Health Hazards of Second Hand Bullets

November 20, 2014


You cannot light up in any sort of public building anymore, but you can carry a loaded weapon pretty much anywhere you want, even into a bar in some states. It seems that our government is doing a bang-up job of protecting us from the dangers of second hand smoke, but what about the dangers of second hand bullets?

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not one to want to take away anybody’s rights, or “rahts” as they call them in some parts of the country, but I’m just asking:

Does your right to carry a gun override my right not to be gunned down?

The government seems to be so effective at enforcing some laws, yet others just go by the wayside. Even when gun laws are in place, the police seem helpless to enforce them. It’s not about people having guns, after all, it’s about the wrong people having guns. Total wackos seem to be able to get hold of guns willy nilly, and go about committing murder and mayhem in the worst possible places, like elementary schools and college libraries.

But seat belts — hey, everybody has to wear a seat belt. Click it or ticket, right? So maybe that’s the answer. We should pass a law that everybody has to wear a bullet proof vest when they leave the house.

“Are you wearing your bullet proof vest, ma’am?” the officer said, leaning into the car. “Because I think I can see your nipples poking through your blouse.”

If everybody had guns and wore bullet proof vests, then we wouldn’t have situations like we had in Ferguson, Mississippi, where the police inadvertently whacked an unarmed n’er-do-well — oh excuse me, teenager. The dude in question would have been wearing a vest, AND he would have been armed, so it would have been a fair fight. If, for some reason, the perp wasn’t wearing a vest, then it would have been his own fault because he was breaking the law by going commando. And if he didn’t have a gun, well then that would have been his own fault, too.

Of course, he might have fired back on the police officers, but hey, the cops get to wear vests too. It could all be just like a national game of laser tag, as long as no one started taking head shots. Imagine what sort of helmet laws we’d have to put in place then.

I’m getting a warm fuzzy, thinking about the darling little bullet-proof onesies, armor-plated strollers and Teflon teddy bears you could buy at the baby store. And what could be more exciting than picking out Baby’s first handgun?

Imagine the jobs we could create, for factory workers cranking out Kevlar vests. Detroit would be back in business, manufacturing armor plating and bullet proof glass retrofits for older automobiles.

We could solve the illegal immigration problem by making it against the law to sell body armor to anyone without the proper papers.

Back to second-hand smoke. My first husband was a chain smoker, and since everyone at work smoked as well, I was exposed to cigarette smoke 24/7. I went from being a perfectly healthy young woman to waking up one morning in the middle of an asthma attack. And if you don’t know what that’s like, imagine that you have a really bad stuffed up nose, and then put a piece of duct tape over your mouth and you get the picture.

A “specialist” diagnosed me with allergic rhinitis, and told me I was allergic to pretty much everything it was possible to inhale, including hog hair. Who tests for hog hair? This was L.A. — Los Angeles, not Lower Alabama. I asked the doctor if this sudden onset of adult allergies and asthma could have something to do with the cigarette smoke I was breathing in every day and he replied, “we don’t show that you’re allergic to tobacco.”

They wanted to give me shots, but I took the easy way out and got rid of the husband. After that I was fine. No more asthma, no more allergies.

That was in the ’80s, and now they know that cigarette smoke can trigger allergies, asthma and worse. Second hand smoke kills. And so do second hand bullets.

Happy Veterans Day

November 11, 2014

The Veteran’s Day parade on Monday at the kid’s school:




It’s funny, the kids all started off smiling and waving, but by the time they got all the way around the field and came up behind us, which is when I took these pictures, their expressions had changed.  Click on the picture to enlarge it and you’ll notice they’re all frowning…

Lissa, you can probably pick out my little munchkin, the one making the funny face, with the dee-luxe haircut I gave him myself…  (Oh God, I’ve turned into our mother!)

Thanks Peewee

November 11, 2014

Yes I CAN annililate a post when posting from my cell phone. Thanks for fixing it! Hey why don’t you come for Thanksgiving? You can drive to fort myers leave the car and take the ferry to key west? I’ll pick you up? Leave the little ones with the EX? I buy you the ferry ticket.
The grouchy bastard will be in Homestead.

Not a bad idea, Lissa.  Could we eat with Lillian and Wayne again?  You’d have to promise to make your chewy mashed potatoes…  Hey, maybe we could make some of that yummy cheese fondue.  A but nontraditional, but since when are we traditional?  I’ll have to get the car checked out, though.  I think it may have some problems.  I’ve been holding off taking it to a mechanic since I got no money.


New Header photos please?

