One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Even Superman had Kryptonite
Ang took the kids to the zoo today.
And no, Rakes didn't get into a fight with a gorilla. Even if it looks like it.
Apparently Pollen is my boys downfall. We dealt with this same stuff last spring, but we thought the visits to the allergy doctor, combined with the medicine we're paying roughly the budget of a third world country for, and that visit to Madam Cleo had taken care of the issue.
One trip to North Carolina's version of Africa and the boy looks like Ali immediately after the "Thrilla from Manilla". A part of my heart broke tonight when I came home and found him looking so pitiful. Some Zyrtec, a shot of a nasal inhaler, and about 10 hours sleep and he should be as good as new; it's the getting to that point I have a problem with.
While I wait for Rakes to resume his place as Public Enemy #1, I give you some pictures taken Easter Sunday. Yes, I'm a dink for not posting them earlier; in my defense, YOU spend a day here and try and figure out where the time went.
You ever seen a serial criminal decorate Easter Eggs?
I didn't think so.
Peace and Harmony. Who would have thunk it?
I have no idea how I got so lucky to have such a beautiful wife and children. And I choose not to ask about such things; just count my blessings and move on.
Finally, forget Nolan Ryan, Bob Gibson, and Josh Beckett in his finest frothing best. You're a hitter and you see THIS image staring back at you?
If you manage not to wet yourself consider it a victory.
From the look in this picture I'm pretty sure if the boy doesn't end up on the wall of the Post Office I should consider myself lucky.