I am not a drunk. I diagnosed myself recently. In the life of every person trying to survive the battle, we all probably take inventory from time to time to see if we like what we see of ourselves.
I have been struggling with an identity problem all my life. I believe it may stem from the fact that since my childhood I have been enamored with the opposite sex because they have no penis. To deal with my anxiety for this condition, I modeled my behavior to be like that of a hell raiser and decided to start drinking at the age of two.
After suffering two serious concussions prior to my 8th birthday, my penchant for drinking manifested itself in my actions at the four elementary beehives that I attended as a youth. It was there that I learned how nice children could be when they were all fasting without dope to eat.
The rest of my story is a blur of miscalculated confusion. Now, I am at the tipping point of deciding whether to try and stay alive for a few extra months by getting my stage 4 colon cancer treated with a 7th operation. Thus being a – Minnesota nice – guy which will allow my medical team and cancer center to pay off some of the bills they have accumulated during the Covid-19 debacle.
Please call my daughter, Anne, at Erik’s Ranch and Retreat here in Minneapolis with any suggestions you may have for what I should do to stop being abused.
*Cross your t’s and dot your i’s appropriately and life will become your pearl bearing oyster. You will find success beyond your imagination as an anal retentive that impresses everyone with a PERFECT approach to living.
Once upon a time there was a slap happy frog named Herculeesa. She lived in a small pond full of power-hungry frogs. Every time she hopped to the beat of a big man; she bumped her tail.
One day Herculeesa was swimming in tall timber at the plant center. A man came up to her and told her that he could make her the most important frog in his huge pond. Herculeesa got so excited that she wrote a check to the big man. He invited Herculeesa to visit his pad so they could talk. When she got there the big man slapped her…?
It’s important for employees in corporate America to earn a fair wage while being given the opportunity to participate in the profitability of their companies. Many are getting wealthy being dedicated to the mission of their respective organizations, from their beginnings with the company to its magnanimous successes as an ongoing operation. They worry daily about needing a timely exit strategy from their stock sharing plan. This is important for those concerned who wish to convert their paper wealth into real dollars.
Therein lies the reason why it’s nearly impossible for the public at large to resolve their customer complaints by telephone with mid to large-cap companies. Upper tier management is too busy hiding, asking for difficult to write email and chat explanations that explain a problem, thus defending their personal wealth from angry customers while spending much of their time tracking individual fortunes daily on Wall Street.
If she thinks I’m an apostrophe, tell her that I think she’s a period.
Walking to the green tee meet-up late, without identification for the starter, can lead to a caddy holding a bag with the flag outside the cup at the first hole. This causes the pour-in timing to be off, and a lip out later than the other grippers.