Holy funny crap!!!!

I almost forgot the funniest thing that happened the other day! First, there has to be some background.

Back in January, I got myself a mini-Yorkie for my birthday.This puppy's mother is a lovely, full-sized Yorkie, and the father is a tea-cup Yorkie. Please, don't ask me how that worked out. I don't want that image in my head. Whatever caused it, the result was a litter of adorable, yappy, little fuzzballs that are reminiscent of Ewoks. I had to have one. Seriously, I'm a Star Wars geek. Enough said.

I bring home this tiny, little speck of a dog, and I have already decided what to name her, which requires yet another explanation. My mother was driving from my sister's home in a small town in Oklahoma to a town outside Dallas. On the highway, there are a lot of tiny towns that cause a driver to constantly have to slow down and speed back up, which can be quite annoying. In a fit of pique, my mother cursed the "ditzels." That became our family's name for those types of towns from that day forward. We loved it.

Anyway, back to the funny story. As you might suspect, I named my tiny little dog Ditzel. Yep. Ditzel. Ditzi for short. I could go on for days with the funny things that have occurred since she moved in, and I will probably make a point to add posts of her antics, now that I'm trying to write again. However, this story is more than enough for one night.

Every day when I get home from work, the kids want to get Ditzel out of her play pen. Since she is so tiny, and our boys are still learning how to play with her and how to be gentle, they have to have permission and somebody to keep an eye on things while they do. The teenager is not so good at that.

When I got home the other day, I was met at the door with the usual question, and I told the boys that they could let Ditzel out to play. Of course, I'm heading to the bathroom to go potty, so the dog follows, jumping like she has springs on her feet to say hi. She kept jumping, and just as I was about to sit down on the toilet, she jumped and landed in the toilet bowl.

Yes. You read that right. She landed in the toilet bowl. Being a tiny dog, she fit perfectly. Thankfully, I had not sat down to go yet, and nobody had left an unflushed bowl. I still had the teenager wash the dog, but seriously, it was a good thing that I was near the toilet because once she was out of the way, I was laughing so hard that I would have had an accident if I hadn't been near one.

I just had to share something incredibly hilarious. I hope you were able to picture that and get a least a good chuckle from it. It sure makes me laugh every time I think of it!

My last post was a long time ago. I think most of my previous posts deal with work-related things, tattoos and family oddities. Why should this one be any different? Insomnia breeds strange musings.

To continue the tattoo tale that I had begun, my artist and i designed a quite lovely lotus and vine chest piece that goes from collar bone, down to middle chest (above cleavage), to the other collar bone, as you can see if you visit my Twitter page (@ginthetaarakian). It's very prominent on my chest. I am quite happy with it, and there is a lot of humor to be had when people stop to explain that they are not looking at my boobs but rather my tattoo. I also have a new piercing to go along with it. I already had the double-tongue piercing, belly button and Monroe when I last posted. Now, I also have a dermal on my left cheekbone, just below and out from the corner of my left eye. I do quite adore it.

Recently, I have added yet another tattoo, as well. I got the Triple Goddess symbol on my back between my shoulder blades. It was so beautifully done by the same artist who did my chest and arm pieces. Oh, yeah. I got some Irish Gaelic writing on my arms, too. All tattoos are on my Twitter page.

I am quite fortunate to work in a call center that does not give a hoot whether I have visible tattoos and piercings because they are much more interested in the quality of my work. So much so that they have promoted me to a supervisor job. I love the challenge of it, and since I enjoy chaos, I am really in my element there. Plus, there is a huge mix of personality types in this place, so that in itself makes work a lot of fun.

My hubby and kids are all doing incredibly well, which makes me happy, but I feel a huge load of guilt for how much my job is now taking me away from them, of course. Oh, well. Price of success, and all. I stress and guilt myself out more than anyone else ever could.

The sad part of the time that has passed is that my Grandma passed away very recently. I reflect a lot on how lucky I am to have had her. She was the one who taught me how to play poker and Dirty Word Scrabble. She also was the one who never made me feel as if I had to be anyone other than exactly who and what I am. No matter whether or not I'm a twerp, or weird or make bad decisions, this woman's love is assured. If this was the only lesson that I learned from her, then I would consider myself blessed, but there were too many things to name.

Right now, I am searching for the right design with her favorite flowers for a tattoo in her honor. Oh, well. Now, I'll either get back to it or go to bed. We'll see on which route the newest happy makers send me tonight.