Friday Funny

As the thermometer in my car hit 86 degrees at 5:30 yesterday afternoon, I realized what a smart decision it was – almost 20 years ago now, (yikes!) – to move to a more tropical kind of setting.  So in honor of my frozen friends to the north, my sympathies, and warmest hugs, go out to you.

FF Winter dogs

Enjoy the ride.

Hope your weekend doesn’t turn you into a popsicle!  And for Wonder Mutt’s sake, keep those transmissions from dragging too low!  Happy Friday faithful friends!

And The Results Are…..

….not in.

Yeah…..soooooo……remember when I said I was dreading what The Man was going to tell me when I went back to see him about my knees?  Well, I’m still not really sure exactly WHAT happened.

Huh?

Yeah, that was me.  Pigtails and all.

I think a lot of this is my own fault.  I’ve had right knee issues for SO long that I almost don’t remember what it’s like to NOT have pain.  After Wine and Dine, when pain suddenly showed up in the LEFT knee, I figured that was the one I better bring up first when I went in for my appointment.  Now, I DID make sure to tell The Man that both these freakin’ things have been a pain in my dupa – so to speak – but the left knee pain was a newer occurrence.

After doing exactly what he told me to do – and pretty much doing nothing that he said I shouldn’t, the left knee is feeling decent.  Not perfect, but decent.  The original pain in the ass right one though, well, let’s just say I am NOT a happy Black Dog.  Or Nemo either.

mad nemo

I am one pissed off clownfish.  No joke.

After a lot of blahblahblahblahblahblah, I just busted out with a I HAVE A HALF MARATHON IN NOVEMBER.  WHAT THE FRIG DO I HAVE TO DO TO BE READY FOR IT??!!  I knew I was in trouble when I was pretty much answered with the same look as Boo.  Then things got interesting when I heard I may be able to run 2-3 miles for the rest of my life.  ‘Scuse me?  What was that?  2-3 MILES???  ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR EVER-LOW-MILEAGE MIND?!?  I hate to point out the obvious Doc, but 2-3 miles ain’t 13.1.  Or 26.2.  DUH.  I think that was about the time I busted out the S word – no, the OTHER S word – and he knew I was no longer riding the Downtown Train on the Conservative Treatment Line.  Thanks Doc, but this girl is derailing this ride.  With glee.

Heeeeeere's anesthesia!

Heeeeeere’s anesthesia!

Not just yet though.  First, it’s a return trip to MRI Land to check for a meniscus tear – which, let’s face it, we’re 99.9% is NOT the case.  Simply because that would be too simple a fix.  And I never do ANYTHING simple.  EVER.  Then it’s see what the radiologist thinks, see what The Man thinks, and then possibly see what The Man’s partner thinks.  There was mention of possible microfracture surgery, but I’m pretty sure there’s another, much less scary sounding option out there.  Which I only mention as another runDisney fan-friend of mine had said alternate surgery done and was back to running after eight weeks.  And get this – he had THE SAME EXACT DIAGNOSIS AS ME.  Plus, why should my sister be the only chick in this family with bionic parts?

Whaaaatttttt?????

Whaaaatttttt?????

So, as the saying goes, we shall see.  MRI Part Two is tomorrow, and we should have the radiology report sometime next week.  Then, who knows.  Stay tuned.  This could get quite interesting.  Or ugly.  Or just plain downright hilarious when I really go off the ledge.  Jumping.  And screaming hysterically.  Wearing a cape.  Because I will just have to disagree with Miz Edna this time around.

Yes, Edna, yes.  Capes.

Yes, Edna, yes. Capes it shall be.

Enjoy the ride.

Have you had to make a decision about surgery that you weren’t 100% positive about?  How did it work out?  Any regrets?  Did you say anything embarrassing while you were knocked out?  What was it??  Tell me!!!  I won’t tell anyone, I swear!

 

Wonder Mutt Wednesday

Lots of catching up to do now that we’re back from Princess weekend – which was pretty damn awesome!  So until then, a little more Labrador hump day humor to get things rolling…

Hoarder dog

 

Enjoy the ride.

Do you have a canine hoarding problem in your dog house?  Has the hoarding led to the ingestion of rather fancy items of bling?  Who got the dubious honor of following the offender around the yard with rubber gloves?  Was it successful?

Friday Funny – The Princess Edition

As I get ready to hit the road and head on up to Disney World as an official Princess spectator, I thought it only appropriate to pay homage to all princesses – both of the Disney persuasion and otherwise – the best way I know how….with just a little bit of royal snarkiness.

FF Grumpy cat princess animals pics

 

Enjoy the ride.

Good luck to everyone running this weekend!  Be sure to say hi on your way past me Sunday morning.  I’ll be the one with a bottle of tequila in my paws, trying to stay warm.  JUST KIDDING DISNEY POLICE.  JUST KIDDING…..

