What an interesting 24hrs…….

The last 24hrs have consisted of me educating a celebrity comedian on the word ‘midget’, getting a root canal, being stuck in a heath fire and booking my first stall selling my home made dog treats.

Comedian – It started last night when I was procrastinating on my daily tasks and came across someones insta story with a ‘midget’ joke in it. For those that haven’t followed my previous postings, I am 4ft 2in and have a form of dwarfism called Achondroplasisa. The word ‘midget’ is offensive to us little folk. The correct terminology is person with dwarfism or little person. I messaged said person and explained the above, he was very polite and actually apologised at the joke and explained he was trying do a ‘Ricky Gervais’ joke, you know the offensive ones people are meant to find funny, because he’s funny. I did reply that Ricky was slightly overrated and explained despite the slightly offensive joke his tickets are a lot cheaper than Ricky’s. I have no doubt that it will end up being turned into more of a joke, but at least that is one more person that is educated on the offensive word ‘midget’

Dentist drama: I had to go into the dentist for a routine filling, after having not gone to the dentist for a good ten years as the last person I saw bodged my teeth up so badly. So obviously I needed a bit of work doing and this was appointment four of four to get everything finished in time for Thailand for work – that’s another blog post in itself. My appointment was first after they had opened back up for lunch and as he walked in the waiting room, I did that presumptuous thing of getting up, only he wasn’t seeing me first but someone else before me….. you know the bit where you want the ground to swallow you up? – Yeap that was deffo me earlier, a good 20min went by and I was up, my dentist is lovely, good bedside manner, not bad to look at, caring etc etc. Anyway the routine filling I had done last week needed to be redone into a root canal….. I swear to god it felt like he extracted my tooth out by the root and chucked it back up there…. now the anaesthetic has worn off, the bit by my nose is killing, adding to my theory he took my tooth out and rammed it back up there. (I had my eyes closed 80% of the time, hate dentists, hate noisy drills, hate teeth, hate life you get the drift) oh and now I need another appointment at the dentist.

Dog Treats: I love dogs, its not secret that my desire is to one day own a home big enough to own a little rescue centre for them. I have a husky and a Manchester terrier who I believe at times are setting out to either give me a nervous breakdown or send me to an early death…. no I’m not dramatic either. I went to a local fare in May and bought some dog treats for all the dogs, it was 3 bags for £5 and each bag contained 4 medium sized homemade dog biscuits. My husky took one look and basically told me where to shove it, the terrier decided that she would make do with them as I wasn’t offering an alternative. I decided then I was going to launch my dog biscuit company. This was an idea I’ve had since May, we are nearing the end of June and I have done fu89k all with the idea apart from think of flavours and buy a set of cookie cutters. – great work

My sister sells a lot of crafts, she also hoards a lot of crap too and she is having a clear out and selling some crafts at a stall in two weeks time, me in my infinite wisdom have decided to join her and sell my biscuits. The flavours I am doing are plain, sausage, tuna, cheese & potato and chicken flavoured biscuits. I will also be making sausage balls which are such a pain in the asse to make, but my mums dog goes crazy for them so I have to make them in the hopes someone else’s dogs would love them too. Fingers crossed I sell enough to a) make a profit b) actually get my idea off the underground c) get to meet lots of dogs of the four feet kind.

So to end my exciting edge of your seat day I drive home and bam I’m stuck in 7miles of traffic in 25c heat with no air conditioning or any air as my car is a heap of sh1t and wondering whether or not my dogs would manage for a few more hours alone because they’ve been on their own for four hours now and that makes me a bad dog parent. The RSPCA will be waiting to take them away from me when I eventually get home, we’d have to move because the shame would be to much. Anyway after being stuck for over an hour crawling, stopping, moving, stopping, stopping, crawling, stopped and moving again. I finally made it home two hours after I set off on a 45min journey. You’ll be pleased to know that the dogs were fine and asleep, the RSPCA wasn’t waiting for me when I got home, meaning I don’t have to move house for fear of being shamed out the area. The husky also ate both treats out my handbag when I raced to the bathroom for a wee, the terrier has repaid the favour by stealing the husky’s bone and is happily decimating it right next to me on my lovely previously clean sofa!

Here’s hoping the next 24hrs are just as adventurous….. Xx



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