Thursday, August 29, 2013

Mastiff Varieties

We interrupt our religious talk to bring you this very enlightening post about Mastiffs. This is Benny,

Don't let this cute face fool you.

Benny is an English Mastiff. I think we are all in agreement here that Benny is cute as shit. Now, the reason we all think Benny is so stinking cute in this photo is twofold. One, we can't smell Benny through the computer. Two, Benny's drool, acne and general disgustingness are not truly captured in this photo.

 I feel I should stop here, to let everyone know how very much we love Benny, he is a member of our family and we love him very dearly; disgusting drool, farts and acne included.

Benny at 8 weeks old. The forehead wrinkles, I die.


However, this is not what I have come here to talk about. Oh no, I am here to talk about the two varieties of mastiffs. You see, mastiffs are wonderful dogs, they really are. They are loyal to their owners, great with kids, awesome guard dogs, and lets be honest it is very nice that Benny only has about an hour of energy in him per day - the other 23 are spent sleeping, eating, drooling and farting. Now, just because they are so wonderful does not mean they are perfect. You see, Benny has this little problem; by little problem I mean epic shitting problem.

Benny at 6 weeks... we had no idea what we were in for!

Our dear sweet little Benny boy has some abandonment issues. In that, if he is left alone for .5 seconds he assumes that we have abandoned him forever and acts out by shitting everywhere. Have you ever seen a Mastiff shit? No? Well, let me tell you they are as large and smelly as you would imagine them to be. Our sweet little Benny is 12 months old today, and for the past 12 months he has shit on the floor at least once a day every day. For. the. last. twelve. months. That is a lot of Mastiff poopy.

Oh no, not me Momma!

Now you say, hey jackasses why don't you crate train that dog. It is not the dogs fault he is shitting on the floor, it is his stupid owners fault for not training him right. To that I say, 12 months ago I would have whole-heartedly agreed with you, it is the stupid owners fault for not crate training him! This was before we had Benny. You see, we have crate trained sweet Benny; Benny just doesn't give a shit (pun very much intended) if he shits in his crate or not. In fact, he is so cool with shitting in his cage that he will happily roll around in it, get it on his paws and fling it at passerbyes through his cage: yay!

But wait! you say: "You can't just leave the dog in the cage, you have to take him out frequently so he has a chance to go outside." To that I say, how about every 30 minutes for frequently; because yes, that is how often Benny was being taken out. He would even go outside, then come back in and promptly shit in his cage; because apparently that's his idea of a good time. He's an asshole, it's ok you can say it.

Sidenote: The little turd muffin is also terrified of his dog bed and refuses to go near it or touch it. Thus, our queen size bed holds an ex-lineman husband, a 220 lb. mastiff, and a little Italian wife with nowhere to go.

Anyways, my point is; Charles and I were at our wits end with this dog, and each other. I was all, "you wanted this shitting machine," and he was all, "well you didn't say no..." (Which ladies, this one is totally on him amiright!?). This continued for about 4 months, until finally we decided to let Benny out of the cage when we were gone, and see if that helped. It didn't, he just shits on the floor, but it's easier to clean shit off the floor than to clean it out of a cage and off the idiot dog. Finally, on the eve of ol' Benny boy's 8 month birthday Charles decided enough was enough, and he was going to reach out to other mastiff owners and find out when and where our dog suffered his severe brain damage.

Turns out, Benny does not have brain damage; he is just the pooping variety of Mastiff. You see, Mastiff's crave human attention, they need human attention; when they don't get this attention they act out in one of two ways - they chew or they shit. We got the shitting variety. That's right ladies and gentleman, because his farting, drooling, and pulsating pimples weren't disgusting enough; we get to add, "takes massive shits whenever left alone for 30 seconds" to the list. Don't worry though, he should grow out of this around his second birthday.....

Oh don't mind me, I'm just going to come smother you with my love after you pick my poopy up off the floor.
Moral of the story? Find our which varieties your dog breed comes in before you let your husband talk you into buying that oh so cute 220 lb. shitting machine.

You really are lucky you're so cute and loveable Benny boy.

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

He's a Drifter, but He's My Drifter.

This man.





