Monday, October 24, 2016

Weekend Review {10/24}


After my lunchtime departure from work on Friday, Teh MD-AR and I headed downtown for packet pickup, lunch, and touristing.

First up was lunch since we were starving.  I decided on Prohibition for lunch since I hadn't been there before.  I learned that they are definitely more of a watering hole than eating hole.  The food wasn't bad, but I think my overly-high Charleston snob standards led to my disappointment.  Nonetheless, the drinks were awesome and the food was good (despite limited options).

Chicken sammich, mexican corn, baby crab cakes.

After we were fed, we took advantage of the fabulous weather/day and walked around downtown, marveling at old houses, dodging tree debris from the hurricane (that was in the process of being cleaned up), mouth-breathing because of the stench of horse pee, and trying not to get hit by cars (if you were me standing in the middle of the street trying to take photos).

Teh MD-AR on a cobblestone street

Did you know I have never walked around Charleston and taken photos?  I know, right?  I've lived here since Oct 2014 and haven't made the time to shoot.  #excusesfordays

Truthfully, I could have walked/driven around for hours shooting, but we had a limited amount of time, so I tried to make the best of it.  Teh MD-AR got to pet at least 3 dogs, 2 of which were whippets she may or may not have chased down the street.  Around 3, I realized that we still needed to pick up our bibs for the James Island Connector 10k we were running the next morning.  So we packed up and headed over to the park for pickup.

With bibs in hand, we headed back home to meet Teh German and feed the beasts and head to dinner before the Nash Bash.  We had agreed on Home Team BBQ for dinner since my goal was to get Teh MD-AR to as many delicious food places as possible.  When in Charleston, eating good is a priority.  Not eating well.  Please note, these things are different.

As we were getting out of the car at Home Team, there was a realization that the tickets were still on the counter at home, no one had grabbed them.  We live about 30 minutes from the concert venue, with no traffic and we were 25 minutes away from home at Home Team.  Yeahhhhh, that wasn't enjoyable.  We would have been there shortly after 6pm.  Instead we arrived right around 7:10.  Love & Theft had already taken the stage (which I heard on the radio).  This wasn't a huge deal in the long run, but it was inconvenient and for the 3 type-A personalities in the car, there was an underlying annoyance at having to deal with this forgetfulness.  Nonetheless, we made it.

We saw: Love & Theft, David Nail, and Billy Currington.
Fun fact: I really only cared about seeing David Nail and Love & Theft.  I know very few Billy Currington songs, but I ended up recognizing more than I thought I would.

Teh SC Teacher and Teh SC German met us there and later another coworker of Teh German's and his friend showed up as well.  Poor Teh German barely recognized any songs, but he was a good sport about it.

The biggest lesson I learned about myself and concerts from this experience is that I shouldn't do general admission concerts/seating.. EVER.  I was overstimulated and I was touched by too many strangers and my gimp toes were stepped on more than a handful of times.  I was over it about 1/2 way through the last set.  I was actually counting down the time to when it would end.  Then we finally decided to move back after Teh SC Teacher informed us that there were huge open areas about 20 feet behind us.  This was way better.  Of course, Billy did an encore which was actually pretty good.  He did one of his songs and then Friends in Low Places and Shut Up and Dance.  We left after Shut Up and Dance because we were tired and chilly since it was late and super windy.

Love & Theft

David Nail

Billy Currington

Selfie with a plane landing over head.

After we got home, we released the hounds, prepped doggy breakfast, and then crashed hard since we had to get up relatively early for our 10k.


Teh German insisted on setting a 0645 alarm on Saturday morning.  My goal was to leave by 0730 and I couldn't figure out what he was going to do for 45 minutes.  Turns out, his plan was to shut off the alarm and stay in bed.  He got up at 0715, after I'd sufficiently harassed him.

We ended up leaving the house around 0745, but because it was Saturday morning and barely any traffic (and Teh German was making good use of the fast lane), we made it downtown by 0810.  We had a parking snafu since the roads were blocked and we couldn't get to the parking garage we had a pass for.  Instead, we found parking on the street and prayed to the parking ticket gods that we wouldn't get a ticket since it seemed to be in an area for residents only.  We made our way to the start line with just the right amount of time to spare.  We had time to stretch and there was a delay while they cleared the traffic from the bridges we'd be running.  We still started right around 0830.

BTW, 0830 is the PERFECT time to start any type of run/physical activity when it's chilly/fall/winter outside.  Gives you time to sleep in and still early enough that the sun isn't going to melt your skin off.

I got a super LOL out of my bib number on Saturday morning when I realized I could be a 404 error for Halloween, if we hadn't already planned our costumes.
Someone on FB commented that I could be the Blue Screen of Death, which made me cackle since my blue outfit was completely unintentional (and the skirt is actually purple).

