The Cookbook Junkies

I can’t feel hatred for this 23 year old mad man who ended 33 lives including his own.

Why was a 23 year old, obviously disturbed young man who was hospitalized for mental illness allowed to purchase two semi-automatic hand guns??

We’ll never have gun control in this country but maybe we should have ammo control. If someone passes the mandatory test for a gun for “protection” they should be allowed one round of ammo – it should all be computerized and unless this person has used the gun to protect himself (police reports, etc.) then they shouldn’t be allowed to purchase more ammo. — Target practice – at each target shooting facility – ammo can be purchased but has to be used on the premises – and this should be monitored. If we have HUNDREDS OF BILLIONS of dollars to fight a war we shouldn’t have gotten into in the first place – we can have the same amount to monitor guns/ammo purchases etc. All of this has to be cheaper than 32 victims funerals and 32 victims families being ruined.

If only I were Queen.

I haven’t felt like posting. I’m feeling really tired and down – I let things get to me too much, I made myself sick about the nor’easter, now the Virginia Tech shooting…I think it is time for us to pull out of Iraq – let Allah help them. Let’s help ourselves…flood and storm victims, VT families are going to need counseling and help to get through this, Don Imus needs a job (he has said stupid things for 40 years, Al Sharpton and Rev. Jackson have made bigoted remarks – why now and why him? – I’ve been called worse than a NHH and usually before breakfast without having left the house), Donald Trump needs a brain transplant as his isn’t working (he sent Barbara Walters the teddy that Rosie O’Donnell wore in Exit to Eden)…there is just too much to take care of here in the US.

Jim complains every day about the “toy” situation in our house. I just can’t get to going through them – with eating fine chocolates all day and banging the pool boy (the Rath park pool because we don’t have one) – I can’t get to sorting out the toys.

My schedule:

Up at 6 a.m. — pack Jim’s lunch, phone, and newspaper (after I retrieve it from the driveway). Find his pager and put it on the bed (I just made) next to his wallet – so he doesn’t forget either. Warm up the car – take Jim to train station.

Back at home at 7 a.m. – change and feed Andrew. Clean up kitchen, bath – etc. Play with child.

9 a.m. – either Andrew’s school, PAL gym play time, Children’s museum or errands; laundry, etc…

11:30 a.m. – prepare Andrew’s lunch – feed him and play with him.

12:30 p.m. – exercise – 40 minutes or more; shower; then start prepping dinner.

3:00 – 5:00 p.m. play more with child, dust living room (have to every day – where does all that dust come from?), put toys in receptacles – as Andrew’s favorite word now is “dump”. Andrew doesn’t take a nap anymore. Last week he took over 100 books off his book case looking for “this one” he tells me.

5:00 p.m. prepare Andrew’s dinner, give him his medicine, give him a bath.

7:00 p.m. pick up Jim from train station, fix his dinner plate, prepare his lunch for next day. Fold laundry and put it away, straighten up toys and clean up kitchen.

9:00 p.m. – maybe sit and watch t.v. for an hour if I can stay awake.

10:00 p.m. lapse into a coma

I love my life. I’m lucky to stay home with Andrew but I am very busy and I need to do better – better post this and get back to my duties or it won’t look favorably on my review.

Mothers. We understand all languages.

“I want zero roll.” My husband’s brain almost caught on fire trying to figure that one out…I said casually, “that is so easy…he wants some cereal.”

Mothers. We understand all actions.

Hitting, biting, and flaying about – doesn’t mean we need to call an exorcist – it means – “I’m really, really tired and I need someone to force me to take a nap.” (could also mean that “daddy doesn’t understand I want some zero roll and if you don’t get him out of my reach – I’ll hurt him.”

Mothers. It’s a hard job but someone has to do it.