Things You Don't See Everyday

I was a good girl today and traveled out to my school to unpack more boxes in my classroom. Luckily, I ran in to Friend J, who efficiently distracted me from getting ALL of my work done. Being the dendrophiles we both are, we stood at the window, enjoying the lovely view of towering oak trees. After a few moments of wandering within our own personal daydreams, we noticed a construction worker below. He was a rugged man, running a rugged machine. Friend J commented on his big man demeanor, and wondered out loud if the van next to him with "New Growth" painted on the side was in actuality, an advertisement for enhanced erectile girth. Before we could get too deep into a conversation about penises, our attention lurched back to the man in question, who had suddenly jumped off his mini tractor and headed straight into the woods. What could he possibly be doing? Peeing, of course. Yes, boys and girls, we watched a man relieve himself today. I'm sure teachers see that all of the time outside their windows.

As if that weren't enough visual entertainment for the day, there was more. Friend J and I walked out to our cars, parked across the street from the school. As she leaned up against her vehicle, we chatted, and eventually, the conversation took a turn towards the serious. She was discussing her relationship with her boyfriend, and I was listening intently. The word marriage was smoothly followed by this phrase: "And there are cows walking in the dirt."
Huh? I wasn't sure what this had to do with her relationship issues...was the sun beating a little too much on my poor friend's head? Melting a few too many brain cells?
"No, really. There are two cows walking across the school parking lot," Friend J repeated in her nonchalant way. I turned around, and, just as she said, two cows trotted over the cement. Closely following behind was an old white pick up truck, obviously chasing the beasts. We watched as the free animals fled from their captors, running off into the sunset.
"Well, we could stay here 'til the cows come home..." Friend J smirked.
I wonder what other fun things we will see on our next visit?

Disturbing Discoveries

Moving can be a bitch. In fact, I hate it probably more than most other things in the world. Maybe even more than spiders, and since I have arachnophobia, that's saying something. But every once in awhile, it can provide a bit of amusement, something sweet and nostalgic. Unfortunately, this was not my experience while packing today. In fact, what I found was slightly disturbing.

When I tumbled upon some of my old - very old - journals, I got super excited. As I held the green hard cover book in my hands, I smiled, remembering vaguely how much joy it brought me filling in the pages. I was about five years old when I first started 'journaling' - granted, there wasn't a lot of writing in this beginning one, but I knew it would still hold treasures for me, sparking memories of innocent childhood. So with a soft grin on my face, I opened up the book to my past....and this is the first picture I beheld:

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Ok, so I'm not QUITE sure how to explain this one - but I do remember hating 'Josh', the neighbor boy, and apparently I was working out my issues with him through an artistic venue. I don't really know what the green things are to the right ....perhaps they are an abstract forest scene, trying to soften the harshness of Josh's angry clown/alien freak show face.

I keep turning the pages, hoping for something a little sweeter....something to truly be a symbol of my perfect childhood....and this is what I come to next:

Now, at first glance, this COULD be an ok picture - I mean, afterall, both characters are SMILING. That equals happiness, right? But on closer inspection, Big Hairy Man seems to be smiling with evil insanity, not "Oh, what a cute little girl you are!" niceness. He also has his fists up, ready to kick the shit out of 'cute little girl'. Of course, so does SHE, so maybe she is the evil one, feigning innocence, but deep down, ready to fuck that bastard up. I can see it in her eyes, really.

Anyway. So I'm beginning to think that I really had quite a traumatic childhood, with these weird drawings...I'm hoping for something, SOMETHING, to let me know I really DID have a good growing up experience....and FINALLY, I see this picture:

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And then I turned the page, which was a continuation from the last one:

It doesn't take a psychological genious to figure this one out. On one page, love and happiness between two people, and then on a fully separate page, Lonely Crying Girl.

Apparently I wasn't as well adjusted as I thought I was.

And, just to round things out, I got to one of the last pages, and discovered this pretty little gem:

Maybe I was wanting to turn into the Demon Monster I knew I really was deep down inside and 'take care' of all those who opposed me - Josh, Big Hairy Man, the Two Happy People in Love... maybe you're next. . .

Coprophagia

People eat food for a number of reasons: hunger, stress, boredom, etc. Dogs eat for some of the same reasons. But, not only do they eat food, sometimes, they eat poop, too. I recently found this out from a friend of mine. I was over at her place, meeting for an innocent cup of coffee. As I sat on the chair next to her cute dog Charlie, I reached over to pet him. I mean, how could I resist the sweet guy, all curled up, brown eyes imploring me for a little lovin'? Right before my fingers sunk into his soft fur, friend J nonchalantly drawled, "Oh, this weekend he rolled in dead fish carcass and ate human feces, so you might not want to touch him. Your choice."

It really wasn't that hard of a decision to make, although Charlie's dismaying stare bore straight into my soul.

So.

Why the hell would lovely Charlie do such a disgusting thing?

Apparently, there are 2o different reasons why dogs ingest poo. It even has a fancy name: Coprophagia.

A few of my favorites: dogs eat poop by accident. I can just see it...Charlie happily walking down the street, enjoying the bright sunshine, friend J smiling sweetly at her perfect dog...and then oops! Suddenly a pile of poo is in Charlie's mouth! How did THAT happen? By accident, of course!

Another reason: some dogs will eat poop to pass the time. Hmmm. I should try that the next time I'm bored and need something to do. It would be an excellent activity to help me procrastinate from the classes I should be taking to keep my teaching license. I'm sure if I told my principal that I was eating feces instead of passing grad classes, he would totally understand.

And finally, some dogs will eat poop to gain attention. I think friend J has some students that may do the same.

I'm hungry. Time for breakfast.

The Pleasure of Procrastination

Summer has officially begun, and although 9 grad credits loom over me, I have yet to even sign up for the classes. Even though I will lose my teaching license, and hence, my entire career and livelihood if I do not complete these courses before the end of September, I continue to find every other possible activity besides doing my homework. Suddenly, the dirty dishes in the sink seem like the most perfect and delightful chore in the world. Folding laundry, a task once abhorred by myself, now looks rather seductive. And oh, that big package that has been sitting on the kitchen chair for a few weeks now has GOT to be taken to the UPS store today. TODAY. The earth will crumble and God will strike me down if I do not do it TODAY. Within the HOUR. Seriously.
Oh, and this blog, which I have not touched for about a year, now has my full attention. I mean, I'm sure there are many avid readers out there that are pining away for my words, wondering where I have been all this time, despondent and weak from the year long hiatus of my wit...how can I let these sweet minions down? I have to be there for them. And I am. I am back.
Time to go take a shower. Have to look good for the UPS store, right?