We have MS….and we have the scars to prove it. I don’t mean the lesions from your latest MRI. I’m talking scars. Bumps. Bruises. Scrapes. Cuts. Burns. Marks. Abrasions. And lumps. Unexplained owies. So many in numbers, if we asked Mom to kiss them better–by the time she finished her lips …
Yes, we must stop the violence! There are horrific crimes taking place in our schools each day. And nothing is being done to stop it. The problem is worse than gang rivalry. More than bullying. And racial-relations pales in comparison. The problem is violence found in….. ….Girl’s …
Yep, it’s that time to don the clipboard and make a mockery of the theories of market research. You have been specially chosen (not really) to participate in this mindless survey of MS ridiculousness. Grab your pencil and answer each of these carefully-crafted questions as it relates to you & your MS. …
Here are a few, disjointed observations that have My Odd Sock raising his bushy monobrow. Got this sale ad in the mail. “40% off the entire store.” I thought I’d offer a hundred-grand for the whole place. Crap…the sale ended already! …
Around this day sixteen years ago, I received my MS degree (diagnosis) from the powers to be. They were the most devastating words I had ever heard. I hadn’t been that scared since the second grade. That’s when a teacher, Mrs. Metzger, shook me so violently I peed my pants right there …
This post should explain my recent absence at My Odd Sock. Enjoy! Maybe you have had the urge to give back. Maybe by making a donation. Or taking part in a benefit MS walk. Well, since I don’t have money to spare….and walking has become as awkward as chatting with …
While I upgrade to an iPhone, please check out this long-term pet peeve of mine… Let’s face it, today’s Circle of Life includes a foundation based on 2-year service agreements and 1-time activation fees. Of course I’m talking about cell phones. And the handy-dandy texting feature! Cell phones I can …
Sorry, but please enjoy this “best-of-the-worst” My Odd Sock. “Can you believe he goes out in public like that.” “He use to be a runner, now look at him.” “First, a cane. Now a chair. He has gone downhill fast.” Have you heard comments like these? I have. Fortunately, I’ve only heard …
I call this post “Dumb Stuff,” when in reality it is all dumb stuff. (“Dumb Stuff” is the polite term for “Stupid Sh##.”) Though you may call it what you want, as I am simply lumping together a few, odd, completely-unrelated observations and serving them up a la carte in a weekend …
Like the works of the great literary giants, the following is a collection of random thoughts addressed to no one in particular (Hence, the title). Those of you with MS will find that you may relate in some way, shape or form. To Whom It May Concern: Don’t be offended …