He's so different from me I often wonder how we've ended up together. I'm wound so tightly, and I have all of my ducks in such neat tidy rows. I have my life plan, I have my goals and come hell or high water I'm going to accomplish them when I planned to accomplish them dammit. I've never been one for the spontaneous, and I love my to do lists. While he, he wouldn't know what a to do list was if it jumped up and bit him. He does what he wants when he wants. He doesn't worry about what he'll be doing five years or ten years from now, and he would laugh in your face at the mention of a life plan. He is just happy to be - happy to be here with me.

I tell him over and over again he is my calm, he is my smooth waters, my best thing. For when my lists get to long or my plans go awry he pulls me to him, my sea of calm. Sometimes I feel unworthy of him. I'm so busy reaching for that next goal, looking ahead to that next step on that life plan that I forget to breath and look at what I have right now. He's never too busy for that, he's never too pre-occupied to tell me that he loves me, or cup my face in his hands and kiss me on the forehead in that way that I love. I fear that I fail him as a wife.

He takes risks where I would rather stay back and make sure it was safe before I ventured out. At times I wish he wouldn't take so many risks. I wish he wouldn't smoke, I wish he wouldn't drive so fast, I wish he wouldn't drive around with the gas tank on E; but he does and he will because that's him. That's the man that I married. I married the man who didn't give a shit what the rules were. Who showed no fear at riding a motorcycle or shooting a gun, and I loved him for those things then as I do now.

Adding another tattoo that I love. 

This man drives me so crazy it hurts - I worry that he lives too fast, that he doesn't take responsibility, that he will always be a drifter. Then he looks at me with those deep blue eyes and he says, "I love you darlin'" in that deep Hoosier accent, and the calmness washes over me once more. He may be a drifter, but he is my drifter - he's not going anywhere and neither am I. We need each other - the planner and the drifter, I pull him back as he pulls me forward in a perfect equilibrium.



When I'm old and wrinkled there is no one else who's wrinkled hand I want intertwined in mine than my drifter's. He is my heart, my soul, my calm - my drifter.



Monday, August 26, 2013

Let's Talk about Miley, Shall We?

Miley, oh Miley...

I will now never look at a foam finger the same way again...



Like many others I tuned into the MTV VMAs last night, (rumers of an N'SYNC reunion!? I'm there!) and was amused / horrified by the monstrosity that was the Miley Cyrus and Robin Thicke performance. In truth if Miley wants to parade around in a bear body suit and plastic undies in front of millions that's her perogative, I'm not here to be the morality police. In truth, I just felt so embarressed for her.

Not embarrassed in a poor Miley she didn't know what she was doing kind of a way - embarrassed in a good lord you just made a huge ass out of yourself kind of a way. If there's several internet memes going around comparing your booty to a turkey - you just made a huge blunder.

That being said - judging by last nights festivities I don't think I'm too far off base when I say, I don't think Miley had the brainpower to plan that whole thing out for herself. Obviously there had to be teams of professionals who collaborated together to create the shit show that was last night, not to mention Robin Thicke had just as much a part in the creep fest as Miley.

Don't you have a wife Robin Thicke?
Granted, he wasn't dry humping a foam finger, but he he did dry hump a barley 18 year old young woman half his age - creepy.

What's the point? The point is, Miley screwed up yes, but she certainly didn't screw up alone. This screw up was a long time coming. From being sexualized on Hannah Montana from an early age, to VMA producers telling her it would be a great idea to gyrate on a creepy ass teddy bear. Yet, somehow she seems to be the only one taking the heat for this; and she seems to be the only one having her character decimated.

So yes, I'm embarrassed for Miley. I'm embarrassed that she has to look at her ass in the mirror and subconsciously compare it to a turkey. I'm embarrassed that a young talented woman was yet again portrayed as bimbo slut barbie. I'm embarrassed for her that she made herself out to be a fool.

In the end though, I'm mostly just embarrassed for us as a culture. Is this what we idealize? Young women making fools of themselves for our entertainment? Maybe, just maybe instead of putting all of our energy into comparing Miley's ass to poultry; we should put just a tiny ounce of that energy towards endorsing intelligent and creative women with self respect and dignity. As we hopefully all realize at some point in our twenties, it's one thing to be sexy and feel good about yourself; it's an entirely other thing to make an ass out of yourself trying to be sexy.

