Friday, March 27, 2009

Fashion, she is not my friend

I tried, but it’s really not all that much fun writing about other stuff. One person even seemed a kind of annoyed, I gave it a go, it didn't work out, so back to what I do best-me.

I'm not exactly what you would call a fashionista, I'm closer to a fashion-isn't-a. If you happen to have a sec, and you don't mind, I would really appreciate it if you could kindly spare a little girly advice. There is a catch though, I’m not willing to spend a lot of time on perfecting my look, so don't waste your breath telling me some secret recipe for eye cream that has to be cooked on the stove top for hours and then chilled to just the right temperature, for one thing I don’t have “a look” and B. I just don’t care that much about my lack of a look. I care just enough, and one thing I know for sure is that I am nearing the age where things stop holding themselves up and that is an ugly reality that a woman can only ignore for so long until people start to turn away when she enters a room. Before everything falls down and it’s too late, here’s what I need to know--

How on earth do you shave your knees? For the love of my daisy razor, I just can't do it. I try, but it never fails that I have a few stray hairs poking off my kneecaps. Sometimes they get a little long, and you can bet that’s embarrassing, or it would be, if anyone ever saw my pasty white knees. After 28 years of leg shaving you’d think I’d have a few tricks, but I don’t. So tell me, how do you do it? Is there some secret technique that I’m missing because I didn’t read the Girl Manual?

Next up- eyeliner. I don’t wear much make up, generally just mascara, but lately I've been feeling like I need something extra. More and more often I look as old as I feel. Other women seem to know just how to apply eyeliner so it doesn’t look like they are dancers in a Britney Spears music video. I, on the other hand, cannot figure it out. No matter what kind I use, within an hour it’s all smudged and looking like I just took a nap.

What kind of bra do you wear? Is that too personal? I don’t like underwire or anything lacy. Usually I end up wearing a sports bra or something along those lines and go around with everything looking all smooshed together. I would really like to be lifted and separated without feeling like if I twist the wrong way things are going to come flying out all over the place.

Lastly, I know that Crocs are on everyone’s bad list, but what about these? They’re not so terrible, are they? I think they're kind of cute, and I betcha they're light as a feather. (Be gentle, I might have ordered some already, you never know with me.)

Thursday, March 26, 2009

And then they will gather around the campfire

Okay, in an effort prove I can talk about something besides me, let’s chat about the Boy Scouts, shall we? After this you will probably be dying for me to return to narcissism.

First I want to say, I do not hate the Boy Scouts. Even though they do not sell cookies, I believe that the program run in its intended spirit can absolutely be a positive thing. The situation up for discussion today is, in my opinion, an example of the program NOT being run in its intended spirit and is in no way representative of the entire Boy Scouts of America organization.

I also should explain that we are LDS, and so are a lot of our friends. We attend church and our children attend scouts within our ward boundaries (go here, it’s a much clearer explanation of the whole “ward” business), it’s basically a district. Our scout leaders are members of our wards and much of the funding for scout activities comes from each ward’s budget, at least that is my understanding.

Still with me? Okay, we have some friends who are not in our ward, they live a couple miles away and are in a different ward. They happen to live in a fairly affluent neighborhood and they and their sons attend church and scouts with the other boys from their neighborhood. Every summer the scouts go to camp, usually for 4 or 5 days. Sometimes it’s to a nearby scout camp, other times they really camp and they go rappelling or something adventurous like that. It’s usually a lot of fun for the boys. We generally pay between $100.00 and $250.00 for each of our boys to go to camp.

This year the scout leaders in my friend’s ward have arranged to take the boys (they have 15-17 scout age boys in their ward) on the deluxe granddaddy “camping” trip of all time. These very lucky young men will be going to Catalina Island, off the coast of California, where they will spend 4 long hard days earning merit badges in scuba diving, kayaking, and tide pool observation (not really on the tide pool thing, but they might as well). This experience will cost each family $150.00 dollars per boy and it will cost the ward an additional $400.00 per boy. At 15 boys that is $6000 the ward is shelling out for this little vacation priceless experience. $6000.00!!!!!

