As things were pretty non-existent for a while around these parts, I figured it would be a good time to catch up on life. So pull up a pool chair, order a margarita, and let’s chat a bit.
I WANNA DO-OVER
Let’s just say 2018 has been a total poop show. It’s always tricky deciding how much we want to reveal of our personal details in the blogosphere, and it’s no exception here. Let’s just say, the Black Dog staff had some MAJOR medical issues come up, but thankfully, all pulled through and the recovery process is moving along nicely. Word to the wise: when you have a bellyache for a week, don’t give your significant other grief when the doc says to get your dupa to the hospital. And once you’re there, thank your lucky stars said significant other is too stubborn to let you leave. 2018 could have ended a whole lot worse than it started, so we are happy to leave it in the dust.
THE WONDER MUTT STILL REIGNS SUPREME
Still just as silly, still a splash queen, still the BESTEST WONDER MUTT EVER, even if she has gotten a little more “sun exposure”. She is the love of my life, my confidant, my fashion consultant, my workout buddy, bestie and running partner. And yes, her Daddy gets it and makes sure to occasionally give me grief about it. Maybe if he met me at the door at night wiggling his butt with a hedgehog in his muzzle, he’d rate right up there beside her too. 🙂
AGING SHOULD ONLY APPLY TO FINE WINE
Have I ever told you I’m the youngest of five kids? Yup, FIVE. How the heck my parents did it is completely beyond my comprehension, especially since I have enough trouble with a husband a dog. I hit another decade last year and fighting Mother Nature with everything I’ve got. As much as I despise admitting it, all those articles about your metabolism slowing down each decade are absolutely true. Mine however, has decided to just plain check out. I swear I just LOOK at a mini peanut butter cup – LOOK – and POOF! That’ll cost you another five pounds lady. I know I did not do well when I was recovering from my two knee surgeries, but dammit Mother Nature, can you cut me a bit of a break here?? I turned half my garage into a gym, tuned up the bike, and kick my own dupa six days a week. And still.
Hello Jabba the Black Dog.
There is nothing more frustrating than forcing your muscles to lift more, run faster (well try to anyway), pedal away the miles, eat enough veggies that you swear you’re turning green, and still nothing. The hubs tells me I look great and there’s only so much I can do. But this is ME. Stubborn, concrete-headed, determined, refusing to give up, and just plain pissed off.
Ladies? Ya see what I’m sayin’??
I understand everything is a balancing act. I cannot obsess about calories in/out, but I do pay some attention to what I shove in my yap. If only there weren’t so many amazing tastes out there! Drink half my weight in water most days, but then…..WINE. Sweat my dupa off in the Island Time Sweat Box then find that creating cocktails is kind of fun. What’s a girl to do? If any ladies out there suffering from a slowing metabolism and uncooperative genetics have any ideas, by all means – feel free to share.
Then we can down those margaritas. 😉
PRIORITIES MOVE LIKE THE TIDES
There’s nothing like a good old life scare to make you step back and re-evaluate what’s important. For all my metabolism bitching, in the big picture it means nothing. The love and health of family and friends, the health and happiness of your critters, slowing down life for a minute and enjoying a sunset with a special someone and a good glass of cabernet, traveling outside your comfort zone and embracing adventure, that’s what life should be all about. Not making enough money? Live within your means and be happy you have a job when so many others don’t. Angry the man of the house keeps forgetting to put the toilet seat down? At least he’s there to forget to do it. Living with what seems to be a case of a permanent bad attitude? Make the effort to do something nice for someone else and then try to fight that smile that’s tugging at the corners of your mouth. Without question what was important to me 20 years ago is nowhere near what it is now. We all have personal trials we go through and times in our lives when it seems like everything is a big pile of dog poop. Then something happens to make you realize your poop amounts to nothing. NOTHING.
LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT
Races. Travel. Laughter. Great friends and great times. Funny how the simplest things have the biggest impact on your life. Some of the best times I’ve ever had included a glass of wine, music, friends, dogs, and a simple backyard fire at this great little tiki bar I know. It’s easy to find things to be grateful for each and every day, if you just take the time to stop and notice. A helpful coworker, a smile from a stranger, a funny joke made by a passing runner at a race – all good things. So my advice to you as I bring this recap of sorts to a close, is to appreciate the life you’ve been given and everything that makes it awesome. You only get out of life what you put into it, so make that little extra effort, especially this time of year, when so many feel so lonely. It costs nothing to thank a veteran or first responder for their service (dispatchers too!), or to help a senior citizen load groceries in their car. Little things go a long way and people always remember the little things.
My challenge to you this day is to do some little thing for someone else. Pay for their coffee, hold a door open, give their dog a biscuit (after making sure it’s ok of course!), then come back here and share what you did. I guarantee you will feel a bit better about yourself and life in general. Perhaps if we all do a little something for someone else, this tide of animosity that seems to be overtaking our lives will turn back just a little bit.
And little bits can change the world.
Enjoy the ride.
What little thing makes you smile?