Dog vs Mailman. A Ginger's Thoughts.

I've been home a lot these past few weeks.

A lot.

I usually pass my days with a mixture of sleeping, reading, ukulele-ing, cleaning, and adventureing; but there is one thing that I witness every day.

 Except Sundays and national holidays.

Every day at approximately 12:02 pm, the mailman comes to my house, puts the mail in my mailbox, and then walks away.

That's all he does.

Ever.

He's not a menacing man, he's actually quite nice, he never does anything offensive or frightening- he's just your typical man.

But for some unknown reason,

My dog hates him with a deep, fiery, passion.

I swear, she can smell him coming from a block away and when she does she gets all tense, her face goes all squinty and she starts growling.

Then

As soon as he's in sight, she starts barking like she's in a fight to the death with Katniss Everdeen. Or maybe a wolf or something. 

.....

There's just a lot of barking....

And then it's like the freaking Doppler effect! Except the closer he gets, the louder and higher pitched her barking is.

It's a little ridiculous

But it lead me to ponder....

Why exactly do dogs hate the mailman so much?

After much deliberation, here's the reasons I came up with:

1. Over decades of performing the simple, mundane, boring task of placing letters in mailboxes, Mailmen have learned to whistle a really annoying song so high that only dogs can hear it.
2. Mailmen carry a talisman of evil in their little bags. They receive this talisman in a deal they make with the devil to help them to bear the unpleasantries of being a mailman.
3. Their cologne is made out of cat pheremones.
4. Mailmen are secretly cats in robotic suits.
5. Mailmen are secretly evil aliens in robotic suits. Or just ones that look like humans.
6. Pavlov also conditioned his dogs to hate mailmen. This hatred was passed along via the "Twilight Bark" as in the movie '100 And 1 Dalmatians' and over the years spread globally.
7. Dogs really hate the fact that they never get any mail.
8. The first mailman in the world pretended to throw a ball for each dog he encountered, but did that thing where you don't really throw it and then laugh at the dog for being stupid. Dogs have had a deep hatred for mailmen ever since.
9. When no one is home, mailmen sneak into houses and steal all the dog treats. Then he makes the dog watch as he throws them away while laughing maliciously.
10. Mailmen are part of a secret order that is trying to take over the world. Dogs know this, and have sworn to do their utmost to stop them. 

I know that the REAL reason is probably just that dogs hate when people cross into their territory  or something.... but I think these reasons are much more exciting. 

What about you guys? Do you have any better ideas?

Also, what do think the deal is with Kangaroos?

Why do they want to box with us all the time and more importantly

Who taught them to box???

My name is Brittany Daniels

And I approve this message.

Ice Cream For You

Now, we all know how much I like to pretend I'm an amazing songwriter. And you may be sick of my mediocre rhymes,

but I have a new one that I wrote just today

with my Ukulele.

It's called 

{Ice Cream For You}

And hurr it is:

You've got some stubble on your chin

And a quite mischievous grin

If you knocked on my door I'd let you in

And share my ice cream with you.

Chocolate, Mint, or Bubble Gum

I'd be sure to give you some

Though with ice cream you're never glum

It's always better with two.

I want to share my ice cream

Share my ice cream with you.

'Cause boy you make my heart sing

Like nobody else can do.

You sprinkle love onto my heart

Like a banana split.

If my love were a flavor

I'd be sure to give you it.

If I could have your love alone

Inside of a true love cone

I'd be happier than I'd ever known

And I'd give the same to you.

Then we could sit side by side

With our fingers intertwined

And our smiles stretched out wide

And share a kiss or two.

I want to share my Ice Cream

Share my ice cream with you.

'Cause boy you make my heart sing

Like nobody else can do

You sprinkle love onto my heart

Like a banana split.

If my love were a flavor,

I'd be sure to give you it.

Then by your side I will stay

And eat ice cream every day

Our love will never melt away

Oh my dear its true

It's only you that I adore

No one could ever love you more

We'd have happiness galore

If you'd say you love me too.

I want to share my Ice Cream

Share my ice cream with you.

'Cause boy you make my heart sing

Like nobody else can do

You sprinkle love onto my heart

Like a banana split.

If my love were a flavor,

I'd be sure to give you it.

That's basically it. 

There's some oooh's and la's in there too, but it would have taken me forever to type them all in.

Plus it would have looked kind of weird.

But yes.

That is my song.

And I wrote it all by myself.

Be Jealous...

... or you know, don't be....

whatevs.

The End.

Dearest Stranger,

So. I'm not even going to try an deny my pinterest addiction. 

Since the moment my dear friend Lara Jean said to me,

"Bah-rit-tah-neeee! Do you have pinterest? Because you should have pinterest. That's all I'm trying to say."

I have been totally, utterly, completely hooked.

I pin tons of things. Thousands of things.

Literally. I just checked.

I have pinned 2712 pins over the last 7 months. 

That's at least 9 pins per day.

If Pinning was smoking, I'd so have lung cancer by now.

While my pinterest addiction is a very serious thing that I could spend five whole posts talking about, it's not what this particular post is about because THIS particular post is about one particular thing that I found today while I was pinning at least 9 pins on pinterest.

