What I Learned Today

So as I have previously mentioned, I'm dog-sitting. This involves me driving to someone's house and playing with their two dogs.. and feeding them too, I suppose. Easy enough, right? Right.

So this is day 3 of my driving 20 minutes out to this house twice a day. I am covered in medium sized itchy bumps. Until this morning, I was convinced that this was due to a gazillion mosquitos that were apparently inhabiting their backyard and feasting on my legs and arms and neck. I realized that my mother and sister were not receiving these lovely gifts of nature even though they were in the same place I was. This is when I realized, I am severely allergic to the homeowner's long-haired dog. Like the "I-break-out-in-hives" kind of allergic. And I get congested. And my eyes water.

I'm glad I'm getting paid for this.

I Guess This Is the First One..

So.. this is a blog that honestly will probably be forgotten about after about a week. I'm not a writer. I like math and science and plugging things into formulas and getting the correct answer every time. That's not how this English and composition and analytical thinking thing works. You have to "think outside the box" and be creative and stuff... I suck at that.

I believe that suffices as an introduction. So here it goes.

Things I thought about today:

1. Dogs (I'm dog-sitting currently.)

2. Snow cones (I had a craving.)

3. Boys (I mean, duh. I'm a girl.)

4. Books (I had a gift card I needed to spend.)

and

5. Tennis (It's awesome. Go play.)

Some people say that dog-sitting is the most fun job and the easiest money out there. You just go and play with dogs and then you get paid. I'd like to argue that is neither fun nor easy. Maybe it's just because I've watched some pretty neurotic dogs. One I watched just last week had a strange fascination with rubber ducks and the two that I'm tackling currently don't understand the concept of "going" in the yard, not on the deck.. Oh well. I suppose I should be happy I'm not at a desk job.

Snow cones are the perfect conglomeration of water and sugar and artificial food coloring. Nothing warms my heart more than brain-freeze and a blue raspberry colored tongue. So go have a snow cone. It'll do your soul some good.

If I decided to go on a boy tangent, you'd be here for hours. I'll save that for later.

I like to read. I really do. But when I entered 7th grade, I was introduced to this thing called summer reading and it killed my desire to read anything. But now that I'm out of high school, my desire to do things in the literature world has been rekindled. So I bought books today. It was a good feeling. I'm about to read a book that I want to read, not that I was assigned. I might actually enjoy the feeling.

Tennis is fabulous. Coaching tennis camp is STRESSFUL! Most 6 year olds have 0 desire to learn how to play tennis. They just want to hit things with their sticks (aka racquets). So my job, standing there and feeding balls, is completely pointless. They swing as hard as they can, missing most of the time. And when they do successfully make contact with the ball it would either fly over the fence or hit me in the face. If the job didn't play well, I would be out the door.. err.. umm fence. Of the tennis courts. Right.