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
Friday, July 29, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
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
Thursday, April 7, 2011
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.
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.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
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
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JFC
Thursday, March 3, 2011
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.
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.
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.
Monday, February 7, 2011
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.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Multiple Sclerosis is not stopping me
I had to pick up a couple of prescriptions at the pharmacy. We were having a heavy snow storm, but I put on my old Carhart jump suit and a good pair of gloves, grabbed my cane, and set out to walk there.
I was reminded of being in Boy Scouts when I was getting my hiking merit badge on Nantucket. We had to walk for miles ithrough sand for much of the hikes, But it was easier than the one mile round trip I had to do yesterday.
I made it home, and was pleased that I got my medications.
This morning, I found that we had even more snow fall last night. I tried to shovel the front stairs, but I made it as far as the bottom step when I realized that the job was too much for me to do alone. This was wet, heavy snow, and I was getting sore already from my walk yesterday, so I waited for my brother to be available to help.
By the time I went to check the weather again, it was raining, so I decided to see if the rain would wash away a large portion of the snow while I had hot coffee and did the crossword puzzle in the newspaper.
By noon, It was clear to me that I should stay inside and try again tomorrow.
But I did more than my usual one mile walk yesterday, and I am glad that I did.
I was reminded of being in Boy Scouts when I was getting my hiking merit badge on Nantucket. We had to walk for miles ithrough sand for much of the hikes, But it was easier than the one mile round trip I had to do yesterday.
I made it home, and was pleased that I got my medications.
This morning, I found that we had even more snow fall last night. I tried to shovel the front stairs, but I made it as far as the bottom step when I realized that the job was too much for me to do alone. This was wet, heavy snow, and I was getting sore already from my walk yesterday, so I waited for my brother to be available to help.
By the time I went to check the weather again, it was raining, so I decided to see if the rain would wash away a large portion of the snow while I had hot coffee and did the crossword puzzle in the newspaper.
By noon, It was clear to me that I should stay inside and try again tomorrow.
But I did more than my usual one mile walk yesterday, and I am glad that I did.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Snowed in
This is only the third time in my life that I can remember snow falling at such a rate that there was thunder and lightning. I made a cup of coffee and put on my Carhart snow suit to go across the street for a news paper, but I got to the corner of the street and could see that the store had not even opened.
I remember the blizzard of '78, but even that was not as difficult to walk through. This snow is heavy and wet. Usually, this wet, and heavy snow passes more quickly than light dry snow, but this is piling up very fast.
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JFC
I remember the blizzard of '78, but even that was not as difficult to walk through. This snow is heavy and wet. Usually, this wet, and heavy snow passes more quickly than light dry snow, but this is piling up very fast.
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JFC
Monday, January 3, 2011
Raimee
I got my hiking merit badge in Boy Scouts while we were on Nantucket, we walked for ten miles a day for the first five days, ending each hike at a beach where we could cool down. We skipped the hike on the sixth day, but on the seventh day we did a twenty mile hike. So that is a total of seventy miles in a week. It really wasn't too hard, I was still young and in good shape.
Nantucket is about 30 miles long, and 10 miles across. So we had to zig zag to be able to get in all those miles. On that island, blue berries grow everywhere, so when we got back from a day of hiking one time, the whole troop were making blue berry pies in ovens they built out of stones. That amazed me, but we really learned how to camp in Boy Scouts.
I met a girl from Switzerland on one 10 mile hike, she showed up for days at the beach where we usually ended our hikes, but the Scout Master changed our plans on the last day and we ended up somewhere else. I never saw her again. All I knew was her first name.
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JFC
Nantucket is about 30 miles long, and 10 miles across. So we had to zig zag to be able to get in all those miles. On that island, blue berries grow everywhere, so when we got back from a day of hiking one time, the whole troop were making blue berry pies in ovens they built out of stones. That amazed me, but we really learned how to camp in Boy Scouts.
I met a girl from Switzerland on one 10 mile hike, she showed up for days at the beach where we usually ended our hikes, but the Scout Master changed our plans on the last day and we ended up somewhere else. I never saw her again. All I knew was her first name.
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JFC
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