It’s gunna be a long night

The Halloween candy finally caught up with my 6 year old, Zoe. About 30 minutes before bed, she complains about an upset stomach.
15 mintues later, she throws up a blue candy/dinner mixture. My mother-in-law is in town, so the eating rules have disappeared.
She says she feels better and climbs into bed. An hour later I hear a noise from her room. She’s on her hands & knees puking on the bed. I clean her up, toss her into my bed, pull off the sheets, put on new sheets, put her back in bed and start a load of laundry.
A couple hours later, I hear her again. She’s puking into the trash basket next to her bed. Still a bit of blue in the puke. Clean her up, clean up the the trash can, etc. She drinks a little water.
An hour later, she walks out of the bathroom and proceeds to puke up the water into the toliet while I hold her hair out of her face. She rinses out her mouth, but I don’t let her drink any more water.
It’s not even 1AM yet. It’s gunna be a long night…
Did I mention that my wife was out of town? 🙂

Success

I have broken the great conspiracy!

After visiting the fifth store of the day looking for Diet Vanilla COke, I finally found it at Ralph’s hidden behind the Diet Coke w/ Lemon.
Is it all I hoped it would be? Yes.
The kids are asleep in bed. Time for me to go play BF1942. Later…

Calm

I’m currently sitting with Mira on the couch. She’s watching Inspector Gadget and I’ve got the laptop. We are both under the blanket and it is quite cozy.
What a week. Birthdays, Halloween, and lots of news.
First of all, go visit my new friend, Metsfan, at his weblog. He needs the hits for incentive. A few comments would hurt either. Tell him you love Windows, he’s a big fan of Windows.
It also appears that Mrs. Diggs is posting a bit, and so is Martin. Alas, my wife appears to be taking month-long breaks between entries. My single brother has attracted women groupies to his site by talking about candy often.
This week Jam Master Jay was killed. For those that don’t know, Jay Master Jay was one of the founders of RUN-DMC, an early rap band that Matt and I used to listen to while growing up here in LA. I was reading a message board when I saw a post about him being killed. I checked several news sites and didn’t see any confirmation. Gabe, the poster, lives in Queens and insisted it was true. He runs weekly Shoutcast radio show and decided to rebroadcast the local radio program that was talking about the news. With a couple clicks, I could hear the local New York radio over the internet. I could hear the DJs talking about it and choking back tears. The people from the message board were also in an IRC channel discussing the news. We got tired of listening to the radio show and Gabe began playing various RUN-DMC songs. Since I am the old-school rap listener, I was able to call out the assorted old tunes that the young guys didn’t know about. It was interesting that this sort of instant community is possible due to the internet. The world just keeps getting smaller.
I laughed when I saw the site pickupyourowndamnsocks.com, I thought it was hilarious. It was only a matter of time before buyyourowndamntampons appeared in response. Reading these sites makes me wonder why people get married.
OK, time to go take a shower. Zoe’s soccer game is at 11 and I need to get the ball rolling. I need to invent a way to drink coffee while in the shower. I’d be rich. Better yet, a way to write your weblog while in the shower…
Lastly, Here’s an image of my home network that drew up. Why post this? Because I’m a geek and I think it’s cool.

Yes

Yes, I know I should have updated this tonight…
But I didn’t.
I fell asleep on the couch, woke up, played BF1942, and now I’m going to sleep.
Tomorrow. I’ll update tomorrow…

Head Explode

I am currently on a work conference call. It’s muted, so they can’t hear me type.
I have these kinds of calls all the time, and usually I’m OK with it.
Today, for some unknown reason, I want to reach through the phone and strangle them all and make them shut up. The urge is great…
I’m sure this is some sort of stress reaction to the current wife-out-of-town, mother-in-law-in-town situation.
And, I still don’t have any Diet Vanilla Coke. But this person is taunting me! Why am I being punished.

Real Blogging

Every now and then I realize that my little weblog of Mike’s wierd stuff could be so much more.
I mean, I post some personal stuff here, but I never forget there are people out there reading every word. The mental firewall of what to post remains in place to filter out things.
Thanks to Escribitionist, I read a post that Sour Bob wrote. Holy fuck, that’s some real stuff. If it’s not real and he’s faking it, then he’s a great damn writer.