Race selfies with my race groupies.

Views from the run:

I hadn't ever actually appreciated the Charleston skyline coming from James Island and running 6.2 miles gives you plenty of time to appreciate.  In all honesty, this 10k was probably one of my best runs of 2016, for so many reasons.  And you have to exclude Disney runs from my 2016 runs.  They are on a different level than local runs.

You may not remember back in April when I ran the Cooper River Bridge Run, I deemed it my worst race.  Then all summer, every run was miserable because it's the temperature of the sun here, then the gimp toe situation the first weekend in August.  Then I ran a half marathon at Disneyland and that definitely became my worst race ever.  Then during hurricane weekend, I was moving the grill and ripped off the toe nail on my "good" foot.  I didn't run at all after Disneyland until a week before the 10k.  I was giving my toe a rest.  I even went to the podiatrist to get it checked out just in case.

When I ran the week before the race, it felt good.  Everything felt a little rusty, but I was able to complete 2.25 miles with almost no pain in my toes.  We were all trepid about my running a 10k.  And by we all, I mean Teh German, Teh MD-AR, me, Teh WJL, the Chiro, the Podiatrist, and anyone else who knew my toe was jacked up.

When we were about 4.5 miles into the run, we were chugging up a hill, and I wanted to cry.  But this time, tears of joy.  Nothing hurt!  The weather was perfect.  The views were amazing.  My earbuds didn't die like they said they were going to at mile 2.  I did have some guilt about leaving Teh MD-AR behind, but she finished within 10 minutes of us.  It felt good to be doing what I love again.  It was such a radical change from my last race when I had to stop crying to cross the finish line before any cameras caught me.


When Teh German and I crossed the finish line, we got our medals and then I immediately turned around and ran the course backwards to find Teh MD-AR so I could run the end with her.  Thankfully, she wasn't too far behind us.  I ran with her and a lady she'd befriended until the finish chute and let them pass through on their own.

We sat for a few minutes and stretched and had some water.  Then we checked out the tents that were at the finish area.  We took a photobooth photo, tried to find food, Teh German picked up a beer, and then we decided to go get breakfast instead of eating a hot dog, the only food we could find.

I wanted to try a place called Callie's Hot Little Biscuit, so we headed deeper into downtown to find parking and wait in line for noms.  It might not have been one of my better life choices as we were all hangry and the wait was a bit too long for some of us.  Honestly, it wasn't the best thing I've ever eaten, but I stood and waited for our order while Teh German and Teh MD-AR waited outside and I noticed that regulars weren't ordering the specials, but just plain biscuits with toppings.  AND I learned that you can call ahead and pay over the phone so you don't have to wait in the line.  Lessons learned for next time.

I didn't even take photos of the food, despite Teh MD-AR's reminder because I was just too hungry.  I got lucky and found 2 chairs at the minuscule bar area and let Teh German and Teh MD-AR sit while we ate.  After our foods were gone, we stopped by the visitor center for a magnet for Teh MD-AR and some silly photos of us, which I can't show you because I can't find them.  Finally, we headed for home to snuggle with dogs, shower, and nap.

After a 2.5 hour nap, we woke up and got ready to head to dinner at Sesame.  Thankfully, Teh MD-AR reminded me about tickets before we left, otherwise, we'd have been coming back home to get the tickets.. again.  I tried something new at Sesame and wasn't overly impressed, but my belly was full and we got the brownie sundae and it was delicious.

After we paid, we headed to the coliseum for the Stingrays season opener.  Sadly, we lost in overtime, but it was a good game until that point.  I may or may not have used my mustache flask for the first time ever and it was a solid life choice.

After the game, we weren't overly tired since we'd had a nap and Teh MD-AR and I started the puzzle I bought special for her visit, a Thomas Kinkade/Sleeping Beauty mashup.  We said we were just going to do the edge, but ended up doing a bit more.  We finally headed to bed around midnight.


Sunday morning was sleep in morning.  Teh MD-AR had an appointment with Roux's Humom to take photos of Olive and Zoey (her dogs) at 0900.  Phil and Meri insisted on going with us, so I dropped Meri off at Roux's house and then Phil stood around with me until he couldn't take it anymore and I jogged him home (meaning I was jogging and he was walking quickly).  His paws are much better and he's even bandage free now!

After Olive and Zoey were done with their glamour shots, we stopped and picked up Meri, and then we went home for me to shower and then head to brunch at Holy City Brewery.

I ordered the south and west bowl and had to send it back because my poached egg still had runny stuff and I just couldn't.  I wanted to, but I couldn't.  I need Charleston cooks to learn that runny white eggs are NOT cooked eggs.  And if it's clear?  Don't even put that shit in front of me.  Yep, I've seen that too.