And in closing...
No Miley, you don't.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

I completely intended to do this weekend update on Monday, but then life happened and here we are at Wednesday, sigh. Anyways, I still want to share our exciting weekend with you. Our weekend started off on Saturday when Charles was called off from work yay!!!! (Side-note: Charles works almost every weekend all weekend long, so it is a rare treat when he gets a day off). Obviously we had to take advantage of this good luck, so we headed on down to the Indiana State Museum. The state museum is located in downtown Indianapolis, and right now they are hosting a Star Wars exhibit; while Star Wars isn't my thing Charles really wanted to see it, so away we went.

Unfortunately, when we walked in we realized the exhibit was an extra $15.00 a person in addition to admission womp womp, so we decided to wait and do the exhibit with my parents when they came to visit. Instead, we explored the other exhibits the museum had to offer.

The mueum started off with exhibits on the origins of Earth. It took you on a walk from the big bang to modern day with fossils, rocks and other natural samples from each time period. 

 I loved that the museum started off with this sign, and set the precedent that the formation of earth is founded in scientific properties and evidence - this may seem normal to some, but in Indiana something this progressive is a huge deal!

As we walked through the exhibit there was a collection of awesome rocks, and the teacher in me kept saying, I wish my students were here to see this!

I loved the gross puss looking things growing inside this rock.


Some of the rocks were huge! For comparison this is my husbands extremely large x-lineman hand that looks dwarfed next to this rock.
When we finished looking at the rocks, we moved over to the exhibit on early Americans in Indiana. Indiana had a larged American Indian population, and the museum did a great job adding some authentic pieces from the time period to explore.


Charles and I loved this arrowhead collection, because it is so popular here for people to go out in fields once they've been turned over and search for arrowheads. In fact most older men in Indiana probably have a significantly bigger arrowhead collection than was displayed at the museum.

They had a mirror where you could sit, and press a light to see your face with typical facial tattoos of the time. I think Charles made an excellent model.

Charles just wanted to shake his booty in the wigwam for all of you ;-).
After exploring the downstairs and early America / Indiana, we headed to the second floor of the museum. The second floor focused on the 1950's and beyond. They had several relics and old time appliances on display.

I really liked this iron lung from IU's hospital during the Polio epidemic.

We thought this survival kit was hilarious. Clearly, doomsday preapers have been around for quite a while now.
After exploring the upstairs for a while, we realized that even though we didn't go though the starwars exhibit, we could still go through the star wars gift shop (because everyone knows the gift shop is the best part!).

Star Wars belt buckle, for the redneck Star Wars fan.

Star Wars Operation, whhaat! I totally wanted to get this as a recess game for my classroom, then I remembered my students would destroy this in a grand total of two indoor recesses; and it totally wasn't worth the $30.00 price tag.

Because everyone needs a Star Wars patch for their jacket.


Completing our Indiana State Museum journey with a picture in the elevator. Classy.
After the museum, we decided to make a stop at our library where we checked out no less than 20 books. Seriously, we have a problem. After the library we came home and got ready to have some friends over for dinner. Unfortunatly, we had so much fun hanging out with our friends that I forgot to take any pictures, oops! But we had a great time, and by Sunday evening we were totally exhaused and ended the weekend looking like this...

No better way to end the weekend, than to be smothered by the horse dog!

Friday, June 28, 2013

Am I offending you?

Charles and I were fortunate enough to spend the last week and a half visiting with some family from Arizona that we haven't seen in years. It was a great time, and we spent each night talking and laughing into the wee hours of the morning. It was everything a family visit should be - laughter, embarrassing stories revealed and a little bit of good old fashioned family drama.

One night as we sat around the table exchanging stories from the years past, I recounted a story of mine from elementary school where a friend told me I would be going to hell if I didn't attend her church. Even at the time, I remember thinking that was absurd; surely God couldn't send everyone else in the world besides the 100 or so people who went to that church to Hell. Hell simply wasn't big enough!

As I was telling the story, Charles's Grandmother told me I shouldn't tell the story because it was offensive. I immediately felt terrible for offending, but at the same time I didn't understand how the story was offensive. Is it offensive because it highlights a Christian behaving badly, or is it offensive because anything that mentions Christianity in a negative light is offensive, or is it just plain offensive to talk about Hell flippantly?

This is what I struggle with the most in admitting that I am Atheist. The fear that I will offend others without even realizing I am being offensive. I am a very non-confrontational person, and I despise pushing my beliefs on others. This is the main reason I haven't told most of my family and friends that I am Atheist, but at the same time I find it unfair that I should be silenced because I have a belief that is in the minority.

