Sunday, July 31, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Sunrise at McAfee's Knob
The last time I hiked to McAfee's Knob my mom went with me. It was about a year before she found out she had cancer. I hadn't been back until Tuesday.
Several weeks ago I mentioned to Ross that I wanted to hike up there and watch the sun rise. I think he thought I was insane when I explained that we would have to get up at 3AM to do it! Nonetheless, Ross, ever the good sport, said yes and so it was agreed upon that I would pick him up at 3:45AM on Tuesday and we would strike out, headlamps charged, to greet the sun and it appeared over the Roanoke Valley.
When we arrived at the Appalachian Trail parking lot, there were a few cars but I assumed they belonged to long distance hikers. We decided to take the fire road up until we interssected with the trail. This is what all smart locals do as we know that it's murder to take the trail from the bottom. Now when I say road, I use the term loosely as it is very small and trail like and full of rock obstacles, and as we would later find out, giant spiders and coyotes.
The headlamps did a great job of illuminating the way for us, but I also had a hand held flashlight that I looted from Doug's camelbak. Ross carried a can of bear spray! I wasn't concerned about bears as much as I felt leary of people or of rabid foxes. Roanoke has had a ton of rabid fox attacks lately so we wanted to be prepared. For the most part I never felt creeped out; although I admit that I did turn around every so often just to make sure nothing was behind us.
We made really good time and felt good about ourselves until we came across a sign that said "you are here" and it appeared as if we had only walked two centimeters. Concerned we wouldn't make it in time for the 6:14 sunrise, we double timed it up the road. At one point, we suddenly smelled very fresh animal feces. We REALLY picked up the pace at that point and hurried as fast as we could to get away from the smell as we didn't want to encouter it's former owner.
We finally met up with the Appalachian Trail and headed towards the summit. The trail was very rocky and rather dangerous in the dark, especially given the fact that we were hurring as fast as we could. I led the way and poor Ross struggled at times to keep up. I think all the running I've been doing has really helped. My legs were nice and strong from all the weight lifting I've been doing as well. Several times we had to stop for him and I felt badly for him as I know how rough it is to be the one who needs a break. Luckily it wasn't me this time!
As we approached the summit, it was amazing to see how light the sky had become in the hour and 25 minutes we had been on the trail. When we started it was pitch black and the woods were full of all the night time music you hear in the summer: tree frogs, whipporwills, and crickets. Yet, suddenly, those had disappeared and had been replaced with bird songs. On the final approach, I took off running afraid we would be late and encouraged Ross by telling him we were there!
We ran out on to the cliffs and I couldn't believe my ears! We stood high above the forest and below us the sound of hundreds of different birds was deafening! It was amazing how quiet the whole world seemed, otherwise. It was as if everything stopped to listen to the bird songs! Amazing.
We sat down, had some water and scarfed down power bars. We had earned them!
As the light became brighter and brighter, we started taking photos. We posed a million different ways and I did cartwheels. At one point, we even saw a chipmunk run around the rocks, marking territory. After goofing around a bit, I decided to walk farther down the cliffs to have a look around. Much to my dismay, I heard a voice and saw two guys standing out on the cliffs. It wasn't even 6AM. Where did they come from? At first I thought they had camped at the AT shelter down the trail but later I found out that they had hiked up to see the sun rise too. Really? What are the odds that four people would have the same idea on a random Tuesday in July? They were nice and I suspected they were Tech students since they were Asian and Middle Eastern. They seemed to enjoy watching me do carthwheels on the cliff edge. Glad I could amuse them!
Unfortunately, the sun rise was less than stellar due to humidity and cloud cover. Bummer. Still, it was beautiful to be so high up above the world as the sun greeted it. We had a good time. Around 7:30, we headed back down the trail. We came across the poo we smelled earlier and saw tracks near it which confirmed it was a coyote. We joked about scaring the poo out of a coyote! We then started calling it Coyote Ugly! HA!
We finally made it to the car and drove home, tired and looking forward to a nap. Another great adventure!
Several weeks ago I mentioned to Ross that I wanted to hike up there and watch the sun rise. I think he thought I was insane when I explained that we would have to get up at 3AM to do it! Nonetheless, Ross, ever the good sport, said yes and so it was agreed upon that I would pick him up at 3:45AM on Tuesday and we would strike out, headlamps charged, to greet the sun and it appeared over the Roanoke Valley.
