I Guess I won't be Unicycling Today.

What a frustrating weekend on many, many levels.

On Sunday, I had plans to do something in the afternoon, so Matt and I  decided to take the dogs on a quick and easy hike in the morning. It was so nice outside, we had to let them be a part of it.


After going down to the marina, we pulled off the road for an easy hike up to the Old Dillon Reservoir. The  views are breathtaking and there is a calm little pond that the dogs can swim in.  


In my sprint up the mountain, I tripped over a rock and completely rolled my ankle.  


So here I sit.  

How is it that my foot actually looks mentally challenged? Weird, huh?

I did not get any pictures on our hike because I only went about half way up. arrrrggghhh!  Am I going to be able to do anything all summer? I have never sprained my ankle in all my years of being upright. That includes my wild trips to Mazatlan during spring break back in the day.  How did I make it back in one piece then yet I somehow manage to trip over a 2 inch rock completely sober? I want to cry. Feelin sorry for myself. Boo-hoo.


Here is a description of the trail from the Town of Dillon website.

The .75 mile trail begins at an elevation of 9,066 feet and ends at an elevation of 9,193 feet, with a highest elevation of 9,203 feet. The elevation gain is +127 feet. The trail difficulty is rated EASY. This trail is used for multiple activities, including hiking, mountain biking, snowshoeing and nordic skiing so please respect other users. 

Here is view of the lake (not taken by me):

Why do I have to be such a spaz? I really, really need my ankle to function the way it is supposed to. It is an important part of my life. I pretty much use it every day. I want to work on my yard or do something with my dogs. Matt and I  bought flowers and trees to plant, but I am stuck on my bootie.

Matt said: "Well you can still do women's work. A lot of it is on your hands and knees."

He is just saying that because he knows that I can't run after him. I am really trying to figure out a way to kick him with only one fully functioning leg.  Wasn't there a scene like that in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail?" That gives me a good idea about what I should watch on Netflix. It is not wasting time, it is "blog research" or a study on "marital conflict resolution." One of those.


To make matters worse, I saw these little girls riding down my street on unicycles while wearing flip-flops. I am not even lying. Now that takes coordination.

I would not be so mad if I had hurt my ankle doing something cool like unicycling or bungee jumping. Regular old sober walking/falling is not a very good story. FYI: everyone in my neighborhood is super athletic (including the kids apparently).  So I will really need to make up a good story. Either that or move somewhere where all the peeps are mega couch potatoes. I am thinking Houston.

But don't you worry my pretties.  I have a laptop and can still blog.  So there! And I can bark orders at Matt. I haven't sprained my tongue after all. 

I Guess I won't be Unicycling Today.

What a frustrating weekend on many, many levels.

On Sunday, I had plans to do something in the afternoon, so Matt and I  decided to take the dogs on a quick and easy hike in the morning. It was so nice outside, we had to let them be a part of it.


After going down to the marina, we pulled off the road for an easy hike up to the Old Dillon Reservoir. The  views are breathtaking and there is a calm little pond that the dogs can swim in.  


In my sprint up the mountain, I tripped over a rock and completely rolled my ankle.  


So here I sit.  

How is it that my foot actually looks mentally challenged? Weird, huh?

I did not get any pictures on our hike because I only went about half way up. arrrrggghhh!  Am I going to be able to do anything all summer? I have never sprained my ankle in all my years of being upright. That includes my wild trips to Mazatlan during spring break back in the day.  How did I make it back in one piece then yet I somehow manage to trip over a 2 inch rock completely sober? I want to cry. Feelin sorry for myself. Boo-hoo.


Here is a description of the trail from the Town of Dillon website.

The .75 mile trail begins at an elevation of 9,066 feet and ends at an elevation of 9,193 feet, with a highest elevation of 9,203 feet. The elevation gain is +127 feet. The trail difficulty is rated EASY. This trail is used for multiple activities, including hiking, mountain biking, snowshoeing and nordic skiing so please respect other users. 

Here is view of the lake (not taken by me):

Why do I have to be such a spaz? I really, really need my ankle to function the way it is supposed to. It is an important part of my life. I pretty much use it every day. I want to work on my yard or do something with my dogs. Matt and I  bought flowers and trees to plant, but I am stuck on my bootie.

Matt said: "Well you can still do women's work. A lot of it is on your hands and knees."

He is just saying that because he knows that I can't run after him. I am really trying to figure out a way to kick him with only one fully functioning leg.  Wasn't there a scene like that in "Monty Python and the Holy Grail?" That gives me a good idea about what I should watch on Netflix. It is not wasting time, it is "blog research" or a study on "marital conflict resolution." One of those.


To make matters worse, I saw these little girls riding down my street on unicycles while wearing flip-flops. I am not even lying. Now that takes coordination.