Teh MD-AR said that Holy City's chicken and waffles changed her life.  I'm glad I could facilitate that.  After Holy City, we crossed the bridge for some Metto, then headed home because Teh German and I were in the midst of a struggle and he was super bad company and I was done being around him.

When we got home, Teh German set himself up in the loft for a youtube video session that lasted until bedtime.  I ended up crashing for a nap, as did Teh MD-AR.  When we got up, we started doing puzzle again.  I couldn't figure out what to do for dinner, so we ended up being super healthy and eating frozen pizza.

Shortly after 9pm, we finished the puzzle!  For only 750 pieces, that sucker was difficult!

After doggy breakfast was prepared, we headed upstairs for bedtime preparations.  I finally broke down and spoke to Teh German after an all day silent treatment battle we'd waged.  Obviously, we're super good at healthy communication.  It was a good chat and we accomplished not going to sleep angry.

Overall, a fantastic weekend.  Despite some hurdles and communication issues, no one was scathed.  I'm super pumped that my run was so fantastic.  It motivates me to get back to running, which is perfect timing since I stepped on the scale this morning and had to choke back a sob.  All this eating and not working out is catching up to me.  Le sigh.

This week includes getting back on schedule, accomplishing some House tasks that took the backseat last week, and continuing to encourage Teh German to be a little more flexible when life doesn't work out as planned.  I'm not looking forward to saying bye to Teh MD-AR tomorrow, but she'll be back in November for Thanksgiving and the Goo Goo Dolls concert!!!

Happy end of October, Gentle Readers!

Linking up with:
Biana @ BLovedBoston

Friday, October 21, 2016

Five on Friday #90


Teh MD-AR IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!  She arrived last night.  Let me tell you about all the fun things we have planned.  You're not even ready for this.  I know it.

Friday: Megan gets off work at her Friday time, go home, head out for packet pick up, do things.  Teh German comes home, we all go out to dinner out at a delicious place (Willie Jewels?  Sesame?  Home Team BBQ?  Mex 1?  so many options, so little stomach space).  NashBash at 6pm to see Billy Currington, David Nail, and Love & Theft.

Saturday: We have the James Island Connector 10k Saturday morning.  Saturday evening we will be attending the Stingrays season opener.

Sunday through the dreaded day (when she leaves): Laziness and whatever we wawnt.


Women's reproductive rights.  Let's talk about it for a moment.  Ok more than a moment, because I have a lot to say about it.

Let's start with some history, shall we?
I was raised Catholic.  My grandparents did the rosary together every night before bed, and I absolutely adored this.  I only missed church for sickness or possible death.  Then I graduated high school and left for college.  While I was at NCSU, I went to church services a few times, but truthfully, it was weird because church was in a theater and where were all the adults?  Getting to a church off campus was a lot of effort since my car was parked a 30 minute walk/bus ride away. 

But the real truth is that even when I still lived with my parents, I was having some doubts about my faith.  It all seemed weird and like everyone believed in magic, but 1- my parents required that I be at church, so I was there.  2- everyone else was doing it, so it was fine.  I could do this too.  These feelings got stronger as I got older.

All of that was to tell you that I've actually participated in a pro-life march in DC (through the church).  Someone explained the concept of pro-life to me, but I was 11 or 12 and had no real concept of what any of it meant.  I thought we were there to save live babies from being killed or something.  It didn't make sense.  We rode in a charter bus from NC to DC and then we slept in a gym with men separate from women and used a community bathroom for all our hygienic needs (which mine were pretty slim during that trip).  We gathered at what I came to learn (within the last 5-8 years) was the National Mall and then we walked down the street to the building where some hearing was taking place.  We didn't stay for long once we got there.  I can't remember if we went back to the Mall or if our bus was there waiting for us.  Either way, we ended up back in the bus and headed back to NC.

The grim reaper costumes and Halloween-esque babies and signs are still perfectly clear in my memory.  Nonetheless, today I am pro-choice.  In fact, I was probably pro-choice at that gathering, I just didn't know what pro-choice was. 

I believe that the choices I make with MY body are MY choices.  You can have your opinions about my choices, but your opinions should not affect my RIGHTS to make choices about my body

I don't want to swing this into politics, but we all know that's the real reason this conversation is so relevant right now.  A presidential candidate is talking about reversing the rights I was given to choose what I want to do with my body.  That concept is horrific to me.  The idea of losing my rights is astounding.  It is reversing progress.  It is, for lack of better words, and to steal from said presidential candidate, "Wrong."

PS.  The only analogy I can make for the male perspective is having to sign up for the draft.  That said, I support women having to also sign up for the draft. 