Does anyone else find this as wasteful as I do? When my friend suggested to the leaders that these boys might have a more meaningful experience if they were to commit some of those funds and some hard work to a service project, it was explained to her that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity that the boys will never forget (ya think?!) and that it will be a chance for them to bond and forge relationships that will last a lifetime. I guess when you are doing service there is always the possibility you might get so caught up in the act of serving you could forget to bond. That would be a horrible waste of service to be sure.

I can’t help it, this makes me a little bit sick. I thought scouting was about building character and serving your fellowman. The fact that in our current economic climate anyone would think it’s a good idea to take a bunch of teenage boys on this kind of trip and pay for it with church funds makes me angry.

My husband has reminded me that it is not our ward doing this, and not my money being spent so blah, blah, blah……none of my business, blah….. probably will be fun for the boys, blahba di blah……..

Those things may all be true, and I realize that technically this has nothing to do with me. I guess I'm not very good at minding my own business.  I think it’s frivolous and wasteful. I feel as leaders and adults we have a responsibility to show good judgement and use restraint when necessary.  I’m sure those boys are going to learn something from this trip, but I bet it’s not the kind of thing you'll find in the Boy Scout manual.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

You probably think this song is about you

You’re so vain wrong. Nope, it’s about me, just like yesterday and the day before. How do you stand it? Why hasn’t someone mentioned how much time I spend talking about myself over here on the old blog? To be honest, it’s a little embarrassing the way I go on and on. And on and on and.........

As I settled in to pound out another fascinating post about, well, me, I suddenly thought to myself-“Hey! What makes you think anyone wants to read another one of your slightly narcissistic, somewhat introspective, posts today?” I was kind of shocked to hear myself talking to myself like that; I’m not usually so harsh (except when I’m at book group).

If you met me in real life I would tell you how I hate to be the center of attention, and I do, I HATE it. I’ve had nightmares about surprise parties where I am the guest of honor. I would tell you how public speaking makes me feel like I’m going to vomit, and it’s true, it does. Sweaty palms, weak knees, the whole package. Yet day after day, I come to the internet, a not so very private place, and spill my guts all over the place. Can anyone explain what would possess a person to do such a thing?

I really could be making better use of my time and yours. I mean, as long as I have your undivided attention (And I do, right? Your attention is undivided, isn’t it?) why don’t I write about something else? I’m perfectly capable, I’m not completely dense, at least not as dense as I could be, I care about stuff, like social issues and politics and the environment. It’s true. I don’t just sit around gazing at my navel all day. Just part of the day. I’m interested in things, like books, art, movies, and music. Here’s the real kicker, I’m interested in what other people think about all of those things too. I know, who would have thought, right? I'd be willing to bet you are interested in things besides what I'm up to, right? I thought so. And I don’t expect you guys to just read what I have to say and suffer in silence. Comment, converse, tell me how you feel. If you think I’m wrong, tell me why, I can take it, and if you think I’m right even better (just kidding!).

I'm really going to cut back on all of this me, me, me business. Tomorrow, a post about something besides ME. You can’t wait, right? Me either.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009


In Colorado a parrot has been given an award for alerting his owner that a child in her care was choking.  Okay, I'm super duper glad everything worked out and all, but an AWARD? For real?  What's the point?  It's not like the parrot can brag to his friends or pin his medal to his little birdie chest and wear it to work.  Honestly.  Is this the best news we can come up with?

What to do?

This evening I can either watch Biggest Loser, or go get my very own special edition copy of Quantum of Solace and spend the evening with my imaginary boyfriend.

Either one has the potential to be inspiring.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I wish I could say this is an unfamiliar feeling

The worst parenting advice I’ve ever been given. Hmm. Let your baby cry, don’t sleep with them, bite back. Who knows? I feel like such a mess as a mother, it clearly does no good to give me advice anyway.

