Walking disaster

Ok, so as many of you know, I have been blessed with the amazing ability to hurt myself like no one else can! As a child, I was known as "the girl in the bubble" b/c I was allergic to all sorts of things and was always hurting myself in some way or another. I've grown out of the allergies, but this clumsiness of mine refuses to be shaken off. Just a few weeks ago I somehow managed to pinch my scaitic nerve and am now going to PT for it... Well, this was most likely supposed to be my last week, but guess what? Oh yes, I've managed once more to hurt myself grieviously. Yesterday, as I was getting ready to go out, I fell down the stairs! Somehow my right foot just gave way and I fell on my back with my left leg bent underneath me. Down I went, flat on my back, full weight on my ankle underneath me, all the way down, bump, bump, bump, bump...oh yeah, that hurt. So now... I have a sprained ankle and a very sore back. Not sure what my PTists will say when I show up Tuesday limping and with all those bruises on my back. This probably will set me back another week... hooray. :/

Not done just yet!

A gas station sign in SC. We just had to take a picture, the name was hillarious!


This is in Tupelo (TOO-peh-low)Mississippi, the birthplace of Elvis Presley! Here we have Ben standing next to the house Elvis grew up in!

My buddy, The King! (This is actually supposed to be him at age 13?)

When I first read this I got the funniest mental picture of the boy Elvis running around with a raisin in his pocket!

I know this is kinda hard to make out because of the reflection from the flash (doh!) but this is the funnel cloud we drove under on our way home. We were about 30 miles out from OKC when we drove straight into a severe thunderstorm. (Its the lowering on the right side.)

More Roadtrip Pics

This is in Beaufort, SC by the Waterfront Park. Its the historic part of this town, that has old Civil War homes and cannons, as pictured above! Sometimes dolphins can be seen swimming by, its really quite beautiful!

An old Civil War home and my cutiepie hubby!(and another cannon, too)

Ahh, how I love the Spanish Moss! You will find this parasitic plant (yes, thats what it is) hanging from all the trees. Its all over the place and just part of that Southen charm!

Attack of the tree, revenge of the squirrel...

Sirius hates squirrels. H-a-t-e-s them... actually, hate may not even be a strong enough word! In any case, you get the idea. Anyway, every time we go over to Ben's parent's house, he loves to run around this one tree jumping and barking at those evil, furry little demons that taunt him so from their lofty home. Well, Sunday evening he decided enough was enough and set out to really get (and probably kill) the little suckers. We were outside playing fetch and as usual he started circling the tree, snarling, and barking. Ben egged him on whispering, "Get it Sirius, kill!" which usually just makes him bark louder. However, this time he got a running start, jumped, dug his little claws into the bark of the tree and began scaling the thing! He got up about 5-6 feet off the ground! We promptly plucked him off the tree and set him back down, laughing and telling him what a good boy he was! I guess this spurred him on even more because within seconds he was back up that tree! He did this a few times and the last time we plucked him off, we noticed Ben had a substancial amount of blood stains all down his arm and on his shirt! Terrified we scooped up our little Kujo and flipped him over to be greeted by a horrific sight... he had torn a chunk of paw-pad off!!! He was bleeding all over the place, it was scary. First aid was applied and once we got the bleeding under control, we went home and kept him nice and bandaged and a bit drugged. The next day (yesterday) I carted him off to the Vet where he had the chunks of ripped flesh cut off (ouch!) and once he was all disinfected again, his paw was bandaged and wrapped. He is now hobbling around and looking oh-so pathetic in his E-collar. (designed to keep him from gnawing off his bandage) He will be making a full recovery, of course, and his paw-pad will grow back in time. I doubt this will be the last of the doggie-squirrel war, though. I know he's planning his revenge...