PPS.  This article and this article about late-term abortions explain why women should have the right to choose.  It's not about killing babies, it's about saving the life (physical and mental) of a mother.


I signed Phil and Meri up for a Pupbox or something.  It was only $10 and I'll cancel the subscription after the box ships so it doesn't automatically renew.  After getting some crazy-dog-lazy shade about feeding my dogs milkbones, I figured I'd look into an alternative source for treats. 

In more complete honesty (when don't you get that with me?  I mean, really?), Phil and Meri rarely get treats.  The get their meals 2x a day with a gob of peanut butter so they will take their meds and they get a frozen peanut butter kong (lined with PB around the edges only, not completely filled) each day when we both leave for work.  If we leave in the evening for any reason, they are only given PB kongs if they didn't get one earlier in the day.  If they got a pb kong earlier, they will get 2 milkbones each or a teeth cleaning treat.  Rarely, they will get scraps of human food, but that is only delivered via their bowls so they don't beg while we are eating.

I bought this huge box of milkbones because it was a lot of treats and they don't get them that often.  I opened this box when we moved in May and it's probably still 1/2 full. 

I'm really a super strict dog mom.  Feel sorry for my future spawns.


From the phone:
Meri supervising while I change Phil's bandages

We attended a Stingrays meet and greet this week.  Teh German got his jersey signed by all the players.  Damn, Megan, good job on that anniversary present!

sneaky selfies with the new head coach.

Morale boosting toys from Roux's Humom

We're officially bandage free, but that right paw is still pretty swollen.
From my manipulations, I'm thinking he might have strained some toes.
He's mostly back to being himself though, so YAY!

After some FB friend assistance, I learned that I'd been watering a weed.
I pulled that sucker out last night and it was WELL-TENDED.  Super thick roots and stem.
I had to do some manhandling to get it out of the ground!
Also, it was stinky.  No bueno.


10 things that made me happy this week:
  1. Picking up my medal shadowbox.
  2. Phil getting back to his normal self.
  3. Shaving my legs.
  4. Live tweeting my debate reactions.  Since Teh German insisted on watching, despite my protests.
  5. Extra dogs in the house
  6. Being the only person dressed up for a Friday meeting with clients while everyone one was wearing jeans.  #fancy
  7. Almost being done with The Last Anniversary on audiobook because ugh.
  8. Figuring out the weed vs flower debacle.
  9. Meetings that end early.
  10. Teh MD-AR arriving!!!

Happy Friday, Gentle Readers.
Linking up with these ladies since it's FFFFRRRRRRIIIIIIDDDDAAAAYYYY!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Confessions {10/19}

-Dear Coworker,
When I walk by your desk, you are always switching the window unless you are actually doing work.  It's fine that you're on FB/whatever you're doing.  Just leave it open.  OWN it.  But stop looking guilty.  Also, how can you not hear my badge clinking against my lanyard as I approach?  You know it's me, you know I don't care.  Just don't bother.  #working

-The women's bathroom at our new office makes me rage.  Between the idiosyncrasies in all 3 stalls, the fact that the touchless paper towel dispenser gives you approximately 1 centimeter of paper towel per wave of your hand, makes my rage palpable.  #youhadonejob #Ijustwanttodrymyhands

-My entire menstruating life, I've been told by various women to keep track of my periods.  I didn't.  Until after my endo surgery.  I set up a googly calendar to track my periods and sexy time.  Now I'm super OCD about tracking both.  I enter my period as "Hooray no babies!" or "I'm a real girl!"  Sex is just "!".  Because bang.  Get it?  #Impunny

-When I share a picture from my phone, the menu that pops up is constantly changing.  The icons are never in the same place.  It makes me #irrationallyangry

-Dear Coworker,
Stop wearing those sandals.  They are clunky and I'm afraid you are going to trip and fall.  Also, they are noisy.  #notagoodlifechoice

-To the very sweet Old Navy employee who told me I probably needed a 6 or 8 in leggings.  You are so sweet!  Thank you for either lying or being very nice.  You didn't look surprised when I said I probably needed a 10, so you were probably lying to be nice.  #lietomeandtellmeImpretty

-I admitted this to Nadine the other day, but I figured it was perfect confessions fodder.  When I was young, at night I would make up scenarios in my head before I'd go to sleep.  Sometimes I'd pretend I was pregnant by stuffing a basketball under my sleep shirt.  This could be why I'm not in a hurry to get knocked up.  #girlsareweird #basketballbaby

