WALK is a four letter word!

I will be the first to admit. I HATE walks. It's not that I hate walking. If there is a purpose and destination (other than my health and healthiness) ((which yes ARE important!!)) then I don't mind walking.

For Example: Look over there...it's a Route 44 Diet Coke with extra extra ice a mile down that road....LET'S GO! or

You need to show your children that Disney World IS the happiest place on earth and you have only one day to do the whole park.....WHY CAN"T YOU KEEP UP WITH ME? or

There is WIFI three miles from here.....WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR?

Needless to say, I really don't like walking around my neighborhood. My feet and back seem to hurt the moment I step foot out of the front door. But ironically there is someone in my house who LOVES to go on walks. In fact you don't even have to say the word...she just freakishly senses that you are about to say those dreaded words.....

"Sadie?? do you wanna go on a walk?"

Here is the video proof of her excitement.

Sick as a dog

Well the last three days have been fun......NOT! I have been as sick as a dog....what does that mean exactly anyway. I have a dog and she rarely is sick. Plus the few times I have seen her throw up she doesn't seem to even care. I am not EVEN going to gross you out with what she does after. Anyway I digress.......after two weeks of an upper respiratory virus, I followed it up with the good old fashioned up chuck fest. (I am sure there is a more delicate way to say it or perhaps I should not talk about it at all but in the last week I read blogs about passing gas, and home births (with pictures) so I think my little tale is fair game.) Anyway long story short I ended up Sunday night in the emergency room. Not sure that it was completely necessary, but the nurse on the phone after asking Mr. T a series of questions that he would in turn ask me as I sat on the floor of the bathroom, led her to believe that I was on the edge of dehydration. And to tell the truth at that point I would have probably given anyone whatever they wanted if they would just make the ...uh .....well....er.... regurgitation stop. After a seemingly endless ride to the hospital (Mr. T got a little lost) I entered the emergency room doors. I had been er..uh..losing my lunch for 6 hours straight every 30 minutes like clockwork and as I walked through the sterile automatic doors I realized that it had been 30 minutes since my last..uhm...er..... uh...."emptying". I figured that this would surely get the attention of the desk clerk and so I.......er..uh...uhm.....NOTHING! It had magically stopped. I was cured just by entering. A miracle you say? No because Mr T. had already filled out the paperwork and they had my drivers license. Why did they have my driver's license? Trust me that I was in no mood to operate a motor vehicle. Well I thought I would just get up and leave..I could always go to the DMV and stand in a line for four hours and get another one. But Mr. T insisted they check me out. Of course just my luck that there was a woman the night before that had the exact same symptoms as I and ended up having gall stones when she didn't have a gall bladder anymore which is extremely rare and dangerous so I got the FULL treatment. (btw I also have no gall bladder...too much info right?) I felt so stupid! They did blood tests and urine anaylsis and x-rays...YES x-rays! Four hours and two IV bags later then finally let me go free. Home never felt so good! (I did however end my experience at 5 am that next morning with one last.......er..uhm.....oral explosion.) It just couldn't have happened at the ER could it??

In honor of my being sick as a dog....enjoy a picture of my dog....who is NEVER sick and eats her own vomit..there I said it anyway.