Minion #3 had it first and his was quick, it lasted less than twelve hours and he was fine. Then #2 got it and he got it hard. He first starting feeling sick on Christmas and had it until four days ago. #2 is odd, (well that goes without saying) he would puke and then feel 100% better and try to eat everything in the house. He never gave it a chance to get out of his system. Then #1 had it and so on and so on. Now I rarely get sick but when I do I do it with gusto.
Last Thursday I woke up at 3:00 AM and had that moment where you had to make that pivotal decision on kneeling or sitting. I opted to sit and come to find out you can in fact have liquid coming out of both ends at the same time. I would not suggest this act to anyone due possibility of explosion, I was waiting for something to come out of my belly button like an alien. As mentioned before, when I get sick I do it with style and even as I am typing I am on a diet of ginger ale, broth and Jell-O. The good news is I have been able to upgrade to dry toast and white rice....stop you're spoiling me.
Life goes on and I won't let it affect New Years, not that we do much on New Years. I don't think we've seen a ball drop in ten years. The last time I went to a First Night Celebration was when I was in college and I saved my date and her friends from freezing to death because I had an ATM card, but that's a story for another blog.
So while I was enduring my 25 Days Project, I had some things happen that I couldn't blog about because it didn't fit in with the whole Christmastime thing. In case you've been living under a rock somewhere in the Antarctic, I've participated in Dude Write pretty much on a regular basis and have won ALL of the Man Cards given out (not that I'm bragging, but yeah I am). They changed the format around a little to make it more fair, which was a good thing and I missed the inaugural to my Arch Nemesis, The Six Fingered Monkey but on Christmas I was presented (get it? Present...presented?) with the astute honor of winning the new Member's Only Award for the best post AND the People's Choice Award for the popular vote.
|I even got a jacket...get it?|
|I'm like the Rock, if you smell what I'm cookin'.|
Frankly, I'm a little disappointed, when I read about her "tagging" me post (like I'm some sort of wild animal that National Geographic wants to study) there is usually some sort of little icon or picture I can put in my Accolades case just to show that I was a good sport and played along, but not this time. Just a simple "I tagged you in this post and now you need to make five wishes and tag five other people to torture and I'm not even going to give you a little award for doing so...bitch" post. Fine.
My Five Wishes (like I'm blowing out the candles on my birthday cake or something)
1. I wish I would never have to do one of these "tagged things" again.
2. I wish no other blogger had to do one of these "tagged things" again (see? I'm looking out for you guys too)
3. I wish my blog would go viral.
4. I wish Episode VII was coming out sooner than 2015.
5. I wish for a much better year in 2013.
There I did it, everyone happy now? Can I get back to my daily routine? No? Oh crap, I forgot I need to tag five bloggers in this fiasco too. You know what, it's going to be a new year tomorrow, I think I will start it off right by breaking making my own rules. I'm not going to tag anyone, nada, zero, zilch, zippo. If you want to play along, feel free to do so...if not, no skin off my back.