Nothing better than a good story to get you out of bed in the morning.

So, I'm laying in bed this morning attempting to wake up and get motivated to shower and get ready for work and, as I do every morning, I flipped on the morning news, you know, the station with my favorite weather man. There were a couple of back-to-back stories that just left me stunned, first in an amused and followed by a horrified, way.

First was the story about the "sport" of Shin Kicking, in England. This sport consists of 2 men, stuffing their pants with straw, facing off against each other and, literally, kicking the living shit out of each others' shins. The winner is determined when one opponent essentially gives up. Apparently this sport's popularity is increasing so rapidly that they would now like Shin Kicking to be considered for an Olympic event. An Olympic event.

Discussing this with St. Pauly Boy on our way to work this morning, it was decided that next in line would be the Olympic event of Bloody Knuckles. In which case, I believe my husband would most definitely try out for the US Bloody Knuckles Team, in hopes of fullfilling a life long dream of bringing home the gold medal. We'll see how far he can get, I can only assume the competition will be fierce. I plan on getting him started with a weight lifting program, ASAP.

This was the amused portion of being stunned by the news this morning. Then came this.

A story of a woman who's chiwawa puppy had tragically passed away, where the woman was apparently dealing with one of the many stages of loss, and from what I can gather, it was the anger stage. As the reporter stated, it can be a traumatic experience to lose a puppy, everyone could agree with that, I think. But what I don't think any of us coule agree with is taking your dead puppy back to the breeder's residence, demanding a new [live] puppy in exchange for the dead one, and then using the deceased animal to then physically assault the breeder when terms of an agreement could not be reached. She used her dead puppy as a weapon, people. And in her fit of rage, as she was driving away, she continued to wave this poor dead puppy at the breeder's house, out of the sunroof of her car.

At this point, the stunned expression on my face turned to complete disgust, with a side of depression on the account of the poor dead puppy. Perhaps the puppy is better off, given the apparent psychosis of her owner.

But regardless, it was an odd day for news, people. Odd day, indeed.