A Spot of Quizilla
Blogger.com is a bit sucky at the moment, which is quite funny because only last night I was thinking about how wonderful Blogger.com was. *sigh* Because there is no taskbar in the posting section that allows me to see the draft or amend dates, this old post will be listed as today. When Blogger.com sorts their problems out, I'll amend the current date of this post to its original date.
Which Of The Greek Gods Are You? [The image is too big to include here.]
The Which Greek God Are You? quizilla determines that I'm Athena:
"You're like the Greek God Athena of Education. You're seen as sophisticated, smart, and a really down to earth person. Easy to get along with, easy to understand - and with great prospects. You do well in what you enjoy, and often excel in most things academic."
Nice summary [I wish!], but the name. I'm not happy about that.
Athena is the name of my great aunt's ****ing "baby" - a very, very spoiled Yorkshire Terrier - that seems to think that it's hilarious to clamp its jaws on the hem of my jeans and then, when I have to drag my leg with her teeth still embedded in my jeans hem, slide on its rump across the kitchen floor. The only way to get her teeth off my jeans is pry her jaws open. As soon as my jeans hem is free, I'd have to run and slam the door behind me, trapping her inside the kitchen, but she'd yap, bark [in high pitch], yip, and whine until my great aunt takes pity on the creature and let her out of the kitchen. Guess where it's heading? Yup. My ankle.
Not only that. At random times, Athena bites. One moment it's snoozing in its favourite place on my great aunt's armchair and next moment, it's hurling itself at my face, its jaws wide open.
I actually have a faint scar on my left hand, between my thumb and index finger, from a time Athena bit me when I reached for a magazine on the coffee table. I still can't believe that that tiny mop of earth-coloured hair managed to draw blood out of me.
All the while, my great aunt claims that Athena must have an issue with me because, according to her, I'm the only one Athena does this to. She implied that there is something bad about me that provokes her darling baby. Thank you very much(!) It is annoying how Athena dominates my great aunt and their home. What Athena wants, Athena gets.
I hate that dog. I really do.
Which is a big thing for me to say, considering the fact that I'm a card-carrying member of the RSPCA and a local dogs' shelter. I love all dogs. Except for Athena, of course. She's getting old, so - may God forgive me - I'm biding for the day for her to lie six feet under because she's been the bane of my life for almost 11 years. You only need to look at her eyes to see that she's not quite all there.
Be good, be bad & be safe.
posted by lost at 8/23/2004 04:05:00 pm
4 Comments:
Funnily enough I was coming here to ask you what happened to the task bar, lol! Oh well I'll post my next blog entry once the engineers have sorted it out! You doing anything spesh this bank holiday?
8/26/2005 04:19:00 pm
KarenS - Please. Who would be mad enough to go on a motorway on a Bank Holiday? Oh, wait. You and your hubby would be that mad? Brave peeps. :> Will, J.R., Carl, Natalie, Sarah and I'll have a 'Paint Party' at Carl's where we'll pitch in to help with wall painting while guzzling on some booze. :> You?
8/26/2005 04:33:00 pm
Paul and I are going to Alton Towers on Monday, I haven't been there for ages! Paul will be driving, and I'll be telling him what to do all the way there!
Painting under the influence of drink? That should be funny!
8/26/2005 05:13:00 pm
When I still lived at home I had a kitten dumped in my shop (pet food shop). Kitten was not properly weaned or anything. I ended up bottle feeding him and teaching him how to use litter.
Then he started to bite - well, I guess there were no other kittens to bite him back so he never outgrew this habit. I would be reading a book and he would get this look in his eyes and launch himself at me. He used to get kicked out of my room constantly and my parents would laugh.
Then I get married and move out of the house. I want to take Boo with me but my mother started crying (she denies this) so I don't.
For the last 10 years everyone keeps an eye on the cat because he now hates me. I had him attach himself to my arm and I had to pry his jaws apart but then I slipped and he dug in deeper. He has drawn blood on me so now if he gets the look my parents quickly put him in the basement. They tell me I am the only one he does this too and I was the one to bottle feed him and wipe his poopy butt when he was too young to know better.
I love him and can't imagine going to my parents house and not having him there. I must like the adrenaline rush. Also, when my parents go away I look after him. After three nights of being alone he'll cry at me until I sit down so he can crawl into my lap. 10 minutes later he goes for the wrist. That's when I leave - little bugger.
There, that's my cat story. Oh, and Bob could lull a lion into sleepiness. Bob is the only one who can lie on the floor and pet him for more than 5 minutes. Crazy.
CindyS
8/27/2005 06:27:00 am
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