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Name: George
Birthday: 4/1/1969
Gender: Male
Interests: Government, Making things grow, folk music (esp. fiddle)
Expertise: Government & Nonprofits - organization & finances
Occupation: Professor
Industry: Education & Consulting
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Member Since:
3/23/2006
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| Prednisone ExhaustionI get poison ivy - bad. In fact, every time I get it, the swollen sores show up on every part of my body I've had it in the past. On my butt right before a trip to Germany. On my ear when a camper asked me what THIS plant was. On my legs helping my dad clear the back yard at a rental unit. On my forehead after stupidly wiping my brow with my work gloves. I even got it you-know-where once. Guess I had an itch.
So I went to the doctor, who prescribed Prednisone. Oh holy hell. The sores are going away fast as lightning, but I am one dizzy, grumpy, short tempered man at present. Can't concentrate, can't say anything nice, impatient beyond belief. And I've got ten more days of taking this stuff!
And it wears me out, too. I've fallen asleep in an unexpected place every night for the last week. At my desk, on the sofa (almost never happens), on the floor in the basement (just had to lay down a sec'), on our side porch. I'm exhausted.
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| Potty TimeExams are over, so its time to begin focusing on family, consulting, and research. The adjustment periods between semesters are always tough as we try to figure out who is responsible for what. I'm a big advocate for me being able to take a break, but my wife is somehow convinced it is her vacation more than mine. So I end up having to justify taking time out for writing or traveling to meet with clients. Sounds like a pretty petty argument, but man we get fired up over these things.
So I found myself working with my almost 3 yr old boy on potty training. He gets a 1/2 gallon milk first thing in the morning, followed by an identical chocolate milk during breakfast, and anything he wants to drink except beer or coke for the rest of the morning. He then walks around the house without pants on until its time to "go". Two days of trying, four successful squats for the Wildebeast! The last one was a monster poop. We did the whole happy dance, gave him chocolate, and let him put stickers on the potty chart. Hope the lessons take for good.
Tomorrow I'm off to interview the financial staff of a struggling city. I've worked their financials over backward and forward, but nobody there seems willing to admit they are running huge deficits. I guess they'll have to miss a payroll or two before the situation becomes real to them.
Thursday I'm scheduled to play golf for the first time in over a year. I suck at golf, always have. But it does feel good to beat the crap out of that little white ball. Sure, it works me over on the scorecard . . . Last time I played golf was with a group of politicians. After telling them how bad I am, I actually did okay. I invited a two of them to speak to classes later that semester and both identified me as a liar on the golf course. "Sandbagger" was the term they used - not sure where the term comes from. | | |
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