Through the Fog or Day 30

This is my last post for the month of november and because of that I wish I really had something profound to write about.  But sadly, I don’t.  I am at the end of my semester for school and I am neck deep in literary theory on urban commodification and lonlienss as well as writing theory about writing to learn and writing across the curriculum.  I am sure a small few of you might find all of that tantilizing and exciting blog fodder–me at this point, not so much. 

I am happy to say that I did it this time around and finished.  I will try and get mysefl an I Did It Badge over at the official website–but right now I have to go wait in line at the DMV to get my plates renewed as they expire today.  Thank you for tuning in.  It has been a blast.

Gun’s R Us or Day 28

I am so not inspired to post today at all, but I will since I only have 2 more days after today before I can take a blog break and I don’t know watch some completely mind-numbing tv.  I would like that. 

I was watching the ABC evening news yesterday–at least I think it was yesterday.  All the days blur together during this time of the school year.  Okay, back on track here.  There was a story about semi-automatic assault rifles and the need for police departments to start having their officers carry them as there has been a huge rise in the use of semi-automatic assault rifles among the criminal element in our society.  In 1994 Pres Clinton passed a bill that banned the sale of these weapons (Ak-47, etc) and really who needs an assault rifle?  I would hate to see the deer that met a hunter who had one–there certainly wouldn’t be any meat to eat.  Quietly in 2004, congress and good ole’ Pres Bush let the ban pass.  There was an increase in assault rifle crimes.  Congress then made it ILLEGAL.  YES.  ILLEGAL to track assault rifle crimes.   All gun crimes were required to be tracked together.  Wonder whose pockets got lined in that deal and by whom?

I really am tired of all this NRA “they’re gonna talk all our guns” propaganda.  I am not a fan of guns, but hey you want to kill some deer or quail or duck, then you should be able too.  I don’t think that we should rid the world of all guns (wouldn’t the world be a safer place though).  I seriously don’t think anyone needs to have a handgun or an assault rifle.  It just seems absurd–you can protect your home with a two shot deer rifle or bird gun–don’t tell me you cannot and that it would take too long to load as you aren’t suppose to make it easy to load you gun because, well that is how little kids shoot each other.  Don’t we want our police officers safe–if we only made available 2 shot hunting rifles and 6 shot revolvers than what are the odds that some drugged up criminal is going to be able to hit me?  But if we sell them semi-automatic handguns and/or rifles with the capability of firing 20+ shots in a matter of minutes or in some cases seconds the odds increase greatly in favor of someone landing a shot. 

It is impossible in our world to stop the sale of something that is available.   Wouldn’t it be a clearer message if we banned the manufacture of such weapons.  If the criminals didn’t have them then the cops wouldn’t need them.  I know this is a simplistic view, but I am in a simplistic mood.  If we don’t want people shooting each other stop making guns that make it so frickin’ easy. 

Thankful Post Six or Day 24

I am ready to be done with chronicling what I am thankful for…as it is a lot of work to look deep into your life and really talk about what you are thankful for.  I am done with the posts that lament on a person or two and am not moving on to bullet points.  I will think of some grand way to finish this week of thanks–maybe.  But for today it is a list. 

 I am thankful for…

Health–and the ability to do strenuous exercise (riding centuries and such).
Courage– I have overcome many things and have only been able to do that with courage.
Determination–without it I woudn’t be pursuing my doctorate or even be completing my Masters. 
Love–receiving it and giving it. 
Intellectual ability–this is something I had to work to develop and maintain.
Music–there is something that happens in music that brings people together and transcends race, religion, and social class.
Coffee–I know it is trivial but I am happy that I can afford to have good coffee at home. 
Opportunity–and the strength to answer the knock when it come (all we are given is the chance we have to make the most of it). 
Strength–see above.
Money–we are lucky to have enough to live a comfortable life and to give to others in need.  I wish I had more to give away. 

There is so much much more I could be thankful for.  I am also thankful for my husbands family…I didn’t write about them in my family post and should have, as I am thankful to have them…

A Day Sans Minnow or Day 17

My awesome dad and bonus mom took Minnow for the day today so that hubby and I could some much needed work done around the house.  It is amazing what you can get done in a day without a little one underfoot constantly wanting to tell you something, give you something, or ask you do something.  I managed to go spinning for an hour, go to the grocery store, clean out the garage, take out a bunch of trash, put things back in the garage and clean out a big part of our basement. 

Now I am exhausted.  Minnow got to go the zoo with grandpa and grandma, go out to eat and bake cookies.  Needless to say we are all tired here at casa dalai mama.  I am going to curl up and watch a movie and then sleep like someone who actually does manual labor for a living.  See you all tomorrow with what I am hoping will turn into a more substantial post.  Until then….

Tired Or Day 16

This is what I feared when I committed to NaBloPoMo.  I am tired today.  It has been a crazy and hectic day.  Minnow is crabby and that means the whole house is on edge.  It is Friday and we went to dinner with some friends.  Not enough time to chat as aforementioned child wanted to climb onto and sit on the table and feed everyone chips and salsa. It was cute….but come on who lets their toddler sit on a table at a restaurant?  Who?  Someone who wants to quietly drink a beer.