Hark that Bark!

Our neighbour is unwell and has left her mutt under my care!! That dog is absolutely crazy. All he does is bark... all day long, at anyone and everyone for no apparent reason! Last night he barked at me too... but that was because I wouldn't share my pizza slice with him.

Snowy (a Pom.. hate that breed!)has a very loud bark, and I think I am going deaf. I have closed all the windows so that he won't look out and bark. But he is too smart. He just sits near the window and barks... for no reason! So I open the windows for him.... thinking that he'll look outside, keep himself entertained and stop driving me nuts. He jumps up onto the window sill, contented and smug... and starts barking. Pomeranian !! I rest my case!

There's no winning with the pooch. I wish my neighbour gets well soon and comes back!

Foot Foibles

Cold feet warm heart. I must have the warmest heart in the world then cos I sure as hell have the coldest feet! Some facts about my feet:

• Love walking barefoot on the cool floors.
• Love painted toenails but I’m just no good at doing it myself.
• Love walking barefoot in the sand.
• Hate wearing socks or anything that sticks to my feet unless I absolutely have to.
• Hate wearing anything on my feet when I’m at home.
• Have stepped on a thumbtack and pushed it all the way into my heel. Ouch!
• Have lost my big right toe’s nail twice and had it grow back quite normally. Thank God!
• Have permanent sandal-strap marks in the summers; feet are the first to pick up a tan.

I am very envious of those soft, pink and white delicately painted and scrubbed ones; but mine have held up to my idiosyncrasies pretty well and as they’re the only ones I’ll ever have, I better learn to take better care of them.

Ok feet, let’s get you all scrubbed up now.

Arigatou, Merci, Thank you, Gratia, Danke...

I don’t think I ever thanked you for being a wonderful friend that you are, for always being around and for supporting me in all my (mis)adventures. You really must be NUTS! (but we of course call you nuts for a different reason ;o) I feel nostalgic…

On your 24th birthday, we were on a kitty rescue mission!! The poor little kitten was stuck on the ledge. The PoA was simple. We would lower a bucket with some food strategically(!) placed in it. The kitty would smell the food and would walk happily into the bucket to eat it. We would then pull the bucket and the kitty up and viola!we would have done our good deed for the day.

You (after much cajoling) donated your burger (it smelled really good inspite of being a left-over from your midnite b'day party!) to lure the kitty into the bucket. However, the kitty had other plans. It opted to jump from the 4th floor of the hostel building. I remember clutching your hand in horror as the kitty jumped. OMG we killed it!!! But the kitty (with its seven lives) landed on its feet and walked away unscathed. We were the “laugh” of Brigittines that week…. and did we care??!! We were already on our next adventure.

Happy Birthday, Sandy Nuts!!! Wishing you a lovely life lil kitten! Take care..

How accident-prone are you?

And I thought that no one could be more accident-prone than little ol' me. Admitted that I can get my legs entangled while talking and fall flat on my face but Sharon takes the pole position. No one (and no one) can ever beat my ex room-mate - SP.

Q: How many of you have managed to get your ear stuck in a door?
Yes, you read it right. The ear. The one that receives audio signals and sends it to the brain. No, her ears do not protrude like a goblin’s. She’s got nice pretty well proportioned ears. How did she manage to stick it between the door? Don’t ask me! But that’s something that would never happen to me. Hair stuck caught in a car fan, yes. But, ear stuck in a door, never.)

Q: How many of you have managed to fracture your hand while dancing?
(Sharo was dancing with the stud in one of her office parties. Stud to be read as the biggest loser who thinks no end-to-himself. He asked her for a dance, claiming that he’d been attending dancing classes. He twirled her around in an elaborate dance routine, and he FORGOT to let go off her hand. There was an audible crack as her bone broke. Audible in the loud party music.)

Q: How many of you have got your foot tendons injured while dancing?
(This time she swears she was careful. She was careful not to dance with anyone who claimed to be a good dancer. She lucked upon a guy wearing heavy boots, who stepped on her TWICE. She bit her lip not to cry out in pain. With the music blaring, there’s not much point in crying out aloud. She asked him sarcastically, if he’d been attending dancing lessons. He told her, his face red with pleasure, that he needed none as he danced well naturally.)

As I said before, she’s the winner hands down (or bones broken).