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[lizzybennet]

There's a workman in Zack's room right now repairing the window leak that caused the paint to bubble and peel off the wall. While he works on it, I'm sitting here at the computer answering email. I can see into part of Zack's room, but not the part where he's working. As I'm sitting here, I suddenly hear the sound of magical chimes: Harry Potter's wand. I turn my head and the workman is bent over pushing the button on the toy wand, making it chime. Um, ok. I act like I don't notice because I don't think he meant to make it chime. I think he was trying to use it in his repair job somehow. A few minutes later he goes out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. I follow, trying to see what he needs. He uses hand signs to tell me he needs a screwdriver. He goes back to Zack's room, I go back to the computer, feeling quite proud of myself for figuring out what he needed. A few minutes later, he comes to tell me that he needs to go downstairs to get something. That did take me a few minutes to figure out, but I eventually understood what he meant. While he was out, I decided to go into Zack's room and see what he was doing. Suddenly, I see him out the window. Apparently, he dropped the screwdriver out the window and had gone down to pick it up :) He comes back and I sit down at the computer again. Next, we have a knock on the door. It's Mariannette, come to borrow my measuring spoons. When I walk past Zack's room this time, the guy is outside!! the window. Remember, we live on the third floor. Somehow, he's clinging to some tiny ledge doing some work out there. Ack! The thought alone scares me (I do not like heights). A few minutes later, he came out and told me he was done.

Don't read the following paragraph if you are squeamish or upset by dog-eating. Today at the market I saw my first dog on the butcher's block. I initially saw it when we walked in, it's right by the front door, but I convinced myself it was a lamb and didn't look back. However, on the way out my morbid curiosity got the best of me and I had to take a better look, just to be sure. For some reason, I had to know if I was actually looking at a skinned dog. Yes, I was. The paws still had black fur on them. It was so horrid. Of course, the irony is that at that exact moment a cute little white dog ran by with it's tail wagging, smiling up at us.

While we were at the market, we saw a fight. We stayed far back from it, as it was only Mariannette, her nanny, her baby and I (a bunch of defenseless women). From where we were I couldn't really see what was going on. It looked like two young guys were fighting and an older lady was trying to break them up. Suddenly, one of the guys grabbed a stick (a thick wooden mop handle) and went after the other one. The stick-less guy took off running straight towards us in attempt to get away from the stick-wielding chaser. We ran behind the fruit stand we were next too and into the bike parking. We had no interest in being part of that! We left asap.

Now here's the even more bizarre part. Not even three minutes later, as we drove up to the grocery store two blocks away, we saw another fight! This time, a police officer (or maybe a security guard, I'm not sure) had opened a woman's taxi and grabbed her by the arm. She jerked her arm away, jumped out of her, and pushed him. She was yelling and pushing, meanwhile he kept trying to grab her and restrain her. I have no idea what that was all about. The way she was treating him is what makes me think he wasn't a cop. Would someone really shove a police officer? The funny part was that her passenger just sat there talking on his cell phone the whole time, hardly paying attention to what was happening.

Uh, I just heard a huge spill and Petey exclaimed "Whoa!" I'd better go see what the deal is.

ah yes, Chinese checkers all over the floor. We'll never find all those marbles.

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WHOA!

[risingpheenix.livejournal.com]

hee hee, when Petey says, Whoa, the world listens.

Dog...did you cry? I would have sobbed. That's just so awful. I'm sorry, I'm all about supporting cultural differences but that ends when a defenseless dog gets toasted.

[goal145.livejournal.com]

A while back I read on Snopes.com that there are places in China where they raise St. Bernard dogs for food. And I came to the conclusion that I'm fine with that, really. Nobody (other than folks who don't think meat should be eaten at all) really challenges my right to eat beef, despite cows being subjects of worship in India. So why should I object to someone getting nutrition out of something I would rather snuggle than eat?

Wouldn't want to run across one on a butcher block, though. Still, new experiences, right?