An Interview (Sort Of), A Monday Funny (Possibly), and An Unsparkly Day

Sooo… before I tell you why I’m feeling -10 sparkly today and all kinds of grouchy, the sweet and lovely Ashley Nixon threw a bunch of questions at me over the weekend about writerly stuff and such, so head on over there if you care to know what my writing space looks like (yes, there’s a picture! And if you look closely, maybe you’ll spot Ryan the Zombunny.) And heavens no, I wasn’t grouchy because of this interview. Boy, wasn’t that a terrible preface (sorry, Ashley! You know I love yah!)

If you still care to know what ruffled my feathers, come back over here when you’re done. I can wait.

~ cue elevator music ~

By Debbie Ridpath Ohi

You’re back? You’re that curious, huh. I may end up disappointing you. Just a warning.

Alright, here it is: my iPhone is busted.

It still works, yeah, but the screen has these spidery webbing all over it. I know it’s Halloween and all, but I prefer my spider webs to be fake, synthetic stuff I can stick on the bushes outside, not this cracked iPhone glass. 😦

So I was walking my little girl to school when this family with a dog came up behind us. Their dog was making some weird huffing sound, which freaked out my daughter. She started running, tripped on the curb, and fell down. When I hurried to help her up, my iPhone slipped out of my hand and the hard cement was no way merciful. Screen totally ruined. Curse ye, weird sounding dog!

Okay, okay, I know it’s not the dog’s fault. Or anyone’s, really. But see, my daughter is terrified of dogs because of a traumatic experience. We were at the playground once, and I think she was only 4 at that time, when this little puppy started chasing her, nipping and barking at her heels. The poor girl shrieked and screamed, and ran in circles, while the dog owners stood and watched and LAUGHED, thinking it was cute and funny.

It was neither cute nor funny. I, of course, rescued her but the damage was already done.

See now, before any of you dog owners get mad at me, hear this: I had a dog growing up. I’m no dog hater, by any means, but one thing I know is that NOT EVERYONE IS GOING TO LOVE YOUR PET AS MUCH AS YOU DO. (Yes, I LOVED my dog but I was considerate of others.) So please, when you’re in a public area, KEEP THEM ON A LEASH. And for goodness sake, pick up after them. We seriously had a neighbor once who let their dog use OUR FRONT YARD as their PERSONAL BATHROOM. Those turds are not gonna pick themselves up, FYI. Their dog was doing its business while we were pulling out of our driveaway, and I totally saw the guy just watched and did nothing. NOTHING!

Oh the horror! 

Ahem. I’m okay now. Still bemoaning my phone but that’s life. I hope the rest of you are having a wonderful, sparkly, trauma-free day.

❤ 

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10 thoughts on “An Interview (Sort Of), A Monday Funny (Possibly), and An Unsparkly Day

  1. Could be worse, could have dropped it in the toilet! I like dogs, but there are some owners I wish I could beat with a newspaper. My son is terrified of dogs, too, thanks to a similar incident. The dog was just playing, but when an animal is as big as you are that's going to be traumatic. Keep 'em on a leash when out and about.

  2. That's exactly why I'm not getting an iPhone. Though I wouldn't have to protect my kiddos from dogs, I would have to protect them from the freakish neighborhood stray, Itchy. If that cat doesn't have a contagious disease…

  3. Aw, your poor daughter! I suffered from canine phobia as a child, so I completely understand. I still get freaked out around weird dogs, you honestly don't know what they'll do. They are animals, after all. True story: my best friend in high school had nearly half her face bit off by a doberman when she was about 3. She had plastic surgery in CA by one of Michael Jackson's plastic surgeons! Michael sat in and watched one of the surgeries. I was a witness to the signed picture she had from him. Crazy. Anyways, I'm sure it's all going to get better from here on out! Love yas!

  4. aww! I hope your day improved!ps – why'd you change your blog's name? Don't get me wrong, I like 'Cherie Writes', but I am (as you know) horribly nosy…:D

  5. Hey guys, thanks for commiserating with me. 🙂 You guys are the best!I taped my iPhone screen so I wouldn't get scratch by the chipped glass. It's like the Frankenstein of phones now, but it's still serviceable so what the heck. :DI swear my little girl has the worst luck with dogs. They always seem to gravitate toward her as if they can sniff out her fear. One time we were just walking by her school and this giant dog ran to her and licked her arm. It didn't have a leash. Of course there was much yelling and jumping around. I think we may have yelled at the owner to put a leash on their dog. They looked stunned, as if we just slapped them.Anyway, thank you again for making me feel less grumpity-grump. I love you, guys!A.M., you curious little owly you: I just changed it because the other one was too long. I'm not 100% satisfied with Cherie Writes… but it will have to do for now. 😉

  6. Ohh!! You did change your blog name. I read when I was researching writing blogs the writer should name it after themselves. For some reason…I can't think of anything else that would describe my blog better but my name. LOL. I'm so sorry about your screen!! My bf's best friend (haha) cracked his screen too. Then the button stopped working so he couldn't switch apps! I rely on my Itouch A TON! And I'd be so sad if I destroyed it. #lotsamoney #poorcollegekids. :/ YAYAYAYA!!! CHERIE INTERVIEW!!! ❤

  7. Your poor daughter )and you, too obviously!). I still get nervous around dogs I don't know, and if there is a stray on the street I won't walk past it, even now.

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