When our oldest was born we lived in North Carolina, and I’m not saying that living in The South had anything to do with these words of wisdom, but I can’t rule it out either. Just before his first Thanksgiving (which would have put him at the ripe old age of 5½ months) the cashier at the grocery store noticed our son didn’t have any teeth yet and quite frankly she could not believe it. Her remedy was to just let him gnaw on the drumstick from the turkey at our family dinner. He'll love it, she promised and swore that she had done the same thing with all of her babies. I didn't want to be a stick in the mud, but probably because he was our first child, and I was overly cautious I just couldn’t bring myself to try it.

Wouldn’t you know, that was a decision I would live to regret when a couple months later one of my husband’s co-workers told me that if I ever wanted our baby to grow hair I really needed to feed him some cabbage. Well, I did want him to grow hair, eventually, I wasn’t desperate or anything, but sadly, since I had decided not to give him that turkey bone, in addition to being bald, he also was without teeth. Who knows how things might have turned out differently if only I had listened.

Since then I’ve been given so much advice I could write a really useless book. Some of it I’ve taken and some I’ve tossed aside. Does anyone really know how to raise kids the RIGHT way? (Besides Dr. Phil, I mean, that goes without saying, right?) And how do you know if it was something you did or just luck? I mean let’s face it, my mother was running around trying to be the president of the “Husband of the Month Club” when I was growing up, and I might be nuts, but all of my brothers turned out pretty dang good, so the part where I’m cuckoo I suppose she can claim, but my brothers, that’s all luck.

Being a mother is hard. So, so, very hard, probably equal parts hard for me and my kids. I honestly feel like I have spent the entire weekend either being the mean chore list mother, or the cranky don’t touch my stuff mother, for a few hours I was the “moderate a conflict between the dad and the kid” mother, tonight I am the disappointed because my kids seem to have completely disregarded every single manner we have ever tried to smash into their precious little skulls for the past 17 years mother. What I want to know is when do I get to be the gentle loving mother, or the fun fly by the seat of your pants mother?

I want to be grateful not guilty, silly not stressed, realistic not regretting. I don’t want my headstone to say “Thank goodness, now we can relax.”

Thursday, March 19, 2009

This post is NOT for my brother.

*I'm not kidding, go read about atom smashing or something. I’m going to rant about sex. You’ve been warned.*

From time to time I get to feeling a little overwhelmed, what with the kids, and the laundry, and the job, and the calling, and all of the cooking of the hot meals, and the ……….. You get the idea.

Saturday I had a very long to do list and possibly just a tch of PMS. I was feeling like there was no way I was going to be able to finish everything (probably because I am not even one tiny bit realistic when I make those stupid to-do lists of mine). Imagine, if you will, how touched I was when my husband sweetly asked if there was any thing he could do to help. I admit, that was pretty compassionate, if not somewhat out of character. I mean he’s a nice guy, but he’s not generally what I would call “sensitive”.

No” I told him, with a big sigh, “I just need a few minutes alone before I face the day.” Oh, I know, I get too worked up about things. I’ve actually been told it’s kind of charming. (not really)

I need a little time ALONE, I told him. Alone, that means, well, alone. Solitary. Solo.

That’s when he sat down on the edge of the bed and while gently rubbing my back said “Well, I can think of something that might help you relax.”


Now?! At this moment, when I have just explained to you, with tears in my eyes, that I am feeling swamped and all of our children are awake, all 5 of them, and 2 of them had friends sleep over and I have just taken a shower you want to have SEX?!!!? REALLY!? After 18 years of marriage you think for one second that I am going to fall for that one?

Look, I’m not unreasonable, I can even be fun when I feel like it, but really, what is it about a man that would make him think that on a busy Saturday morning when I am not feeling “romantic” at all, that it’s a good time for that kind of relaxation technique?