-Twitterfeed is shutting down their services.  They emailed everyone TWO WEEKS before the site goes down.  Seriously?  This is annoying to me for several reasons:
1.  This blog feeds to FB and Twitter through Twitterfeed.
2.  (most important) The GEGR (Phil's rescue group) foster blogs feed to FB and Twitter through Twitterfeed.
The problem with finding a replacement is that most of these services cost money, are difficult to figure out, or the free accounts limit the feeds they will push.  Uggggghhhhh.  #allgoodthingscometoanend  #suggestionswelcome

-I bought jeggings from Old Navy last March and I loved them.  Then they got stretched and the black faded (which is why I hate black pants).  I bought 3 new pairs of jeggings when I was at Old Navy for my halloween costume piece, but I haven't decided if I'm going to keep them or not.  I haven't decided if wearing stretchy pants is letting myself go or not.  I guess this isn't really that much different than wearing some of the stuff I wear to work (skirts/dresses w/ stretch/no waist), but it just feels like giving up.  I purposely didn't take the tags off in case I decide to return them.  Truthfully, I don't need more pants.  I bought black, navy blue, and denim.  Do I keep them?  Do I return them?  PS.  I got 55% off of my entire purchase, so super sale.  #indecision #fashionpolice #stretchypants

-Mangos are tropical and fun.. but I don't love mango.  In fact, I greatly dislike it.  I want to like it.  Alas, I do not.  #mangosaregross

-When I was in 2nd grade, we had these learn to type machines, called Type Right, so we could learn to type.  I guess because the entire school shared 1 classroom set of these bad boys, we only got to use these things a few times.  All I remember from this was learning the home row keys.. and all possible words that can be made from the home row.  I repeated these words so often that I still remember those stupid little machines (that made my hands hurt really bad!) every time I type one of those words.  For example: salad, sass, dad, add, all, ask, lad, lass, alas, fad, salads.  #musclememory #learningtotype #backintheday

-I haven't read blogs since last week and I know I'm going to sign into Feedly to a mabillionty unread blogs and #bloggerproblems.  Also, I'd really like to read the linker-uppers from the Show Us Your Books linkup, but haven't done that either.  This weekend isn't looking like I'll be taking the time either.  #yolo  #somuchliving  #notimeforboring

-Because I can't rely on the dishwasher at work being ran, I use the lazy method of washing my mug during the week (since it seems to get ran every other Friday).  I run the Keurig for 12 oz of water in my mug.  Not only does this clear out any coffee juice that took place before me, but it also helps me rinse/sanitize my mug before I use it.  Sometimes, I'm really fancy and get a paper towel and dip it in the scalding water and wipe off the lip/handle.  #sofancy  #energyconservation  #2birds1stone

-Guess who will be here tomorrow?!?!  It's ok, I'll just tell you.  TEH MD-AR WILL BE HERE TOMORROW NIGHTTTT!!!!!!!!!  Although this isn't soon enough.  /squeeeeeeeee  She'll be here until Tuesday, which isn't long enough.  All week I've been looking at this picture because it makes me laugh.  #notsorry #runningbesties

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Sh*t Teh German Said... #2

I've been stocking up.  Now I shall share.

After I shared the link to the 1st batch, this was Teh German's response.

While at a Stingrays game the mascot passed our seats:
Teh German (tG): It's Coolray!  I touched him!  I touched the ray!!!

Teh Megan (tM): I never watched the Jackass movie.
tG: We made our own jackass video.  It's on VHS somewhere.
tM: We'll be watching that when we travel back in time.

tM: Sorry, I was pressing the button, but it wasn't pressing.
tG: It wasn't impressed?

While driving a car is coming towards us with bright lights.
tG: Do you have on your high beams?
*car passes
tM: Maybe they had on their high beams because they are like a streak of lightning.
tG: Maybe like a streak of douchary.

When we were on our way to Germany, I got a massive zit on my cheek.
tM: OMG this zit is so big.
tG: You should apply for another zipcode.
tM: You mean zit-code?

We pass a Gentleman's Club sign
tG: A gentleman doesn't have to pay money to have women hang out with him.

Teh German is singing.
tG: Like rrrrraaaiiiiinnnn hmmmm hmmmm hmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmm..  What is this song called?  Rain?
tM: Ironic.  Because irony.
*song was Ironic by Alanis Morissette if you didn't figure it out from Teh German's rendition.

Monday, October 17, 2016

Weekend Review {10/17}

You know how some weekends you have a goals in mind that you want to accomplish and then everything about the weekend works against you and you accomplish nothing?  Yeah, that was my weekend.  But let me tell you about it.

