My Right to Bare Arms

My wife and I don’t really like guns, but that doesn’t keep us away from owning a couple. I know that sounds contradictory but I’m serious. Now you can argue all day about it, but the fact of the matter is that there is no weapon that has more talking power than a gun and if you ever get into a dangerous conversation, you’d better have one.

I’ve always believed the right to bare arms as an individual right (thank you Supreme Court!). There’s a bunch of really educated people who are really good with words that will argue that the second amendment only applies to a state militia (lawyers, no offence if you are one) but when the Founding Fathers wrote the constitution, I’m pretty sure they didn’t purposefully exclude all the men with guns who chose not to join. Guns were kept for security in the absence of a formal police force (or in the presence of a weak one) and, of course, for hunting so that families and communities could survive. Some people still keep guns for that same purpose. I know I do, just in case…

Perhaps this slight paranoia is brought on by movies like “The Day After Tomorrow” or “Deep Impact”. Perhaps it could be that I am a Christian and the book of Revelations (besides being incredibly confusing) kinda scares me. Whatever the case, I want to be prepared for whatever plausible might happen in that kind of situation.

I guess this makes me just another typical bitter American who clings to his guns and his religion…

On a lighter note, target shooting is a great fairly inexpensive get-together event that is also pretty fun. All you pay for is the ammunition unless you go to a range where the fees can range anywhere from $5 a day to $15 an hour. Granted, that can get a little expensive, but compared to gas spent in an ATV, it’s not bad. Last weekend, I went with my brother-in-laws and a few of their family members out to the desert and we had a blast. Someone even brought drinks (they were non-alcoholic of course) to share.

God bless America and the God given right to bear arms.

Diapers

I love diapers, they are probably one of my favorite things about being a parent. The fact that I don’t have to walk around with a pooper scooper is wonderful. Not only that, I don’t think I’d ever hold my girl without them. Just being peed on by little puppies is gross enough, just think if it was a human being! We’d all have a lot more cleaning up to do.

It’s kinda funny how the word can bring so many different memories. For those without kids, images of happy babies crawling across the floor, smooth skin without a single blemish, a smile with no teeth, clean as a whistle and everything the Huggies commercials want you to believe. For those with kids, nightmares of that infamous dark liquidy stain on the back of their onesie, the repugnant smell of eggs and sewer, the sound of screaming as you apply milky white ointment to a rosie red backside, the hope that they finish their business BEFORE you place them on the changing table…

This is why I truly believe God created disposable diapers. If you think about it, what one thing has improved the life of families all over the world more than disposable diapers? Ok, there’s indoor plumbing, but you get my drift. At one point in time, my wife wanted to switch to cloth diapers and only cloth diapers, just to see if they would work. Needless to say, we still use disposables and the cloth diapers now make great burp rags. “Honey,” I told her, “I don’t care if I have to work overtime every month; we can and will afford disposables.”

Recently, my baby girl came crawling out of her room. She began to play and about 10 minutes later I noticed that dark spot on her back. “Oh no. Honey! I think it’s bathtime!” Ah well, such are the joys of parenthood.

Intro

To those who have stumbled upon my blog, welcome! Like many of you, I’m just a Joe Blow going through life trying to do the best I can. I try not to live life too seriously but it can be challenging. It is my hope that you may find something here that will help, whether it be to just lift your day or to find out that leaving your breakfast on the top of the car as you rush to work is normal. All in all, come in, look around, chill out for a sec, and then go do your thing. Besides, who really want to spend their life on the internet?