And that 

{One Particular Thing}

is

This:

If you were thinking that this is just a picture of a random letter addressed to a stranger, then you would be right.

Because that is exactly what this is.

I saw this picture, and I was very intrigued.

So I clicked on it.

And was led

HERE

lettersfromstrangers.com

It was the project of an English Major from Hallowell, Maine named Katie. She would have people send her a letter, addressed to a stranger, and  a self-addressed envelope. She would mail their letter to a random stranger, and then send a letter from a random stranger to them in return. 

I thought it sounded magical

Like something that the Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants, or possibly Stargirl might do. 

The only problem is, Katie stopped letters-from-strangers at the end of last year. Maybe she graduated or had to repaint her living room or something. I don't know.

All I do know, is that this whole thing sounds like a pretty magical idea to me, and if enough of you are interested...

I'd kind of like to give it a try.

I think it could become something really, really cool.

What do you guys think?

Seriously. Let me know.

The End.


Oooh! Before I forget, here is a shout-out for the lovely Diana Hiatt who won the challenge from my last post that you all should definitely read if you already haven't.
Dear Diana, I hope that you carpe some serious diem despite all the hardships you are constantly having to face.
You. Are a rock star.
Even if your body spray doesn't exactly match your lotion.


Love, Brittany

First World Problems

I am very lucky.

 I lead a pretty amazing life.

No joke! 

I have the best family in the whole entire world,

I have the best friends a girl could ask for

I don't have a hunchback

I get to sleep with a roof over my head

I get to go to college

I'm a ginger.

Really, I've got it going on.

Like Stacey's mom.

But despite all these wonderful things I have,

I always find myself getting depressed over stupid things.

Really stupid things.

When I would whine about them up in Logan, 

my BRF (Best Roomie Forever)

would just look at me and say,

"First world problems babe."

And then I would remember all the starving children in the Africa and the Iraq and all the other places like such as, and I would feel like a horrible person. 

Here's some of my First world Problems:

• Sometimes WalMart is out of Salt and Vinegar potato chips.
• I can't remember how to solve the last side of a rubix cube.
• I have too much food to fit in my fridge.
• I have too many clothes to fit in my closet.
• The internet is slow so it takes 3 whole minutes to load a funny youtube video.
• I thought that hottie-babe that plays Hawkeye in The Avengers was going to be my new boyfriend, but then I found out that he's really 41. 
• I'm barely too tall to qualify for a handicap parking permit
• It's too hot to sleep with all of my blankets on, but I get too cold if I take them off.
• We're out of the good peanut butter, and all that's in the cupboard is that nasty organic crap.
• I accidentally pinned something to the wrong board on pinterest.
• The shoes I want to wear are in my room, but I have to walk all the way downstairs to get them.
• My new phone is way different than my old phone and it's taking me forever to get the hang of it.
• I have too many Johnny Depp posters on my wall, and now there's no room for anything else.

My life is so hard right?

Gosh. I don't even know how I get out of bed in the mornings.

Like the other morning my mom made a delicious breakfast, but she made get out of bed at 7:30 to eat it.

I was so tired.

And so full.

AKML.

P.S. What first world problems do YOU have to deal with?

Whoever can tell me the best one will get a shout-out in my next post!

The End.

HAGS

Remember the last day of school back in Jr. High?

We didn't have classes, everyone just spend the whole day wandering around the school

reminiscing about all the moments

good and bad

that were now behind them.

And the yearbooks,

Oh the yearbooks.

Everyone was running around like a chicken with their head cut off, trying to get as many signatures as possible even if you didn't know half the people you talked to.

Then, as that bell rang for the final time, everyone stampeded out of the building with beatific smiles on their faces because it was finally

Summer

That magical time of sleeping in until noon, of spending the whole day barefoot, of taking long naps in hammocks, and having silly adventures with your friends.

Ah, those were the days.

College is lots different.

My last day of school ended around six hours ago. I studied until around three in the morning, slept until eight, and then studied for another three hours until I had my first final.

I had a mere fifteen minutes to catch my breath and let my brain start functioning normally again before my next final started. When I was finally finished, I headed back to my apartment where I immediately began the strenuous act of packing all of my belongings, and getting everything cleaned up.

Summer is here

And yes, that means no school,

but it also means I have to prepare myself for a lot of goodbyes.

All the people that I've spent every waking moment with over the last year will soon be the people that I rarely see.

Some I'll see over the summer, and again next year

but others I won't see again for years- if ever.

It's sad stuff.

And summer, when you're an adult, means work.

And for me it means 10 hours a day

in the hot sun

watching other people have fun.

Woot.

Sorry I'm in such a bad mood y'all.

Goodbyes just make me cranky.

I do want to say, to everyone that made this year worthwhile:

Thank you.

To all my roommates and friends, I love you more than words can express.

Thank you for such an amazing eight months.


*cue music*


 IIIII'VE HAD THE TIME OF MY LI-I-IFE
NO I'VE NEVER FELT THIS WAY BEFORE
AND I SWEAR
IT'S THE TRU-U-UTH
AND I OWE IT ALL TO YOU-OO-OO!!!!!