We have three of them…


I have multiple kidinbox’s.  I utilize the name to provide a little anonymity.  That stated, I find it interesting that a kid needs to demonstrate more than tell.  Kidinbox had dental work.  To do so, and get better cooperation, I signed for conscious sedation.  This essentially means that Versed is used to shut off the hypocampus and allow no memory of the event.  Nitrous gas was also used to make cooperation of a greater likelihood.  Local anesthetic was injected for the actual pain control and papoose board was used to ensure cooperation.  With all of that, it still took the dentist, 2 aides, and a parent to get the job done.  I’ll pass on describing the details as it looks horrible, but really isn’t.  I’m a nurse.  I had to explain that fact to the aide.  You aren’t going to scare me.  We were placed in a room that had a massage chair.  After a while, I took note of the sign on the door which announced that this chair was for the adults.  I verified that the dental group had more issues with the parents than the kids.  Sounds like little league.  Anyways, back to kidinbox.  Soft food or shake were the only menu items recommended and there was a burger joint close that had shakes.  We went and obtained lunch for everyone.  On arrival at home, it was apparent that there was no equilibrium existing in kidinbox.  Two handed guiding was required to get this kid down the sidewalk and into the living room.  I mean literal two hands on pressure to keep face plant from occurring – again.  Yes, we learn one fall at a time.  So, I had realized that gravity was an accurate and full-time competitor and keeping kidinbox from having a flat nose required extra attention.  We made it into the living room and to the recliner next to the fish tank whereupon kidinbox was placed to reside and enjoy a shake in safety.  Mom gets home.  Kidinbox cheerily announces, “mom, I can’t walk,” then proceeds to get off the chair and at a step or two face plants on the carpet.  I guess telling mom wasn’t good enough.  Demonstration was required.  Sigh.

The other day kidinbox decided to help make breakfast.  We had left over biscuits and a little sausage from a roll, so I put together a sausage gravy, warmed the biscuits in the toaster oven to get them as close to fresh as possible, scrambled eggs and cooked them with cheese and a smattering of spices.  Lastly, bacon occupied another pan quietly sizzling its presence.  Kidinbox helped in some area with most of these items.  That included breaking the eggs, whipping them, adding the cheese and just before the breakfast was finished I observed some eyes light up and a cheerful kidinbox exclaim, “poptart!”  Kidinbox ran to the end of the counter and picked up the remaining item of the two-pack that was saved in a sandwich wrapper.  The desire to eat that poptart blew away any preference for all the things which had been so carefully prepared on the stove.  (head shake)

A good guy with a gun.

How do you get good guys with guns?

Raise good guys and then train them.

Here is a good start.

For those whining about risk and not wanting firearms available, who do they want when the chips are down?  There just seems to be a responsibility issue with them not wanting to be responsible for their own safety.  If a person isn’t responsible for themselves, who will be?  Dr. Laura had a caller with whom she was working for a while, then finally had an exasperated moment – “Why am I working harder on your problem than you are?”  It was an interesting observation.  The caller wanted more effort from the other end of the phone than they wanted from the person in the mirror.

Now granted, for the most part, those who want everyone disarmed are simply playing the communist card and removing opposition to rule.  The second amendment was placed there precisely because our founders knew the depravity of man and desire to rule and provided the ultimate defense to the population against such a government.

I’m happy to see training on firearms being passed to another generation.  That provides me hope for our future.

I have adopted a new morning strategy.  This comes as a result of the climate and machinery available.  The air conditioner has been running constantly.  I mean that in the fullest sense of the word.  The house was in the low 80’s.  I looked at the outside unit and noted that there was condensation on the return pipe, there was drainage from the condenser unit and the compressor was not iced.  That done, I checked the returns and noted the filters needed changing.  Not a problem, and in the afternoon, a new set of filters adorned the cold air return.  In our case, the hot air returns.   The problem persisted.  The next consideration was that the coil in the unit in the attic was either dirty or iced.  I waited until Saturday morning and opened the unit to discover a cake of ice on the top five inches of the fins.  Deicing commenced and I started the unit again with hopes that it would go back to normal.  Apparently, it was not designed for 108 degrees outside.  Anyways, to keep it from icing again, I am turning off the unit, but leaving the blower running for two hours every morning.  With this practice, we have been to about 80 in the daytime and 76 at night and the air conditioner running constantly.  I’m ready for October.

The dream master was singing a song.  I was shopping in a bigbox store, seeking some morsel on the top  shelf.  *knock, knock*  Wait a minute.  This is not dream material.  I crawl into low consciousness and answer the door.  Kidinbox is wanting help.  Interesting, as normally the sibling would be the waking kind and tell of a nightmare or wet bed.  Oh well, off we go.  I am led into the bedroom to take care of the resident arachnid.  Yes, somehow this child woke to find an inoffensive spider minding his own business in the corner.  He must have been trying to escape the heat.  After all, spouseinbox informed me that someone had noted a couple hobbits tossing a ring into his backyard.  They must have traveled from Minnesota or other such northern state.  Our doc, at work, is going on a fishing trip and telling us how the highs are going to be about 78, etc.  Ugh, the snot.  At least the doc has to return and go through the warming phase.  Back to the spider – I identified this to kidinbox as a garden spider and was informed that I must rid the bedroom of this pest.  Remember this is o-dark-thirty and I am just minutes from a mental shopping trip.  OK.  I go to the kitchen and find a square plastic storage container.  Square is important as that allows more of the container to be close to the wall when approaching the beast.  I will accept credit at that much mental acuity.  There was an old envelope on the counter being used for notes, but now requisitioned to slide along the wall once the arachnid was securely imprisoned in the plastic.  I approach the corner, place the container in proper orientation and wouldn’t you know that this sucker was an airborne ranger?  He was gone off that corner parachuting into the abyss of bed/toys/bedframe crack.  Crap.  Wait a minute.  There was no verbalization behind me.  I pull off the toys looking at each for this rogue foreign agent and do not find him.  About that time a sound is noted behind me.  Flushing.  Oh, cool.  Kidinbox wasn’t observing the interaction and the plastic prison was on top of the dresser out of direct eye contact.  OK.  Now all I have to do is play it cool and hope kidinbox doesn’t ask to see the prisoner.  Kidinbox returns to the room asks for a handhold while going  back to bed.  Yea!  I don’t give the slightest hint or suggestion towards the corner, toys, or plastic container.  Prayers said, handholding accomplished, and the mental shopping trip, or whatever else the subconscious wants to pursue is awaiting.  World, I will see you later.  As for the arachnid, I will see him later too.  This time with a much faster hand and done when fully conscious.  Cue Schwartzneggar, I’ll be back.

Remember that she is 14.

Good training somewhere in her past.  Congrats.  That is what the parents are supposed to do.  More chilling for the left, think about her voting prospects in the future when one of them starts spouting manure about the second amendment…


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