It is your 16th birthday and you finally get to get your gun license!  You have taken a gun class and read the gun safety manual and your parents bring  you to the DGC (Department of Gun Control) and you take the test to get your provisional license.   You smile for your picture after passing the test and place your shiny new license in your wallet right next to where you will put the registration for the gun you will soon purchase.

After a year of responsible use under the supervision of someone who has been a responsible owner for years, you are able to get a real license and have less restrictions on your use. 

Five years go by and it is time to renew your license and your registration. You return to the DGC and retake the vision and safety tests to make sure you still are able to responsibly use your gun.  You bring your gun with you to show that you are still in possession of the firearm registered in your name. If you had any major violations, you would have paid major fines and/or had your gun taken away from you already. 

Your friend, however, has not been able to keep his gun license.  He was caught using it while under the influence of alcohol and has been ordered to turn in his gun until after his probationary period and education class is over.   And your grandfather, who has dementia, has had his license to use a gun removed as well because he went before a medical board who deemed him unfit to use a gun.

Imagine….imagine if we were as strict with the use of a deadly weapon as we are with the use of a car! 

Gun proponents use the ‘guns dont kill people, people kill people’ argument quire often. The truth is that people kill people with guns just like people kill people with cars.  Of course it isn’t the cars fault!  However as a society we have realized that licenses, registrations, medical tests and boards, fines, tickets, etc, are extremely beneficial and lifesaving. Yet, we dont hear the outcry of ‘They are limiting our freedom to own cars!’ or  ‘They want to take our cars!’

Let’s take my analogy a step further!  Do we allow citizens to own and operate tanks on our nation’s roadways? Of course not.  So, why do we allow people to own and operate assault weapons that don’t have any practical civilian use?  And we have to take our cars to get emissions tests – we have to get them inspected for safety purposes.  Could we not do the same for guns?  I believe a responsible gun owner should have to prove that their guns are being stored in a safe manner and that they aren’t accessible to children and/or unlicensed people.

We have restrictions and laws revolving around driving that have been put in place as the world has changed.  We have had to start to put texting and driving laws into place as we have learned that texting and driving is a dangerous practice.  Our world is changing and gun laws and restrictions need to be adapted accordingly.   Our founding fathers had no experience with rapid-fire firearms and certainly not with their use in mass school, mall, and theater killings.

I understand that this is an extremely controversial topic for many people, and I might hear a lot of arguments over my logic.  My father was a responsible gun owner and respected their power.  I understand that people can and do own guns responsibly.  If you are one of those people, then you have nothing to hide.  Yes, you would have to jump through hoops that you don’t currently have to jump through, but if it saves just one life…just one innocent life…imagine…






Too Tired to Think of a Title…


I am tired. And when I say tired, I don’t mean the ‘I could use a short nap’ kind of tired. I mean the head pounding, fuzzy thinking, dark circle, painful kind of tired. I brought this tired upon myself a little over a year ago by getting pregnant again. My now 6-month-old baby, while I love him dearly, is my nightly nemesis.


Look into those eyes – he has something evil planned.

Sometimes it is hard to believe that people (women) have been doing this nighttime dance forever. This weekend a friend reminded me that sleep deprivation is a well-known form of torture. Hmmmm… Perhaps my son was some sort of secret agent in a past life and is using his finely honed skills against me. I swear I have no information! If I did, I wouldn’t remember it because I am too tired!

This One’s For You, Larry…


In response to my thoughts on happiness, a friend (that’s you Larry) shared with me that he once heard a priest ask his congregation why people so often focus on the “why me” when bad things occur but not when good things occur. We never hear people say, “Why did –fill in the blank good thing- happen to me?” and “Why am I so lucky?” We tend to question why we are the victim but not necessarily why we are the fortunate. Is it that we feel when something bad happens that we are being punished but when something good happens, well, that is just the way it should be? Perhaps we should all honor our “good stuff” as much as we do our “bad stuff.”

Unhappy people tend to focus on the bad more than they do the good. Not sure which came first, the chicken or the egg, but I am determined to use preventative measures to avoid complete and utter sorrow. So, in my quest for this elusive happiness – this new practice I am trying to undertake — I am going to focus on the good today.

I was quick to want to dismiss 2012 because, as this same friend said, “2012 has been kind a jerk.” As hard as it is for me not to write about the bad stuff and curse its very existence, I won’t even mention it and instead will provide my list of the good stuff I have been able to salvage:

1. We found an answer to my daughter’s health problems, and she is on the road to better health.
2. I became closer to my brother and sister and realized what an amazing team we are.
3. The 2012 election season was rewarding and encouraging with same-sex marriages being voted legal in my state. Kindness is prevailing.
4. The air in my house is now warm, more humid, and purified thanks to being able to afford a new and state-of-the-art HVAC system. Thank you dad for helping me to keep my family warm at night. I didn’t want to be able to afford it this way, but I am glad to smile whenever I think that it is you keeping us warm.
5. My credit card bills are paid off after years of struggling despite our hard work. Thank you again dad.
6. My husband was promoted at work and his hard work is finally being rewarded.
7. And, most importantly, I had a beautiful, amazing healthy baby boy who has made my family complete and whose smile lights up a room.

My Beautiful "Good Stuff"

My Beautiful “Good Stuff”

That was more than I thought I could come up with. Perhaps all of us who are quick to dismiss a day, a month, a year should take the time to find those small and big things that actually prove us wrong – maybe that time wasn’t “a jerk” and maybe it was that we are letting that powerful jerkiness cloud the beautiful things that actually occurred.