Aye, Chihuahua.

So I have a little Thanksgiving story for you all that has ME written all over it. My family friends went out of town yesterday and I was dubbed caretaker of their four precious Chihuahuas. And I am not lying. They really are precious. I usually like medium sized dogs…you know, quieter and less related to rodents. However, these four were raised very well and have incredible manners! Their names are Pepe, Poco, Harley, and Yoda.

^^^ This kinda looks like Poco.

I have to let them out about three times a day: morning, afternoon, and night. On this particular night, I went to work at my summer hostessing job; my manager agreed to give me hours over my breaks which I am very THANKFUL for in the state of our present economy. So I went to work and finished up around 9:00 p.m. Once I got to the dogs’ house, I greeted them merrily and let them out to “potty”. As I watched them running around happily in the darkness of their yard, I thought I might step outside to run with them. They needed human interaction, after all. I remembered our friends warning, “Don’t go out the back door because it will lock behind you sometimes.” Originially I thought they meant the big wooden door, not the storm door. But apparently it was the storm door, unbeknownst to me. That is, until I tried to get back in.

^^^ The back door kicked my “backside” out.

I reached for the handle and “click”. That’s all I got. Click click click. “Aw damnit,” I whisper to myself in the frigid nighttime air. All my important rescue gear was inside; my phone, the key to the house, my car keys. Wonderful. But WAIT! I left the front door open like an idiot! Ah, blessed stupidity and absent-mindedness, I’m SAVED!

^^^ Go on; say what you’re thinking. I’m a dumb blond…only occasionally.

Only one dilemma now. I get to the gate and it’s locked…with one of those huge locks that needs a key (I forget what they’re called). Remember, now, I am in my hostessing clothes for a fine dining restaurant: black skirt, blouse, suit jacket, and panty hose. And I get to CLIMB A FENCE. So it’s 10 o’clock at night on Black Friday when all the crazies are out and I am climbing a fence, wearing a skirt, in the dark, with four Chihuahuas barking at me. It’s a good thing I’m swift at hopping a fence, breaking, and entering. I was gone before any cops arrived to cart me off to jail for attempted robbery.

^^^ “So..do I have the right to chit-chat with you guys.”

There’s the climax of the story. Not that great. I ran around front, let myself back in, put the dogs to bed and drove home. Yes, ladies and gentlemen. I am THAT person that has random things happen to her. You are sick of my stories of woe and want to hear something more inrtoverted and philosophical. Alright, I get it. Especially after all my moaning about this past semester. Don’t worry, I’ll deliver. Next time I’ll talk about pancakes and boy-friends. Happy Thanksgiving.

^^^ Oh yeeeaaah.

Toilet paper + tissues = redundant.

Readers, I realize I have taken a bit of a hiatus. Let me explain: I AM IN COLLEGE. I keep telling Cher, “Well next week shouldn’t be so bad…” But without fail, each week turns out to be just as bad as the last or worse. So finally tonight as I reviewed this month’s outlook, I owned up to reality: “I’ll be fine once the semester is over.” My biology professor has my head spinning like that girl from the exorcist.

^^^ Um. Ew. I shouldn’t be getting nightmares from my own blog.

This is no good, folks. For once, I am saying, “I CAN’T KEEP UP!” Who would have thought that even I can’t keep up? Here is my list. This week, I am preparing for the homecoming parade where the chemistry club will present our “float” in a contest. I am coordinating this event so I am completely in charge of purchasing materials, decorating, and meeting with event staff. I also have a HUGE physics test on Wednesday. I hate physics. Next Monday, I have to lead my Writing Intesive class in our discussion of an upcoming article; something else to coordinate this week. The week after that is not too shabby but then the NEXT week before Thanksgiving, I have two final papers due: one in chemistry and one in biology. Not to mention that I am partaking in TWO research projects all the while packed in with all my regular assignments. WHEW! So you guys might not hear from me until December. Can I quit college?

^^^ This is how I feel.

Anyway, onto lighter topics. Have you ever gone into a bathroom and noticed a box of tissues sitting on top of the toilet or somewhere else in the bathroom vacinity? Every time I see this, it befuddles me. Why would you go out of your way to put a perfectly good box of tissues in an area that has a whole role of them?

^^^ This is where I always see a box of tissues…

Now some of you might say (Cher), “What if I don’t want to waste toilet paper just to blow my nose?” Quite frankly, tissues are thicker than toilet paper, so in the end you are wasting more paper material by using tissues instead of the thinner toilet paper.

^^^ See!!! She’s got the right idea.

Mogli argued that tissues are softer and you might not want to use rough toilet paper on your precious nose. To this, I say, “If your nose is so delicate, couldn’t you just get a tissue from another location in the house?” And in that vein, when you’re around the house, you can NEVER find tissues when you need them (or at least in my house). I’ll be in the living room, for example, and my nose will begin to run and I can’t find a tissue. So now me AND my nose are running…myself, to get a tissue to stop my nose! There is always a box on my Dad’s bedside table. I have learned to scout out the ONE place in my home where I can count on finding tissues. Either that or it’s in the bathroom…right next to a whole role.

^^^ Where are the tissues?