Spike

Meet Spike…and his hippo.   The newest members of the family (and hiking enthusiasts.)

We got Spike from a farm in Eastern Kentucky that serves as a rescue for dogs from high-kill shelters.  The father of the family that runs the farm (who came out wearing overalls with no t-shirt and a John Deer trucker hat), told us he is a little less than a year old, most likely full grown, probably a Boston Terrier mix, and that he “sure is sumpin’ else”.  (He came with the name.)  Aside from the fact that he’s taken 2 dumps in Paul’s closet (even though they said he was housebroken…fortunately he is small and so are his turds), he is pretty cool.   And he (and his hippo) would like to meet you.

For some more pics, you can go here.

Catch up…

So I have my final for my godforsaken online class tomorrow in Louisville.  Things have been busy here with finals, moving, getting back into running, attending free earring making workshops at the local co-op with my mother in law…just so much going on.  But I promise to catch up shortly.

Enjoy your Tuesday!

The World Spinning

“You must not fall. When you lose your balance, resist for a long time before turning yourself toward the earth. Then jump. You must not force yourself to stay steady. You must move forward.”

~Phillipe Petit

I just finished Let the Great World Spin by Colum McCann.  It is a wonderful book, highly recommend.  Followed it up by watching the documentary Man on Wire (streaming on Netflix…), definitely worth watching.

Along the same lines (ha), coincidentally, a few weeks ago I came across this article.  Extreme walking.

 

 

Guess what I wear as a hat? A lentil.

To counter my busy weekend at the state fair, I got a last minute ticket out to the left coast and am doing a grand tour from San Francisco to San Diego.  I am currently in Orange County, heading to San Diego tomorrow.  So posts may be slow coming the next week.  To keep you company over the long days ahead, here is Marcel the Shell.

Germany 4, Argentina 0

I should have seen it coming.

The first words out of Paul’s mouth as soon as they panned to the Argentine sideline the morning of this game were, “Oh, it looks like Maradona got a haircut.”

We were in Chicago and made the stupid mistake of deciding to watch the second half of the game in the cafe on the first floor of our hotel instead of in our room.  So we take the elevator down, me with my blue and white striped cast blazing openly, and walk in to a big room…full of Germans.  Most with face paint.  I get booed all the way to my standing-room-only corner, where I spent the next 45 minutes listening to “JAH JAH JAH JAH JAH!!!!!” and German songs while Argentina completely lost it.  I exited the room at the end of the game to a chorus of “Auf wiedersehen!”s.

Worst. Game. Ever.

Whoops

My apologies for the lack of postings in the last few weeks…one devoted follower kind of schooled me on not at least posting at least small updates letting everyone know why I’m not posting updates.  So…I promise to do so in the future, more postings coming up shortly.