Wonder Mutt Wednesday

In honor of the members of Team Can-Am, and all the other princesses, (and their princes), on their way to the most Magical Place on Earth for Princess Weekend…..

WMW are we there yet

ARE WE THERE YET???

 

Enjoy the ride.

IF I can get my dupa to the entrance of Epcot on Sunday morning, (please be with me road closure traffic gods) make sure you say hi!  I’ll be the one with the funny race signs.  hehehe…..

Stress? Just Pee On It and Walk Away

As I sat here thinking about what I wanted to pollute my little corner of the internet with today, I started going though the extensive collection of pictures stored on my laptop.  It was no surprise the majority of the photos were of the three dogs I’ve had over the years, Ocean, Aspen, and of course now Calypso the Wonder Mutt.  As I browsed through the pictures, one thing became very apparent.  When you’re a dog, life is nothing but a big game of playing, eating, and just plain old silliness.

Wheeeee!!!!1

Wheeeee!!!!

At the same time I was going through the pictures, the hubs said he was feeling tense and aggravated, leading to his blood pressure being a bit high.  The weird thing was, he had no idea why.  It was a gorgeous south Florida day, with a nice breeze blowing , the sun shining, and no plans except to cook out on the grill.  In other words, a pretty typical Sunday in the Black Dog household.  Which made me think – why can’t we all just take life the same way our dogs do?

Boogie fever, I got to boogie down!

Boogie fever, I got to boogie down!

I have these moments every so often, where I ponder life’s big questions – which bottle of wine shall I partake of today? Should I buy the Moose Tracks or make my own?  Should I go with the plain dark chocolate or the salted caramel dark chocolate?  You know, life’s BIG questions.

Ice cream.  Makes everything better.

Ice cream. Makes everything better.

I think recognizing what stresses us, and making the conscious decision to just chill the heck out, can go a long way to making life a bit more enjoyable.  I always like to try to take my dog’s view on life, like here.  Life is a party, just feed me, play with me, and occasionally rub my belly, and all is good in the world.  I know as humans it can’t always be quite that simple, but hey, we can always give it a shot, can’t we?

Calypso nap1

zzzzz…zzzzz…zzzzz…..

So the next time you find yourself stressing out over what, in the end, usually turns out to be over something stupid, then just find your inner puppy.  And if you can’t, then just bark at whatever may be invading your perfect world.  Even if it is just a kayak.

Think you can row on MY lake?!?!!!

Think you can row on MY lake?!?!!!

Enjoy the ride.

How do you handle stuff that stresses you out?  Can you get it under control or do you let things really get to you?  Do you think you would feel better if you barked at a kayak?

And The Ban Plays On

Yes, ban.  Not band.

We be jammin'!

We be jammin’!

It came as no surprise that Rita Jeptoo was banned from professional running.  It wasn’t even that surprising that Athletics Kenya banned her from competing for only three years.  I mean really.  Why would they ban one of their biggest cash cows for life?

Ha ha, fooled ya!

Ha ha, fooled ya!

Nothing is more disheartening than when you find out one of your biggest athletic heroes is a cheat.  Call it egg on your face or crap on your shoes.  You feel like an idiot.  Trust me, been there, felt that.

Ha, ha!  Fooled you too.

Ha, ha! Fooled you too.

What drives these idiots – yes, I did say IDIOTS – to cheat?  Money? Fame? Ego?  Combination of all three?  Who knows, or maybe more importantly, who cares?  I could go on an epic rant about how much these so-called “athletes” have disappointed, and just plain angered me, but what would be the point?  To give them even a few more moments of my time?  Nah, don’t think so.  What’s most upsetting about this behavior is this – people looked up to them, admired them, RESPECTED them.  And they took that respect and admiration and tossed it in the trash, giving it no more thought than a piece of garbage.

unimportant

So let the Kenyans slap Jeptoo on the wrist.  Let Armstrong compete in something other than cycling.  WHATEVER.  I know who the real athletes are.  The ones who get up at oh-dark-thirty to get their training in before dealing with the little ones.  Or the ones who pass up a weekend getaway to get their 20-miler in before their first marathon.  And the ones who stop within sight of the finish line, just to go back and help an injured competitor.  Those are sports true athletes.

We got you.

We got you.

So to everyone out there who tries their best – even if it means best gets you across that finish line last – YOU are the real heroes.  No matter what the clock says, the scale tells you, or the size tag on your pants reads, be proud of yourself.  You get out there and do what you need to do every day, using only what Mother Nature gave you.  And if that’s good enough for you, that’s more than enough for me.  Be proud of yourself and what you are capable of achieving.  Because in comparison to these “professional athletes”, you truly ARE a champion.

 

Enjoy the ride.

What do you think about all this doping nonsense?  Does it lower your opinion about professional athletes?  What do you think drives these people to cheat?