Happy Memorial Day!

Take a moment today and remember those who paid the ultimate price for our freedom.


Enjoy the ride.

A very Happy Memorial Day to our veterans, active servicemen and women, service dogs, and to you, my dear, dear readers.  Thank you for making Black Dog Runs Disney a part of this very special day!

Let The Shenanigans Commence. Again!

Once again, Black Dog Productions is making our annual jaunt to the scene of the crime…and our favorite place for Black Dog shenanigans.  Because that is what we do best.



Want to be a part of the shenanigan making?  Want to feel as though you’re RIGHT THERE WITH US?  Then come along for the virtual nuttiness tour via FaceBook, Twitter, or Instagram.  From the food, to the drinks, to the food, to the drinks, to the….well, you get the idea, you’ll feel as though you’re right in the middle of the insanity that is sure to amuse, bemuse, and – let me just throw it out there – very possibly shock you!  Because that is how we roll here at BDRD.

Hang on.

It’s gonna get a little crazy.

Life is short.

So make sure you…

Enjoy the ride.

Have you ever been to New Orleans?  Did you partake of shenanigans NOLA style?  Did they involve Hurricanes, horses, or perhaps an unfortunate incident with a horse wearing Mardi Gras beads?  Don’t ask, just go with it…..

Round Two

If you’ve been paying any attention to my little corner of the blogosphere for a while, then you remember how hesitant I was to go back to gym world (here).  Dealing with gym rats who have to scream while dropping their weights on the floor, kids who’d rather take up a bench while texting their buddies instead of actually oh, I don’t know, WORKING OUT, and my all time favorite, inconsiderate you-know-whats who’ve never wiped off a machine in their life, were just a few of the big reasons I wasn’t looking forward to handing over my hard-earned cash and having to deal with that crap.  Again.



Seeing as I really had no choice though, as I had put myself on a running hiatus in the vain hope of curing my ITBS-that-really-wasn’t-ITBS-after all, back to the gym I went.  And for the most part, I stuck with it.  That’s not to say there weren’t a few times the hubby and I walked in, put in a half hour of cardio, and walked right back out again.  If for no other reason then there were too many friggin’ annoying people in there. Yes, I AM that person.  SO CLEAN YOUR SWEAT OFF THE DAMN BIKE.

gym sweatPost-surgery took more out of me that I had realized, so getting back there – even to do some upper body work – took longer than I would have liked.  Turned out just humping around on crutches and then gimping around in something that might be mistaken for ‘N Sync’s Bye Bye Bye video, would have me making a beeline for my couch and super knee cooler machine at the end of the day.


Turns out all I needed was an extra week to get my poop together and a slight change of scenery.  We recently found out our gym had opened up another club considerably closer to our humble abode.  Oh HAPPY DAY.  With barely contained excitement – all right, so maybe it was more like slightly wary trepidation – you know what we did?  (No, BEFORE we hit the celebratory margaritas.)  Off to the new workout digs we go.  And you know what?  It was pretty damn awesome.



It’s amazing what some space, big windows, and fewer members of the younger persuasion can do to one’s fragile workout psyche.  And being the investigator-type that he is, the hubs asked around about the yellinggymrat/benchwarmer/noncleaningsweatycreep population.  We were happy to find that so far – as it is a very new facility – the aforementioned jerks are few and far between.  And the best part?

Yeah buddy!

Yeah buddy!

Sadly, it’s probably going to be at least another month before I can even think about jumping on one of these bad boys.  Especially since there’s this little issue of me not being able to oh….BEND MY FREAKING KNEE. YET.  And as we all know, I am a study in patience.


That’s me.

Mother of All Things Patience.

Not. Even. Close.

Not. Even. Close.

But I’m excited anyway.  I hit that treadmill with a vengeance.  Walked a whole mile.  Took me 23 minutes, but I WALKED A WHOLE DAMN MILE PEOPLE.  WITH A GIMPY LEG.  CAN I GET A WHOO HOO?

whoo hoo

Sure….(ahem)……WHOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!

Stay tuned.  This is gonna get exciting.  Or not.  Probably not.  I like to keep you guessing.

Enjoy the ride.

Has a change of scenery ever improved your workout attitude?  Ever wish you could just drop a dumbbell on somebody’s foot?  Have you ever been THAT person who everyone wants to drop a dumbbell on your foot?  Did it hurt?

And The Adventure Continues…

star wars

No, not that one.  THIS one….



When we last left each other’s company (here), I was waiting for the healing to begin so I could get back to the business of, oh, well, RUNNING.  After all, it’s kind of an integral part of my little literary corner here.  As we all know by now, patience is NOT one of my strong suits.  As is neither refraining from ice cream, well-made margaritas, or a nicely chilled glass of Paso Robles Cabernet.  (Yes, Colby, I’m lookin’ at YOU.)  I know it’s only been three weeks, but this tail is itching to get wagging again.  DAMMIT, THIS GIRL’S GOT PR’S TO SET.



