Saturday, September 29, 2012
Sep. 29th, 2012 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bearshortyBear was at work today because of this week’s crazy schedule but my parents came to visit since they were visiting my grandparents anyway. And they went to Costco in the morning, so I got some food too, but mainly they bought steaks for us to eat. My Mom was cooking in my kitchen.
And I finally learned how to use the tea maker for brewing tea that Marianna gave me for the bridal shower. It is really easy too. And they dragged me out for a walk for about an hour. We went back to our old street where we used to live when we came to America – it is not that far from where I live now.
So when my Mom came over, I didn’t have bread so I went to the store nearby to get some while she started cooking. And on the way back there were a couple of people in the elevator with me going to my floor. I turn left from the elevator, they turn right. And then they open their door and their two little dogs rush out and start to run, barking, straight at me as I’m walking towards my apartment. (Technically, you are not supposed to have dogs in our building but that is another story). Now, I have a phobia of dogs. It doesn’t matter that the dogs are small and probably friendly. If a dog is not on the leash and especially if there are dogs rushing at me, I will freak out. That’s how I managed to break my leg at the age of nine. I basically high tailed it to my apartment, which was, thankfully, unlocked, so I could just make it in before they reached me. If you are going to have illegal dogs, is it too hard to ask not to let them out running. My heart really doesn’t need to get into panic attack mode.
And I finally learned how to use the tea maker for brewing tea that Marianna gave me for the bridal shower. It is really easy too. And they dragged me out for a walk for about an hour. We went back to our old street where we used to live when we came to America – it is not that far from where I live now.
So when my Mom came over, I didn’t have bread so I went to the store nearby to get some while she started cooking. And on the way back there were a couple of people in the elevator with me going to my floor. I turn left from the elevator, they turn right. And then they open their door and their two little dogs rush out and start to run, barking, straight at me as I’m walking towards my apartment. (Technically, you are not supposed to have dogs in our building but that is another story). Now, I have a phobia of dogs. It doesn’t matter that the dogs are small and probably friendly. If a dog is not on the leash and especially if there are dogs rushing at me, I will freak out. That’s how I managed to break my leg at the age of nine. I basically high tailed it to my apartment, which was, thankfully, unlocked, so I could just make it in before they reached me. If you are going to have illegal dogs, is it too hard to ask not to let them out running. My heart really doesn’t need to get into panic attack mode.