So I Did Think about Posting Yesterday

As older son and I were cleaning handguns last night, it did cross my mind that I had not yet posted anything here. I thought about taking a photo of the dissembled guns and how I could note that I had finally become Ziva David without the accent or dark hair. But my hands were awash in solvent and oil, making me not want to pick up either of the nearby cameras. You'll just have to imagine it. As for not posting yesterday, perhaps I shall post twice today. My blog, my rules.

Lock and Load!

We went pistol shooting this morning, and my first shot with the revolver I got for my birthday was a bullseye. Most of the following shots were not quite as accurate, but I'm still pleased with how well I shot. Hello Kitty keyring? It holds the keys to my gun cases and trigger locks.

Dispatch from the Checkout Line

I was at Walmart this morning--I know, Walmart, but where else could I get both of the items I'm about to mention--and had unloaded my items onto the belt. Behind me in line was a mother with a boy and a girl in the five- to seven-year-old range. The conversation went something like this.

Little Girl: You're buying a lot of cat food. How many cats do you have?
Me: Two.
Little Girl: I have four, and a dog.
Me: I have a dog, too.
Little Boy: You're buying a lot of targets. What are they for?
Mother: People use those for shooting beebee or air-soft guns.
Little Boy: What kind do you have, beebee or air-soft?
Me: I have a real gun.
Mother: She has one that shoots bullets.
Little Boy: Will you let me use it?
Me: No, I can't.

Before I could explain that only his parent can legally let him use a gun, his mother says no, he wouldn't be able to use it.

Me: My two sons gave me the gun.
Little Boy: I'll get you a gun someday, Mom.

Spreading mayhem in the world one child in the checkout lane at a time. It's probably a good thing that I didn't respond to the "four cats" comment with "Four? That's how many guns I have."

Unexpectations

Two things I never expected to have but do: guns and an Avon lady. The gun shown here is my fourth. If you've seen the movie The Rock, you know one of Nicolas Cage's great lines, "He's got all the guns now, sir." Around here, it's now, "She's got most of the guns now" because that's just the way it is after I opened this for my birthday this morning. What's more than a bit frightening is how much this looks like one of the toy guns I played cowboy with as a child. The Avon lady? Yeah, got a real one of those, too. We call each other "the other Jean." She helps me feel beautiful, which is not a bad thing for a gun owner to be.