Soooooooo, since these little 15 minute strolls with the hubs and Wonder Mutt just aren’t quite cutting it as far as a training plan goes, girlfriend is taking her tail off to physical therapy.  At least if I’m going to break something to make it work, I’ll know how to do it correctly.  After all, I am pretty sick and tired of doing nothing more than staring at this crap all day long.

Pretty, isn't it?

Pretty, isn’t it?

On the upside, the hubs has been nothing short of amazing in his post-surgical nursing skills.  UH-MAZE-ING.  If they gave out Emmy’s for Amazing Husbands Who Take Care of Their Gimpy Wives, he would be like the Tom Hanks of the Gimpy Support World.  Minus the Walt Disney mustache.  And the hair.

I would've pasted hubby's face on here, but I'm too photoshop-challenged.  Work with me here.

I would’ve pasted hubby’s face on here, but I’m too photoshop-challenged. Work with me here.

So as we ride off into the sunset of the Black Dog Surgery/Recovery Shenanigans – at least until I get the other knee fixed – let us bid adieu to all things silly hats, cutie patootie anesthesia dudes, happy juice, and bruises.  From here on out, it’s all things onwards and upwards.  And if you hear inhumane screaming coming from a certain physical therapy office in south Florida, fear not.  For Mr. Hanks will have one of these ready for me when I gimp in the door.



Enjoy the ride.

Sooooo, were we highly entertained by the surgery/recovery shenanigans?  Or would you rather have had your eyeballs popped out with a spoon?  Did poking fun at your surgery make it easier to deal with it?  Did you have your own Tom Hanks dude at home, ready to make the pain go away with a Godiva chocolate martini?  Would you like to rent mine?  I charge a very reasonable fee.

Let The Healing Begin! Anytime Now….

Thought it was over didn’t ya?  DIDN’T YA?!?!  NO. SUCH. LUCK.

help me

Since I just sucked you into the drama that was all things Black Dog Surgery Shenanigans (here, here, and oh yes, here!), I figured I would continue to regale you with the continuing adventures of Black Dog Recovery Shenanigans.  You just peed your pants a little, didn’t ya?  DIDN’T YA?!?!?

pee cat

We last left off with me wondering if I had said anything embarrassing while under the influence of the Happy Juice.  At this point however, I really don’t care any more.  Let’s just hope a) I didn’t, and 2. when I return for Surgery Shenanigans Part 2, cutie patootie is not present.  Just imagine what wondrous, witty, whacked out things could possibly emanate from my Happy Juice-induced yap a second time.  E-GADS.



The rest of surgery day was spent back at the humble abode, stoned out in leftover happy juice/painkiller fog.  In other words, I have no idea what happened.  Other than I’m pretty sure I continued to utter spontaneous nonsensical utterances of nonsense.  Oh wait, that’s what I do every day.  Hmmmmm……

The next couple of days are pretty foggy.  Which is actually pretty funny as I actually did some work from home those days.  However, as I haven’t gotten any irate “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING YOU SIMPLE-MINDED, INTELLIGENCE-CHALLENGED IDIOT?!” emails, (or at least more than usual), I guess I managed to get something accomplished.  Random thought: perhaps I should include Vicodin as part of my daily decision-making process.  Seems to work AND makes things more interesting.  Then again, MAY possibly not be looked at in a positive light by one’s supervisors. Then again, I have a pretty good supervisor.  Who has kids.  Two of them.  She may be grateful.


Two days after surgery, I got to drag my painkiller-infused brain back to the surgeon.  And finally got to see what was going on under this.

Whaddya got under there Black Dog?  A Yeti???

Whatcha got under there Black Dog? A Yeti???

Sadly, it was nothing more exciting than a couple of steri-strips and a whole lot of swelling.

Scintillating, isn't it?

Scintillating, isn’t it?

As I gimped my way into the weekend on crutches and nothing stronger than ibuprofen – which, for the record, doesn’t work worth a dog poop – I was anxious to see how long it was going to take for some real healing to begin.  (SPOILER ALERT: STILL waiting.  Hang on.  Yup.  Still waiting.  Oh, wait, maybe….nope.  Still waiting.)

impatient Seb

Up next:  Black Dog Goes Postal and Threatens To Take Poor, Unsuspecting Victim Out With Crutches.  Intriguing, isn’t it?

Enjoy the ride.

Ever had a moment when you thought your impatience would take someone out at the knees?  (Hehehe,  get it?  The knees?)  I digress.  Again.  What do you do to deal with something that is testing your patience?  Take a deep breath?  Throw something?  Temper tantrum??