THE PRETTY PISTOLERA

"Please Practice Patience"

This is what they say at my favorite Bikram Yoga studio during the check-in process.  It's such a sweet way to say "don't be an asshat."  I was chatting with Peter over at Firearms & Freedom about this article on skyrocketing gun sales.  We decided we would happily practice patience and welcome the opportunity to make new friends.  Always remember: be nice to the newbies. 

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

I want one.  It beats the free one from the bank.

European Vacation...

We are thinking about going to Europe this spring.  I have a boatload of frequent flier miles to use, so we might as well go somewhere fabulous, right?  John, like a good little Marine, is already preparing for the trip.  He is having stickers made that say "another European monument saved by an American soldier."  Our trip may be more entertaining than the Griswold's European vacation.

Thanks, Santa.

As promised, here is my report on the gunny loot Santa brought me.  I got a set of Crimson Laser Grips for my Kel-Tec PF9.  John bought me the Kel Tec in August and I was itching for the Crimson Laser Grips, but they weren't available at the time. Instead I got the cool t-shirt.  I was just as stoked about the shirt as I was the grips because I love the snappy slogan.  This chick wants to do her part to help bad guys make informed decisions.  Education is powerful. 

I'm a Turkey, You're a Turkey...

 

Actually that is a turkey.  Well, the one in the center is a turkey.  We can argue that John and I are turkeys, too. This was our Thanksgiving picture. It is a very long story how we ended up posing in front of a taxidermied turkey (remind me to tell you later). 

I suggested we make this pic our holiday card with the caption "Merry Christmas from your favorite flock of turkeys."  I thought it was hilarious.  John didn't think so.  We sent this Christmas card instead:

Hope your Christmas was fabulous! 

SHOT Show

I am seriously three weeks late in registering for the SHOT Show.  Oops.  I've never been to Orlando, and have never had a desire to go.  Not even as a kid.  The Disney thing is just not appealing to me.  However, throw some gunny goodness in a convention hall and I am all about the pilgrimage to big-fat-rodent-tourist-trap-land. 

By the way, it was 65 degrees here today. Rainy and gray, but still 65 degrees.  If this is global warming, bring it on.

'Tis the Season

Merry Christmas!  It is time for the last minute crunch... time to finish the shopping, go to the grocery store, wrap the presents, and spike the egg nog.  I promise a full report this weekend on any gunny-loot Santa may bring. 

PS - Check out Winston in his Christmas sweater.  Just like a typical boy, he had to get dirty while he was all dressed up.

Rants in My Pants...

Holy icicles, Batman!  It is five degrees outside.  I hate the cold weather.  And, I do not enjoy the holidays (bah-humbug).  So, you guessed it, I am a happy camper these days. Saturday was especially awful. I had to go to a mall.  Normally, I love the mall.  I just do not go during the holiday season.  I hate the crowds. Parking is a mess. And so many people are nasty this time of year. Side note: the nastiness is unnecessary. I don't spew my winter venom on others so I expect reciprocity. Sometimes I actually demand it.

Anyway, Al Gore to the rescue for mall-free Christmas shopping!  Ever since he brought us the Internet (hee hee) I've thankfully done all of my Christmas shopping on-line.  I've been mall-free during the Christmas season for many years.  Unfortunately, my streak came to an end on Saturday.

When we were in NYC my mother announced that she did not want any lotions, potions, bath stuff, etc, for Christmas.  I was told "I have enough of that."  Guess what I bought her on-line weeks ago?  A lovely, spendy, all all-around grand fragrance gift set that any girl would love.  A schlep to the mall was in order to rectify the unwanted Christmas gift.  I was miffed that I had to "Family Circus" my way to the mall to dodge the major freeway construction that lies between here and there.  I waited patiently for parking. Stood in line. Bought a new, adorable dress for me. Stood in line. Returned Mom's first Christmas present.  Bought a new fabulous blouse to go with new fabulous boots. Stood in line some more. Bought some mascara and lip gloss. Stood in line.  I finally found Mom a new Christmas gift.  For the record, the new gift is not as good as the original gift. Sorry, Mom. 

I told Mom Sunday night that she officially did not get any smell-good stuff for Christmas this year.  I was kinda proud that I survived a December trip to the mall.  I about choked when she told me "well, a new fragrance would be great. I always can use more perfume." 

Goose Bumps...

You all know my dad lost his 3+ year battle with lung cancer this fall.  Even though cancer is such a horrible and debilitating disease, we are very thankful Dad had a decent quality of life during most of his treatment. Dad and I often talked about our mutual amazement of modern medicine. We chatted about new cancer-fighting drugs, drugs that combat the side-effects of chemo, and the new surgical technologies.  Dad was completely in the driver's seat regarding his treatment and was an equal partner with his oncologist when it came to treatment decisions.  Bottom line, he was well informed regarding his options.  I hope this option comes to fruition for other lung cancer patients soon.  Seriously, I got goose bumps.

Right on Target...

I am finally catching up on my Google Reader feeds.  I found this fabulous post over at Breda's.  Read it, please.  I love how she sums up the situation... "Act like prey and that is exactly what you will become."  Well said, girl!