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So lately, I've been really frustrated. I have so many things going through my brain that I feel like I can't focus on one thing long enough to blog. I don't blog enough anyway, but lately I've been so fed up with the media and other people's stupid opinions that my brain has a really hard time putting things into words. So here are a few things that are on my mind:

I think Donny Deutsch is a moron. He had Ted Nugent on his show the other day and made an ass out of himself. Ted Nugent said that people like Sharon Osborne should be slapped silly for letting their children get so out of control. In response, Donny Deutsch said something along the lines of, "So you condone violence towards women?" What a tool.

PBS had a show on the other day. I normally enjoy watching their documentaries, but when they started talking about Abu Ghraib, I rolled my eyes and left the room. I made the mistake of leaving the TV on while I started to play spades. Before I knew it, they were playing Britney Spears and Eminem...And I was perplexed. I walked into the living room and heard the narrator say something like, "The soldiers blared pop music in order to torture the prisoners." Does anyone else have the uncontrollable urge to laugh about this? America needs a reality check...Torture is being lit on fire or having your fingers cut off (and I'm sure other things that Americans can't even fathom). Hello???? Does anyone remember who was in power before we invaded Iraq?

Ok, so these are only two examples. But I feel like I need a serious break from the media. Every time I turn on the TV, I forget how irritated I was the last time I watched the news.

Stupid

Does anyone else notice those stupid advertisers that leave "comments" on this site? It drives me crazy!! I tried changing the settings on the comments so that anonymous "people" couldn't leave them, and then the advertisers started signing in so they could leave comments. ARRGH.

Preacher's Son

Twenty seven years ago today, a preacher's son was born.

He was born a future little league softball player, a future drummer, a future husband, a future father, a future soldier, and a future obsessive-compulsive cleaner.

Happy Birthday Billy Ray.

The only one who could ever reach me was a son of a preacher man...

Miracle

Foxy had four beautiful babies tonight. I got to share the experience with my husband and some of my dearest friends. It's amazing how puppies can make you smile.

Ice

I was joking with my mom a while ago that my dad could sell ice to an Eskimo.

So I'm almost done with my business degree (FINALLY). A few years ago, when I was going to school for nursing (one of my many majors), I actually thought about going to PA school. So a few nights ago, my dad (who is also a PA) and I were chatting on Yahoo! Messenger. I can't really remember what started the conversation, but he got me (the Eskimo) thinking about going to PA school (the ice) again. I was surprised to find out that it doesn't really matter what my degree is in...there are a few requirements, but not many (besides the 4,000 patient care hours, which will probably consist of wiping a lot of asses).

So Dad, thank you for being a really good salesman...I'm actually really excited about the idea. I just gotta remind myself to focus on finishing my BS first :-)

Foxy

So...For all of the people that are on my mass email list, you know that I adopted a dog about a month ago (Uncle Tim, both of your email addresses didn't exist...Can you email me?).

Anyway, for those of you that somehow didn't get that email, I'll give you the quick version. Two of my best friends and I went to Poland to go pottery shopping, I found a dog with two of her toes recently cut off, bawled my eyes out on the phone to my husband, and begged him to let me bring her home. We took her in that evening to the emergency vet, and scheduled a surgery to fix her foot. We named her Foxy.

So fast forward four weeks....Her foot is fine. However, my friend noticed about three days ago that Foxy's...umm...what do you call them in dogs anyway? Well, her tits were getting big and filling up. We researched canine pregnancy and I was pretty convinced that it was something some dogs go through called a false pregnancy. So today, I noticed how fat she has gotten. And every time she goes outside, she pees every 10 seconds. I recruited a friend to go see the vet with me and had an ultrasound done. She has three FREAKING puppies inside of her!!! I adopted a pregnant dog!!!! It was so great to see a living...well...thing inside of her...but I felt like I was going to throw up. I have at least three more lives that I'll be responsible for (at least for a short while). This is one of those times where I remember that I'm actually an adult. I'm responsible for what happens to her and those puppies...and it scares the crap out of me.

The doctor asked me if I was interested in terminating the pregnancy. No matter how sick I felt, I couldn't ever make that decision. So look for updates about our new additions. They are due in about three weeks.

Reason

I read something the other day that inspired me, so I thought I would pass it on:

"To love justice, to long for the right, to love mercy, to pity the suffering, to assist the weak, to forget wrongs and remember benefits - to love the truth, to be sincere, to utter honest words, to love liberty, to wage relentless war against slavery in all its forms, to love wife and child and friend, to make a happy home, to love the beautiful; in art, in nature, to cultivate the mind, to be familiar with the mighty thoughts that genius has expressed, the noble deeds of all the world, to cultivate courage and cheerfulness, to make others happy, to fill life with the splendor of generous acts, the warmth of loving words, to discard error, to destroy prejudice, to receive new truths with gladness, to cultivate hope, to see the calm beyond the storm, the dawn beyond the night, to do the best that can be done and then to be resigned - this is the religion of reason, the creed of science. This satisifies the brain and heart."

Robert Ingersoll