Let's set our sights a little higher, shall we?

Far be it from me to dash (or diss) anybody's dreams, but if this is all you had to live for, and you've done it at 20 years old, what's there to look forward to?

Ah, maybe I just want too much.

uh-oh!

This kid's karma has been seriously compromised!

Sometimes...

...nice guys finish first!

Oh, the wonderfulness of it all...

Things have finally slowed down at the ole workplace. After a long, hard semester that played out publicly, with lots of other stuff that was not-so-public, I’ve gotten to the time when I can refresh, reorganize, re-file, and generally catch my breath.

Oh HELL NO! I love babies. Not THIS much. Not even THIS much. I’m past that stage anyway by almost 20 years. The final Bundle of Joy was a C-section and the doc said, “While we’re here we can just tie a little knot here, and here,” and that’s WAY more information than you needed to know.

Speaking of Bundle 3, she is at her summer job. The place is incredible! The kid, who use to IM, call, or email me four or five times a day has called twice in the last week. This is definitely going on my first-of-the-month contribution rotation. Awesome place.

One of the best things about the internet for me is the ability to read newspapers from all around the world. Here’s a bit of news you could use. "Other children are in no danger, but parents were urged to promptly treat any open wounds." You have to TELL parents that?

From the awwww! files: I'm really sorry about this and I think they were wrong to cut him in the first place.

Mr. W and I will be celebrating our 32nd anniversary in June. We’ve always gotten a gift together, something for the house usually. “We” is a misnomer. HE pays for it. So it hardly seems fair to say “we.” Anyway, in the past there’s been landscaping, TVs, necessities like this. This year I’m thinking.

Education is a life-long experience...

...and sometimes even longer than that.

GUNS don't kill people...

...babies kill people. Let's hear it for creative parenting! This is one kid who won't come home crying about being bullied.

"Ludwig, 30, of Chicago, applied for the card after his own father bought Bubba a 12-gauge Beretta shotgun as a gift. The weapon will probably be kept at Ludwig's father's house until the boy is at least 14."

I'm glad some common sense has prevailed and "the weapon will probably be kept at Ludwig's father's house until the boy is at least 14." Probably? I'm not feeling quite comforted by "probably." How about that Grandpa? And to think I got pissed because my mom put sugar sprinkles on my kid's ice cream. What was I thinking?


In the other half of the Carolina's this is how they address issues.

"We're not talking about kids. We're talking about responsible adults."

Actually, since the legislation includes elementary school, uh, yeah, we're talking about kids.

Now before you go getting all second amendment on me, I will disclose that I am anti-gun, not just for moral or legal reasons but because I am absolutely terrified of guns. I grew up in a military family with a father who was a hunter. Guns were all over the house, stored responsibly. My brother and I attended an NRA-sponsored gun safety class. Still, I'm absolutely scared to death (no pun intended) of them. So? You might say. Just because you're afraid of guns, NOBODY should own guns. I would love a peaceful world where there are no guns, no bombs, no drunk drivers, no hunger, no homelessness, etc... It's not realistic, I understand. But I can hope.

What's wrong with that?

It a sacrilege, I tell you!

ICK!

She's BAAAACK!

WHAT global warming?

A storm's a-coming. And it's early. Sounds like we may be in for a rough ride this year.

(Note to self -- check on house insurance policy.)