When we arrived at the Appalachian Trail parking lot, there were a few cars but I assumed they belonged to long distance hikers. We decided to take the fire road up until we interssected with the trail. This is what all smart locals do as we know that it's murder to take the trail from the bottom. Now when I say road, I use the term loosely as it is very small and trail like and full of rock obstacles, and as we would later find out, giant spiders and coyotes.
The headlamps did a great job of illuminating the way for us, but I also had a hand held flashlight that I looted from Doug's camelbak. Ross carried a can of bear spray! I wasn't concerned about bears as much as I felt leary of people or of rabid foxes. Roanoke has had a ton of rabid fox attacks lately so we wanted to be prepared. For the most part I never felt creeped out; although I admit that I did turn around every so often just to make sure nothing was behind us.
We made really good time and felt good about ourselves until we came across a sign that said "you are here" and it appeared as if we had only walked two centimeters. Concerned we wouldn't make it in time for the 6:14 sunrise, we double timed it up the road. At one point, we suddenly smelled very fresh animal feces. We REALLY picked up the pace at that point and hurried as fast as we could to get away from the smell as we didn't want to encouter it's former owner. 
We finally met up with the Appalachian Trail and headed towards the summit. The trail was very rocky and rather dangerous in the dark, especially given the fact that we were hurring as fast as we could. I led the way and poor Ross struggled at times to keep up. I think all the running I've been doing has really helped. My legs were nice and strong from all the weight lifting I've been doing as well. Several times we had to stop for him and I felt badly for him as I know how rough it is to be the one who needs a break. Luckily it wasn't me this time! As we approached the summit, it was amazing to see how light the sky had become in the hour and 25 minutes we had been on the trail. When we started it was pitch black and the woods were full of all the night time music you hear in the summer: tree frogs, whipporwills, and crickets. Yet, suddenly, those had disappeared and had been replaced with bird songs. On the final approach, I took off running afraid we would be late and encouraged Ross by telling him we were there!
We ran out on to the cliffs and I couldn't believe my ears! We stood high above the forest and below us the sound of hundreds of different birds was deafening! It was amazing how quiet the whole world seemed, otherwise. It was as if everything stopped to listen to the bird songs! Amazing.
We sat down, had some water and scarfed down power bars. We had earned them!
As the light became brighter and brighter, we started taking photos. We posed a million different ways and I did cartwheels. At one point, we even saw a chipmunk run around the rocks, marking territory. After goofing around a bit, I decided to walk farther down the cliffs to have a look around. Much to my dismay, I heard a voice and saw two guys standing out on the cliffs. It wasn't even 6AM. Where did they come from? At first I thought they had camped at the AT shelter down the trail but later I found out that they had hiked up to see the sun rise too. Really? What are the odds that four people would have the same idea on a random Tuesday in July? They were nice and I suspected they were Tech students since they were Asian and Middle Eastern. They seemed to enjoy watching me do carthwheels on the cliff edge. Glad I could amuse them! Unfortunately, the sun rise was less than stellar due to humidity and cloud cover. Bummer. Still, it was beautiful to be so high up above the world as the sun greeted it. We had a good time. Around 7:30, we headed back down the trail. We came across the poo we smelled earlier and saw tracks near it which confirmed it was a coyote. We joked about scaring the poo out of a coyote! We then started calling it Coyote Ugly! HA!
We finally made it to the car and drove home, tired and looking forward to a nap. Another great adventure!
Surfin' West Virginia Style
I just want to preface this entire blog by saying that what I did on Tuesday is exactly what I live for: outdoor adventure! God made a beautiful world and I feel sorry for those who never get out and truly live in it!
Tuesday morning I met Ross at 5:45AM and we headed out to West Virginia for some white water rafting on the New River Gorge. If you've never been to the gorge, you're missing out. It's truly a beautiful and wild place. It's nickname is the Grand Canyon on the East and for good reason. The New River carves out a canyon along the Appalachian Mountains and the result is stunning. It also creates excellent white water!
Normally my outdoor adventures involve Doug but since he is gone, Ross has become his proxy. Ross enjoys hiking and the like but he is quite the daredevil I am. More on that later....
We arrived at Adventures on the Gorge, an outfitter that literally has EVERYTHING. We checked in and listened to a guy give a spiel about death and the dangers that await us on the river. Luckily I had been before so I wasn't that freaked out. After that, we headed for the bus and rode to the put in point. A guy named Steve entertained us on the bus with jokes and info about the area. He was the photographer on the trip and an extremely talented kayaker. Later he and I were talked for a bit and I found out he is originally from Smith Mountain Lake. A really cool guy!
