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diemmeEver woken up on a rainy morning, snug in your blankets, pillows still fluffed and hear a little voice say, "Trust me, this is the best place for you today."
I really wish I'd listened to that voice this morning, one annoyance after another.
I had two idiots pull out in front of me today without bothering to signal or indicate. I came to driving late in life and I'm a bloody nervous driver (little old ladies have given me the finger), slamming on my brakes centimetres from some jackass' fender does my blood pressure no good.
Adding insult to injury, I was also antagonised by posses of street dogs. Not those poor, abandoned or lost dogs that try to coexist peacefully with the public and eke out a living from scraps and trashcans...these creatures are deserving of our compassion and assistance. I mean those offensive, obnoxious, shrill furballs that infest suburban streets! Their humans have lovely yards with fences and gates that they leave open all day and the damn dogs spend their time on the streets, harassing pedestrians and drivers alike. A band of pomeranians gathered on the curb and ran across the street just as I was passing, like the squirrel in that car insurance commercial. They looked at me and smirked before doing it too, I swear. I think I'd have a nervous breakdown if I ever hit an animal while driving...unless it were a pigeon, filthy birds. It's in my family history, my grandmother hit a pig while learning to drive...never drove again, my mother hit a dog while learning to drive...took several weeks to get her back behind the wheel, my dad hit a chicken...he was very upset for a while...almost a whole day! So there!
Later on, obviously karma catching up with me, I ran into an old school acquaintence at the mall. We talked for nearly an hour about her affair with a married man. Or rather she talked and I mentally banged my head against the table we were sharing then counted the pores on her face. Why do people ask questions or for advice then don't even wait for one to answer before rattling on again? And why do people have affairs with married people? Even if you can get past the fact that adultery is one of the nastier sins in just about any religion and it's a sleazy thing to do how can people not see that it's the dumbest thing in the world to do? I'm not sure how many cheating wives leave their husbands but I know that not many cheating husbands leave their wives if they can possibly help it. They only leave if they are in the older demographic and the mistress is significantly younger...or if the wives sling them out on their ears!
Anyway, I'm glad that this woman was only an acquaintence because I forgot about the difference between inner voice and outer voice again and managed to offend her. She finally paused for breath after wailing that she feared he was never going to leave his wife...I was worried for a minute because she'd started to turn blue. I couldn't help it, I said what I was thinking..."Why on earth would he leave? He's got the wife at home for comfort and you for excitement, all perfect for him and he never will leave."
Oh well!
Credit card bill came in the mail today. For the card I had been under the impression I'd paid off. I owe them $35.00USD or $245.00TT approximately for a stupid magazine sub that I thought I'd cancelled months ago.
Then the dog got in on the drama. She has this huge, digestible bone that I bought at the pet store...something similar to those pig's ears you can get for dogs to chew. She loves it! Unfortunately, she managed to get a jagged bit of it caught between her gum and her cheek. She met me at the gate with a pitiful expression and a bulging cheek. I have significant experience with this situation, my old Maltese mix, Candi, used to get chewed bits of plastic clothes pegs caught there at least twice a year. But I still get a bit frantic...my baby and all...and the dog never helps the situation; pawing your hand away and yelping at you. But we managed, there was a little bleeding that soon stopped and I'm keeping an eye on her tonight, I'm sure she'll be fine.
Hmmm, when you go over things afterward they don't seem so annoying as when you were living through them. Except the Avril concert on TnT, that's as annoying in thought as it was when I caught a bit of it while channel surfing. I don't exactly hate her music...though it's not punk and she should be smacked for saying it is...but she's pretty awful live. Her voice drones and seems to take on an Irish accent which would be appealing if it weren't for the droning. There were many young girls there, holding onto each other, singing along and crying. Strange reaction I thought, but when I was a teen being blase and unaffected was cool. Besides, I went to the kind of high school where "deportment" and needlework were considered nearly important as history, physics, languages and maths. Hee, I can still remember one old Bat who spent a whole period talking about the proper way to eat soup and lectured me because I couldn't hem a pillowcase. For some reason my mouth engaged without consulting my brain and I informed her that I didn't plan to take a hemstiching O' Level. When you have a reputation for being a polite, quiet student it makes little lapses in manners seem worse than they really are and I got sent to stand under the Tamarind tree. A huge tree in the middle of the school, so everyone can look out the window and see your disgrace. Right outside the principal's office too should she care to peek through her curtains, which of course she did. Michelle and I are planning to go to the school's annual bazaar in November, should be interesting.
