"The Bulldog"

I have my moments. I am human, just like everyone else. But there are these days, that I have to look at people like a Bulldog. Yeah I said it, I twisted my head like a bulldog. If you have no idea what I am talking about, I will fill you in, I am a Boxer Bulldog enthusist, and a bully breed enthusist, and they pups twist their heads when you do stuff like drop their food. They twist their head in silent intelligent superiority, and look at you as if WTF...The human equivalent of "The Bulldog" as I like to call it, is head scratching. Now on to my blog.

I deal with lots of stuff on the daily. Lots of really cool really interesting stuff in both my personal and professional life that leaves me a huge sense of fullfillmet and the feeling that I was able to help another person today. This is only my first blog, so once I do a few more I will divulge exactly what I do. Back to the stuff I deal with. There are these days and moments when I deal with a certain person or situation, I am alomost positive I will have to drive straight to my chiropractor, and get some relief of whiplash due to my constant "bulldogging" or the wrinking of the forehead and twisting of the neck from side to side, because the person in front of you seems to be speaking minimal english and lacks having the general idea good sense. You think, note to self, offer this poor guy coffee later, so he can drive his point home in a make-sense fashion.

Now I know I got you reading, so I guess I will give you an example, better be ready to crack up.

My husband, children (8 & 5) and I were walking into a Hastings right near campus. The college aged girl with all her alumni garb on was standing in front of us chatting on her phone. We were going to side step her so she could finish her phone conversation, we even shushed our boys out of respect because she was on the phone. But I suppose that she didn't want to be the last person through the door, so she snapped her phone shut, stepped out in front of us. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, and grabbed the door handle with purpose. We all hung back so she coud make her grand entrace, but there was one small hitch. Apparently the 3 inch black lettering that said "Push" had totally evaded her! She jerked back on the door handle so hard she almost stepped on my youngest son. I just figured it was an honest mistake, and started around her, to open the door for her, so she could recover from a normally embarrasing mistake. But I guess I wasn't going to put baby in a corner. She hurrided around me, bumping my should with hers, and grabbed the door handle again. I hung back, to let her have her "who's in first" glory, as people stacked up behind us. She jerked on the handle again, and to no avail, it didn not budge. I mean at this point I am trying not to laugh. I start to motion to the Bold push sign on the door, but she turned to me, "I got this" she said, so I held my hand up and stepped back, and started looking for the prank camera as my husband snickered and my children shifted feet. Guess what... there was no camera, so I start wrinkling my forehead and twisting my head side to side "the bulldog" as this chick is now rattling the french doors entering the Hastings. Now the cashiers are looking at her from the inside of the store like she is crazy. This time she sighed, and really gave it a good rattling, when she got just short of planting her feet on either side of the door to pull, my husband snickers, and she released one of the door handle and sighed and put her hand up as if Hastings had locked their doors in broad daylight. My husband side steped her and grabbed the door handle, and my oldest son looked over at her and said, "It says to push", as my husband held the door open for us and the gathering crowd behind this colligate with the "me first" attitude. We walked into Hastings laughing, with a drove of people behind us.

That my friend is a "bulldog" story

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9K4Fm0JPKQw