Wonder Mutt Wednesday

WMW first kiss

Enjoy the ride.

Ahh yes, the first kiss.  That horribly awkward moment, when you worry if you have fresh breath or if it stinks of garlic peanut butter biscuits.  Was that your main worry or was it more if you were mouthing too much muzzle?  Should I wag my tail or try to keep it under control?  Does she really like me or is it just the shape of my whiskers?

Stubborn Has Its Place

I swear sometimes the gods are out to get me.  Not out of some bizarre sense of paranoia, or some weird case of the planets not aligning properly, and a moon being the wrong house, (or some such astrological oddity), I just really think something is doing it’s best to try my non-existent sense of patience.  And I’m OVER IT.

over it

#KneeGate2015 aside, it seems lately as though this great big beautiful – often pain in my dupa – thing called life, seems to occasionally thrive on upsetting the apple cart.  Over and over and over again.  And over.  Like Groundhog Day over.  Let’s review the recent past shall we?  Then you can tell me if I’m just being paranoid.  Or whiney.  Okay, that part is true.  Humor me.

  1. Approximately two weeks after getting the all clear to get back to running, and having a couple of the most glorious short runs I’ve had in years, after a particularly tough run on the dreadmill at PT, the pain-free gloriousness came to a screeching halt.
  2. The stress level in my job has shot through the roof.  Big company takes over little company because little company was damn good at what it did, and did it EFFICIENTLY.  Now THERE’S a word unheard of in said big company.  Hence, Burj Khalifa roof-sized stress.
  3. Go to Key West, meet up with professional body builder/personal trainer/BFF since kindergarten, gain some badly needed inspiration, return home ready to hit the gym/pavement with a renewed sense of purpose, and CATCH A DUPA-KICKING COLD.

See what I’m saying?

unbelievable

All right.  Enough of THAT crap.

Now that I’ve got all the whiny bitching out of my system, time for one of my favorite mantras…..MOVING ON.  I’m on the upside of my once-a-year case of the plague, the knees are feeling much less achy, and work is….well…..work.  I hate it, but it does keep a roof over my head, food in the Wonder Mutt’s bowl, and Disney addictions paid for, so I can’t really complain TOO much.

heavy sighReally, all of this is just built up aggravation – and a good-sized chunk of worry – that Wine and Dine is only (gulp!) 76 days away.  Even though I’m not worried about time this time around, I AM worried about hitting the mileage with training time to spare.  So far, I’ve only hit 5k, and it doesn’t take a mathematician to figure out I don’t have a whole lotta time to get those miles chewed up and spit out.  Am I having a bit of a freak out?  Oh yeah.  Will I pull my head out of my ass and get over it?  Probably.  Do I have a choice but to do just that?  Nope.

nope grumpy cat

Deal with it stupid human.

So this is how it’s gonna go.  This whiny chica is going to pull on her big girl panties, (now there’s an image you won’t be able to get out of your head, sorrynotsorry), take another dose of vitamin C and echinacea, smack a Ronda Rousey attitude into her head, and get this show on the road.  The gods may be trying to test me and test me good, but there’s enough stubbornness, determination, and just plain bull-headedness to get past all this crap.  Just ask the hubby.  He doesn’t call me concrete-head just because he loves me.

I love you. Really. I do. Really.

I love you. Really. I do. Really.

Enjoy the ride.

How do you handle all the crap life throws at you?  Do you have a stubborn streak or do you tend to just let things bounce off of you?  Any sage words of advise for an impatient, mule-headed, obstinate runner?

May The New Lands Be With You

Currently, at least one member of Black Dog Productions is pretty damn excited!

That's right.  Even Darth Vader is groovin' to the news!

That’s right. Even Darth Vader is groovin’ to the news!

For those of the non-Disney Dork persuasion, you have my sympathies let me catch you up on the awesome, Dark Star-sized news.  At last week’s D23 Expo, i.e., the ultimate in Disney Dorknification, CEO Bob Iger announced that both Disney World and Disney Land will be seeing expansions of – you guessed it – all things Luke, Leia, Obi Wan, and R2D2.

"Get those light sabers ready people."

“Get those light sabers ready people.”

I can’t say that I was totally surprised by the news. It was only a matter of time after Disney bought Lucasfilm in 2012 that they would be going down this interstellar highway.  As someone who’s been a rabid Disney World fan since my first visit in 1993, and one who has proudly lost count of how many times I have gotten lost in its magic, having a whole new world – literally – to get lost in, jacks the Dork excitement factor through the roof.  Or in this case, through the galaxy.  Far, far, away.

Kind of like this one!

Kind of like this one!

I won’t list all the cool Rebel Force deets here, as I’ll get so excited that game-show-dollar-machine brain of mine will kick into high gear, and nothing will make sense as the thoughts rattling around in my brain will promptly explode all over your computer in some weird kind of intergalaxian primordial ooze.  Thankfully, our earthly news outlets, (here and here), have got me covered.  No need to worry about whether or not intergalaxian primordial ooze is covered by your laptop’s warranty.  You’re welcome.

Speaking of ooze....

Speaking of ooze….

Enjoy the ride.

Who else among my Disney Dork friends are completely losing their minds over the news?  What would you like to see included in these new lands?  Obi Wan Ton Soup?  Jabba Jelly?  A whole new line of Darth Vader vinegars?  Or perhaps something more along the lines of Boba Fett Fear-Inducing French Fries?  Or my particular favorite – Tatooine Tequila!  Let’s hear it!  What would be some of your favorites?

Friday Funny

As many of you get ready to head back to dreaded classes, just remember this….

FF college humor

Enjoy the ride.

Who’s looking forward to returning to the school grind?  Are you ready for summer to be over or will you be throwing yourself on the ground in a fit of rage and tears?  As a member of America’s work force, let me just say, take it for all it’s worth.  Being a grownup really sucks….