Goals: Go through photos, write blogs, run


I don't recall anything noteworthy about work on Friday.  I did leave after lunch time because I had hit 40 hours and I didn't want to be in the office anymore.  When I got home, I tried to read linker-upper posts from the Show Us Your Books linkup, but failed because of exhaustion.  Between girl week and shitty sleeps, I was done.  I ended up napping on the couch until Teh German came home, early

He walked in the door ready to hang up the Germ-erica flag.  I had told him that my stipulation was that we hang everything upstairs after we hung the flag and he had agreed.  I slowly got up and we got started hanging the frame.  There was a debacle since our step stool has been missing since the boarding-down party, Sunday after the hurricane.  We ended up using a chair and with some German precision, we got the hooks hung and the frame up.  We may have had to use the retractable roasting sticks to get the wire in the hooks, but the frame is up!

I should have put something else in the picture for perspective.  Well, I can tell you that those photos are 4x6 photos.  I didn't count how many there are in the frame.  The frame is actually 3x5.. and I mean 3 FEET by 5 FEET.  It took up the entire back of Yurtle when I brought it home.  It's YUGE.  I wanted to get a picture straight on of the frame, but the glare from the windows was killing my mojo.  Every single time I passed the frame going up and down the stairs all weekend, I smiled.  It makes me super happy.

After the flag went up, it was time to hang up other things.  I had to get grumbly with Teh German who kept getting distracted by social media.  He gave me his opinion on where certain things should go and we got all the upstairs stuff hung within 15 minutes.  Woot.

Bedroom - Storypeople
Guest Room - GTMO pics
Loft/Stairs - Etc/flag

YAY for having a perspective photo of the flag!

We had agreed to "first date" for dinner.  This means we would ride to Hometeam BBQ on Mike and Suzi for dinner.  After we finished our hanging, we watched an episode or two of HIMYM and then decided we were hungry.  We got ready and headed out to West Ashley.  It was a boring ride since we saw cops on every road we turned onto.  This was probably to make up for that 100mph ride we did a few weeks ago.  I did get a good laugh out of the assholes who were trying to pass on the right since we were blocking the fast lane at 5-10 mph over the speed limit, keeping pace with the state trooper.  They'd get over and start to pass and realize why we were all going so "slow" and then let off the gas.  Really, you see 2 crotch rockets in the left lane going almost the speed limit and you don't think there is a reason they are blocking the left lane?  You're an idiot, enjoy your ticket, douchewad.

It was almost just like first date because we even got "our" parking spot right up front.  We waited in line for a bit since we arrived right at the dinner time rush.  After we got our food, we sat outside to eat since it's not the temperature of hell in Charleston anymore, small miracles.  We got to see a few puppies (actual puppies) and one older guy noticed my NCSU sweatshirt and said to me, "Go Pack!"  I was in the middle of chewing, so I made the wolf hand sign as he passed.  It made the evening even more awesome. 

Eventually, after some chatting, we headed back home.  The trip back home was, thankfully, uneventful.  We settled in and watched a few more episodes of HIMYM and then it was time for bed.


I slept like absolute shit on Friday night because I kept having concentration camp nightmares from the audiobook I was listening too.  I was awake more than I was asleep.  It made for a very difficult AM when Teh German's alarm went off so he could get to work.  I felt like I had just fallen asleep and he uses the annoying bunker alarm so I really just wanted to hulksmash the phone.  I wasn't able to fall back asleep for several hours after his alarm went off, but I think I managed to sneak in another hour before I finally gave up and got out of bed. 

There was a monster in my bed.

My biggest plan of the day was to get a run in.  My toeS aren't completely better, but we have a 10k scheduled for next week, so I needed to at least test if I could manage to run at all.  We had someone coming out to give us an estimate on laying concrete for a driveway extension and a slab for the trailer and to extend the patio, and I was waiting on them before I went on my run, knowing that they'd show up when I was at least 1/2 a mile away.  It didn't take long to get the measurements and they said they'd get back to me with an estimate. 

As soon as they left, I started my run.  I turned on my audiobook, because I was determined to finish it before the day was over, to hopefully stop anymore nightmares from keeping me up.  I'm pleased to say that I made it 2.25 miles with very minimal pain.  That pain was actually on the ripped off nail toe, not the original gimp toe!  This is good news!  It means I'm 10k not-ready ready next weekend!  After missing 1 run that I'd paid for, I'm glad not to have to sit out another.

After my run, I watered the flowers, ate lunch, did some puzzles, all the while listening to my audiobook.  I figured Teh German was going to be home after lunchtime, but ended up being wrong.  I showered and the audiobook FINALLY ended.  I was glad for it to be over because it was a WW2/concentration camp book and I needed it to end so I could move on with my life.  I didn't enjoy the narration and the story was horrific, but I had to finish it.  It was a good book though.

