Still Here

Well. I didn't run away. But I wanted to.

Life seems to be getting the best of me lately.

On what seemed like a better note, Peter and I needed to head to Houston this past weekend. Long story. But thanks to many families pitching it, mainly the parents and Minky's fam - off we went.

I knew we'd have a little time to visit our old house, see the hospital where Big Sam was born, and look around a bit. But I also knew we'd have a little bit of time to lay by the pool, read a book and eat candy bars. So, I of course, packed suit, book, and candy - ready to go.

I felt lousy all day Sunday, but just thought that travelling all day made me feel sick. Then at dinner, our 88 dollar dinner, I had to excuse myself - twice -to go throw up.

And that was just the beginning.

I spent the next 30 hours wishing I was dead. Nothing like going on a trip, to spend the entire time totally sick. I felt very lucky that the company we were with was happy to keep us another night, and the rental car, and change the flight. Oh so very nice. I just don't think there is any way I could have made it home the day we were supposed to.

Ever felt like you've been run over by a truck?

At least I didn't have to be "mom" while wising for death. That made it a little better. I did come home to what I was sure was the Swine Flu. But, I guess when they're better two hours later - it's not. Silly me.

And that's whats in the news around here.