I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For

I spent this week on a quest for motivation, connection and an adrenaline rush. I failed on all counts. I thought I had the adrenaline rush in the bag, but there were two problems:

1) It's not called adrenaline anymore, according to a friend of mine who spends most of his free time memorizing Wikipedia. He would like to share this link with you: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epinephrine

2) Apparently it was too windy today for skydiving. We had made plans to spend a lot of money for a brief thrill at Skydive Arizona. As I pulled into the parking lot of my friend's apartment, I got the call that we had been canceled. Crappy... I got up at 6:00 am on a Saturday for nothing.

I was holding out hope that the adrenaline, er, epinephrine rush you're supposed to get from jumping out of a perfectly good plane would help cure my lack-of-connection / lack-of-motivation blahs.

But instead of this being me:

This is me:
Now I'm off to play some hockey. Maybe playing tough with the big boys will make me feel better.

Updated at 11:15 pm to say: I didn't get to play hockey, either. I was subbing for Pat's team because they were only going to have 7 or 8 players. 11 players showed up, so I was not needed after all. Another wasted trip. Today really sucked.

I did get to eat sushi with my NFBF and watch the Coyotes win their home opener, so I guess that's my silver lining.

27 Things You Can Do In A Speedo

Yep, the men in Rio love themselves some Speedos. I was so amazed at the plethora of things that you can do in a Speedo that I had to document the variety. And to be good to all of you, my fabulous readers, but especially for my friend Jamie who could sadly only think of 26 things to do in a Speedo - I have created a web page dedicated to the 27 Things You Can Do In A Speedo.

Here is a preview of what you'll get:

Be sure to check out #27. It's my very favorite!!

Hank Williams is Little

First of all, my husband is the coolest. As you may know, he isn't a dog person. And, yes, I love him despite this seemingly insurmountable flaw. Yesterday I asked him if it would be all right for me to get my next foster. Usually, I don't have to ask - but this time I will be going out of town for work for a few days which will leave Pat with the responsibility of the dogs. Pat is a gem and said yes, but reminded me of my promise that the next foster would be little. Sable was big and a lot of work and hard on the house and the yard and Pat really prefers a smaller dog...

To keep my promise, here is Hank Williams...all 7 pounds of him.

Hank Williams was brought into the shelter completely covered in ticks. The tips of his ears no longer have any fur - just lots of nasty infected scabs and he's way too skinny. The ticks are gone but the ears and the weight need to be addressed before he can go up for adoption. His recuperation should take about three weeks.

Frankie and Georgie like him, but they don't understand why he won't play with them. They keep trying to get him to play but he has no idea what to do. He has the cutest little bark - which so far he has mostly used to yell at the kitty. He thinks Al is a big, scary monster.

Last night I had some friends over and Hank Williams loved everyone! He's totally an indiscriminate lap dog - any lap will do! Here he is chillin' happily with David. When he isn't sitting in a lap, he's standing right next to someone's feet.

He's kind of like a kitty with the weaving in between your legs and being constantly underfoot. Pat accidentally stepped on him this morning, but that didn't deter ol' Hank Williams from staying right there. He followed Pat all over the house, then outside to get Pat's bike and back into the house - never more than 2 inches from Pat's feet.

Rock Climbing in Rio

We got back from Brazil on Sunday afternoon. The trip was wonderful! We all had a blast! I haven't had time yet to upload my photos to Picasa or to create a full post detailing the trip - I will get started on it tonight.

In the meantime, here is a photo from our last day in Rio de Janeiro. We went rock climbing on Sugar Loaf. If you look closely through the clouds you can see the cable car lines that take tourists up to the top of the far peak. A cable car also takes you up to the top of the peak I am climbing, but we got there the old-fashioned way - hiking for an hour, straight uphill, through a very hot and humid jungle.

A Teaser from Rio...

I was on a cliff on top of a mountain and the dude said to run off the edge. No stopping and no jumping...just keep running. So I did.