When we got to the river, we were divided into groups and sent to meet our guides. The thing that stood out to me was the number of "surfer dude" types who were guides. We got Sam, a pretty cool, totally laid back dude. We hauled the raft down to the river and got in. Once settled, Sam went over commands and told us some technical things we should know before starting off. He then said, "Do you guys want to practice flipping the raft so you know what to do?" I screamed, "Heck yes!" while everyone else just looked sheepish and mumbled not really under their breath. Sam looked at me and said, "You do?" and I said, "Yes...let's do it!". He said alright and flipped up! It was so much fun and the water felt soooo good. Because the New flows South to North, the water is very warm. Everyone swam back to the raft and we all struggled to get back in. Rafts sit very high off the water and you literally have to grab a strap and CLIMB back in. It's difficult and usually you need help from someone IN the raft to help you in.
Once settled back into the raft Sam told us that it was good to flip it because we were now prepared in case something happened. As we were traveling in a group of 5 rafts (other people from the bus), it felt pretty cool to be the only raft brave enough to try it from the start! Woo hoo
Not too long into the trip, we approached some class IV rapids (pretty big... the highest commercial rafts or kayaks can run is class V) Sam said, "If anyone wants to get out and swim through it, go for it!" I looked at him and said, "Seriously?" and he said, "I'd never joke about it." I don't think he had finished the word "it" before I dropped my paddle and jumped out of the raft. It was so much fun zipping down through the rapids. The power of the water was unbelievable! As I swam next to the raft, we passed under an rail road trussle. Sam said that the water under neath was close to 70 feet deep and that there was even an old railroad car under there. He said giant catfish live around there! I think he thought it would scare me, but it didn't phase me. I grew up swimming in ponds with gigantic snapping turtles.
Eventually he told me to come back to the raft because we were approaching some rapids I couldn't swim through. We paddled some really great white water and even did some 360's over rocks (all at my encouragement...the other rafters hated me because I encouraged Sam to do kamikaze stuff. Everytime he said, " Do you guys want to...", I'd scream YES before he could finish).
We stopped for lunch on a little sandy bank and it was actually a very nice meal. It was just sandwiches but they were nice ones and the potato salad and rice pudding were homemade and delicious! Yum!
We loaded up the rafts and the guides told us we could swim through the next couple of rapids, which we did. I banged myself up pretty good on a rock but no worries! We swam for what seemed FOREVER and finally got back in the raft. When we did, Sam decided we should flip the raft after surfing a hole. He started to flip it and we all fell out; however, the raft stayed right side up. As a result, I got stuck underneath it. It seemed like forever as I inchled my hand along the bottom of the raft. I had a paddle in one hand and my other hand was above my head trying to find the edge of the raft. When I finally found it, I popped out of the water and Sam was in disbelief. He said that he couldn't believe how long I was under there. Interestingly, I never panicked. I guess I knew all I had to do was find the edge of the raft and get up. That's the key around water...never panic. That's when mistakes are made.
As I swam with the current, I looked back to see Ross struggling to get back into the channel. He was being carried away by a different current and struggling hard to get out of it. Eventually Sam told another boat to pick him up. I think that really deflated Ross at that point because he was very quiet from that point on. :(
Eventually, we shot through some more rocks and rapids and got swirled around a lot before getting back into the raft. This time, I was able to climb unassisted! As I struggled, Sam yelled, "Climb it, girl!" and that gave me the encouragement to grunt my way back in! I felt pretty happy about that! Seriously, you can't imagine how hard it is to get back into a raft, especially after swimming 1/4 of a mile in a river.
About a half mile from the pull out point, we came to a HUGE rock that was about 20 feet above the water. Sam asked if anyone wanted to get out and jump. Naturally I said YES!!!! Several of us got out and climbed the rock while Sam and the others paddled out of the way. Once up on the rock, we all realized just how high up we were. It didn't look so frightening from the raft but once perched on the rock, we realized it was going to be quite a fall to the river. When my turn to jump came up, I took off running and stepped off. As my feet lost solid footing, I felt my stomach go up into my throat and my brain had that sick feeling of "Omg, are you insane?!?!" When I hit the water, I realized that I didn't die doing it and felt pretty good. Because of the life jacket, I popped up to the surface pretty quickly. What I realized a few minutes later once I was in the boat and down stream was that I may have not lost my life jumping, but I did lose my sunglasses! I couldn't figure out why the sun seemed so bright until I touched my face and realized they were gone! I was so bummed because I paid 44 cents for those bad boys at Kohl's and LOVED them!
