The Misadventures of a Minnesotan

So I have no idea why but some anonymous person was desperately trying to get a hold of me last night. I received 3 phone calls in a roll at 1:30 am with some guy professing his love for me (no idea who). Then said person was kind enough to also call me at 3:30, 5:30, and 7 am. You´d think if it was impt. enough to call me so damn many times, then it is impt. enough to leave a message - or at least a name. I mean it is only common phone courtesy, no?

No folks…I am talking about animal intelligence. I tell you recent experience has taught me to edit my thoughts around animals — they have this uncanny way of sensing exactly how and what you are feeling/thinking.  Case in point last night I was in the kitchen with my host family´s cat. Now this cat is old, quite fat and always seems to have this sour expression on her face as if the world has down her wrong. However I kind of find her bad attitude and singular unattractiveness charming in a strange sort of way (society always makes allowances for the elderly I guess). Well I looked at her and all this was going through my mind and I laughed at her. BIG MISTAKE. As I passed her she hissed at me (a first for her) and swatted me good right in the outer thigh area. Her claws sunk right through my dress pants and into the skin below. Now I´ve been scratched by cats before but I tell you this "little kitty" knew what she´s about — it was no playful swipe, it was a straight out "bitch you betta not disrespect this" jab. And believe me next time I won´t.

Ok so irony is the key word in today’s blog.  Here is the brief rundown -

Monday - I remark to my dear friend Hudson that I was not looking where I was going that morning and walked straight into the sliding glass doors. She warns me to be careful because it is not made of templated (safety) glass and if it were to break it could literally cut me to pieces.

Tuesday - I have drinks with my friend Carlos from my salsa class and I explain to him how horribly clumsy I am but it is not really my fault because I was born on Friday, the 13th. Spurs a conversation about the number 13 - how/why it is unlucky, etc.

Thursday…guess what it is the 13th. -  I wake up (very late due to a long night of consumption) and walk over to the dining room table (about 3 x 6 feet in size and made of glass). Well on top of the table sits a lap-top computer. I walk to said computer and hit the start button and all of a sudden the table EXPLODES! That’s right into thousands of small pieces when there was no crack or anything in the glass and I wasn’t even touching it! Luckily it is made of you guessed it, templated glass - which is why I only have a few cuts on my legs and feet.

Geez — what are the chances of that happening to a person?…Well, I guess if we are talking about me, considerably more than most.

p.s. that evening I also sustained the following injuries in dance class -

- I got bashed in the nose by the elbow of my dance partner

- Next partner during a dance move pushes my hand which flys out and hits the wall where hangs a painting with a sharp edge that cuts and bruises my hand…believe me I couldn’t wait for this night to be over.