Joy of Joys! 'til Thursday night I can watch
The West Wing 24 hours a day!
I have a new job. This is exciting for the following reasons: 1) I will actually use my degree doing this job since I have to work with the arts and humanities board 2)I like money and I will be earning over $12.50 an hour 3)It is located close to my apartment so its an easy commute
The current
Foamy's Rant is the most horrific EVER. I actually exclaimed "Oh MY GOD! HOLY SHIT!" when watching it. While I love Foamy's Rants ... this one might be a bit over the line.
My longest thought of this batch:
Being a good puppy parent is probably the best way to learn to be a good parent of humans, without actually trying to raise a child. You need to determine timly and even handed punishments for misbehavior, keep your resolve because often the individual being punished thinks the punishment is too cruel to be withstood, and of course there is the "gross-out" factor.
My mother called this afternoon asking me to pick up my parents' family room since Tweedy had destroyed many many things this morning and trashed the room.
Items destroyed:
One TV remote
One $40 'Memory Foam' pillow
One disposable camera containing now ruined pictures of my CO trip, and a retirement party (This one boggles my mind, after the first bite he should have gotten a nasty zap that one would think would prevent further destruction)
One drinking cup (plastic)
Three rolls toilet papper
One styrofoam cup of soy-sauce
Various bits of paper and odds and ends rendered unidentifiable
So Tweedy has lost his "inside" privlages for the afternoon (don't cry too hard for him though, he has a nice warm doghouse and plenty of squirrles to chase outside) he HATES this because he is our needy Tweedy and can't stand to be outside when his people are inside. I have determined that no amount of crying will get him back inside though.
As far as the gross-out factor... in the process of cleaning up the destroyed items I discovered a strange brown smear on the floor directly behind me. It was upon the discovery of the brown smear I noted dampness on the knee of my jeans. "Oh god." I thought "he chewed all of this stuff and got sick. If he has eaten enough to make him sick we might need to take him to the vet." So, being the brave doggy care taker I am I leaned in an took a big sniff it was ...
Soy-sauce.
Thank god.
