Monday, February 26, 2007

To Pack or Not to Pack....

Now that you have seen the newest member of the family, there has been talk about getting a concealed weapons permit and shooting lessons but a little history before we proceed..........
My husband fell in love with me the moment he saw me. He placed me high on a marble pedastel and I sit upon it on a pink satin goose down pillow as he walks around at the base peeing on things to mark his territory to keep away any and all stray dawgs.
He is my BullDawg.
That being said, brings me to our shopping adventure for my new gun. We were "shopping" in a pawnshop....there are such great things in there!
Yeah, right!!
No clothes, No purses, and NO SHOES!!!!
I do not consider "camo" as clothing.
He was drawn to an ugly gun and I protested. I picked out a solid black one that had been custom fitted for someone else, with special sites and the handgrips were sanded down which was perfect for me! That was the one!!
A Browning Mark 2, I think.
And it matches my boots, perfect!!!
So while I was filling out the paperwork to purchase my gun, he went off to look for bullets for the Smith and Wesson 500 Mag....a very cute story about that later.......clear over on the other side of the store, out of sight.
As I am intently reading the form and filling it in, this man walks up behind me and has the nerve to start talking to me!!!!
Dude, I am busy here!!
So I just answer yes or no. I really just want him to GO AWAY!!!
But he keeps on....DUUUUUUDE, I get one answer marked wrong I can not buy this gun!!!!
He is just totally fasincated that I was purchasing this gun. So I lay the pen down and turn to the man and very politely, tell him why I am buying and answer all the questions he asked me.
My BullDawg's ear prick up at the sound of his beloved voice......I kid you not, in 3 seconds flat, Roy crossed that store and was standing between me and that man, growling!!!
Yes....Growling!!!
The man slowly put the gun down and back away......

So giving me shooting lessons, Roy said, "Lets try this 45."
It looked just like one he had in the Marine Corps, a Springfield Armory 1911. He had fond memories of the day they were told to break it down and springs were bouncing all over the squad bay. Men!!
He somehow felt I needed to shoot it. I am very happy with my 22 and my 38 revolver. But I play along.
I have me ear protectors and off we go to the shooting range......which is in our garden......And a little too close to my pool area. Sure, if you hit the target then what does it matter where the pool is, right???!!
"Now you do this..... and you will need to do this........ and aim here....... and squeeze....."
Not bad but I will stick to my 38!
I kept shooting under the target.
I am not Annie Oakley!!


His last statement before MY "lesson" was over was, "Temper tantrums and firearms do not mix!"
What????
Me??
The nerve!!!!

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ok why do you need so many guns???? I wouldn't want to piss you off LOL Is the hole in the floor being fixed hehe did you decide on the concert yet?? ok to many questions have a great day hugs ~PPA~

~PPA~ said...

Ok why do you need so many guns???? I wouldn't want to piss you off LOL Is the hole in the floor being fixed hehe did you decide on the concert yet?? ok to many questions have a great day hugs ~PPA~

Anonymous said...

Sorry for the double post i have a few problems with this space and it taking a while to post the comment ????? ~PPA~

Kendra said...

You know, people always want you to have the guns that they like. Personally, I like my 9mm and my .357, but some people (like Mr. Buttlicker is IN LOVE with the 45. Whatever. More ammo for me.)