A week has come and gone since my last post.  How the hell? I managed to come down or wake up to something that shot my whole system out into space a mile or so high and then slammed me back down into a wolf spider hole in one neat little package.  OUCH!  I’ve been sick.

I think it’s something to do with aliens that sneak in at night when you’ve finally drifted off to sleep and they shoot little thin streams of alien snot up into your nose. You snuff and snort because you are drowning momentarily and the alien snot starts to spread, slipping down your throat and branching out into your nervous system and digestive tract.  They also have some alien dust stuck on their feet and as they run up and down your face and neck (your whole body if you sleep uncovered and naked) and the dust settles in through the pores in your skin.  It’s horrible.  Your whole body hurts, your digestive tract is just gone because it’s in complete convulsions trying to shake off the creepy little fur bearers that hatch out of the snot.

If you’ve been attacked, you know what it’s like.  If not, it appears to happen as you age so get ready.  Once infected with alien snot, it stays forever, flaring up every so often when the aliens fly the night sky over your house, which could be in a month, or in a year.  It all sux.

The bottom line is that’s where I’ve been this last week, under the lockdown of alien snot.  I still am shaking it off and it’s hard.  As you know, snot is sticky and you can’t shake it off.

Today is the first day I’ve decided I will live through it, yesterday I was wondering.

Along with the Alien Snot Blues yesterday, the wind came.  It started on Wednesday afternoon – predicted correctly by my neighbor Amy as her and I were walking the desert.  She said 4 p.m.  It began arriving about 3 p.m. and just picked up speed.  If I was still living in the coach, I believe it would have blown me off the face of the earth or I would have killed myself by the time Thursday hit.  Everything that wasn’t nailed down was in the air.  Today was much quieter, even almost nice, with some intermittent sunshine.

Las Vegas is filling up with poker bloggers this weekend.  Unfortunately I won’t attend and I will say I’m sorry not to be there but it’s not a possibility at this time.  First, I’m recuperating from alien snot shooters and I just can’t take off for 12-13 hours and expect to come back to find a dog doing dog things all over my house, not to mention the snow up in the mountains – I might be faced with a very icy Mt. Potosi coming home late night.  I guess I don’t have the commitment this year.  Otherwise I would have made arrangements with a kennel and made arrangements for a people kennel in Vegas for myself for a few days.  *Sigh*  I will miss seeing everyone.

A few are running the Las Vegas half marathon that starts on Sunday, at night, and heads down glitter gulch.  I wish I was in shape for that baby.  Have fun Brad and Dan and anyone else that’s running it.

I know the bloggers will have a great time, and I wish them triple dipple.

On Christmas in the desert, it’s everywhere.  As found in my neck of the mesquites by my walking buddette Amy and I:

This is what’s at the base of the mesquite – must be the plate of cookies and milk has turned into a pair of boots and an empty bottle.

The Christmas tree with Frosty, the silver balls, the stockings, and all the fine adornment fit quite well in the area that others saw as a place to dump their garbage…a bit of color and hope for a new beginning to erase the decay and destruction of mankind.

From the street to the point of the Christmas Tree is about 1 1/2 miles.  Considering the street is a far cry from the hub of humanity out here in the desert, the dump is about the same distance.  There is no fee to dump.  Go figure the jackasses that still take the time and trouble to throw the discards of their life and rubbage out amongst the clumps of brush and mesquite.

PokerStars is running their record slamming, 10th Anniversary World Record tournament this Sunday too – $1 – with $50,000 guaranteed for 1st place, in their 10th Anniversary celebration.  El-crappo for us U.S. players is all I can say.

And there is a World Series of Poker Main Event Seat to be had when you play the Forum Battle at Poker770. There are other prizes to be won also.

Perhaps one day the government will figure it all out but until then I’ll just sit with my tongue hanging out as I read all of the sign-up bonuses and promotions that are going on that are not available because I have the FREEDOM of living in the United States.

Time to fly, work to do, sleep to be had in about six hours, and wellness to be exercised by my strong mental regime…insanity.  Just remember that if you ever see alien snot, you’ll go blind.