I was looking through my old blog, all the pictures of the dogs and horses and rabbits and all the stuff on the farm. You wouldn't have caught me saying it a couple years ago, but I think I miss it.

I'm down to just Gizmo now, but when I lived there, we had three dogs. Now there are six, some of which I haven't even seen yet.


We had piles of rabbits. Literally piles of them.


Chief when he was a puppy. He's all grown up now, and working.


It's like it was an entire lifetime ago, training Sully and planting vegetables.


Sullivan.


My sister and Ed.

Time sure does fly, I suppose.

Since when are we not allowed to be dissatisfied with aspects of our country? I've noticed this trend lately in e-mails I receive from my radical right-wing uncle from Georgia. "If you don't like (insert government policy or program, public opinion differing from author's), then you should leave. As far as I'm concerned, if you've listened to "Teenage Wasteland" and didn't like it, then you can get the fuck out. This is America, goddammit! What are you, some kinda commie asshole?

So, according to my uncle in the forwarded emails he sends, we aren't allowed to complain about certain government policies, or express opinions that differ from those of people just like him. What gives, then, since I'm getting emails about Barack "Osama" trying to take the Christ out of Christmas, and pictures of him dressed up like an 1700s Native American? Or that letter from the former VP of Procter and Gamble, titled "Why You Scare Me," in which the author rambles off a big, steaming load of bullshit.

I didn't think I could be any more shocked by the immaturity of so-called adults in the U.S. And then this shit starts filling up my inbox. Honestly? Grow up.