When we got to the pull out point, the men were responsible for pulling the boat onto the truck. As we filed towards the bus, the guides, including Steve the Camera Man, pointed us toward a cooler full of beer and water. I grabbed a water while everyone else grabbed beer. I thought it was a pretty cool touch. Steve joked that only in West Virginia could you drink beer on a school bus! HAHAHA! That guy was a riot and a truly nice guy.
Incidently, it should be noted that the bus was driven by an Elvis impersonator (not sure if it was on purpose or not but the guy was definitely rocking a 1972 Elvis look). He took us back to the Adventures on the Gorge building and turned in our gear. We took showers and cleaned up while we waited for Steve to edit the video. However, Steve stopped me to tell me that something happened to the video and it didn't record. I was sooooo bummed out but later he found me in the gift shop and said he was able to salvage part of it. We went to the viewing area and watched it. Pretty cool but definitely would have been better had it recorded us doing some big rapids. Fortunately, Ross and I were able to buy photos of the trip, which I will post in this blog.
As we drove off, we discussed the fun we had and decided we would definitely do it again. It was amazing to take in all the beautiful scenery and the amazing New River Gorge Bridge, which is an engineering wonder! After gassing up, we threw Into The Wild soundtrack on and drove home listening to the sounds of Eddie Vedder and planned our next adventures! Good times!
Tuesday morning I met Ross at 5:45AM and we headed out to West Virginia for some white water rafting on the New River Gorge. If you've never been to the gorge, you're missing out. It's truly a beautiful and wild place. It's nickname is the Grand Canyon on the East and for good reason. The New River carves out a canyon along the Appalachian Mountains and the result is stunning. It also creates excellent white water!
Normally my outdoor adventures involve Doug but since he is gone, Ross has become his proxy. Ross enjoys hiking and the like but he is quite the daredevil I am. More on that later....
We arrived at Adventures on the Gorge, an outfitter that literally has EVERYTHING. We checked in and listened to a guy give a spiel about death and the dangers that await us on the river. Luckily I had been before so I wasn't that freaked out. After that, we headed for the bus and rode to the put in point. A guy named Steve entertained us on the bus with jokes and info about the area. He was the photographer on the trip and an extremely talented kayaker. Later he and I were talked for a bit and I found out he is originally from Smith Mountain Lake. A really cool guy!When we got to the river, we were divided into groups and sent to meet our guides. The thing that stood out to me was the number of "surfer dude" types who were guides. We got Sam, a pretty cool, totally laid back dude. We hauled the raft down to the river and got in. Once settled, Sam went over commands and told us some technical things we should know before starting off. He then said, "Do you guys want to practice flipping the raft so you know what to do?" I screamed, "Heck yes!" while everyone else just looked sheepish and mumbled not really under their breath. Sam looked at me and said, "You do?" and I said, "Yes...let's do it!". He said alright and flipped up! It was so much fun and the water felt soooo good. Because the New flows South to North, the water is very warm. Everyone swam back to the raft and we all struggled to get back in. Rafts sit very high off the water and you literally have to grab a strap and CLIMB back in. It's difficult and usually you need help from someone IN the raft to help you in.
Once settled back into the raft Sam told us that it was good to flip it because we were now prepared in case something happened. As we were traveling in a group of 5 rafts (other people from the bus), it felt pretty cool to be the only raft brave enough to try it from the start! Woo hoo
Not too long into the trip, we approached some class IV rapids (pretty big... the highest commercial rafts or kayaks can run is class V) Sam said, "If anyone wants to get out and swim through it, go for it!" I looked at him and said, "Seriously?" and he said, "I'd never joke about it." I don't think he had finished the word "it" before I dropped my paddle and jumped out of the raft. It was so much fun zipping down through the rapids. The power of the water was unbelievable! As I swam next to the raft, we passed under an rail road trussle. Sam said that the water under neath was close to 70 feet deep and that there was even an old railroad car under there. He said giant catfish live around there! I think he thought it would scare me, but it didn't phase me. I grew up swimming in ponds with gigantic snapping turtles.
Eventually he told me to come back to the raft because we were approaching some rapids I couldn't swim through. We paddled some really great white water and even did some 360's over rocks (all at my encouragement...the other rafters hated me because I encouraged Sam to do kamikaze stuff. Everytime he said, " Do you guys want to...", I'd scream YES before he could finish).
