Matter o' Perspective

Today I took care of a few boys that I have been babysitting/nannying for about six years. Broc (7 and 1/2) and Wyatt (5) are nothing but boyish mischief at their best. I feel old when I realize that I have been a big part of their lives since before Wyatt was a mere twinkle in his parents' eyes.

Anyway, this day we started with quite an adventure. Wyatt is a new owner of a darling hamster named Shubba (a word he made up while singing). Within the first few moments of being introduced to the lovely Shubba - she bit the Wy-guy on the finger which caused him to fling her a few feet across the room. After quickly returning the critter to her cage - I returned to find the boy with his finger completely covered in blood (thank God I am not squeemish) and him crying quite loudly. Fifteen minutes, half an episode of Spongebob, numerous tears, five bloody tissues, and three band-aids later - we finally managed to stop the bleeding.

Let's just say that after that ordeal - the rest of the day was cake.

Speaking of pets, my family has aquired another fuzzy friend. Due to the closely timed departures of both our beloved guinea pig and cat, we felt a gap in our smaller fuzzy cuddle department. Thusly - my sister and mother ventured to adoption day at a local petstore and procured a lovely kitty who has been unofficial dubbed "Jazzoo Sassafras" by respective members of my immediate kinfolk.

Pictures will, no doubt, be provided soon.

Memorial

RIP: Harri Pig. 2001-ish to December 25, 2008.
You and your fashion statements will be missed.

I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas

Only two more semesters to go until I have my undergraduate degree in Accounting. Then three more intense semesters and I will have my masters in Accountancy. Then one huge test later and I will have my CPA. It seems so simple when I type it out in three sentences, but those three sentences are the next two years of my life. Weird.

However I have survived through yet another round of finals. Quite miraculously, in fact. My brain still feels like someone has taken an ice cream scoop to it and left several good divots. This has been reflecting in my day to day life. I've been very distracted and forgetful. After taking three comprehensive finals back to back on one day - I tried to unlock the door to that Man of Mine's apartment with my car door opener. I stood there for a good thirty seconds not comprehending why the nice little "unlock" button was not functioning. Embarrassing.

Speaking of that Man of Mine - we had our two year yesterday. I am very blessed by him.

I watched "It's A Wonderful Life" today with my mom. I am so ready for Christmas!

What Are You Doing Here?

Last night I had the inevitable "i-can't-believe-you-are-in-the-audience-watching-me-look-like-an-idiot" awkward moment last night. It was my current Intermediate Account II teacher, at an away show, in a restaurant that I don't think I'll ever be able to afford. I walked in the room with my two fellow performers and then - BAM - there he was right at the front table.

It was strange and awkward for several reasons. The most prevalent two reasons being:

• I had just seen him ten hours before in class and asked him about the proper titles of certain accounts.
  
• Teachers aren't supposed to exist outside of the class room - much less outside of the school.

Oh well. I suppose it was bound to happen someday. I survived it and have had time to think about all of the people that would have been even more awkward to have in the audience. Here is an abbreviated list:

1. Hitler.
2. Any ex ever.
3. A stalker.
   
4. Simon Cowell
   
5. Sasquatch
   

Any Way You Want It

Truth be told I am slightly disappointed with our society.

This isn't going to be a long drawn out lecture of moral or politics, but instead a brief observation, so don't freak out on me.

Today I rode my bike to school as per usual. Around mile 2.5 there is a shopping center where I jump on the sidewalk to avoid a particularly busy intersection. It appeared that the shopping center had run their sprinklers that night because the side walk was wet. Being the genius that I am - I didn't think that it would be too slick since the concrete was only damp looking and not soaked. However the 20 degree weather disagreed with me and the sidewalk turned out to be incredibly slippery!

Needless to say I wiped out massively and now have a bruise the size of Brazil on my thigh. Luckily I am such a helmet-wearing nazi because I knocked my head pretty well, too. The fall twisted my seat (which I adjusted back), popped off my bike chain, left me with a good head ache for the rest of the day, and robbed me of any dignity I may have had left.

Here is where my frustration with society comes into play. Once it happened I joked with myself that I should sue the shopping center for being so stupid as to run the sprinklers in December. It was then that it dawned on me that someone very actually could take that path, wipe out, break something, and sue them because they didn't have enough foresight to take necessary precautions. It is the whole "warning-label-on-a-cup-of-coffee-from-McDonalds" mentality. We want everything to be all about us, but we are unwilling to take any sort of personal responsibility for our actions.

Grow up, America.