Lewis

I have this dog names Lewis. Lewis is a Boxer, and he was born on December 20, 2008. Lewis has been an adventure so far, and I am sure it is far from over. :) As of now, he is 2 years old, and he weighs about 65 pounds. He thinks he weighs about 10. I love Lewis, and he is a sweet, lovable dog...however, he is somewhat spastic. Ok...more than somewhat. Lewis is not good with guests. He just gets so incredibly excited that he cannot contain himself, and he must get as close to the face of the new person who has entered his world. Tonight, our friends Craig and Anna came over to play games. I told them the disclaimer...when I let Lewis our of his crate, pretend like he is not here. Do not acknowledge his presence for at least 10 minutes. They did exactly what I said, but Lewis just could not stay away. He immediately attempted to lick the faces of both Craig and Anna. At one point, he leapt on top of Anna and sniffed her hair. No matter how many times I spank him, how loud I yell at him and say NO, he just keeps on. I don't now what to do about him. I don't know if this is just still his "puppy" phase, and he will just grow out of it or if he is out of control and we need to consult the Dog Whisperer. Our guests have gone, and now Lewis is just chewing on his new bone and minding his own business...so he isn't crazy all the time. AHH. I just don't see how he can go from hyper-active maniac dog to this is a matter of 15 min...

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Storm

Hello Again. I am fully aware that no one is reading this, but for some reason, I feel like I am doing something by writing it anyway. Right now, it is storming outside. The sirens are blaring, and I am sitting in my favorite chair, Macbook in lap, and hot tea in hand. I feel like I have the perfect scenario to write a poem or a short story, but sadly, my mind seems to be blank in that particular category. So, instead, I will write about poetry. I tend to see most poetry as songs not yet placed to music. I love to read the lines and imagine what the writer may have been seeing or thinking about or feeling when he/she wrote the poem.

Well, I just got back to my computer, my tea is cold, and I don't feel like writing poetry anymore. Evidently, the sirens blaring was more than just a thunderstorm warning; it was a tornado warning. In pouring rain and severe wind, I had to run out to the van of my friends to go to a safe room at another friend's house. Nothing happened, and now I am home. But, in my fluster of excitement, somehow I lost my need to be poetic. Sad day. I think my story or poem right now would start something like, "It was a dark and stormy night..."

Quote of the Day:A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. ~John Muir

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Disappointment

So, I am an avid Glee fan. Because of this, I never miss an episode. Last night, as always, my husband and I settled down on the couch to watch our DVR recorded Glee. As I watched this week's episode, I have to say that I grew more and more saddened with the content. First off, I want to make sure and say that I am not close-minded, and I am not judgmental...however, the overall theme of last night's episode was surprising.

I work with kids all day long...teenage kids. I love to see them think that see their minds process new information, but one thing I don't like to see in them is struggle and grief. As I sat in my home watching one hour of one of my favorite shows, I realized that everyday my kids are being exposed to things that will cause them grief and struggle in their future...if not sooner.

The devil is sly. He is cunning, and he is conniving. He will do anything...ANYTHING to capture the minds and hearts of everyone, and it is easiest for him to prey on the young. Slowly, but surely, we are allowing evil and ungodly things into our minds...the minds of our teens...through the media. As I watched that episode last night, I realized just how sneaky the devil really is.

It reminds me of the frog and boiling water analogy...

If you were to place a frog in a pot of boiling water, the frog would immediately jump out. But, if you put a frog in a pot of room temperature water and slowly turned up the heat, the frog would boil to death before it realized that the water was boiling.

This analogy reminds me of our world. We don't see our own faults...until it is too late--until the water is boiling. We allow these indecent, immoral acts to be ingested into our bodies everyday through TV shows, music, Comedy, etc... We allow these things, and we don't realize that they are infecting us and everyone around us. Little by little the devil is sneaking in until...all of a sudden...our water will be boiling, and there won't be anything we can do about it.

It is really easy to say things like, "This won't affect me," "It is bad...but it is just so funny..." I just feel like we are kidding ourselves. I want to change. I want to not support shows, music...whatever...like these. Because, the more I support them, we support them, the more gruesome they will become. What will we do?

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