I Need A Widget

Amy has a really cool widget on her blog that allows you to say how you are feeling on a particular day.  I think I’ve seen “Amy is Happy” or “Amy is Depressed” etc. and I just think it is cool and would love to have one on this blog.  I think today my imaginary widget would say, “Frustrated is Depressed” or maybe, “Frustrated is Feeling a Bit Low, Don’tcha Know?”

Oh well, no widget to designate the ol’ Frustrated’s feelings officially but maybe one day I’ll figure out how to get that sucker onto the blog!

I think they call this widget envy.  Sheesh.

Doggie Wars?

On her talk show taped Tuesday and airing Wednesday, a serious DeGeneres reiterated to her audience that “the dog needs to go to the family.”

It “just needs to be in a good home,” she continued, according to a transcript given to The Associated Press. “All that you’re supposed to do is put a dog in a loving home.”

Bombings in Iraq, 87 dollar a barrel oil, stolen books in Frankfurt and all the press can talk about is Ellen DeGeneres’ dog issues.  Seems like the adoption agency took her dog back since she gave it to another family because of an incompatibility issue the dog, Iggy, had with her cats.   Puh-leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssssssssse!  An excerpt from a Yahoo article.

DeGeneres had said her hairdresser’s daughters, ages 11 and 12, had bonded with Iggy and were heartbroken when the dog was taken away.

Fink said Moms and Mutts has a rule that families with children under 14 are not allowed to adopt small dogs.

“It’s for the protection of the dog,” he said.

Hey, just give the kids their dog and quit being a jerk about it.  Seems like someone is looking for publicity and this is a quick way to get it by yanking the dog out of its home.  I generally don’t care about pet issues and I sure am not a PETA lover because I actually understand why I have canine teeth in my mouth, but it really irks me that the press can get in an uproar over a dog when we have people dying everywhere.

Perspective people, perspective.  Sheesh.

Hurt

Sometimes we unintentionally do it

Sometimes we are fully aware

The hurt we deliver through conduits

Of speech or actions unfair.

I wonder if it is because we hurt

That we choose to be at times so mean

Through cynical statements so curt

That are laced with reactions extreme.

Maybe that is why I have buried myself

Beneath a cover of cynical thought

Having placed past hurts on a shelf

Where they can easily found when sought.

I don’t think anyone enjoys the hurting

Physically, verbally, or emotionally bent

Or feeling like our hearts are squirting

Out a venom of meanness of which we vent.

There are times I just want to yell

“I DIDN’T MEAN TO CAUSE YOU PAIN!”

And there are times I want to weep as well

Hoping you won’t hurt me again.

So we dance as boxers, trading blows

Phrases, words, or simply a look

While the cynicism inside continually grows

As we feel our trust has just been shook.

I don’t have answers, just questions I fear

Of why we hurt each other so quickly.

I do know such hurting will never endear

Me to a heart that is quite prickly.

Happy Birthday Pops

Today my dad turns 75.  I haven’t always gotten along with him but I’ve always respected him.  There were/are times I didn’t understand him and times we fought but he has always been fair and more than that, he has always let his sons know that he loves them and cares for them.

I am not sure what all genes I got from the man but I would like to think that if there is a generous gene that I was able to inherit it from him.  I’ve watched how he selflessly gives of himself to ease the plight of others.  He offers advice only when he is asked for it but even then he measures his words and thoughts carefully before speaking.  It is a trait of which I am envious.

I also believe that he is that rare person who can forgive people 95% of the time and the other 5% he works on as hard as he can.  I envy that trait too.

What I appreciate the most about my dad is no matter how badly you’ve failed or disappointed him, he doesn’t show it.  He embraces you, picks you up, encourages you, and doesn’t speak of your failures unless you choose to speak of them first.

I guess what I really admire about my father is that he has really been a dad.  Happy birthday Pops and may you enjoy many more.