We stopped for lunch on a little sandy bank and it was actually a very nice meal. It was just sandwiches but they were nice ones and the potato salad and rice pudding were homemade and delicious! Yum!
We loaded up the rafts and the guides told us we could swim through the next couple of rapids, which we did. I banged myself up pretty good on a rock but no worries! We swam for what seemed FOREVER and finally got back in the raft. When we did, Sam decided we should flip the raft after surfing a hole. He started to flip it and we all fell out; however, the raft stayed right side up. As a result, I got stuck underneath it. It seemed like forever as I inchled my hand along the bottom of the raft. I had a paddle in one hand and my other hand was above my head trying to find the edge of the raft. When I finally found it, I popped out of the water and Sam was in disbelief. He said that he couldn't believe how long I was under there. Interestingly, I never panicked. I guess I knew all I had to do was find the edge of the raft and get up. That's the key around water...never panic. That's when mistakes are made.
As I swam with the current, I looked back to see Ross struggling to get back into the channel. He was being carried away by a different current and struggling hard to get out of it. Eventually Sam told another boat to pick him up. I think that really deflated Ross at that point because he was very quiet from that point on. :(
Eventually, we shot through some more rocks and rapids and got swirled around a lot before getting back into the raft. This time, I was able to climb unassisted! As I struggled, Sam yelled, "Climb it, girl!" and that gave me the encouragement to grunt my way back in! I felt pretty happy about that! Seriously, you can't imagine how hard it is to get back into a raft, especially after swimming 1/4 of a mile in a river.
About a half mile from the pull out point, we came to a HUGE rock that was about 20 feet above the water. Sam asked if anyone wanted to get out and jump. Naturally I said YES!!!! Several of us got out and climbed the rock while Sam and the others paddled out of the way. Once up on the rock, we all realized just how high up we were. It didn't look so frightening from the raft but once perched on the rock, we realized it was going to be quite a fall to the river. When my turn to jump came up, I took off running and stepped off. As my feet lost solid footing, I felt my stomach go up into my throat and my brain had that sick feeling of "Omg, are you insane?!?!" When I hit the water, I realized that I didn't die doing it and felt pretty good. Because of the life jacket, I popped up to the surface pretty quickly. What I realized a few minutes later once I was in the boat and down stream was that I may have not lost my life jumping, but I did lose my sunglasses! I couldn't figure out why the sun seemed so bright until I touched my face and realized they were gone! I was so bummed because I paid 44 cents for those bad boys at Kohl's and LOVED them!
When we got to the pull out point, the men were responsible for pulling the boat onto the truck. As we filed towards the bus, the guides, including Steve the Camera Man, pointed us toward a cooler full of beer and water. I grabbed a water while everyone else grabbed beer. I thought it was a pretty cool touch. Steve joked that only in West Virginia could you drink beer on a school bus! HAHAHA! That guy was a riot and a truly nice guy.
Incidently, it should be noted that the bus was driven by an Elvis impersonator (not sure if it was on purpose or not but the guy was definitely rocking a 1972 Elvis look). He took us back to the Adventures on the Gorge building and turned in our gear. We took showers and cleaned up while we waited for Steve to edit the video. However, Steve stopped me to tell me that something happened to the video and it didn't record. I was sooooo bummed out but later he found me in the gift shop and said he was able to salvage part of it. We went to the viewing area and watched it. Pretty cool but definitely would have been better had it recorded us doing some big rapids. Fortunately, Ross and I were able to buy photos of the trip, which I will post in this blog.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Gym Rat
So I haven't written in a while but it's mainly because I've had no time thanks to my new found hobby and addiction: working out! I've been running and strength training in addition to radically changing my diet. The results have been amazing. I've lost 8 pounds and I can see a huge difference in my figure. I also feel better mentally and physically. I've basically eliminated processed food, caffiene, and sugar (except raw honey) from my diet. Who knew you could feel THIS good without all the junk.
Sadly, I've not focused on my running as I should because I've been all about strength training BUT I am going to work on that because I plan to run the Marine Corps Mud Run this September and perhaps a "Run Like a Girl" 5k down in VA Beach in October. The proceeds for that one go to ovarian cancer, which my mom died from. To run in a 5K for that would be very special to me. Today I ran a total of 2 miles but only 1.5 of that was all at one time.
