John Conlon(s)

My  brother has a blog called, "My Name Is Matt Conlon" and has met others with the same name.
  So I want to know how many John Conlons I can find using the same technique.
 
  I will check my blog and watch for others with my name.


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JFC

A good joke

Three guys were all at a deer camp and no one wanted to room with Bob because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay with him the whole time, so they voted to take turns.

The first guy slept with Bob and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot.
They said: "Man, what happened to you?"
He said: "Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night."

The next night it was a different guy's turn. In the morning, same thing —hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot.
They said: "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!"
He said: "Man, that Bob shakes the Roof with his snoring. I watched him all night."

The third night was Fred's turn. Fred was a tanned, older cowboy; a man's man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

"Good morning!" he said.
They couldn't believe it.

They said: "Man, what happened?"
He said: "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Bob into bed, patted him on the butt, and
kissed him good night. . . . . Bob sat up and watched me all night."

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JFC

I'm not kidding

    I have multiple sclerosis and have to go to the MS clinic every few months. When I am at the clinic, I meet with several different specialists who ask me questions and give me advice to help me deal with this chronic condition.
   At one of the appointments I recently met with the psychopharmacologist. We sat in a room where he asked me questions which I answered. At one point, he said, "You're not giving me anything that I can help you with" and he seemed a bit angry.
  I said,
  "I am answering your questions, maybe you're not asking the right questions."
  He seemed anggry at that point.

  I was having episodes of extreme pain that would shoot through my lower jaw. The pain would appear suddenly, like when you hit your funnybone, but much more painful, and then it would go away just as quickly. It became so painful that I was afraid to move my jaw. Sometimes drinking liquid would trigger it.
  I went to the emergency room at a local hospital, and after waiting for a while, a doctor came into the room I was waiting in. She looked at my teeth, asked if there was any specific thing that makes the pain occur, "Do you grind your teeth in your sleep?"
  I am unaware of grinding my teeth, typically, I am unconscious when I am asleep.
  I went and sat down again,  and she went to a computer in the adjacent room. She was at the computer for only a minute or two, and then returned with a prescription to take to the pharmacy to get it filled.
  The medication that was prescribed is one I have heard of advertised for the treatment of Fibromyalgia, and it works for the trigeminal neuralgia that I was diagnosed with.

 I wasn't making a joke about being unconscious when I sleep, but sometimes I get asked a question that seems absurd to me, I am just trying to answer the questions.

Listenening

I am listening to music by Trace Bundy, and I am sure that I would have prefered ro release no other music under my own name.

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JFC

Unexpected Kindness and Support

  I am finding that there are people who care about me, and actually go out of their way to make me happy lately.
  I went to the store across the street to get my newspaper and cup of coffee yesterday.
  When I went to pay my friend behind the counter, I could not find my wallet, it must have been in the pair of pants I had changed out of when I showered.
  My friend manages the store, and he told me to just come back and give him the money when I can.
  I had forgotten about it until later in the afternoon. I found my wallet, and headed to the store. When I got there, the manager's wife was behind the counter. I asked if her husband had written down how much I owed from earlier, and he had done so.
  I was in the process of taking the money out of my wallet which was old and falling apart when my friend's wife said, "Wait, I got you something." She reached into her purse, and took out a new wallet which she handed to me, and told me to have a seat and transfer all of the stuff from the old wallet to the new one.
  I asked her what she paid for it to which she replied, "Don't worry about that, it's a gift."
  These folks treat me so well all the time, I have known for the whole time they started running the place that they were very friendly, but now I am certain that I have made some good friends.
  I try to treat people the same way I would like to be treated, and sometimes I am pleasantly surprised by how good a policy it is.

Temperature Sensitivity

   I really wish I had been born with more tolerance for the cold. I can handle hot, and even humid weather. But I can't deal with the cold.
  Anything less than seventy degrees Fahrenheit is too cool for me to be comfortable.
   I will, when I can again, move to the southwestern desert. I was perfectly comfortable there.

Memory overload

    I've been writing a memoir for months. I have always had a good long term memory, but I am finding that there are some memories that I have to avoid.
   The girl I have been in love with since I was eighteen years old (I am in my mid forties now), got married last September, and I can't go through all of what were good memories without making myself sad.
   I don't want to lose the memories, I just need to be able to shut them off sometimes.