Wow, I can almost hear the theme song from "Jaws" playing in the background as the pressure to get everything lined up and finished is really starting to build. To all the people who warned me that the last two weeks were going to fly by: I now understand exactly what you were talking about. Damn you for being right and giving us fair warning!

Maybe I'm a bit strange, but I have to say that I almost enjoy mowing the lawn. Before we moved into our house, I was very excited about purchasing my very own lawnmower. Heck, I'm still excited about my lawnmower. I guess it's probably because I like the smell of freshly cut grass and I like the way a nicely maintained lawn looks. However, since we have two dogs, it means that I have to pull out the old pooper scooper and scan the back yard like I was searching for land mines.

Most times I manage to get through the task without messing up my shoes, but sometimes I have the distinct pleasure of finding an offering to the poop gods with my foot instead of with my eyes. Yuck. It's for that very reason that I have an official pair of poop-finding/grass mowing sneakers. I wash them off at the end of the day, but trust me, I don't wear them out anywhere besides the yard.

Well, it's time to finish getting suited up for a sweep of the yard before I mow. Now if only I could teach Dakota or Ratchet to pick up after themselves...

Some stupid burglar decided to burgle the wrong apartment -- and ended up face-to-face with a college student wielding a samurai sword. Said burglar not only lost his hand Kill Bill style, but lost he lost his life as well.

Am I sad for the burglar? Heck no...in fact, it serves him right. Criminal activity comes with risks, and if you aren't willing to pay the price of said risk, then don't commit the damn crime.