If you're a regular reader of this blog, my gushing about Joey shouldn't come as any surprise. I'm pretty used to being ridiculed for my obsessive feelings towards him, but as he and I have both gotten older, I'm starting to care less and less about what other people think. If it's weird to love your dog, then I'm guilty as charged. At least you don't see me dressing him in sweaters or carrying him around in my handbag with a rhinestone collar. (But making up theme songs for him and giving him his own Christmas stocking? Yes.)
top 20 most useless college degrees because thanks to the prevalence of blogging and citizen journalism, anyone can say their a journalist. It doesn't matter that I studied media law and have a superb, proven understanding of objectivity, reporting, research, and public relations. Nope. I basically spent about $40,000 for a piece of paper saying I know how to write good.
That last sentence was supposed to be ironic.
It's no secret to anyone that I want to be a writer. My goal is to one day turn these silly musings into an actual book and make a living as a published author. It's actually one dream of mine that I'm not at all embarrassed to admit out loud (unlike my childhood aspirations of becoming a famous singer and the countless afternoons I spent locked up in my bedroom blaring Celine Dion's "It's All Coming Back To Me Now"). And the funniest part of all of this? I don't need a degree to do that.
Several months ago I started following a group on Facebook called the Beagle Freedom Project, a non-profit organization devoted to rescuing beagles from laboratory testing facilities and finding them forever homes.
Um, hi? Yeah, I wanna do something like that. I can't picture something more fulfilling for myself than saving animals from abusive situations and giving them the love and attention they deserve but cannot fight for on their own. If that makes me a crazy animal activist, fine. I'll own that. I'll even get it printed on a t-shirt.
I should have majored in biology. I could be parked at a vet's office right now.
Or, if I majored in exercise science, I could be getting paid to share my love of running and fitness.
There should be an "are you sure about that?" questionnaire handed out in college before you declare your major. Where was that stupid Microsoft Office paper clip when I needed him?
That being said,