The silly bandz craze has hit us. As of now, he only has the ones that are shaped like cars and trucks. Because he is so young, and really does not know any better, I don't think that this is an issue. He is just thrilled to be a part of the fad. And, oh my gosh, how cute is this child?
Kevin worked nights last night and that for me, as always, means that I did not sleep well. A few weeks ago a friend of mine called me to let me know that a sex offender had just gotten out of prison and was living just two blocks away from us. I was extremely upset because I had finally unpacked the last of the boxes and now we were going to have to move again. My husband assured me that moving would not be necessary.
I was not alone in my upsetness and fear. My neighbors were also alerted to the news and rallied. They printed up some flyers and distributed them to all of the residents within the criminals radius. We had a long conversation with the boys about what they should do should they see this person. We also found out that one of the neighborhood girls had just seen the person, at the park! Why? I ask you, Why are convicted sex offenders allowed to live near parks?
These are a few of the laws that we residents of New Jersey must obey:
-It is illegal to wear a bullet-proof vest while committing a murder.
-You cannot pump your own gas.
-You may not slurp your soup.
-It is illegal to delay or detain a homing pigeon.
Heaven forbid we offend someone's sensibilities by slurping our soup, or detain a homing pigeon from delivering its news that, what? The Redcoats are coming?
But, yes, let's expose our children to a sex offender in a park. Stupid New Jersey. Stupid laws that protect the scum of the earth instead of law abiding citizens. Gah!
Anyway. I barely slept and now, for some strange reason I have the song Rock and Roll Hootchie Koo running through my head. Maybe now you will, too.
May 20, 2010