Rejection

It was one of those days. Rather tired and emotionally unstable. Those types of days always have something lying in wait for me.

Today it was babysitting.

I love babysitting. Children are precious to me... but... Well I was trying to get the 2 year old little girl to go to sleep so I started singing. I was most of the way through the song when all of a sudden she yells "STOP!!!". I stop singing and raise my eyebrow. Was she telling me to stop singing? Just to make sure that that was what she was telling me I started the song again and she instantly yelled at me to stop again. I guess lullabies are for babies... oh wait... Oh cruel rejection.

Same day mind you; The mother arrived home and was going to let her two tiny wiener dogs out. One decided it didn't want to come when she called it and seeing as she was holding the baby I went over to herd the little foot long dog out into the yard. I reached down to nudge the dog towards the door... Well that tiny dog tried to take off my finger... it wasn't too bad except I have been caring for my new over 80lbs Greyhound for the past few days and he is as sweet as can be, then I go over to babysit a two year old girl with two small dachshunds and all of sudden I have one too many fingers and the smaller of the two decides to try to take care of that.

I love children. But small dogs are not my specialty. Just a shout-out to all y'all small dogs: I'd like to keep all of my finger and toe appendages.

Side Note
My dog, Digby, discovered the world of squeaky toys. He will never again be satisfied with plain ol' toys. It started out as a source of laughter to watch him squeak, and squeak, and squeak, and squeak... but now I have a headache and will go to bed with squeaks haunting my dreams...

Tying Ties is Tiring.

So today I was meandering about my abode speculating on what I could do that might take away some of the summer boredom I have been feeling of late. Then I thought of it.

"I shall educate myself in the art of tying ties"

So I did. Now I am proud to boast the talent I now possess of tying ties. I can tie a 'four-in-hand' a 'half windsor' a 'full windsor' a 'shell knot' and last but not least... A bow tie. I am quite proud of my accomplishment. My bed post has been quite patient with me... I don't exactly have anybody to try this new capability on... So my bed post has been my victim. It probably would've looked like (to anyone spectating) I was trying to strangle my lovely piece of furniture... Especially when I accidentally came out with a noose instead of a windsor... Oh well, hopefully this won't happen again... Hopefully.

If you want to learn for yourself please follow the simple instructions above :)

Just a Side Memo

I made my own day a couple weeks ago by telling a middle school boy that he was battling a mind way over his head by arguing with me. Seeing his face was priceless. I take pleasure in the little things in life, especially cookies, even if the actual cookies aren't small.

Dear Weather,

Thank you for only being stormy a small portion of the days now. I really appreciate the blue sky. Especially when that is my only vice while living in this hell hole dung heap place.

Sincerely,

Joy

DO NOT DISTURB

Sleep is my holy sanctuary. Anyone who intrudes does it at their own risk. My mother always used to poke me to wake me up and now if anyone pokes me it transforms my whole being into a raging mess. I also am not to fond of early rising but if it's to do something I enjoy then I don't mind.

Last night my mum decided that I needed to wake up at 8 this morning so that I would be ready to leave the house at 9, I agreed and we went to bed. This morning, however, I woke up and was ready to go by 9 just like she told me to but... When I came out of my room I discovered she was still sleeping. Oh yeah that's the other thing, I hate being deprived of sleep when it's available to me.

A lighter note (because I'm afraid I find myself ranting and raving more than I should), I am completely broke because I gave in to my feminine impulse and bought the shoes. Okay so maybe that isn't such a happy thought. It really isn't. oh well. I have a new pair of shoes. heh.

I find myself thinking...
What if I robbed a bank wearing an Obama mask? No joke. The thought crossed my mind this morning. I mean wouldn't that be funny if they blamed him and I made off with the money? But seriously, the dude can't even sign his own papers let alone rob a bank, so I guess that's another brilliant plan down the tubes.

P.S. I am still feeling quite bluesy because of the weather. I am undeniably distraught.

I mean if this doesn't make you woebegone...