Chapter 9: "Please" & "Thank YOU:" Not Optional

I have this mentality about please and thank you's that I owe entirely to my Mother. Ever since forever I've had to say please to get something (Didn't work if I asked for cash for some reason :]) and thank you when I received something. Not just in public. Not just at home. Not just when Mom is standing behind you to make sure you say it. Always.

Rodney is great about saying please and thank you; this post isn't about him not saying it. :]

It's about people in general. Well, more specifically, the tourists that I see and talk to everyday at work. Some people are just RUDE! I understand that they pay a lot to fly here, for their hotel, for their food and entertainment, and for their tacky convertible Mustang rental but...If my 2 year old brother has the capability of using his manners, so does a 50-odd year old woman. You know that trick that parents use with their younger kids where they hold whatever it is the child wants until they say please? Then say "What do you say?" afterwards to get them to say thank you? I can't tell you how many times I've had to restrain myself from doing that to tourists. Makes. Me. CRAZY. Of course I can't actually say or do anything to that effect if I want to keep my job, but ohhh so many tempting times. Just common courtesy and common sense to me.

Thanks Mom. :]

Chapter 8: I HATE Ants!!

Hate them! No matter how much I do to prevent and exterminate them, they're still there! They geckos in our house are slacking big time in their job to eat all of them!

These ants aren't like the normal little black ants from back home. They're smaller, faster, and trave

l in armies to make my life miserable. Apparently they're called "Ghost Ants." This is what they look like.

They are literally everywhere. Walls, tables, counters, chairs, bed, bathroom, sinks, carpet, food-oh, and my favorite, the SHOWER HEAD!! Are you kidding me?! You're not already invading enough of my home that you feel the need to take a ride on the stream of water from the shower into my HAIR?! Augh!! You know, if this was pre-pregnancy and I had ants in my hair, I'd just be annoyed and wash my hair again. At this point, however, I totally gagged and continued to do so as I scrubbed the stupid ants out of my hair. Pregnancy makes me weird.

The other thing these little jerks do is bite me. When they're all blended in with the carpet, it's hard to see them when they're charging my feet and then bite between my toes. They bite my hands when I'm at the desk on the computer. They bite my neck when I lay on the couch. Ant traps don't work. Ant spray works for about a day.

I found an interesting fact about this little terrorists though! Their butts change color according to the color of food that they eat! So...interesting but not quite enough to make me not want to kill them. (Oh look, three are crawling on the computer screen right now! Gah!)

That's it. I'm burning my house down...Better let my neighbors know, since it's an apartment complex. :]