I am a big fan of the right to bear arms. It's in the Constitution; it's the law of the land. Besides, it's a damn fine idea. Like Heinlein said, an armed society is a polite society. However, I don't personally own a firearm. Sounds like a contradiction, doesn't it? Let me explain.
Anyone who comes here probably knows what The Better Half and I do. If not, I suggest you read some of the older entries here. Go ahead -- I'll be here when you get back. As you noticed, we foster special needs children and have adopted four as our own. Those children are getting older now, and unfortunately a couple of them still seem to have a hard time differentiating between the real world and the world they see on TV and video games. Let me ask you - if you had children like that in your home, would you take the chance of keeping a handgun around where one of them might find it and use it? If you had any sense, no you wouldn't. And don't tell me to just keep it locked up in a gun safe. You don't know these children; they could break into Fort Knox given half a chance.
Bottom line, I don't dare keep a gun in my house. (And The Better Half is dead set against them anyway. Weird, considering she's a veteran.) However, once the kids get out on their own, and if I'm still around when that miracle happens, I fully intend to get a handgun at least, maybe even a rifle. I used to shoot with my father at the range when I was much younger, and I really enjoyed it. One day I will again.
Labels: Gun Ownership
Happy freakin' New Year, y'all! I'm a couple of weeks late; sue me.
I saw bigotry in action in, of all places, church a couple of weeks ago. I won't go into details, but suffice it to say that it nauseated me.
I've had several people ask me what I do during the day. Let me give you a capsule synopsis of a usual day in my life. I'm usually up between 5 and 5:30 AM in the morning. I have a smoke (I know, I need to quit, don't bug me), maybe a cup of coffee, and I get JT out of bed since his bus arrives at 6:30 or so. I sign the nurse's papers for the night (Sarah gets a nurse at night and during the day as long as she has a trach), then I throw myself into the shower and prepare for my day. By 7:30 I'm heading out the door to take Pat and Mike to school (they go to a charter school, so no bus for them). I'm usually at work between 8:30 and 8:45, and there I stay until around 5:30 - 6 PM. Then I head home for the fun and games. Usually home between 6:30 - 7 PM, eat if it's ready, then watch Wheel of Fortune with Sarah. She can't see, but she loves the sounds of that show, so who am I to deny her a little happiness? After Wheel of Fortune, I start getting Sarah ready for bed, which includes burping her G-tube, giving her her medications through the G-tube, putting her pajamas on, suctioning her trach a few times while I'm doing all this, getting her positioned in bed, and turning on her nighttime music. Then I prepare her bedtime feeding, start and prime the feeding pump, and get her supper going into her. I then get about an hour to myself, unless The Better Half has other plans. I'm usually in bed by around 11 or 11:30 at night. So goes a typical day for me.
This is the seven day a week schedule, so needless to say there's not much time for a social life, going out to eat, etc. I'm not saying that so that everyone will say, "Oh, poor Steve, what a tough life!" Believe me, there are people out there who lead much rougher lives than I'll ever imagine living. I just wanted to put out there what a typical day for me is like, which might explain why I blog so infrequently. Just an FYI.