Here is a piece of sound advice. When you have a pinched nerve in your neck....don't do push ups and sit ups. LOL
Don't ask me how I got this stupid pinched nerve in my neck. My mom insists its stress. I think its from having to physically move that 150lb cow of a dog who just amble in front of you and then stops. Or it was already compromised a few weeks ago when I had alcohol poisoning. The repetitive...ehhh...strain on the neck muscles....from ehhh...the alcohol being...purged...from my system. And then one stupid move later that week just caused the nerve to be pinched. Or maybe its all of the above. Who knows.
But the idiot I am....insisted on working out this evening and severely depreciated any healing that had gone on this weekend. Ahhhh...the trial of having a slower metabolism than some of those size three chicks out their. I hate you. LOL.
Some of you people who have gotten my back rubs in the past better start paying back. LOL
God...it hurts. Maybe its just some kharmic sympathy, psychic energy I absorbed from my boss who is in chronic back and neck pain. Its possible....it is!!!

I must say it was a great excuse to dodge the better half of the BBQ yesterday. My mom set up the vollyball net in the backyard. But it was impossible to keep the game in play because Darla and Duncan kept going after the ball. They can't help it....every ball in the yard is theirs..the only time any of us are ever out there with a ball is to play with them...so they just associate: person+ball=playtime. At one point my newfian princess and the alpha matriarch Darla was on the field running for the ball. The older of my two cousins screams...I mean screams at Darla to "get off the field". I clenched my jaw and held onto my seat to keep from getting up. My mom as usual pretended nothing happened. Darla looked at him like, "How dare you!.....who do you think you are?"
If you know me, you know I can not stand it when people who know nothing about dogs yell at my dogs. All you are doing is confusing their opinion of people. Not to mention the fact that its just plain rude. If someone yelled at your child how would you feel? This back yard is essentially the main playground for all three dogs and has been since they were little pups. This is their territory in their mind. Everything in it is theirs, they defend it, guard it...its theirs. This shit yelled at Darla and in her typical dignified fashion turns her back on him walks toward the edge of the field, puts her front paws over the line and keeps her ass in the field pointing in his direction. I lost it....she has an amazing sense of humor. "Good one Dar". She looked at me and opened her mouth in a big panting smile as if to say, "Right? can you believe the set on this kid? Kiss my tail buddy". Darla has always cracked me up with her well thought out actions. Her sense of humor is one you see commonly in the Newfoundland but very rarely in alot of other breeds. That humor coupled with the typical stubborn attitude of a female dog makes for a hysterical sense of humor....not unlike alot of us bitchy broads huh?