You know what? I didn't even react (visibly), I just said "hmm........ maybe later." Then I went into another room and screamed into a pillow.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Things that are keeping me up at night

If you suspect that someone who should like you, doesn’t seem to, and you can’t think of any reason why they wouldn’t, would you ask them if there was something amuck? Or would you ask her husband—your brother—what was going on?

I’m not a good dieter and I really don’t like to exercise, should I just throw in the towel, buy a flexible wardrobe (i.e. stretchy) and be done with it?

When your teenagers are out at night, do you wait up for them?

How wrong is it to not return the phone call of your crazy divorced friend when she leaves you a message saying she can’t wait to tell you what happened when she and her new boyfriend were at the same event with her ex-husband and his new girlfriend? Because, really, I can wait, a long time, like forever, to hear that story.

Do you cook a real meal every night for your family? Do you think I’m a loser because I don’t?

How often do you call your mother? I don’t call mine very often and I feel a little bad about it, but not bad enough to call her.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Can you believe I came home and fell asleep before I could finish telling you about my day?

I’m so rude.

Here’s how it went down. I made dinner. I nagged everyone to finish their homework. That's all, I just nagged them, I didn't do anyone's homework last night.  We went to the Pinewood Derby and I forgot my camera.

Wouldn’t you know, after I had taken it everywhere with me the entire day, that during the one event I should have been taking pictures, I wasn’t? The worst part was that our son was the big winner of this year’s race. It wasn’t bad that he won, it was bad because while he was busy being winner, I, his own mother, did not have her camera there to record for his posterity, his big win, therefore making me a loser.

I did however take pictures of the cars before the race-

The winner.
Ivy's car, which she raced during the "open class"(?) portion of the evening.
Then I came home and collapsed and I was out like a light, before the CSIs of Las Vegas even had a crime to solve.

Thursday, March 12, 2009


At 11:30 it was time to go pick up Eli.  For the 10th time in as many days I forgot that the route I normally take is under construction. Bonus.
Eli's school is having what seems to be it's bi-quarterly book fair.
Thanks to the buy one get one free deal he was able to get two really good books flip pens. 
After I safely delivered him to the house it was back to Ivy's school for my Art Masterpiece presentations.  The best part was when I asked the class what they first noticed when I revealed the print and a clever young man said "That it was boring."  Exposing children to culture is so rewarding.
I ran home, made a personalized license plate for Ivy's pinewood derby car and worked for another 2 hours. Thank heavens for a flexible job that I can do at home.
I picked Ivy up at 2:30.  As you can see from the pictures, everyone is getting tired of my documentation process.
Here we have the obiligtory shot of the sky.  The orange trees are blooming too.  It smells great.
Later I took Ivy and her friend to their clogging class.  Only one of them was up for another picture.
These are Ivy's clogging shoes.  Everyone else has white. She's her own woman.
Now I'm off to make dinner and mentally prepare for the for the pinewood derby.  It's really starting to feel like today is never going to end.

Then from 7:30 to 11:30

After I dropped off the cool boys, I came home and this son waved at me, I didn't even have to give him a ride to school.
I'm sure I should be ashamed of what I did next, but the truth is, no one is more ready for spring break than me.  I confess, I did my daughter's homework.  Sue me.
After I finished my worksheet, we were back in the car where I would spend the next hour.
First we took Ivy to her school.  (doesn't she look angelic in that light?)
Then I took Eli to his school.
As soon as he was out of the car I called my brother like I do every morning so he can fill me in on today's hot topics on talk radio. 
Then I dropped off my Netflix.
And went back to my daughter's school so I could spend an hour with the copy machine.
On my way home I once again noticed the sky.  It's huge here.
Put gas in the truck.
Got a little something to keep me going all day...
And headed home to work for the next two hours. Whew. I could use a nap. 

This is going to be REALLY fun.

