Breakfast, Dogs, and Politics
Placed this under a cut for length and political views. I live in a country that allows me to choose and to talk about my choice and that is awesome.
Type your cut contents here.So the morning has been strange. Alexis had to go to the doctor, so breakfast was delayed. So after we get home, I am sitting down to my wholesome breakfast of cheese crackers and peanut butter, or as some of us refer to as nabs. I am joking about the wholesome part. The girls ate cereal. So we had a family meal and boy was it something.
First we start with the search for the chow. I am a chow lover and was fortunate to grow up with these lovable but misunderstood dogs. I owned one 15 years ago, and he died from kidney failure. That dog, his name was Beau, was my baby, when I was single. I was one of the pet owners that dressed up their dog. And let me tell you that dog was stylin. He had his own leather jacket and hat and he was so well trained that he was even allowed to go to the video store with me. The main debate was that I have found a dog I adore and think he would be an awesome pet, but he is located in Memphis, TN, and he doesn't like men too well. I really believe that that particular flaw could be overcome with lots of love, patience and training. Jerry is afraid that we will drive to Memphis, and that it will be a wasted trip. He has a point, but I really want him to consider it. He is working second shift and I would just feel better with a large dog to deter trespassers.
Then somehow we got on the 2008 Presidential Race. My husband and I are supporting different people. Jerry is in favour of Mike Huckabee, but he realizes that John McCain, will probably be the Republician nominee. So I am looking at the Democratic Party and I am really torn between the two frontrunners. I always liked Bill Clinton and I thought he was a good leader. So we are discussing it and Jerry makes a horrible remark about women and hormones, in regards to having a woman president. The fireworks started to fly, if my girls want to president, I think they can be one day. So it made me MAD!! Then he gets on Barack Obama, oh my goodness. He is raving about his religious training, and such. So, I say I am going out to get a Obama '08 bumper sticker and now he is convinced that someone is going to shoot me, because of the bumper sticker. Can we say loopy? I just wanted to scream. I think when people get radical, thta is the problem. I told him to read about the candidates and have all of the information, instead of listening to the TV. Just because someone's stepparent believes a certain doctrine, it does not mean the child will follow the same path. I am sure that alot of us followed very different paths than our families.
Type your cut contents here.So the morning has been strange. Alexis had to go to the doctor, so breakfast was delayed. So after we get home, I am sitting down to my wholesome breakfast of cheese crackers and peanut butter, or as some of us refer to as nabs. I am joking about the wholesome part. The girls ate cereal. So we had a family meal and boy was it something.
First we start with the search for the chow. I am a chow lover and was fortunate to grow up with these lovable but misunderstood dogs. I owned one 15 years ago, and he died from kidney failure. That dog, his name was Beau, was my baby, when I was single. I was one of the pet owners that dressed up their dog. And let me tell you that dog was stylin. He had his own leather jacket and hat and he was so well trained that he was even allowed to go to the video store with me. The main debate was that I have found a dog I adore and think he would be an awesome pet, but he is located in Memphis, TN, and he doesn't like men too well. I really believe that that particular flaw could be overcome with lots of love, patience and training. Jerry is afraid that we will drive to Memphis, and that it will be a wasted trip. He has a point, but I really want him to consider it. He is working second shift and I would just feel better with a large dog to deter trespassers.
Then somehow we got on the 2008 Presidential Race. My husband and I are supporting different people. Jerry is in favour of Mike Huckabee, but he realizes that John McCain, will probably be the Republician nominee. So I am looking at the Democratic Party and I am really torn between the two frontrunners. I always liked Bill Clinton and I thought he was a good leader. So we are discussing it and Jerry makes a horrible remark about women and hormones, in regards to having a woman president. The fireworks started to fly, if my girls want to president, I think they can be one day. So it made me MAD!! Then he gets on Barack Obama, oh my goodness. He is raving about his religious training, and such. So, I say I am going out to get a Obama '08 bumper sticker and now he is convinced that someone is going to shoot me, because of the bumper sticker. Can we say loopy? I just wanted to scream. I think when people get radical, thta is the problem. I told him to read about the candidates and have all of the information, instead of listening to the TV. Just because someone's stepparent believes a certain doctrine, it does not mean the child will follow the same path. I am sure that alot of us followed very different paths than our families.