It was a day

You ever ask someone how their day was and they reply with "It was a day.", usually said with a heavy sigh. Well,of course it was "a day", everyone had one. Although the sigh was an excellent form of body language, why leave out the adjective to finish the story? It was a bad day, a shitty day, a fucked up beyond reason day. How hard is that?

Although I am not an English major, I often scowl at the use of our language. Have we become so rushed that people expect others to understand their half-ass attempt at conveying a message?

I can blame the new generation, but that just makes me sound old. There will always be something wrong with the current generation according to the previous generation. I have to wonder if the previous generation is right to some degree though.

Has all this new technology made us more stupid? We have more mobile technology than ever and it is exciting and scary. Remember the days of watching TV, when there was only one in the house? How about before there were computers in the house? (Yes, I am old). We were forced to use a device called our imagination, although sometimes we just beat the hell out of each other for kicks. No pansy's allowed back then.

I love technology. I love the internet and my Macbook, and have developed a deep relationship with them. I enjoy TV shows, but don't watch too many anymore due to the over abundance of annoying fucking reality shows. Again, no imagination involved in the making of that stupid shit. (I would love to bitch slap the people that came up with Honey Boo Boo, actually I would rather slap them upside the cranium with a baseball bat.)

Where will we go from here? How much more can we cut to make things quicker? I am guessing the next step will be mind reading, I mean what is quicker than that? Shooting telepathic thoughts to one another, our brain waves mingling with all the electronic signals in the air. Sexting could be taken to a whole new level, wink wink nudge nudge.

As we learn to start controlling our thoughts for the future, pick up a book once in awhile and turn that damn picture box off. Let your brain work it's magic, creating images in your mind as the words roll through. A mind is a terrible thing to waste.

My Beloved Samson

     It is almost the start of another new year, where does the time go? Those old people that tell you it goes faster when you get older are not kidding. It feels like the past 10 years have gone by in the blink of an eye.
    This year ended on a sad note. My beloved Samson passed away at the end of November quite unexpectedly. He was 10 years old and still had so much puppy in him, but his body decided otherwise. It was a complete "Marley & Me" moment as I cradled his head while the Doctor administered the fatal shot to put him at rest. I cried and cried, and still continue to cry. I lost my best friend and it will forever break my heart.
    We buried him in the field where he loved to run. I even made a headstone with a large chunk of stone and a Dremmel. JC (the cat) and I would walk out to his grave and I would tell him what had been going on and how much I missed him. After a few trips, JC jumped on the headstone and rubbed his head all over it. He misses him too.
    The new year brings a new life as we start over without Samson. Although it has been suggested that acquiring a new dog will help me heal, I cannot begin to fathom another dog in my life. I would rather remember him rather than replace him.
   If anybody is reading this and your pet is anywhere near you, hug them, pet them, kiss them, but don't ever take them for granted. I am thankful for all the good times Samson and I had together, but I wish there could have been more.
   For the coming new year, I wish the best for all animals and their owners, but mostly I wish for the strength to remember Samson without tears.