I would not be so mad if I had hurt my ankle doing something cool like unicycling or bungee jumping. Regular old sober walking/falling is not a very good story. FYI: everyone in my neighborhood is super athletic (including the kids apparently).  So I will really need to make up a good story. Either that or move somewhere where all the peeps are mega couch potatoes. I am thinking Houston.

But don't you worry my pretties.  I have a laptop and can still blog.  So there! And I can bark orders at Matt. I haven't sprained my tongue after all. 

Murphy can Finally tell all the other Dogs in the Hood to Stick it!

Ya'll know what a bad-ass Murphy is right? Whenever we go out he has to be on leash because he likes to try to kick all the other dog butts.  He really is a maniac.Well, he can finally settle his 6lb self down because he is officially king of our hood. He is now cruisin around big pimpin style.


Let me explain and tell you why I am so stinking excited.  You may or may not know that I have a "garage sale list."  This is a list of things that I want, but only if I can get a crazy good deal. About 5 years ago we bought a tandem bike (on our list) for $75 at a garage sale. We absolutely love, love, love  our bike.  We love to cruise around the lake or ride to Keystone or down Vail pass. It is the coolest.  I am pretty sure all my neighbors are jealous of us when they see us peddling around.  A word of warning before you rush out and buy one:  our good friends,Tim and Nancy, bought a super high dollar tandem two years ago and absolutely hate it. They call it the "divorce machine."

Back to us. The thing we do not like is leaving our pooches locked up in the house while we are out riding around. We have tossed around the idea of getting one of those baby bike wagons to ride down to the lake with our critters and fishing poles.  Murphy can hike like a champ but he obviously cant keep up with a bike. Cali can, but she is 12 and is slowing down a little bit. We officially put the cart on our garage sale list last year.  I have looked and looked but have never found one that I like for the right price until this weekend. WOO-HOO. I got a high quality baby dog cart for $75. This thing retails for like $500. I am super duper glad that it is a name-brand fancy model. Mr. Handsome Pants (that would be Murph) does not like to slum it in K-mart crap.  Standards people. My chihuahua has em.

Allow me to show you how it all went down.

(Enjoy the photo essay esse).

Yes, I really call him that among many, many other ridiculous names.

Trust me, he loooves it.

I was like "Wow! The coyotes have their own dining area. I wonder if they have table cloths for them? Do you think they need reservations?"  Matt sweetly pointed out that it said "denning" not "dining."  Ooops. Well, we were in motion. Apparently I can't read very fast.

Time for a break.

It really was everything I hoped for. I love it when stuff works out like you imagine it will.

To see other yard sale finds this week, clicky here.

Murphy can Finally tell all the other Dogs in the Hood to Stick it!

Ya'll know what a bad-ass Murphy is right? Whenever we go out he has to be on leash because he likes to try to kick all the other dog butts.  He really is a maniac.Well, he can finally settle his 6lb self down because he is officially king of our hood. He is now cruisin around big pimpin style.


Let me explain and tell you why I am so stinking excited.  You may or may not know that I have a "garage sale list."  This is a list of things that I want, but only if I can get a crazy good deal. About 5 years ago we bought a tandem bike (on our list) for $75 at a garage sale. We absolutely love, love, love  our bike.  We love to cruise around the lake or ride to Keystone or down Vail pass. It is the coolest.  I am pretty sure all my neighbors are jealous of us when they see us peddling around.  A word of warning before you rush out and buy one:  our good friends,Tim and Nancy, bought a super high dollar tandem two years ago and absolutely hate it. They call it the "divorce machine."

Back to us. The thing we do not like is leaving our pooches locked up in the house while we are out riding around. We have tossed around the idea of getting one of those baby bike wagons to ride down to the lake with our critters and fishing poles.  Murphy can hike like a champ but he obviously cant keep up with a bike. Cali can, but she is 12 and is slowing down a little bit. We officially put the cart on our garage sale list last year.  I have looked and looked but have never found one that I like for the right price until this weekend. WOO-HOO. I got a high quality baby dog cart for $75. This thing retails for like $500. I am super duper glad that it is a name-brand fancy model. Mr. Handsome Pants (that would be Murph) does not like to slum it in K-mart crap.  Standards people. My chihuahua has em.

Allow me to show you how it all went down.

(Enjoy the photo essay esse).

Yes, I really call him that among many, many other ridiculous names.

Trust me, he loooves it.

I was like "Wow! The coyotes have their own dining area. I wonder if they have table cloths for them? Do you think they need reservations?"  Matt sweetly pointed out that it said "denning" not "dining."  Ooops. Well, we were in motion. Apparently I can't read very fast.

Time for a break.

It really was everything I hoped for. I love it when stuff works out like you imagine it will.

To see other yard sale finds this week, clicky here.