Been WII bowling been hitting in the high 100's to low 200's. The other day got a 218!! My shoulder feels really lose and does not hurt nearly as much. The WII is serving the purpose well as planned.

My fragmented memory got me in a tad bit of trouble last time. My mother informed me that there was at no time she considered giving me up, at least until now :) Thanks Mom.

Couple years before my father died we semi reconciled our relationship over a fifth of cheap vodka. Well he drank, I was more the captured participant. Way back when I was in Canterbury Grade School, somewhere between Kinder and Junior High I received a really cool tool box with tools. It was either a Christmas gift or Birthday. Don't remember which. Anyways, one day the tool box and tools went to school with me for show and tell. Don't remember the show and tell part but I do remember recess. Normal recess was me standing against the school wall in the playground watching the other kids play. Artificial limbs were not really designed for fun.

However, this recess I had the tool box and a captive audience. I had dropped down to my butt and was smashing small pea gravel sized stones on my artificial leg with my little hammer. Now that's entertainment. Needless to say a pretty decent size crowd gathered around me as I smashed stones. At one point, I swung up the little hammer to pulverized another stone when I felt the claw side hit something.........Than the scream. Another boy had moved behind me and got struck. Forehead wounds bleed so much. Kid looked like he had been shot. After the initial panic the school nurse, Principal and playground monitor all determined it was an accident. And that was the end of it.

So I thought, until my sister ran into the house and announced that I had hit a kid at school with my hammer on purpose. I kept saying it was an accident but between my sister ( who wasn't present at the scene, and my firm father the little tool box was taken away and never seen again.

So that drunken night I told my father he owed me my tool box. This opened a dialog that resulted in a lesser strained, although still strained relationship. I'm guessing the vodka haze blocked out the tool box and that he still owed it to me.

Actually now that I've typed it out I think the real person who owes me my little wooden tool box is my sister.

Catherin are you reading this??? You owe me a tool box!

I won't be holding my breath on this one.............