Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Just call me Annie Oakley...
Friday, after work, I finally did something I've talked about for a long time.
I went to an indoor shooting range.
I have never even held a gun of any kind, before last night, let alone shoot one.
It turned out to be fun. Lots of fun! I will be doing it again.
It was a one hour lesson that turned out to be almost two hours.
The female instructor had me use a Walther .22LR... the second photo in the
link is the one I used. It felt very comfortable... easy to handle, simple to load.
I used an entire box of ammo... 100 rounds. I didn't expect to use all 100, but
when they were gone, I was disappointed. I wanted MORE.
My accuracy surprised me. The instructor was impressed. I got to take home
the two targets so I can show the guys at work. Heh. She also said I could tape
the smaller target... about a ten-inch bullseye thingie... to my front door as a ...
deterrent.
I was able to cluster the shots where I wanted them. On the larger target...
an upper body silhouette...
I focused on the head, chest and lower abdomen/groin.
Between both targets there were only about three shots that
veered to the edges.
After talking to Og earlier today, I'm going to try to find someone
who would be willing to go with me, using their guns instead of renting.
After one more lesson.
There were only two negatives from this experience:
1. it cost me $54 in rental fees, including $20 for the instructor.
2. I now have two blisters in my cleavage.
One of the casings flew backwards, instead of to the right.
I was wearing a white, deep v-neck shirt.
It took me too long to find the hot little bastard and remove it.
Ow.
I went to an indoor shooting range.
I have never even held a gun of any kind, before last night, let alone shoot one.
It turned out to be fun. Lots of fun! I will be doing it again.
It was a one hour lesson that turned out to be almost two hours.
The female instructor had me use a Walther .22LR... the second photo in the
link is the one I used. It felt very comfortable... easy to handle, simple to load.
I used an entire box of ammo... 100 rounds. I didn't expect to use all 100, but
when they were gone, I was disappointed. I wanted MORE.
My accuracy surprised me. The instructor was impressed. I got to take home
the two targets so I can show the guys at work. Heh. She also said I could tape
the smaller target... about a ten-inch bullseye thingie... to my front door as a ...
deterrent.
I was able to cluster the shots where I wanted them. On the larger target...
an upper body silhouette...
I focused on the head, chest and lower abdomen/groin.
Between both targets there were only about three shots that
veered to the edges.
After talking to Og earlier today, I'm going to try to find someone
who would be willing to go with me, using their guns instead of renting.
After one more lesson.
There were only two negatives from this experience:
1. it cost me $54 in rental fees, including $20 for the instructor.
2. I now have two blisters in my cleavage.
One of the casings flew backwards, instead of to the right.
I was wearing a white, deep v-neck shirt.
It took me too long to find the hot little bastard and remove it.
Ow.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
They say it's your birthday...
...and they would be right.
Add ten years to the photo in the corner (squint hard)
to see me as I am now, age 56.
Tonight there will be large quantities of wings and beer.
I already bought myself a large bottle of the perfume
I wear... Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel... my birthday
present to myself.
I'm glad I made it this far. Looking forward to much more.
Add ten years to the photo in the corner (squint hard)
to see me as I am now, age 56.
Tonight there will be large quantities of wings and beer.
I already bought myself a large bottle of the perfume
I wear... Coco Mademoiselle by Chanel... my birthday
present to myself.
I'm glad I made it this far. Looking forward to much more.
Monday, March 12, 2007
Me to Me...
I keep talking to myself:
"You know better."
I don't listen to myself:
"It'll be fine."
The argument begins:
"I want to believe what I see."
"You deserve better."
"Maybe there is no better."
"Of course there is. Look around."
...until one of me says:
"I give up."
"You know better."
I don't listen to myself:
"It'll be fine."
The argument begins:
"I want to believe what I see."
"You deserve better."
"Maybe there is no better."
"Of course there is. Look around."
...until one of me says:
"I give up."
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