So, Sata our miniature pincher has lost all privileges when it comes time to go to bed.  If you remember a couple posts back I emphasized the fact that I am far from being a morning person, Sata is either not aware of this fact, or she openly rebels against it.  I work a 7 AM to 7 PM job several days a week, and if I do not get a full 7-8 hours of sleep, you don’t wanna be around me… I get super grouchy.  And there is nothing more that I love than to be all warm and snuggly in my amazingly comfortable bed, so when at 2:50 in the morning my little pup decides she hears the snakes in the living room moving (which is when they move, at night… lucky me) she takes off and growls and barks repeatedly while jumping against the door of the cage.  Despite how well you sweetly, playfully call her from the bedroom, she is on a mission and a 3 minute barking episode commences.  These episodes typically drag me out of bed, yelling.  So, I wrangle her back into bed, but now she is awake and thinks I am too… So she jumps around the bed, playing and licking, annoying me to the point I’m ready to throw her off the bed.  However, I must say she is the cutest and sweetest little puppy ever and I love her to death so it is very difficult to get mad at her, but she is still being banished.  Also, over the last week she has somehow managed to rip 6 holes in my body pillow while I’ve been asleep – nothing like waking up and finding stuffing all over the bed, in your hair and all over the floor.  So, we are back to the days of kenneling.  The first night was an hour of whining loudly, which then began again at 5:30 when she heard someone in the bathroom.  So, I guess long gone are the nights I sleep peacefully, without waking…  oh, how I miss those days.

I don’t understand how a 50 year old Asian woman riding a beach cruiser style bike down a busy high school aged infested sidewalk has the audacity to come to the crosswalk and push the button for the crosswalk signal 43 times within two seconds!  ONCE is enough.  Twice is a little obsessive and anything over that will get you dirty looks and possibly a very legitimate voo-doo curse issued under my breath.  In my experience, Asian people are never in a hurry – especially if you are behind one walking at the mall or in traffic.  Also, who would dare ride a bike in front of a high school at the precise time the kids have made it out to the streets and parking lots and then give off the illusion of being in such a hurry that they are unwilling to wait the 12 seconds for the cross light to signal the go ahead?  So picture if you will….a very busy sidewalk with angry and self proclaimed Princesses walking across the street to the nearest Starbucks for after school social hour and an old Asian woman on a bike trying to make it to the crosswalk.  Once the Asian lady makes it to the crosswalk she proceeds to hit the button multiple times.  I’m sitting in my car with my daughter and we are watching all of this happen.  My daughter notices the Asian lady pushing the button and asks why this lady keeps doing that.  I said I didn’t know, she must be mentally unstable and then I proceeded to chant “Banish, Bind, and Enemy Be Gone”.  So with all that said, please don’t be the person that mashes the button more than once.  This applies to elevators, buzzers, doorbells, and crosswalk signals.  You just look stupid and you piss people off.  STOP!