1st World Problems

So, I don't really know how to talk about this, but with most things, I tend to feel better once I had thought them out in writing. This time I am talking about guns.  Growing up I can't say I ever thought a lot about guns. I mean, I knew they were out there and knew that some of my family members had them, but I never saw them. This proves the "out of sight, out of mind" theory I guess. And because I never saw them I am guessing that means that in any houses I was in that had a firearm in them, the owner of the weapon was careful to store them properly. If not locked up, they were put away somewhere properly.  There has, however always been something about guns. Even though I never saw them (except in media) I was always afraid of them. In my mind, something that has that kind of power shouldn't just be out and about. There should be no easy access to something that basically has the sole purpose to kill some other living thing.  A gun can't be used to slice ...

 Here we go with a brand new month.  June brings with it many busy days, my daughter will be graduating from junior high, my son will find out when he goes into the navy, and it's finally summer. All very exciting things. June brings with it all of the end-of-school-year stuff as well. Last night we attended my daughter's last band concert at this school. She played, she emceed, she told some bad jokes. It was a good night for her. One highlight of the night though gave me a little bit of hope in our society. I would like to see it as a purely Canadian moment, but I don't think our country is the only one that looks out for each other.  Anyways, the venue the concert was held in has paid parking lots. For whatever reason, of the four pay stations that were in the lot, only one was working. The line got longer and longer as the machine wasn't exactly all the way user-friendly. This is where the good part came in. When someone would finish paying for their parking would f...