WTF Wednesday, Boomer is my fall guy.

Are people actually still considering vacationing in the Dominican Republic?  According to the latest reports 9 people have died there since April and since it’s not exactly a top vacation destination, I mean, I just don’t think that there are thousands of Americans jetting over there monthly, so yeah, 9 is a big number.  Also, Rick Springfield cancelled his concert there so it’s obvious that something is going on over there.

MacGyver and I already live in a top vacation destination so we’ll be staying home this holiday weekend.  Considering it’s the 4th of July and we have really bad luck on the 4th that’s not a bad idea, trust me.  We also have some family celebrating to do because the fourth of July is actually this guy’s birthday.


Just give me all the food please….

I’m baking him a special cake.  He’s such a good boy.  Plus, last week when I was having stomach issues I farted in public twice when another person was standing right beside me and Boomer was my fall guy so I have to make it up to him.


Sorry Boomer….

Did y’all see the video of the woman who takes the ice cream out of the cooler in a grocery store, licks it and then puts it back?  I threw up a little in my mouth when I saw that.  Who does that?

And who cheats in a marathon when there’s literally no reason for it?

Apparently, this 70 year old doctor does.  He’s been on the radar for cheating for some time now but recently wrote a piece about him and now it’s gone viral. If you don’t follow I urge you to.  I think you’ll find it interesting.

WTF, it’s Wednesday and I’ve got a cake to bake.

Have you ever farted and blamed it on the dog?

A scientific running experiment

Because I wasn’t feeling very well last week and mostly because it’s ridiculously hot here, I’ve been mixing my running in with some power walking.  I am still averaging 5-6 miles a day, it’s just not all running and I’m okay with that.

I run mostly in Kapok park which is close to my house.  I usually walk or run about a mile or two before I get to the park and then run around the park for 3 or 4 more miles.  I see a lot of the same people every day and I always say hello or good morning.

Good Morning

I’ve mentioned it before but since it really irks me, I decided to conduct my own little experiment which I started on Sunday.  In this experiment I continue my normal routine and say hello to everyone that I pass and determine just how many I pass in total and how many of them actually say hello back.  In all fairness, I’m a super happy person in the morning and I realize that some people do not feel the same.

I conducted my experiment over three days, Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.  In that time, I covered a total of 16 and a half miles and I passed 41 people.  Of the 41 people that I passed the total amount of the people who actually waved or said hello was exactly, TWO!  Or possibly three if you count the grunt that I got from one girl but I can’t be sure because it sounded sort of like a snarl.

Now the interesting thing is that both of the people who said hello back to me were older.  None of the younger people, and by younger, I mean mid-twenties to forties, none of them said anything.  In fact, most of them didn’t even bother to look at me.  I mean, how hard is it to just nod? I see you every single day.  I reasoned with myself that maybe they’re running so hard they can’t even manage to speak but then I’m out there running with a lung disease for Christ’s sake and I still say hello!

In order to get the most scientific results I’ll need to continue my testing.  I think I need to try some new trails and I’ll have to run in all seasons as well to make sure I get the most accurate data.  I think I’m up for the task.

What are the people like where you run?  Are they nice?  Do they speak to you? 

The curse, send bubble wrap please.

I’m still alive.  And also feeling much better.  My stomach issues were caused by antibiotics which my pulmonologist had prescribed the previous Thursday.  I don’t know why I didn’t think about the antibiotics causing the stomach problems but I didn’t, anyhow, after several days of rest, I feel much better.


I feel good, so good, so good!

Despite feeling like crap for several days and barely leaving the bed for at least one of those, life continued on.  MacGyver was great the first day that I felt bad and he catered to me accordingly while I tried to work from the lazy boy.  Unfortunately, the catering didn’t last.  By day 2 MacGyver had his own trauma.  Don’t worry, I’ll fill you in.

In case you don’t know, MacGyver and I have a curse on us for the 4th of July.  It’s been going on for years.  From dog bites, to shoulder cuts, to uveitis, to a gun blast to the hand, we have a really bad track record.  That’s why on July 3rd through the 5th we cover up with bubble wrap and pray for the best.

This year, it threw a wrench in our plans and started a few days early.

On Thursday, MacGyver went to the bedroom to get something and tripped on the bench at the end of the bed and hurt his little toe.  Of course, I laughed because he moaned about it the entire day and I was all like, ‘dude, it’s a pinky toe, I had a fever of 102 and you made me go get my own popsicles!’

He showed me the toe and I asked if he could move it so he grabbed it and then he said he heard it pop.  I’m not even kidding he was literally like this for the entire day:

So he went to the doctor the next day and they said it just looked like he dislocated it and he probably popped it back in himself when he moved it but they did an x-ray anyway.  While he was waiting on the x-ray he called to tell me what the doctor said and I made fun of him for crying over a dislocated toe.

Then the x-ray came back and guess what, yeah, it’s broken.

men are babies

Thankfully he could still walk because he had work to do.  The next day he had to go work at a commercial site he’s doing some work for and the company doesn’t want them there during the day so they have to go in at 8PM and work til they finish.

That night he wore a flip flop on the broken pinky toe foot, and a regular shoe on the other foot.  I guess it was good he had on a regular shoe because as God is my witness, the man picked up a door and dropped it right on his healthy foot.  On his big freakin toe!

Dear Lord

By some freak act of nature, it did not break his big toe however, it did turn it black and it’s swollen so now both of his feet have jacked up toes.

It’s not even close to July 4th.  We are so screwed.

How was your weekend?

Any plans for the 4th yet?