And We’re Off! Part 1

When we last parted ways I believe I was undergoing the fully expected pre-surgery freak out.

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All that kept spinning through my head was that stupid documentary I had watched umpteen years ago about people who had undergone anesthesia, but it didn’t work and they felt every.single.thing.  With my luck, I was going to be one of those freaky few whose anesthesia didn’t take and I was going to be seeing, hearing, and feeling EVERYTHING.  AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!

freaky sponge

(SPOILER ALERT: Out like a light.  Took all of about a nanosecond.  Didn’t feel doodlysquat.)

Back to our regularly scheduled program…

Knowing that I wouldn’t be able to eat anything after midnight the night before, the hubs filled me up on cheese, tortellini, and of course, a nice bottle of Cabernet.  Because he’s awesome like that.

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After finishing up the evening’s gut-busting with a bowl of vanilla ice cream mixed with dark chocolate pieces – go ahead, it’s okay to drool, I won’t tell anyone – it was time to face the inevitable…..girlfriend had less than 18 hours to go before the surgical shenanigans were to begin.  Yeah.  YOU try sleeping with THAT hanging out there.

can't sleep

Oh Homer, you are right on buddy.

When we return, I’ll take you on the laughable journey I like to call, “Black Dog’s Adventures of Arriving at the Hospital Early For Absolutely No Friggin’ Reason Whatsoever”.  On the next installment of “And We’re Off!. Part 2.”

Can’t hardly contain your self, can ya?

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Enjoy the ride.

How were you able to sleep the night before your surgery?  Did you sleep better with some Cabernet, Merlot, or a Sauvignon Blanc?  Mint chip or Rocky Road?  Did it work, or was it an exercise in futility?  If you had to have surgery, how do you think you would be the night before?

This Could Get Ugly

*It’s that time again…time for the cool kids to run over and check out the weekly Monday morning Magical Mickey Linkup at run.geek.run(disney).  Are you cool enough to go??

This just may start a Disney war, but here goes…..what is your favorite Disney resort?

AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!

Have you ever seen Disney Dorks get into heated conversations about the best whatever about Disney World?  It’s pretty amusing actually.  And I can fully poke fun because I am definitely one of those Dorks.  Especially when it comes to the best “getting into trouble” spots.  Anyone over the age of 21 should know what those are :).

There are a thousand categories we could argue about here, but I’m only going to hit up my top four:  resort, restaurant, bar, and race.  Feel free to weigh in.  Except on the race.  I win, hands down.  You lose.  Go away.

FAVE DISNEY RESORT:

This is kind of a toughie for me as there are still so many I haven’t stayed at yet – basically because I have yet to hit Powerball or have had a long-lost rich relative knock off.  Should you have done either, feel free to share in your bountiful Disney harvest.  That being said, I’d have to say my favorite Disney resort hotel thus far is…..da da da da daaaaaaaa!!!!!  Coronado Springs.

Ooooooohhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh....

Ooooooohhhhh, aaaaaaahhhhhhh….

The running path is a little short, but the landscaping is beautiful, the rooms are great, (especially the king rooms), and the gym is awesome.  I love the spots you can hang out on the sand and watch the world go by, including the local, furry, residents.

Not really.  Just checking to see if you were paying attention.

Not really. Just checking to see if you were paying attention.

You may not see any elk, but there are squirrels, rabbits, fish, and birds galore.  Trust me on the birds. They’re everywhere.  Including RIGHT OUTSIDE your window when you’re trying to sleep in.

Mock you I shall.

Mock you I shall.

FAVE DISNEY RESTAURANT:

This was also a difficult call, but we here at Black Dog Productions (sounds impressive, doesn’t it?), decided to go with Tutto Italia in Epcot.  If you can, sit outside in the glassed in room.  It’s quieter, and a much more intimate setting.  The food is phenomenal, and the wine list is expectedly awesome.  My suggestion: have your server or the sommelier make a recommendation.  We went with a bottle of Castiglion Del Bosco at our server’s recommendation.  A little pricey, but well worth it.

Hello beautiful.

Hello beautiful.

FAVORITE WATERING HOLE:

Another tough call, and if it wasn’t for one memorable moment, I would have gone with either La Cava del Tequila or the Rose and Crown.

Ahhhhh, we return to the scene of the crime....

Ahhhhh, we return to the scene of the crime..

Let me just put it out there – I HATE 50’s Prime Time Cafe.  I went there once, could not STAND the corniness of the place, and never went back.  I know many of you think the place is a total hoot.  I, on the other hand, would rather have my fingernails yanked out with a pair of pliers.  Yes, it was THAT bad.  Go ahead, revoke my Dork Card.  I’ll earn it back.  Because I AM that big of a Dork. 🙂

So back to the one moment in time that sold us on the Tune In Lounge as the best bar in Disney.  Stick with me here:

top shelf margarita – $20

Nursing your kid while drinking the top shelf margarita – PRICELESS

If I’m lying I’m dying.

Yeah mama!

Yeah mama!

FAVORITE DISNEY RACE:

No argument.

Really. No argument.  Don't even bother.

Really. No argument. Don’t even bother.

No middle of the night wake up call, Food and Wine Festival nibbles and libations, and Epcot ALL TO YOURSELF.  How can one possibly argue with THAT???  Not to mention, HUGE potential for post race #shenanigans…

Yes, yes I do.

