barely chew my sandwich and part of every spoonful of soup slipped out of a corner of my mouth like drool.
Worse still, I can't bring my lips to purse the straw of my favorite glass for some water.
And it only gets worse from there.
My visit today was actually a follow-up to a visit I made a couple weeks ago. See, in all of our transitioning and settling, I hadn't seen a dentist in more than two years. I was overdue for a checkup, and -- though I try to take good care of my teeth -- I feared the worst as I settled into the chair that day.
I left with the news that I had two cavities -- my first since I was in grade school -- and a follow-up scheduled for this afternoon to get them filled.
I think I winced every time I glanced at the clock today, knowing my return to the dental chair was nearing. Shortly after 2:30 I was back in the same chair I'd occupied a couple weeks ago.
The dentist -- a young, energetic guy -- greeted me and tried chatting me up about the start to the baseball season; he'd remembered that I liked baseball from our conversation a couple weeks ago. ... Then he numbed up my mouth, and several minutes later he and a hygienist were poking all sorts of tools in my mouth and doing their thing.
Honestly, the whole thing went fast and was relatively painless. The worst part is what I'm dealing with at this moment ...
I have almost no feeling on the right side of my face.
After my appointment, I couldn't talk straight. I canceled my meetings for the rest of the afternoon and came home to finish my work.
When Kates arrived home with Phoebe, she took one look at me and gasped, "Oh my God!" Apparently my face was a little mishapen, too.
For supper, I needed to eat something soft. So Kates made me grilled cheese and some tomato soup. I could barely chew my sandwich and part of every spoonful of soup slipped out of a corner of my mouth like drool.
Worse still, I can't bring my lips to purse the straw of my favorite glass for some water.
4.16.2012
About a boy
So I was at work this evening, wrapping up things in my office when Kates sent me a text.
Gavin is a boy Phoebe’s age who lives down the street and is in her preschool class. And he’s had a little crush on Phoebe for almost the entire school year. He brought Phoebe a small gift at Christmas time, but for the most part Phoebe’s shown little interest in him until recently.
I replied to Kates’ text.
The realization of Phoebe going to play at a boy’s house had hit me so hard I could no longer concentrate on my work. Within seconds of the initial text, I called Kates to get more details. … Gavin and his mother had come to our house to ask if Phoebe could play. Kates agreed and let her go for an hour.
“It sounds like you’re more freaked out about this than I am,” Kates said.
And so it begins.
Oh boy … Phoebe went to play at Gavin’s house for an hour.
Gavin is a boy Phoebe’s age who lives down the street and is in her preschool class. And he’s had a little crush on Phoebe for almost the entire school year. He brought Phoebe a small gift at Christmas time, but for the most part Phoebe’s shown little interest in him until recently.
I replied to Kates’ text.
Oh boy … Oh boy …
The realization of Phoebe going to play at a boy’s house had hit me so hard I could no longer concentrate on my work. Within seconds of the initial text, I called Kates to get more details. … Gavin and his mother had come to our house to ask if Phoebe could play. Kates agreed and let her go for an hour.
“It sounds like you’re more freaked out about this than I am,” Kates said.
And so it begins.
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