2: April 2003 Archives

I'm ambivalent on the issue of gun control. I've got no inherent problem with hunters, and some people need weapons for their own protection. But can I just tell you how uncomfortable this article makes me?

And I quote:

Florida Gov. Jeb Bush thanked the National Rifle Association Saturday for helping elect his brother president in 2000.

..."Were it not for your active involvement, it's safe to say my brother would not be president of the United States," the younger Bush said.

The governor said he and his brother both support the NRA's contention that the Second Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, which contains "the right to bear arms," is an individual right with few restrictions.

"The sound of our guns is the sound of freedom," said Bush, to thunderous applause from the gun group.

Last I checked, the sound of guns is (often) the sound of warfare and violence.

I promise I'm not getting a kick-back for this. Let me tell you. If you ever feel sluggish in the morning, or even in the evening, for that matter, my friend Feith sells this soap called Wakey Wakey. It's this blend of mint and rosemary botanicals, and it is SO yummy. The soap comes in sort of a half-cylinder, flat on the bottom and rounded on the top. So what you do is, you start right underneath your chin, and using the rounded part of the bar, you wash your neck with this cooling minty soap. Then you move on to your shoulders and your collar bones. The rounded side has a little less of the botanical stuff, so it's not as exfoliating as the flat side is, so it's great for more sensitive skin. By the time you get to your armpits, your day will be looking up. It is heavenly.

My blogswap entry was written for Josh at Collective Observations.

It's not that there isn't anything to write about; it's just that I find I've developed a life when I wasn't paying attention, and I can't figure out where all the time goes...