Tires!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Current mood: annoyed Category: Life Ok. Here I sit on the roadside in Proctoville with a flat tire. Wouldn't be a big deal except the one that went flat was my spare I put on a few days ago. They just don't make em like they used too. I mean these tires can't be more than 6 or 7 years old. Proctoville Tire and Alignment to the rescur! They agreed to come get my wheel and put a new tire on. Of course they talked me into a new set since all my tires were bald. A paltry $350. I guess I'll be eating cheap a few more days. I guess it was still part of the plan though. I got my student loan dispersment today. Was gonna pay bills, buy food and other frivalous things. Tires it is!!!!

New house guest

Friday, September 19, 2008

Current mood: silly I forgot to mention we have had a new house guest. A couple evenings ago, I go to let the dogs out and I find a little Yorkie pup staring up at me. He had no collar and was dirty. Very dirty! He let himself in and promptly peed on the corner of the couch (I think it was too dirty to pee outside- must be pampered). I go outside to look for a house he may have came from but the street was dark and we had the only outside light on. After 3 washings the pup was deemed fit to wonder around and pee on everything. Now for those who don't know, I have 2 mini-daushounds. Viscious vermine hunters bred to go into tunnels and kill rats,rabbits, ferrets and other burrowing creatures. We were worried for this pound and half fur ball around such hereditary hunters killers. I mean what if they kill without thinking. I've lost a bird this way (that's another story). Showdown! Abby The Strong and Itty-Bitty (I know, not my choice) The Hyper face the miniture Chewbacca.Butts are sniff, tension builds, let's out a high pitched bark(?) More of a squeak. The verment killers react with swift decisiveness! Miss Strong bolts for shelter under the bed and Miss Hyper uses her amazing speed to launch herself into my lap. Truly great hunter/killers. I guess if he had been under ground it might have gone different. So for the last two days my brave house guardians have been held captive on my kitchen chairs by day and only get a brake at night when the 1 pound terrorist is in his crate. At my dogs insistance I went to the pound (they wanted me to take mini-Chewy but - said no) to see if anyone was search for a lost Yorkie. Sure enough a worried owner had been inquiring. To the Barvarian hordes relief, I returned the beast to it's owner and they are in control of their homeland again