I woke up this morning with some anxiety.  Today is one of those days that I know I'll get everything done, I'm just not sure HOW.  With that in mind, knowing that I do not really have even one extra minute to spare, I decided that it would be "fun" to document my progress here, on the ol'blog.  If for no other reason than at the end of the day I will have proof of all the things I was able to sqeeze in.  This post is my activity between 5:30 and 7:30.  I'm going to try to post updates throughout the day.  Because I am crazy and unrealistic.  Enjoy.
When I got up everyone else was still sleeping.  I love the way my daughter's room looks at night.  It's the only time her room is peaceful.
I made my bed.  Which I do every morning.  Two things my granny always told me to do-Wear nice panties and make your bed.  If you were to die in the middle of the day, she always said, the last thing you would want is for people to be talking about your holey underwear or the fact that you left your bed unmade.   Truer word were never uttered.
I did my hair.  Which I normally do not do every morning, especially not between 5:30 and 7:30, but I knew I wouldn't get another chance today.  I was however happy to note that not getting my bangs trimmed payed off, my hair is long enough that you can't see my eyes so I didn't have to bother with mascara, (the only make-up I usually wear).  On the other hand I will probably be doing that annoying "bang flip" thing all day so I can see.  Oh well, you can't have everthing.
Then I finally got my 2 week old netflix videos ready to return so I could have something new to watch this weekend.
This might surprise you, but I didn't add the Christina Aguilera story to my queue.
Then I took my surly teenagers to school.
They were both so happy to participate in the documentation of my day. But one of them refused to wave at me, he said he didn't want my readers to get a misimpression of him.  He wouldn't normally wave, and he's not doing it today.  Such a sweet, sweet, boy.
This one did wave, but he tried to make it look like he was asking me not to run over him so he would not lose any cool points.  I pretty much think if you are 17 and your mom still takes you to school, well, you aren't as cool as you think you are.  Right?
After I got rid of those two, I took a deep breath and noticed that the sky was really beautiful this morning. Sadly my camera doesn't do it justice.
When I got home my daughter was excited to show me her outfit.  She likes to mix it up.  I guess considering how I dress I can't expect too much.
I'll be back in a little while with the 7:30-9:30 events. 

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I should be able to sleep now.

Yeah, so remember last night when I took my giant tub of butter pecan up to my bedroom to see if Horatio Cain could solve another murder without blinding himself? I got settled in, and as soon as I relaxed I remembered something I was going to write about, not the thing from earlier, but important none the less, so I grabbed my little notebook that I keep on my bedside table for just such an occasion and I started writing. It was more like a stream of consciousness than a blog post, but that’s okay, streams of consciousness’ are important, and you can’t expect too much from a woman who’s trying to finish off a bucket of ice cream while trying to help (telepathically) Miami’s finest figure out which one of Steven/Trent’s wives finished him off. (turns out it was neither, didn’t see that coming)

Then my husband came in and said “Do you need the light on?” Hmm. I’m lying here scribbling away in my nightstand notebook so…… "Just for a few more minutes, is that going to be okay?” I could tell by the way he said “I guueeesssss” that it was NOT going to be okay, so I said that it was no big deal and I could finish tomorrow. Which was not true at all, because I was in the zone, but I can be generous when I feel like it, so I put my notebook away (not in a DRAWER though, how nice would that be?) and tried to go to sleep.

That’s when I got to thinking about how observant some people are, but me, not so much. And even though I tried to sleep through the snoring (like a CHAINSAW mind you) I could not, and I was compelled to visit my computer once again at this ungodly hour (midnight by now) and tell you this, because I knew you’d want to know.

I don’t pay much attention to my neighbors. I mean, I like them all just fine (some more than others, if you know what I mean) but I don’t have time to mind other people’s business, minding my own business is a full time job. When my mom comes to town she’s on vacation, and you can bet she has plenty of time to mind the business of others, even others who are complete strangers to her. Besides, she’s from the south, that’s how she rolls.