I tried to run this morning but Trooper was having NOTHING to do with it. The vet said he is fat and needs to run more. Well that's fine except Trooper prefers to eat and sniff flowers and snap at butterflies over actual exercise. I'd run for .25 mile and he'd stop and lay down on the ground, refusing to budge until it suited him. He'd then spring to life, take off like a mad man, holding the leash in his mouth as he dragged me down the trail. Then, like clockwork, he'd pass out again after .25 mile. This went on for approximately 1.5 miles before I gave up and coaxed him to the car with the promise of treats. I think I'm going to hold an intervention for him.
Anyway, that's what's going on in my world! I think I will post my run info on here.
Sadly, I've not focused on my running as I should because I've been all about strength training BUT I am going to work on that because I plan to run the Marine Corps Mud Run this September and perhaps a "Run Like a Girl" 5k down in VA Beach in October. The proceeds for that one go to ovarian cancer, which my mom died from. To run in a 5K for that would be very special to me. Today I ran a total of 2 miles but only 1.5 of that was all at one time.
I tried to run this morning but Trooper was having NOTHING to do with it. The vet said he is fat and needs to run more. Well that's fine except Trooper prefers to eat and sniff flowers and snap at butterflies over actual exercise. I'd run for .25 mile and he'd stop and lay down on the ground, refusing to budge until it suited him. He'd then spring to life, take off like a mad man, holding the leash in his mouth as he dragged me down the trail. Then, like clockwork, he'd pass out again after .25 mile. This went on for approximately 1.5 miles before I gave up and coaxed him to the car with the promise of treats. I think I'm going to hold an intervention for him.
Anyway, that's what's going on in my world! I think I will post my run info on here.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Waiting for the Locusts...
I should have stayed in bed today. Seriously.
Last night, just before bed, I killed a brown recluse and that should have been a sign of things to come. I spend the entire night in agony because my back was in so much pain from stress. I woke up to find that my hot water heater is broken. Then I head off to the doctor only to be sent to the Vampire Lestat for bloodwork who tears into my arm. Ouch!
Then I find out some other stuff that vexes me to no end regarding money. I decide to relieve my back tensions by going to get a massage. I go in expecting a relaxing massage but instead end up with Chatty Cathy who talks about everything under the sun. *sigh* Then, as if that isn't enough, I get a phone call from my brother and we proceed to get into it and argue.
At this point I'm expecting the locusts to come or for all my oxen to die.
Here's to hoping tomorrow is a better day....
Last night, just before bed, I killed a brown recluse and that should have been a sign of things to come. I spend the entire night in agony because my back was in so much pain from stress. I woke up to find that my hot water heater is broken. Then I head off to the doctor only to be sent to the Vampire Lestat for bloodwork who tears into my arm. Ouch!
Then I find out some other stuff that vexes me to no end regarding money. I decide to relieve my back tensions by going to get a massage. I go in expecting a relaxing massage but instead end up with Chatty Cathy who talks about everything under the sun. *sigh* Then, as if that isn't enough, I get a phone call from my brother and we proceed to get into it and argue.
At this point I'm expecting the locusts to come or for all my oxen to die.
Here's to hoping tomorrow is a better day....
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Feeling Lonely
Tonight has been rough. I'm so lonely and my friends don't understand because it's not the sort of lonely that makes me wish I had people around. It's lonely for Doug. Lonely for the companionship that only a romantic partner satiates.
I'll get over it I suppose....when he gets back. :)
I'll get over it I suppose....when he gets back. :)
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
A Yuck Week Thus Far...
This will be short because pollen is trying to destroy me and my immune system is on maximum overdrive. I feel miserable. I hate allergies.
Trooper went to the doctor because he acted like he was on death's door and the minute I got him there, he sprang to life and tried to steal the vet's pens (again!) and chewed on the stethoscope. $130 later, Troops is fine. Ugh. New rule: No blood, no broken bones, no vomit = no doctor. If it was good enough for me growing up (parents NEVER took us to the doctor unless we showed signs of rigor mortis setting in) then it's good enough for Trooper.
On another Trooper note, I went to orientation for obedience school tonight. Definitely signing the monster up. He needs it!
Tired and eyes burning from pollen. Signing out.
Trooper went to the doctor because he acted like he was on death's door and the minute I got him there, he sprang to life and tried to steal the vet's pens (again!) and chewed on the stethoscope. $130 later, Troops is fine. Ugh. New rule: No blood, no broken bones, no vomit = no doctor. If it was good enough for me growing up (parents NEVER took us to the doctor unless we showed signs of rigor mortis setting in) then it's good enough for Trooper.
On another Trooper note, I went to orientation for obedience school tonight. Definitely signing the monster up. He needs it!
Tired and eyes burning from pollen. Signing out.
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