Guillain Ba...who?

So, since hopefully lots of you have been praying for my mom, it's about time I provided an update. She is doing a lot better. The pain has been decreasing ever since the last post, but it is still rough in the evenings and when trying to go to sleep. The doctor told her that she should be 100% again in anywhere from 6 weeks to 18 months...thanks for the tight timeline! But, she has been able to do a lot more, even venturing out of the house on occassion to do a little shopping! Now it's time to start thinking about how we'll spend the holidays!

um...gross?

This story was relayed to Terrell Daffron at the wedding reception of Matt & Karen Flood, which took place in the Enzion theatre, where everyone was treated to a complimentary Blues Brothers performance, since that's what Matt does. Terrell was then kind enough to pass it along to me, and I would encourage each of you to share it with as many people as possible.

On with the story...so, some friends of Karens were out fishing one morning, we'll say there were about 5 of them. And as with any good fishing trip there was some heavy drinking going on. At one point, they noticed a manatee lollygagging along the shore line as only manatees and their fatness can do. They observed it in awe for a moment before one of them dared another to jump on it...obviously we are dealing with some cowboys here. The invitation was at first met with hesitation, but under the influence of his beers (excuse me, I mean peers), this brave soul soon accepted the challenge. Since the lumbering beast was obediently sticking to the shoreline they were able to pull the boat to shore, allow the gladiator off and then slowly (without startling the precious creature whose only natural predator is boats) back away for a good view. The shore bound member now has the opportunity to climb a tree which is overhanging the shore...the perfect jumping off point for a good manatee ride. As this cave man watches the slowly approaching mammoth, I can only imagine the exhilaration that he felt. Then the moment arrived, the stallion was in place and the opportunity was seized! The rodeo champion leaped from the branch and plummeted toward the mermaid.

Unfortunately, and I'm sure much to this poor brain surgeons dismay, the beast had been dead for weeks...perhaps months, and instead of landing ON the nimble creature, he drilled directly through it (yes through it), piercing the hide that had been the only thing holding together the rotting intestines and pungent bodily fluids. These bottled goodies were unfortunately released all over this particular individual along with his nearby companions. And, from what I hear, it took weeks to get rid of the unpleasant smell.