She will ask me “Now, your neighbor, the blonde with all those kids, she looks tired, do you think she’s well? Bless her heart, she could probably use a nap.” Or “I bet that bearded guy with his motorcycle has a mouth on him, doesn’t he? What’s his story? And that motorcycle, it’s so loud. How do you sleep through it?” Or “I noticed those two women who live alone together get a lot of packages from UPS, what’s that all about?” And if I answer “I think she looks great, I wish I looked that good” or “He’s actually one of the nicest guys you’d ever meet” or “Really, I never noticed that they get so many deliveries” Then she will be forced to spring into action.

First, she will tell me I could look that good, if I were willing to put a litte more effort into my appearance, then she will give me the look, like she can’t believe I care so little about my community, then she will shake her head slowly from side to side, and do that tsk, tsk thing to let me know that she is let down that I am not a real guardian of the homestead, then she will start spending time “reading” on the porch bench, or going for long walks with the kids. You know, to get some fresh air. “It’s too bad it’s so hot here and you can’t open your windows all that recirculated air gets so stale”, because really, even if she can only do it for two weeks of the year, someone needs to know what’s going on around here.

Then there’s my mother in law. Last time she was here she was convinced that she had overheard at church, that our neighbors were going out of town, but now there seemed to be a party going on at their house with all kinds of teenagers going in and out. Even when we told her that we had been out to dinner with those very neighbors, that very evening, and that as we spoke they were at home carousing with those hooligans, one of which was our very own son, she was still skeptical, she was pretty sure she heard them say they were going to be out of town. Besides, one time, at home, something similar happened and she was right, those kids were up to no good, and she hated to do it, but the time came when the law had to be involved. Those neighbors hardly talk to her anymore, but that's fine with her, she'd do it again in a heartbeat. Better safe than sorry you know!

I won’t even tell you about my Granny who is among the champion snoopers in all of the great state of Indiana. Why, she knows the business of everyone within a 50 mile radius, friend or foe. And she is glad to share those details with anyone who asks, and those that don't ask usually get a few details too.

My point is, (betcha thought I didn’t have one), that I hope I am never called upon to help any of those versions of CSI, because I just don’t think I have it in me to be a good witness.

What about you? Are you in the know, or out of the loop? Could the crime scene investigators count on you? Or would your alleged lack of knowledge cast you as a "person of interest" due to your unnatural lack of interest?

Monday, March 9, 2009

Sometimes I get distracted

I had a thought, I was going to write about it and I came straight to the computer, because I know my thoughts can be fleeting, and wouldn’t you know, before I could sit down and type one single word, it was gone. Just like that. And if that weren’t bad enough, my favorite sandals broke this afternoon. Don’t even try to act like the fact that they were 12 years old had anything to do with it. It’s tragic.

So, I’m going to take a big bowl of ice cream up and eat it in bed while I watch David Caruso try not to poke his eye out with his sunglasses on CSI Miami. Maybe, during commercial breaks I will remember which fascinating piece of my soul I had intended to share with you this evening.

Friday, March 6, 2009

Since you keep asking

The #1 thing I hate about facebook is that people keep asking me why I'm not on facebook.

*Thanks to Jan for the video.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

No wonder she can’t watch The Bachelor

A few nights ago my mother called, she had been snowed in at work for two nights and was unable to get home because the roads to her house were too treacherous. I almost cried because she works at Wal-Mart, can you imagine the horror of spending over 48 consecutive hours there? I considered calling in the National Guard. It was that bad.

---I’m just kidding. She doesn’t work at Wal-Mart; she works the front desk at the one Marriott in town. Cry me a river. I could stand to be snowed in at the Marriott for a couple of days. I do think she had been hitting the mini-bar though (do they have mini-bars at Marriott’s?), for someone who has been without her hot rollers for 3 days, she was pretty giddy.

