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Sunday, May. 28, 2006 @ 1:31 pm
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Wow!! I'm glad to see most of you agree with me about the gun. The thing is if we lived away from the city and there was a responsible adult to hang on to it, and make sure he used it only for paper targets and nothing else, I would be a little more open to it. But we live in a city (probably more like the closest ND comes to suburbia but still), and there is a no fire arm rule with in the city limits. Also there is no place for him to shoot targets. I know my son and his temper. The minute he said air gun I had vision of lawsuits, eyepatches and bloodshed dancing thru my head. Since I have to work and have no place to keep it under lock and key, the tempation to do something stupid and irreversible is too great.

My dad taught me how to shoot a .22 when I was about 9 or 10, and later a few lesson with a shot gun. However, while my dad did hunt, the only thing I've ever shot at is targets (I never was any good). Our guns were all locked up with the ammo in a separate place (also locked), and the only guns my dad owned were hunting guns, none of the ones who's only purpose is for people to put holes in other people. We were taught to respect guns and never point it at any person no matter what.

To put it succintly, I have no problem with responsible hunters, but I do have a problem with people who think automatic rifles, saturday night specials and other weapons whose only purpose is for killing people belong in a home or near children. I have very mixed feelings with regaard to weapons and the horrible memories to go with it. When I was a sophomore in high school, one of my classmates was playing around with a gun, he thought was unloaded. He pointed it at his best friend, just fooling around. To make a long story short, one kid ended up dead, with other friends watching (I wasn't there), and the other kid had a breakdown, and spent some time at the Dakota Boys Ranch. He later turned his life around and last I heard he was doing well, but he and several friends will have to live with a memory nobody should have to live with, while another family had to bury their son. All because of one teenage moment of stupidity. So when Warren asked for a gun, even though it was an air gun shooting bb's not a "real" gun. The first thing I thought of was Duane.

Warren has finally resigned himself to the fact that he won't recieve it. Yesterday he said as much and than asked if we could go to Walmart and get something else. I was leary but he promised not to ask, and amazingly he kept his word. He ended up not getting anything, as he coudln't make up his mind, but I did get him some new pants for the summer as well as a Baby Stewie T-shirt (a trade off I'm more than willing to make), and I got myself a Darth Vader Pez Despenser.

After we got home I realized duh!!, we were almost out of milk, toilet paper, fruit and other essentials. After lazing around for a while (we had earlier that day walked to McD's to get him breakfast as a treat), he went biking with his friends and I walked to Sunmart to get some food and toilet paper. Lucky thing I was able to catch the bus home, as they had watermelon on sale. Man they were some good watermelon.

For dinner I ended up making some burgers (the extra lean), on my George Forman knock off, and some oven fries (like french fries but much healtier as they are made with a little bit of olive oil and cooked in a hot oven instead of deep fried), and some left over mac and cheese (which I didn't eat).

For dessert we pigged out on watermelon. Than Mike showed up. So far he has behaved himself. I made whole wheat blueberry pancakes again for breakfast adn this time,I was able to hid some extra wheat germ and wheat bran in them to up the fiber and nutrients since Warren only seems to eat if if he doesn't know he is eating it. No kidding when he didn't know the spaghetti was the kind with whole grains and omega 3's added, he sucked it up. When he thought it was whole grain, he wouldn't touch it. So I'v e gotten good at hiding nutrition in is food.

I am thinking aobut going for another walk later. I need the exercise, but it is already over 90 degrees outside. Warren and Mike are down the road at a friends with a pool (above ground collapseable kind), hopefully Mike took me serously when I told he Warren has to make sure he wears sunscreen. The kid burns like nothing, he will not tan only burn. I on the other hand, have started buying my tan in a bottle. I like the look of a tan, but not the melanoma that comes with it, if you get it the natural way. So I cheat.

Men may not want to read the rest of this, as it discusses female issues. So consider yourself warned. Why is it I almost never had a pimple my whole teenage life, but now that I am pushing 40 not only to I regularily find pimples, but I find them in the most odd places. Places one doesn't expect pimples, not just my face, my boobs, my back, my sholders, even on my ass. Of course they are always worse when it is hot out. I just found another on in the shower. It wasn't even pimply anymore. I barely scratched it and it was bleeding. Its really not fair. At least it is in a place that I can hide by wearing clothes.

Hope everyone has a good Memorial Day weekend. While you enjoying your day off, don't forget the reason for the holiday. Both my dad my grandfather as well as several of my uncles were veterans, including one I never met because he was shipped to Okinawa and never came back (there wasnt' enough of him to bury). So take time to remember those who left home and never came back. (oh and sorry for any bizarre spacing, but my space bar is sticking and doing other wonky things.

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In every neighborhood there is at least one house that all the neighbors gossip about. This is a diary from the woman who lives in that house. I am a single mother in her mid thirties. I live in North Dakota with my son, Warren.

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