November 9, 2014

Hey Peewee,
Please change our Header? I really can’t stand to see those pics of us. We look like over the hill stoned hippees. Find some fun photos What about the old ones I sent you?

Boy Lissa, you sure know how to annihilate a post. I just got through fixing those jumbled pix and text.

I’ll get busy on a new header soon, but I’ve been working long hours to pay the rent. It’s not Hawaii, but in Hawaii I was forced to sign up for food stamps – hoping to avoid that here…

Meanwhile, it’s off to the kid’s school for a Veteran’s Day parade. I get to give a speech to his class. (Don’t join the army, kids!) — just kidding, sort of.

Bummer about the dog fines. Nice neighbors you got there…


The Dogs of Winter…

November 8, 2014


nobody likes a Debby Downer.  I know what you’re really hoping to see – more cute dog pictures!

Gettin' a little chubby, definitely spoiled, thinks he's a cat.  Still pees when you look at him funny, though...

Gettin’ a little chubby, definitely spoiled, thinks he’s a cat. Still pees when you look at him funny, though…

Also spoiled, and lovin' the cooler weather now.

Also spoiled, and lovin’ the cooler weather now.

Uno loves the cooler weather, but Grover needed a little somethin' extra...

Uno loves the cooler weather, but Grover needed a little somethin’ extra…

Here are my spoiled brats.

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You’re right Peewee, no one likes a Debby Downer.  Especially me being married to a Donny Downer

I just had a very bad month too. I thought Animal Control was going to take a dog or two from me. Neighbors called them. Instead I just paid a $400 fine. I had a whole lot of unplanned expenses. Including a unplanned new office move. subsequent office equipment purchases. Additional car repairs (major) from my car accident. Not paid by insurance. Unplanned extra rent. Took a week off because I went up north to be with Daddy for his surgery No Pay. Husband asking for extra allowance. Major Dog cancer surgery. Four Dog license fees and tags for new county. I top it all off menopause has reared its ugly head and I haven’t had a period for months!

Living in a Fugue State

November 6, 2014


It’s been about a month and a half since either Lissa or I have blogged.  It started with our Dad having some major medical issues and eventually undergoing heart surgery.  Some people babble like lunatics in times of crisis.  Our family, with one notable exception, more or less tends to clam up.  Thankfully, he’s recovering, but it’s a long, slow process.  Lissa was able to be there for the surgery, to lend a bit of moral support and whatnot.  Me, I am but eight hours away by car but I might as well be back in Hawaii, with my furniture — which I will probably never see again.  Every time I think I am finally making some progress with my financial situation, circumstances conspire to slap me down, and squash any ambitions I might have had, of one day having curtains, rugs or even a television that’s less than 20 years old and doesn’t take a half an hour to warm up.

Some days I just feel like throwing in the towel.  What’s the point of struggling?  Life is like quicksand.  The harder you struggle the deeper it gets.  You try and you try and you try and you try, and everything just goes south in the end.  Every small victory is really a defeat in disguise, awaiting the opportunity to reveal its true nature.  Everything seems darkest before the dawn — of another crummy, miserable day.

The ex-spousal unit tells me I’m lazy.  Says I should get a “real” job.  So — you want fries with that?

Hey Peewee,
Put your big girl panties on and pull up your boot straps! You are way too educated, gifted, talented, intelligent, I could go on and on here, to go down this path!!!!!

Look in the want ads and find a part time job to supplement your writing because your ex-to-be is taking the kid off your hands during the week. Get a job at a bar, store or at a graphics place. I’ve done it and would do it again. Meet people that way. You’ve done it before. Do it again! Its time to get back out there. DO IT!

Gone to the Dogs

September 13, 2014


Happy Birthday, Lissa, and just let it all hang out today — sort of like Uno here, just kicking back on the nice cool tile…

We’re officially in the new house — spent the first night here last night. It’s still kinda empty, but I have a desk (partial – I haven’t put it together), computer, internet hookup, table and chairs and a bed to sleep on. And an ADT security system for when we’re away (while we’re here, the dogs are my alarm.)

Speaking of dogs, look what Grover did to his new toy — took off the right eye the very first day, just to make it match…


Those two are thick as thieves (Grover and Uno, not Grover and the stuffed flea) these days, enjoying their new yard. Hope you’re having a happy birthday, Lissa — what am I saying, of course you are! Probably having a big party in your new tiki hut. Okay, I’m going to fix myself a martini…


Thanks Peewee

This was a very low key birthday year!  Quiet dinner with good friends.  No Freaky Tiki action yet.  Sigh….


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