 I feel like I am in a constant battle of the person I am in my private life, and the person I am in public and it's exhausting. I feel like I'm starting to ramble, so I will end this post here; but my question is where do we draw the line between being proud of your beliefs and being offensive?

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Naughty Blogger

I've been a naughty blogger lately, and have seriously neglected this blog. We've had family visiting for the past couple of weeks, and general summer relaxing have gotten in the way of me being productive. However, I promise that I will be blogging every day this week talking a little bit about my fear of offending others with my beliefs, married life and a little bit about the doggies. Thanks for being patient, and I hope you stick around!
A little Peanut Lovin for your patience. (Yes, I realize it looks like we aren't wearing any pants in this picture; I assure you we do have shorts on!)

Friday, June 14, 2013

Why Darwin Fish?

I'm sure people wonder, why the name Darwin Fish out of Water? The truth is, it came more from a joke than anything else. Charles and I were out driving one day, when we were cut off by a vehicle with one of these lovelies on it...

and when I got done using some four letter words and laughing and the irony; I told Charles I wish they made Darwin fish. He then proceeded to inform me that I live under a rock, and they do in fact make quite a few varieties of Darwin fish. In case you were under the same rock as me, here's a few examples...
 Obviously, I told Charles we needed to get some ASAP because they were awesome, but sadly he reminded me that we live in central Indiana; and a Darwin fish would either get our car keyed or us shot. He also threw in that quite a few family members would probably stop talking to us if we rolled up with the ol' Darwin fish. I told him he was right (he gets a few every now and again) and forgot about it.

Then a few months later, I decided I wanted to blog about being an atheist living in Indiana, but I couldn't think of a good name. Charles suggested Darwin Fish out of Water, reminding me of my secret desire for a Darwin fish on the car and it stuck.

So, that's it, a little road rage and a name was born.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Who is Emma?

Hi! I'm Emma!
This is Charles,
We kind of like each other.
No, these are not our real names; due to the extremely religious and conservative population of our area we don't feel confident using our real names and keeping our careers. Sad, but true; womp womp.

As we've established in the previous post, we are those crazy devil Athiest people you hear all about on the 10:00 news. We like to do crazy sinful things like watch sports, play with our two naughty dogs, listen to good music and attempt to make it up to watch Hannibal on Thursday nights. I know, crazy buisness!

Truth is, we're boring, very boring; in fact we love boring! Our idea of a perfect Friday night is ordering Chinese take out and renting a red box movie that we will inevitable forget to return until the next Friday night. We hope that you will enjoy following us through our boring life adventures on this blog.

In the future we will post more about ourselves, what we do for a living, where we are from and how we became atheists, but for now we just wanted to say a quick hello and get to know our readers a little better.

So tell us...

1. What is your idea of a perfect Friday night?
2. Are you a member of any religious institution, or are you a darn dirty atheist like us?

 


Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Why Did I Start This Blog?

Why did I start this blog? The simple answer, community. I want desperately to know someone out there feels the same way I do. I want to know that I am not the only one who cringes when I hear statements like, "I'm not a righteous person, I'm the blood of Christ" or "As a Christian I would never xyz." 

I have wanted to create this blog for so long, but fear has held me back. I fear I will come across as judgmental or pompous, yet this is not my intention. I want to present the other side of the story. The side of the story that says, I too have moral values. Yes, I value family, life and charity; but I do not need a God to tell me I should value these things. I do not need the promise of a heaven to know I should do right. I do not believe that when I die I will have to atone for my sins, or be rewarded for the life I have lived on earth. I believe when I die, I will simply be dead; nothing more nothing less. 

I want to tell anyone out there who believes these things, THIS IS OK! You are not a bad person, you are not any less moral, you are not any less than period.  You can be a good person, you can dedicate your life to others, you can choose to do right simply because you know what is right and what is wrong.

I get so frustrated with the belief that we simply can't be a good person if we are not following the word in a fable riddled with lies and contradictions. I wanted to start this blog to fight back against all the times I have heard, "I feel sorry for you if you don't believe in God." I want to show those who do believe, you do not need to feel sorry for me; you simply need to accept that I am not motivated to behave like a decent human being by the promise of heaven.  I am motivated to behave like a decent human being because I feel an internal happiness from helping others.

I am not a perfect person,

I do not have all the answers; 

But I am no longer going to have my character decimated in silence.

I am an atheist, I am a good wife, teacher, sister and daughter; this is my story.