Ramblings of the Mad Cow

Been awhile since I’ve posted one of these. I stumbled across Vincent Spano today while surfing and just had to share. Ahhhh.

I am going insane. Slowly, painfully, going insane.

And I’m watching way too much Animal Planet. Cute shows and all, and it’s definitely got it’s share of tear jerkers (Emergency Vets is killing me), but one adult can only take so much.

That’s it, I’m off to go tweak my Netflix queue.

…not too bad, either. I went for my one week post-op appointment today and while Taekwondo and hockey may not be in my future, it looks like I may be walking more comfortably soon. I should be back at work around the 12th of March. So I feel better about my doctor and my care and I think I’m on the right path. I have to learn to deal with the limitations of my knee now, but I think now that I’m “in the know” with my care and the condition of my knee, I should be able to cope better.

Thanks to everyone who’s been hoping and praying for me. I know in my heart it’s helping.

At the end of the tax year, the IRS sent an inspector to audit the books of a Synagogue. While he was checking the books he turned to the Rabbi and said, “I notice you buy a lot of candles. What do you do with the candle drippings?”

“Good question,” noted the Rabbi.” We save them up and send them back to the candle makers, and every now and then they send us a free box of candles.”

“Oh,” replied the auditor, somewhat disappointed that his unusual question had a practical answer. But on he went, in his obnoxious way, “What about all these bread -wafer purchases? What do you do with the crumbs?”

“Ah, yes,” replied the Rabbi, realizing that the inspector was trying to trap him with an unanswerable question. “We collect them and send them back to the manufacturers, and every now and then they send us a free box of bread – wafers.”

“I see,” replied the auditor, thinking hard about how he could fluster the know – it – all Rabbi. “Well, Rabbi,” he went on, “what do you do with all the leftover foreskins from the circumcisions you perform?”

“Here, too, we do not waste,” answered the Rabbi. “What we do is save all the foreskins and send them to the IRS, and about once a year they send us a complete dick.”