...in 2 weeks time it will be 13 years since I joined PRA, the company I work for.

2 weeks ago, Thurs [see Blog entry below] my Mom tried to burn the porch off the house & we ended up becoming fire fighters for 1/2 hour. I didn't sleep well that night at all!

Last week I walked off the step in the hallway here at work funny and injured my knee...you know how it is, once you hurt something then you keep on "hurting it" - every time I stepped off that step made it worse throughout the day.

I was gimpy for days afterwards and am just now starting to feel a lot better.

I went to a concert at a local club on Saturday night - 4 heavy metal head banging bands. But I had to sit the whole time, I normally prefer to stand, because of my knee. The bands were good, however, even though I don't listen to that kind of music anymore.

Then yesterday afternoon I got home from work, and my neighbors little yippy dog was barking at me. Thankfully, my dog Rocky was nowhere to be found.

Long story short - I went to the Post Office to return something I didn't order - and when I got back there was that little dog, in my driveway running at my Baja and I had to make sure that I didn't hit the little thing.

Sure enough, by the time I had the engine cut off there was Rocky...with his hair all standing up on his back...

...and he went after the little thing and attacked it. I was horrified, to say the least - and had to run [not too well, because of my knee] after him, screaming and kick him to get him to let go -

• then I chased him back to the house and shut him in...then I went out back to the shed and screamed at my Father who was sitting in there drinking [as per usual]...

...I also, by this time, had already called my neighbor and explained what happened.

He called me back about an hour or so later, at my request, and told me he had taken the little dog to the vet and it's back leg was not functioning well and there was some blood - that the vet would need to keep him for 2 days and possibly do surgery.

I offered to help pay for it, but I don't know if he will let me or not - even though I can't afford it, I feel terrible about the whole thing.

Rocky was acting on instinct...he doesn't see size - he sees another dog barking at one of his pack - meaning me - and therefore needs to defend both me and the property - his territory.

We kept him in the house for a few hours afterwards, but my Dad took him out again later.

Anyway - approx 3 weeks ago, when I mentioned the 13 yr anniversary coming up, someone said to me, "13 - that's very unlucky."

I don't believe in that kind of stuff...but, a lot of unlucky things have been happening lately.

There is one nice thing, however, and that is that I am corresponding with a new guy from Match.com and we'll see how this goes.