Chloe vs. The squirrel

Okay, as I have mentioned on other peoples blogs, my dog is the sweetest thing you will ever meet. She is a beagle/Bassett mix with some chow thrown in. She is not very tall but very long. She is about fifty pounds of pure muscle.

She does have a couple of ticks, though. For example, she has so much anxiety that the vet has us giving her allergy medicine to calm her down. This helps keep her from chewing things up when were not around. Because she is constantly stressed, her eyes are always bloodshot. And shines wines constantly, especially now that the doc wants us to give her only 2 cups of food a day, which means she is always hungry. He suggested we feed her celery, apples and sometimes banana. She refuses to touch the stuff. And this from the dog who will eat a light bulb and chew on a battery! And when she barks, you nearly jump out of your skin!

But that is nothing compared to her ongoing battle with the squirrel. The Family always knows when The Squirrel makes its appearance. Chloe's hair stands on end, her body gets really stiff and her eyes are fixated on whatever she sees in the back yard. Then she goes all commando; literally attacking the window!

But The Squirrel, I believe is smarter than The Dog. Chloe does not seem to understand that no matter how much she attacks the glass door, she still can not get to the pest from inside the house. The squirrel, I am telling you knows this and enjoys every minute of it. He/she will sit on a branch chattering away at Chloe and shaking it's tail at her. The only way for peace to be restored is for me to go outside and yell at The squirrel. "Shoo! Go away!" Now who looks more pathetic, me or the dog? Never mind. Forget I asked.

Wha's crackulatin

This dictionaryis a guide to understanding todays language used by teenagers/young adults. It might prove helpful in the story I'm writing and hope to publish on Lulu.com. Who talks likt this: Dazeem! Why ya all up in my grill ya fugly wanska!"

Here we go again...

well, my stupidity strikes again! and it looks like I will not be able to make it to class today. I got my visa checkckard stolen and if I don't quickly report it some one might use it and stuff. But for the third time I have had stuff stolen from me on campus b/c i accidenlty left my purse unattended. Seems I should have learned by now hu?. I realized my purse was missing and went to report to campus police, who as it turns out had found it an elevator in building. I lost in the cafe of building 7.

The nice aging black officer who found it said,"Are you sure don't want to make a police report?"

"No, but I'm going to be sure to call the bank right away and let them know my card was stolen." I didn't think there was much they could do about it anyway. And besides, it was my own stupid fault. But most importantly I didn't have time and don't have much time to write this blog. One day, I will learn to do better at keeping my purse handy, until I will just hafta memorize the phone number that I call to cancel my card.

later,
ashira

The Parents

Parents.Got to love them. Actually, I do love my parents. And respective. They are a hard working, godly couple that truly admire and respect. But tht doesn't mean they dont' annoy me from time. Like the conversation I had with my dad a few minutes. He comes in while I'm typing in my blog about work. He doesn't say anything for a moment, just stands there reading over my shoulder. Hellow? Doesn't privacy mean anything. I decided to get the conversation rolling.

Me: Yes?

Dad: I was just wondering if I could check your mom's e-mail. (because sometimes
stuff needed for him is sent to her. don't ask me why.)

Me: "Oh, well I'm almost done here." I finished typing and press Publish Post.

Dad: What's a blog?

Me: Its just an online journal.

I was just annoyed because he was trying to read my stuff. There; I griped and now I feel better.

So I lied!

I know i told anonymous I would not simply use my blog to comlain about work because I like alot of my fellow employees and want them to read this crap I call art...but who am I fooling? Tuesday was a bad day. Real bad. First of all our daycare is short staffed currently. Terri quit. Linda quit. Gladys was sick. Anne was fired, our director was spending the day at another daycare and another had the dayoff. We had noone to watch the kidnergartners who were out of school and so they spent the entire morning in the three-year-old classroom. If that was not bad enough, in the afternoon the the State decided to rear their ugly head and do their inspection. Now our daycare has two wings to it. I am usualy in the wing that has the classroom with children who are three and under. The otherside has the four year old classroom on up. Our assistant director Jill was over ratiod in the schoolage room and she managed to avoid getting caught. what a day what day.later