All Aboard the Sprain Train

Today, Paco, the Wundah Dawg lay on the back of the recliner waiting to ambush me when I walked in the door. What happens when I do is that he balances on his hind legs and 'hugs' me with a little sigh of happiness. Awww, how sweet, right? Yeah, whatever. Oh be quiet. I'm not heartless or anything. I fell for it, of course. Picked him up, letting lick my face, without a thought about what else he'd been licking before I'd come home. *ew* Anyway, he was so happy to see me, I decided to take him for his walksies right then and there instead of making him wait until I'd changed clothes and shoes.

So, I snapped on his leash, and let him drag me out the door and down the steps. Keep in mind that he weighs all of 7lbs, so there isn't much dragging going on. Basically, he runs to the end of his leash and wigggles his front paws really fast in the air barking until I catch up and he has slack to move forward again. This happens over and over, with him stopping to pee on every bush in the yard until I get tired of having my arm jerked and pick him up and take him back inside.

This is what usually happens, however, when Paco went to hike his teeny leg to loose the wundah wee, I took the one step to the left, to make sure I didn't get caught in the back spray. When I did, I stepped in an indentation, and turned my ankle. There was a horrible crunching noise and I went down! No I did NOT get peed on. Ick!

I think dogs are confused about human anatomy, because for some reason, Paco was convinced that standing on my back and barking really loud was very helpful. That or he just thought it was fricking funny. Either way, he kept doing it, while I screamed for my hubby to, "Come get this little demon dog off my back!"

I'll admit that the barking lent enough urgency to my screams to make JMo run really fast. However, as I was laying on the ground, he just stood on the porch asking, "Where the hell are you et?" in Hickenese. I felt like throwing the dog at him.

"Get over here and help me, now." I know I growled it but it led him to me.. FINALLY!

"Oh. My. God! Paco, what did you do?" His shock made wonder if he seriously thought this incident would go down in the annals of 'When Dogs Attack!!' You see the picture of my dog, yall. He's .. he's.. *snicker* he's a munchkin.

Anyway..I finally get the point across that I've hurt my foot. And that Paco's hasn't gone all Mini-Cujo and went for the jugular, as if he could reach it without a ladder and stilts.

JMo got me into the house with much cursing and a quite a few tears.

Don't worry, neither of them cried long. JMo ate supper and was fine. As for Paco, well, I'm thinking of calling in that pet whispering fellah, he's kinda cute. And yes, that EFO stood at the door the whole time glaring at us. I know what he was thinking too. "This is what you deserve for getting the dog in the first place. I hope it's broken. MEOWHAHAHHA!"

The Walking (well, limping) Wounded

Jenna

I am Iron Man! Well, okay, I'm just a fan

After ten years of marriage to my handsome comic collector hubby, JMorgan, I'm used to being dragged to the theater for EVERY SINGLE COMIC BOOK MOVIE THAT COMES OUT EVER!! Though I fuss, secretly I enjoy sitting back and watching an hour and a half or so of rock 'em sock 'em action that doesn't require much thought. It all started with X-Men, which, I'll admit, I've been a long time fan of, for one reason only: Wolverine. Hugh Jackman did a great job portraying my favorite X-hunk. *pauses to think about him in that tank top* Anyway, X-Men was the highlight of mine and the hubster's movie going madness, at least, until.. NOW!

Iron Man has blown the rest out of the water. The minute Robert Downey Jr came on screen, I was mesmerized. He was the perfect choice to play Tony Stark, the smart, yet debauched, destructive playboy. RDJ's witty snark fits right into that iron suit as if he were made for the part. He also brings a destructive, slightly psychotic edginess to the role that kept the cheesiness to a minimum. The suit making process, however is the best part of the whole movie. The first suit and the second suit, for entirely different reasons.

The rest of the cast, even Gwennie as Pepper Potts was wonderful as was a bald Jeff Bridges and Terrence Howard as Tony's best bud. But I loved the Vanity Fair reporter, Christine simply because she was so mean, and yet still got to 'pump Iron' as it were. I'll save all the, OMIGAWD his armor was hydromatic, it was automatic, it was GREASED LIGHTENING!! sort of thing for the true fanboy, my hubby, but.. I will say that the movie doesn't have the usual outer space baddie, upscale mutated baddie, or even long lost brother/sister/uncle/cousin(sorta redneckish ain't it?) baddie, which is how most of these sorts of movies go.


No, it's written on more of a global scale telling how people should be held accountable for their actions. How someone no matter how rich or smart, can still make mistakes. It's ultimately the story of how the horndog Tony goes from being a philanderer to a philanthropist. And don't worry, all the explosions keep it from being too preachy.

I cheered at the appearance of S.H.I.E.L.D. because I know that where they are, the Avengers, with Captain America and the rest cannot be far behind. And there's also the fact that The Incredible Hulk is coming up in a few months, and in the Big Green Machine's movie, we're going to get another glimpse of .. IRON MAN!

*squeal!*

Okay, fine, my secret's out, hubby has been my cover for years. But, I'll say it loud and proud. Hello there, my name is Jenn, and I'm a comic book hoor. Since I was just a young chickie Iron Man/Tony Stark the sexy, tormented genius has been one of my favorites, so this time I drug hubby to the theater. Are yall happy? Eh, that's okay, for this movie, I'll come out of the comic closet and admit, that I am one very satisfied FanGirl.

And yeah, I'm listening to the Ozman right now,

Pumpin up the Iron Man,

Jenn

I've been hit with a tag from Dee.

Does this qualify me for Dee-saster relief? *snickers*

Tell seven random and/or interesting things about myself. Get five blog buddies to play, too and link to their blogs. Don’t forget to post the rules!

1. I'm addicted to 80's music, especially metal.

2. Can't stand spiders.

3. But think snakes are kinda cool.

4. Love reading about other countries but am afraid to fly, so will probably never visit them.

5. Wants to win the lotto, but can't remember to buy a ticket.

6. Own a lot of crocs. They look great with my scrubs. *winks*

7. Is a Trekkie who lives with a Star Wars lover affectionately dubbed Jethro the Redneck Jedi, who on bad days I call Darth Lord of the Sticks.

Hubby..*wheeze* I am your luvah *wheeze cough cough* and I'm taggin you too.

JMorgan
Melanie Gilbreath aka Meme has been mimi'd! muhahahah!
Des
Lyrica
Mechele Armstrong

Okay, I'm done and remember, it's all Dee's fault!