With the audiobook over, I started the laundry and shortly after Teh German came home and we burned some time chatting and perusing social media until it was time to go over to Roux's house for a meet and greet type gathering.  We arrived early so the dogs could burn off most of their energy before other guests started to arrive.  We had snacks while the dogs played.  Eventually the other guests arrived and we socialized.  When it was doggy dinner time, I brought Meri and Phil home and fed them dinner, rotated the laundry, then put the dogs in their crates when I headed back to the gathering.  I was exhausted and my head was hurting, but I went back. 

Phil on his chair at Roux's house

Roux wanted a close up taken.

A few hours later, we headed home.  It was also ladies night for the neighborhood, but I skipped out.  Teh German was pretty drunk when we left and we came home and went straight to bed at 8:30.  Since Teh German was so drunk, he kept twitching.. but when he started groaning, I sprang out of bed and retrieved a trash can to put by his side of the bed.  He was up and down throughout the night, waking me up each time he woke up and shuffled his way to the bathroom. 


Another restless night accomplished, we woke up late on Sunday.  Teh German wisely chose to feed the dogs while I stayed in bed.  After feeding, everyone came back upstairs to morning naps.  We slept in until 10ish, when Teh German noticed a message from his aunt asking if we were awake.  We said yes and she skyped with us for a few minutes to explain that she was having some issues booking travel from Charlotte to Charleston, which I offered to assist her with.  After we finished our skype chat, Teh German and I got out of bed and got ready to head out.  We had agreed to go to a Barktober event with Roux's Humom and Mr. Golfer.  I had already said we were not bringing the dogs, much to Teh German's dismay.

Despite his hangover, Teh German was a good sport.  We got to the event and ate first thing.  Then I noticed they had a small lure chasing course set up and I immediately wanted to go home and get Phil and Meri.  I thought Meri would love to chase the lure.  I figured Phil wouldn't care either way, what with taking his retirement very seriously.  After we walked through all the booths, I spoke with the guy running the lure and he said that a greyhound would be fine, he would just have to make sure to turn the lure quick enough so he didn't barrel through the fencing. 

Finally, we all loaded back up and headed back home for us to pick up Phil and Meri.  Roux's Humom came back with us to take photos, while Mr. Golfer headed to Lowe's for other activities.  I was super pumped to get the dogs running.  When we got there, we got close parking (yay) and we went straight to the lure course and paid and waited in line for a bit.  It wasn't too long, but it felt like a long time because we were in the sun.  Finally, it was our turn.  I figured Meri would have been amped up, but neither dog seemed to have noticed the lure going around the course.  At the last minute, I decided to take Phil in first since I figured he'd be easier to hold while Meri ran her turn.  It took a split second for Phil to notice the lure and then he was off!  It was the fastest I'd seen him go ever.  He wasn't at his full greyhound speed because the course wasn't long enough, but it was so awesome to see him run. 

Then, I made a poor parenting choice.  The guy stopped the lure and told me to check Phil's paws.  I tried to lift Phil's leg, but he wasn't having it.  He was limping on his usual sore leg, so I figured he had just exerted himself a bit too hard.  I asked the guy to slow it down some and let him go more since he hadn't been running that long.  The guy really didn't slow it down any.  Phil kept right on going.  Finally, Phil's turn was up.  Teh German and I traded out Meri for Phil, but Meri wasn't having it.  She was confused where Phil had went and she wouldn't chase the lure.  So I had Teh German come back in with Phil.  Meri was happy to chase Phil, who was chasing the lure again.  They didn't run long because Phil was starting to run wonky.  I thanked the lure guy for the good time and we headed out of the enclosed area.  At which point, several people noticed at once that Phil was bleeding. 

Phil was also huffing and puffing.  He's not as in shape as he used to be.  I knew there were pools in the dog area, so I took Phil and Teh German had Meri while Roux's Humom walked with us to the far side of the dog park.  The pools were disgusting, but I walked Phil through them.  Then when Roux's Humom noticed a water hose, I led my mini-horse to water.  Once I got Phil on a smooth surface, I checked his paws.  The big pad on each paw was ripped and pretty bad.  He was obviously hurting.  The thing about Greyhounds is they are extremely stoic.  There was no whimpering or sound, but my boy was moving super slowly and I knew.  He was also panting very heavy, so the first thing I did was hose him down.  I felt bad that I also hosed down Roux's Humom a little also, but it wasn't intentional.  My pants were super wet from the hose.  After getting Phil hosed off and his panting a little less heavy, I focused on rinsing off his feet.  This was fruitless because we then had to walk all the way back across the dog park and to the car, but I wanted to make sure that whatever could have been in them from the pools was washed away.