I really wish I'd listened to that voice this morning, one annoyance after another.
I had two idiots pull out in front of me today without bothering to signal or indicate. I came to driving late in life and I'm a bloody nervous driver (little old ladies have given me the finger), slamming on my brakes centimetres from some jackass' fender does my blood pressure no good.
Adding insult to injury, I was also antagonised by posses of street dogs. Not those poor, abandoned or lost dogs that try to coexist peacefully with the public and eke out a living from scraps and trashcans...these creatures are deserving of our compassion and assistance. I mean those offensive, obnoxious, shrill furballs that infest suburban streets! Their humans have lovely yards with fences and gates that they leave open all day and the damn dogs spend their time on the streets, harassing pedestrians and drivers alike. A band of pomeranians gathered on the curb and ran across the street just as I was passing, like the squirrel in that car insurance commercial. They looked at me and smirked before doing it too, I swear. I think I'd have a nervous breakdown if I ever hit an animal while driving...unless it were a pigeon, filthy birds. It's in my family history, my grandmother hit a pig while learning to drive...never drove again, my mother hit a dog while learning to drive...took several weeks to get her back behind the wheel, my dad hit a chicken...he was very upset for a while...almost a whole day! So there!
Later on, obviously karma catching up with me, I ran into an old school acquaintence at the mall. We talked for nearly an hour about her affair with a married man. Or rather she talked and I mentally banged my head against the table we were sharing then counted the pores on her face. Why do people ask questions or for advice then don't even wait for one to answer before rattling on again? And why do people have affairs with married people? Even if you can get past the fact that adultery is one of the nastier sins in just about any religion and it's a sleazy thing to do how can people not see that it's the dumbest thing in the world to do? I'm not sure how many cheating wives leave their husbands but I know that not many cheating husbands leave their wives if they can possibly help it. They only leave if they are in the older demographic and the mistress is significantly younger...or if the wives sling them out on their ears!
Anyway, I'm glad that this woman was only an acquaintence because I forgot about the difference between inner voice and outer voice again and managed to offend her. She finally paused for breath after wailing that she feared he was never going to leave his wife...I was worried for a minute because she'd started to turn blue. I couldn't help it, I said what I was thinking..."Why on earth would he leave? He's got the wife at home for comfort and you for excitement, all perfect for him and he never will leave."
Oh well!
Credit card bill came in the mail today. For the card I had been under the impression I'd paid off. I owe them $35.00USD or $245.00TT approximately for a stupid magazine sub that I thought I'd cancelled months ago.
Then the dog got in on the drama. She has this huge, digestible bone that I bought at the pet store...something similar to those pig's ears you can get for dogs to chew. She loves it! Unfortunately, she managed to get a jagged bit of it caught between her gum and her cheek. She met me at the gate with a pitiful expression and a bulging cheek. I have significant experience with this situation, my old Maltese mix, Candi, used to get chewed bits of plastic clothes pegs caught there at least twice a year. But I still get a bit frantic...my baby and all...and the dog never helps the situation; pawing your hand away and yelping at you. But we managed, there was a little bleeding that soon stopped and I'm keeping an eye on her tonight, I'm sure she'll be fine.
Hmmm, when you go over things afterward they don't seem so annoying as when you were living through them. Except the Avril concert on TnT, that's as annoying in thought as it was when I caught a bit of it while channel surfing. I don't exactly hate her music...though it's not punk and she should be smacked for saying it is...but she's pretty awful live. Her voice drones and seems to take on an Irish accent which would be appealing if it weren't for the droning. There were many young girls there, holding onto each other, singing along and crying. Strange reaction I thought, but when I was a teen being blase and unaffected was cool. Besides, I went to the kind of high school where "deportment" and needlework were considered nearly important as history, physics, languages and maths. Hee, I can still remember one old Bat who spent a whole period talking about the proper way to eat soup and lectured me because I couldn't hem a pillowcase. For some reason my mouth engaged without consulting my brain and I informed her that I didn't plan to take a hemstiching O' Level. When you have a reputation for being a polite, quiet student it makes little lapses in manners seem worse than they really are and I got sent to stand under the Tamarind tree. A huge tree in the middle of the school, so everyone can look out the window and see your disgrace. Right outside the principal's office too should she care to peek through her curtains, which of course she did. Michelle and I are planning to go to the school's annual bazaar in November, should be interesting.
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