My husband has been dying to take me to the pistol range where he is a member. He wanted to teach me how to properly shoot a gun just in case we have an intruder while he is out of town, or worse, some parent cuts line in carpool.
So, I finally got a sitter and went.
Once we arrived, I took a fifteen minute safety course, then signed a paper saying that I wouldn't sue them in case I was injured or shot or something like that. (I never read the fine print.) They said we could not shoot if we were impaired by drugs or alcohol. They did not mention sleep deprivation as an impairment. Peanut wakes me up at 5:30 every morning. Believe me. That is an impairment.
Before entering the range, I had to put on goggles and ear protection that was supposed to make me
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| Were they really about to hand this gal a loaded gun? |
My husband helped me grip my 9mm Sig P226 (impressed?) and before you knew it, I was a shootin' fool. I must say it was quite loud in the range, and the ear protection didn't do diddly for me, but, that didn't stop me from poppin' caps and goin' all gangsta'!
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| Look at that grip! Yowza! I look so for real, don't I? |
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| Thanks Honey, for two reasons: A. Snapping the above picture when I was obviously not ready and B. Not telling me to wear close-toed shoes, thus allowing my feet to get burned from hot brass flying from my gun. (who knew?) |
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| The final outcome? A score of 238 out of 250 on my first lesson, a hot date with the hubs, and one Mama who ain't playin' around with any carpool shenanigans... HOLLA!
PS. Be sure to go register for my Jewelry Birthday Give-Away!
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