Murphy the Puppy

I apologize for eight years of disgust making its way into my last entry. I prefer not to focus on negative subjects. So, I will now attempt to make up for it with a subject matter which may just be the complete antithesis of GWB.


Meet Murphy, Trent's new 6 week old half Boxer, half Aussie puppy. She is about the sweetest thing you have ever seen. This was her first photo shoot. I had just given 'little squirt' her first bath and she even got a pretty pink bow, to which Trent responded, "she may be a girl, but I'm a guy." He promised to leave it on her long enough to meet his sister. I love to torture Trent.Murphy is a quality Whatcom County girl, so she gets some instant respect as far as I'm concerned. She came from a farm in Lynden that breeds Australian shepherds. Apparently there is also a Boxer that lives there, and there was an incident. She is what the Japanese might call a 'happy accident'. She is perfect and has a very sweet demeanor. She makes me smile because many of her mannerisms remind me of sweet Makiah the mini-Aussie (the other love-dog of my life). Dogs are just about the best things in the world. The other night, I was holding Murphy while she peacefully slept, the way only puppies can do. As I handed her limp, completely trusting and love-saturated little body over to Trent, I said, "to anyone who is struggling to understand the meaning of life, here it is. Look at how this innocent creature, who has only been on this earth for 6 weeks responds to love and gentleness. She is completely at peace. Love is the center and purpose of our existence."

So Long Georgie

I cannot believe that the time is finally here. Bush has only minutes left in his reign of stupidity. Oooooh, and he loves power. Poor little fellow. A moment of silence for every stupid, evil and self-motivated thing he did. But, then there aren't enough moments in one day. Just to clarify, I detested the weasel from day one. I have come to loath him within the last eight years as he proved all of my negative perceptions about him correct. Good riddance. Go crawl back to your ranch, you were there most of your "presidency" anyways. And, P.S......you are a horrible example of a Christian. May the fiery gates swing wide open. Maybe he'll be wearing this.....

He even looks like a chimp, only they are smarter.

Instead, it is time to celebrate a new day in America. But for perspective on today, you must unfortunately remember the past. Today is for every slave ripped from their tribe, brought here in shackles (if you were lucky enough to survive the journey), their culture, clothes and family stripped from them, made to work fields you cared nothing for, your humanity taken, all while being beaten and raped. Remember, if you were black (insert other word here), you were only 3/5th a person, but that was just a technicality...you were really nothing. That math was for somebody else. It was only 50 years ago that segregation still existed, the N-word flowed freely and blacks were still treated like livestock. Today is a day, in all of its ugly days, that the USA can be proud. Obama has the right heart and mind at the appropriate time. But, it is a wonderful day in America when he is judged for his intelligence and for the quality of man he is internally. Thank God the day has come that credentials have little if anything to do with the color of your silly skin. Humans are manipulative creatures. So, celebrate the end of evil and the beginning of something different. Don't let the White House door hit you in the ass on the way out, Georgie. Get ready for a black man to show you how its done.

Difficult To Tell If T.J. Maxx Hit Hard By Recession

Maybe its the nigh decade I spent in retail-hell at PetsMart (now PetSmart, who are they kidding?) that made me laugh so hard at this article. Or maybe it is a bi-product of growing up 15 minutes from the Canadian border (you have to be local to know what I mean when I say that). But, if you need a good chuckle, I thought this article in the Onion was worth sharing.

The Friday Song

The Beast Named Thesis

Huddled in the dark corner of my life is the creature I call the Thesis Beast. He is a powerful, expensive and controlling troll that holds greedily within his grasp my self dignity, future, pride, intelligence, freedom and reputation. He has been clasping these things for far too long, giving me little for response when questioned about him. Although I appease him on a daily basis, he is relentless and never seems to end. I always thought I would be a person who would quickly whip the beast. I have all the skills and determination, so why should I not prevail? But no matter how much he coos insults and self-doubt at me from the dark, I try not to listen. Although I have been "almost done" with my thesis for quite some time, the moment rapidly approaches where I will boldly march into the corner, throw all the lights on, bend down, look him in the eye and shove at him the far-too-long, plain, blue-bound thesis. "Here, eat this, you damn monkey!!!!", I will exclaim in his face. In return, he will regretfully hand back to me all the amazing things in my life he has been controlling and slink back to where he came from. I owe it all to the fact that I never believed the things he whispered to me from the dark during the last two years. I just said, "yeah, yeah" and kept my head down.