The Dangers of Working From Home

I just killed a MASSIVE bug.

At least I hope I did.

Now for your crazy PETA people, lemme explain. I do not tolerate insects. Can't stand them. It's not that I am scared of them, but to me, they just shouldn't even exist. Insects are the reason that the alien in ALIEN is frightening-I guess it is because they look almost machine-like, unorganic to me. I was reading in Stephen King's IT where one of the kids thinks that zombie/ghost children bother him because they "offended" his sense-they had no place in a logical world. I feel the same way about insects. I'm okay with the thought of zombie/ghost children.

And I also hallucinated about bugs when I was a tot, under the influence of drugs, but that's another story.

So anyways, my printer ran out of paper and I reached down to get some more when this massive black roach-looking thing ran out over my foot (my foot! Damn him!) and proceeded to hide beside a cord like I couldn't see him there. Stupid-ass bug. He then crawled up my wastebin. Aha-I had him! I grabbed the bin and took it into the bathroom-scrapped the damn bug off into the toliet and flushed it with glee. He swirled, waving his little damn bug tentacle leg things, and went into the hole.

And came right back out.

Damn him!!!!

I tried to flush it again, but you know how toliets are-they have to reload or something. So I had to wait, watching him flail about. I knew he was gonna try to climb up the toliet bowl. I looked around for some cleaning solution to poison him with but of course, its MY bathroom, so there was none.

I know some of you are thinking that I am a downright cruel person. Yes, yes, bugs are our friends, they do nature ecological crap like eat other bugs. Whatever. I hate them hate them hate them.

Finally the toliet water stopped running and I flushed him again. He went down and I waited for several seconds for him to come back up. He didn't. I turned to leave, but noticed the toliet seat was still up. I closed it thinking that even if he did come back up, he wasn't going to escape.

The thing about bugs is that, with me at least, they leave a "pyschic residue" for lack of a better term. After a bug has been gotten rid of, I feel like they are still there and will crawl over my feet, up my leg, or explore in my hair. Creepy-crawlies. Ick. Anyways, I get all paranoid.

What's sad is that this is probably the most exciting thing that will happen to me today. The dangers of working from home.

V for Vendetta

Maddy does not like socks.

Every single time we put socks on her, she manages to pull them off. This has been going on for weeks. I have even tried putting on socks meant for older kids (they still fit her feet, but go all the way up to her knees.) I thought these would be harder for her to pull off. Alas, while in the car one day, I turned around to see Maddy pulling her socks off-looked like she was pulling taffy.

Lately, she has decided she would rather have the socks in her mouth than on her feet. Yum.

We decided to go to First Friday this past week. People gathering downtown, listening to crappy country music and studying their fellow residents as if they were in a freak show. It was fairly warm, maybe in the high sixties, and I decided not to bother putting socks on Maddy. On the way out, Michael questioned me about it, making me feel like he was considering calling child welfare on me. Just like Britney Spears. But he doesn't understand. I am home with Maddy all day-this sock issue is a little war for us. I was momentarily surrendering, and he made me feel guilty about it.

And yes, her feet were cold on the way home.

Ugh.

Another two months

I really suck at this blogging thing, don't I?