Yes, yes I do.

So there you have it – Black Dog’s Disney World Favorites.  Agree or disagree?  Let’s hear it.  Whoever loses the argument has to eat at Prime Time.  Tied to a chair.  Unsedated.

oh no kittens

 

Enjoy the ride.

Let’s hear it!  What are your Disney faves?  Do any of them include the probability of shenanigans?  Have you ever wanted to start a food fight in the Prime Time Cafe?  WAS IT FUN???

And Just Like That…

Hard to believe it’s already been almost a year since this disaster…

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I can barely walk but I’ll give you a cheesy smile anyway!

Let me start off by saying I had no intention whatsoever of running the Donald Half during Marathon Weekend.  None. Nuttin’. Nada.  But when a running buddy – who I think has never had a bad run in her life – says “hey, there’s a bunch of us running over marathon weekend, come join us”, who am I to say no?  An idiot, that’s who.  Still on a high from a great-for-me Wine and Dine Half, the thought of doing a second runDisney event looked oh-so-appealing.  Um, yeah.  Not so much.  6 miles in, IT bands on the fritz, and an emotional breakdown along whatever freakin’ road I was on, and I was done.

Cooked bird. Complete with timer. Yup, that's me.

Stick a fork in me, I’m done. Complete with timer. Yup, that’s me.

Pissed off, in pain, and ready to knock the teeth out of my knees, does not a good Black Dog combination make on race day.  So. Moving on, I took four months off, jumped out of my skin until this proud moment…

She's baaaaccccckkkkk!!!!

She’s baaaaccccckkkkk!!!!

…and had what I thought was, for the most part, a pretty darn good training cycle for the Wine and Dine Half.  And then…dunh dunh duuuunnnnnhhhhh, (insert dramatic music here)…..

Dammit!

Dammit! Not AGAIN!?!

And if wasn’t for these two nuts…

We roooccckkkk!!!

KELLIE AND NICOLE.  BEST. ROAD CREW. EVER.

…and this one big nut…

Nauseating, aren't we?

Nauseating, aren’t we?

I doubt very much I would have made it across the finish line.

Now here I am, this time on a doctor-imposed running hiatus, and ready to crawl out of my skin. AGAIN.  The question of the hour being where do I go from here?  Try not to think about what The Man might have to say in a couple of months?  Make myself all crazy every time I go to the gym and see everyone else doing everything I want to be doing but it’s against doc’s orders?  Bury my new-found misery in a giant bowl of Moose Tracks?

Yes, please, I'll have another.

Okay, maybe THAT wouldn’t be so bad.

And just like that, we’re at the end of another year.  One that seems to me – at least runningwise – to have had more downs than ups.  At least though, on the personal front, there were plenty more smiles and laughter than there were tears.  New race experiences, new partners in crime, new locations visited, a few new wines tasted – okay a LOT of new wines tasted – and new plans to look forward to in 2015.

2015

And just like that…..

happy-dog

Cheesy Grin. The Sequel.

 

 

Enjoy the ride.

How quickly did 2014 pass for you?  What were the highlights, or lowlights, of your year?

Love is in the Air???

It’s almost time for the one holiday when Hallmark and Whitman make a killing…

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As we approach the one day a year when men hope that a box of chocolates, too many glasses of wine, or some slinky lingerie may lead to some unabashed shenanigans, may I offer one slightly cynical woman’s view on the subject.

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DISCLAIMER: I absolutely ADORE my hubby.  He makes me laugh, cry, laugh some more, laugh so much I end up crying, and then laugh some more.  He puts up with my never-ending shenanigans, my morning grumpy-itis, my obsession with running, dogs, and ice cream, and the fact that I like to put ice in my wine (NO!  you say.)  He knows how much I look forward to date night every week, how I just can’t possibly sit on the couch without the Wonder Mutt on my lap, and how sometimes I just need some “Kymmie” time.  He puts up with “scary face” when I give myself a facial, has dinner ready for me when I get done working out at night, and knows that if I don’t get to Disney World at least twice a year, I will simply curl up in a ball, suck my thumb, and never speak a comprehensible word of English ever again.  All that being said…

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Seriously.  Why do we need to have one day out of the year that people feel obligated to profess their love or end up in the doghouse?  Shouldn’t EVERY day be Valentine’s Day??

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Getting flowers for no reason, surprises from my two favorite G’s (Godiva and Ghiradelli), or love notes stuck on my breakfast plate on Saturday mornings, means a million times more to me than red roses on February 14th ever will.  Pink maybe, but not red.

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So for all you men out there who are currently experiencing stress-induced panic attacks and uncontrollable sweating, don’t worry.  Your woman (or man!) will love you no matter what you don’t do tomorrow.  You may still end up in the doghouse, but she’ll still love you.  Especially if you present her with something blingy on February 15th.

Ooooohhhh, aaaaahhhhh!!!!!

Ooooohhhh, aaaaahhhhh!!!!!

Happy Not Valentine’s Day Yet everybody!!

Nuzzlenuzzlenuzzle

Nuzzlenuzzlenuzzle

Enjoy the ride.

(All photos courtesy of Pinterest.)

What do you do to make your honey feel special all year long?