Change is good.

Earlier today, I had a short conversation with my daughter's friend... He was wondering where she was, as he had texted her, and she didn't reply, immediately. Of course, my daughter was getting ready to catch the school bus, and was already late since she had difficulty lifting herself from the mattress. Not to mention, she had to squeeze in several minutes worth of trying on every article of clothing she owns, and doing a quick scroll of her Facebook page, before leaving the front door to face the world. I would roll my eyes at this, but I realize, I do it too... Sometimes I have to drag my behind out of bed in the middle of the night to visit the commode, and I check the time on my phone... my hand subconsciously flips the screen across and opens Facebook... it's become automatic... my brain has rewired itself. Most of the time, there's nothing there of importance, so I can drift off back to sleep. However, I have had a few instances where I've left comments

I was having a conversation with a friend earlier today, and mentioned a new show I've been watching... "Revolution". For those who haven't heard of it, it's set in a post-apocalyptic-type world, where electricity is no more, and society has crumbled... Basically, the "Walking Dead" without the zombies. Here, the "good guys" have to deal with a modern day Civil War that's a-brewin', and try to survive the harsh reality that is a world without Hot Pockets and Wi-Fi. And this got me thinking ... We'll overlook, temporarily, that governments and societies would crumble, that nuclear power plants would explode and radiation would seep into everything, that ninety percent of people you have ever known would probably die from starvation, disease and murder. In my household, in the first 10 - 15 minutes of a power outage (and take my word for this, as it has  actually happened) my daughter is the first person to go completely insane.

Almost a year ago, I began working at my local animal shelter. I wasn't exactly sure how well I would be able to handle this kind of job; I took it knowing that the dogs and cats I would be caring for may have to be euthanized. "Don't get attached", they told me. Yeah. Right. Impossible... well, for me, anyhow. Knowing how much of a pushover I am, when it comes to animals, my family knew it would only be a matter of time before I took one or two home. As much as I hate to admit it, they were right. A month previous to my employment, my boyfriend and I adopted Delaney, a brown and white American Pit Bull Terrier, and from the beginning she was his dog. Yes, my name is on her paperwork as her legal owner, but I know in my heart that these two are made for each other. If one should leave, the other would be completely lost. Don't get me wrong... Delaney loves me, but she really adores Derek. I genuinely hadn't given much thought to adopting another dog, d