Have you ever seen a ghoul come crawling out of bed, skin flaking away, traces of drool flying this way and that, unable to stand, barely able to crawl, almost belly crawling like a snake towards the Great Porcelain Idol? Yes indeed, that was me this weekend. I truly thank my loving three year old daughter for passing on the kind of debilitating stomach flu that leaves a kid lifeless like a wet noodle and blows past a so called flu shot like a junkie snorting a line of coke through a rolled dollar bill, taking down both Sigo and myself within hours of each other. Then, after playing all morning without a care in the world, my five year old son goes from full of energy to another lifeless noodle in the space of only half an hour. This stuff was incredible. If onset hadn’t happened on three separate days, I would have admitted all of us for food poisoning. Absolutely insane. Screaming from both ends, the kids couldn’t take but about a dropper full of pedialite without losing it all. So I spent Friday evening to Sunday morning either on my back near the bathroom, or downstairs when it was my turn to crawl down there and watch the kids. So I’m behind on posting. My stats show it. Everyone has their bloglines or their livebookmarks set these days, so most people don’t even show up unless a new one pops up or they’ve commented on an old one. So be it, I can’t care right now. Not in me. This physical set back was not good timing in conjunction with other things going on. My one concern right now is getting back home, crawling into recliner, and watching season opener of Heroes and DVR of 24. I’ll be back eventually. I haven’t dropped off face of earth yet. I just feel that way. Or wish I had.
Michael
Photo Credit - "Silent Hill" Konami
Have you ever seen a ghoul come crawling out of bed, skin flaking away, traces of drool flying this way and that, unable to stand, barely able to crawl, almost belly crawling like a snake towards the Great Porcelain Idol? Yes indeed, that was me this weekend. I truly thank my loving three year old daughter for passing on the kind of debilitating stomach flu that leaves a kid lifeless like a wet noodle and blows past a so called flu shot like a junkie snorting a line of coke through a rolled dollar bill, taking down both Sigo and myself within hours of each other. Then, after playing all morning without a care in the world, my five year old son goes from full of energy to another lifeless noodle in the space of only half an hour. This stuff was incredible. If onset hadn’t happened on three separate days, I would have admitted all of us for food poisoning. Absolutely insane. Screaming from both ends, the kids couldn’t take but about a dropper full of pedialite without losing it all. So I spent Friday evening to Sunday morning either on my back near the bathroom, or downstairs when it was my turn to crawl down there and watch the kids. So I’m behind on posting. My stats show it. Everyone has their bloglines or their livebookmarks set these days, so most people don’t even show up unless a new one pops up or they’ve commented on an old one. So be it, I can’t care right now. Not in me. This physical set back was not good timing in conjunction with other things going on. My one concern right now is getting back home, crawling into recliner, and watching season opener of Heroes and DVR of 24. I’ll be back eventually. I haven’t dropped off face of earth yet. I just feel that way. Or wish I had.