Once I felt like I had cooled him down as much as possible, we slowly made our way back to the car.  Truthfully, I was in full-blown panic mode after I noticed that Phil's paws were bleeding.  I knew that Teh German had Meri so I seriously gave zero shits about anything else besides Phil in those moments.  Some asshole hadn't bothered to latch the gate when he was coming out the entrance so I made him latch the gate before we came in.  I just can't with some people.  I had to lead dogs out of our way because they wanted to come and say hi.  This is not the time right now dogs, get away.  I was in this zone from the time Phil left the course until I got him in the car.  I also had a super panic moment when a smallish white/black dog crossed in front of us as I was leading Phil to the car.  It was slow going, but after his just chasing a white thingy, I didn't need him eating someone's dog.  I didn't even care about the lady sitting right there, I gently, but forcefully relocated the dog as Phil came around the table, so he didn't notice it.

I had given Teh German my keys and he was backing Yurtle up as far as possible so Phil wouldn't have to cross the gravel.  While we waited on him to back up, Phil and I stopped at the edge of the sidewalk where a police officer was standing in the shade.  While the officer and I exchanged pleasantries, Phil noticed the lure moving again and perked back up and started to lunge towards it!  This dog could barely walk and was bleeding, but he wanted to go back for more!  My heart ached.

I managed to get Phil to the back of Yurtle, Meri was already inside.  I knew he wasn't going to be able to jump in the car, so I had Teh German help me lift Phil inside the car.  Phil quickly settled down and I drove home in a mild panic.  What kind of mom lets their kid hurt itself?  That's all I could think of.  Me.  I did. 

When we got home, we dropped off Roux's Humom and Teh German stopped and fetched our found step stool (yay!).  We had some debate about how to get Phil out of the car without him jumping out.  We tried using one of the hurricane boards for the windows, but it was too steep.  In the end, I manhandled Phil and lifted him out myself.  PS.  Phil weighs 80 lbs.  Mom-adrenaline is real.

The first thing I did was have both dogs go outside.  Once back in, I knew Phil would settle quickly since he was hurting.  Once he was laying down on a slumber ball (with my help), I washed each paw with warm soapy water, smothered the pads with neosporin, and wrapped each paw with a non-stick gauze pad and vet wrap and let Phil rest.  I did massage his legs and back once in the afternoon and before bed to help his muscles some.  When he got up for dinner and last out, my heart continued to break.  My poor boy was limping so bad, I just wanted to carry him everywhere. 

tired pups

After Phil was taken care of, I texted another neighbor to let her know we were home.  She had said she was making Thai noodles for dinner and asked if we wanted to try them.  Of course we did.  We ended up going over for an early dinner around 3:30 since that's when the baby was asleep.  The noodles were delicious and she didn't add any spice to them so I could eat too!  We socialized for a little bit and then when it was doggy dinner time, we headed home.

We hadn't put the dogs in their crates when we left because I knew they were both tired.  When we came inside, Phil was coming down the stairs.  I knew he would be ok, but I also knew he was hurting.  He ate all his dinner with no issue and went outside for business.  When he came back in, he settled on his slumber ball and passed out while Teh German and I watched HIMYM for the rest of the night. 

Blogging or photos accomplished?  Nurpe. 

I'd been fighting a headache all of Sunday and realized Sunday evening it's because I had failed to put Sudafed in my daily pill container.  Oops.  We headed to bed after Stella and Ted broke up.  Teh German rubbed my neck and shoulders since my head was hurting and because he's the best boyfriend ever.  Then it was bedtime.

Overall, a very fun socializing weekend.  I knew that we had activities planned for this weekend, but I hadn't expected to so social.  It's not a bad thing.  I'm hoping that soon I can get back to sleeping soundly because this being exhausted all the time is unbecoming. 

Phil was pretty bad off this morning.  I gave him a tramadol (left over from his last dental) before bed and it was obviously working because in the middle of the night I heard Phil shuffling around and licking his foot.  He wasn't pleased when he was caught and I made him go back to bed, but he was still in bed this morning when the alarms went off, even if he was missing his bandage on one foot (the worst foot, of course).

He hobbled down the stairs on his own and made it outside for business.  When they came inside this morning, I had them go straight to their crates for peanut butter kongs so Phil would only have to settle one time.  Since Phil hadn't taken his pills (to include a pain pill) or finished his breakfast, I put that in his crate with him.  I'm headed home at lunch today to check on him and do his foot soaks and rewrap his foot, since I'm sure he's been licking at it.

Truthfully, I feel like an absolutely horrible dog mom.  But I know he had a blast.  From the one two photos I've seen of his run, he has so much joy on his face.  Kangaroo Meri is absolutely adorable too.

Overall, another great weekend.  Phil will hopefully be back in commission soon, since I plan on having him on a regular treatment schedule with foot soaks and wraps and pain killers.  Maybe one day I'll get to those photos.