We started talking about a trip she is taking this week, to Texas, and how her uncle wants to take her across the border to Mexico, but her mother (my Granny) doesn’t think she should go because it’s too dangerous. I think I said something about my Granny’s idea of danger being the fact that there is no Cracker Barrel in Mexico and told my mom she should be her own woman and head right on across the border for crying out loud and while she was there could she pick up some vanilla for me? Because everyone knows the best vanilla comes from Mexico, and I’m almost out. Danger, ha!

After that was settled I asked her if she was going to watch the Bachelor finale. “Oh no, I don’t watch The Bachelor” she said. “I don’t like the way he dates all those women at once and he kisses all of them, it’s just not right.”And all the drama, it’s silly.” “Nope, I don’t watch it.”

I think that was the mini bar talking.

Yesterday my sister-in-law called to tell me that my mother’s 2nd husband died last weekend. Mom was a little upset when she called to give her the news. First of all, my mother wasn’t sure how she was “supposed to feel” about the man who beat her and threatened her with a gun throughout their marriage being dead (too bad she didn’t call me because I knew right away exactly how I felt about it), then there was the fact that she wasn’t going to be able to talk about this tragic loss with the man she lives with now because that would mean she would have to tell him that she got the news from her 3rd husband (who is the cousin of the dead 2nd husband) and her current “companion” doesn’t know she still talks to #3 “every now and then”.

Oh the tangled web we weave.

Before getting off the phone with my sister-in-law, my mother was able to pull it together enough to ask if, by the way, my dad (husband #1) had sent any pictures of his new wife. She was just curious. She definitely was not planning to take copies of those pictures with her on her dangerous trip to Texas/Mexico and saying catty things about my dad’s new wife. Nope. No siree. She doesn’t go in for all the drama.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Don’t hold back

Tell me what you think.

This morning I read that a bill has been introduced to congress that would amend the Brady Handgun Violence Prevention Act and would affect the way firearms are sold. You can read a little about it here or here.

A few items covered in the bill are-

*Prohibiting transfer or receiving of a qualifying firearm unless the recipient presents a valid firearms license, the license is verified, and the dealer records a tracking authorization number.

*Prohibiting transfer of a firearm to any person other than a licensee, unless the transfer is processed through a licensed dealer in accordance with national instant criminal background check system requirements

*Prohibits failing to report the loss or theft of the firearm to the Attorney General within 72 hours

*Prohibits failing to report to the Attorney General an address change within 60 days

*It prohibits keeping a loaded firearm, knowingly or recklessly disregarding the risk that a child is capable of gaining access, if a child uses the firearm and causes death or serious bodily injury. Basically, there is a provision that states your gun must be locked and stored in a way that no person under the age of 18 years old has access to it.

Some of those apposed to the bill are upset because this would change the law so that all gun purchases would have be registered, meaning that buyers will have to be fingerprinted, supply a current Driver's License, and a Social Security number would be required if they want to own any gun. They say their rights are being limited. This law would put a stop those midnight runs to Wal-mart for beer, smokes, and huntin’ rifles. No wonder people are angry about this.

Personally, I don’t think most people have any need to own a firearm at all (go on, let me have it), BUT if they are going own one, it needs to be registered. The idea that you can walk into a sporting goods store or a gun show and come out with a gun has always seemed insane to me. If you are a law abiding citizen with nothing to hide who just wants to go out and shoot some bunnies or tin cans, for the life of me I cannot understand why you would be apposed to a background check or a waiting period. Selling a car to my neighbor is more regulated than selling him my old shotgun. I have really never understood how anyone’s rights are violated by the banning of automatic weapons or amour piercing bullets. If anything I feel like my right to feel secure is being violated when these things are so easy to acquire.

Recently here in Arizona an 8 year old boy shot and killed his father and another man with a .22 caliber rifle in their home. I am not stupid enough to think that the passage of this bill is going to make even a small dent in most criminal activity but if there is the slightest possibility that this bill could prevent cases like this one I’m all for it.