Darn you, Cardio and stuff!

2.5 miles yesterday.

I meet all the required physical standards for the military/LE for my age and sex EXCEPT that my body fat is too high and I can't do the 1.5 mile run in under 13 minutes. YET. My goal is to do it in 11 minutes. So yesterday I hit the gym before work. Since I open today, I plan to hit the gym before and after work. I have approximately 80-90 days to get in line. So wish me luck, folks.

Sorry the blog is so brief, but I have to go drink a nasty protein shake and throw on some sweats. :)

Shoot Like A Girl (and man up about being a woman)

Today is a HUGE day for us at the new Range, we're having a major function tonight as part of an ongoing series of FOUR Grand Openings this week! It's the culmination of some really major efforts by all of the staff, and I for one can't wait to sit back and watch the magic unfold. Having taught at 3 facilities now (and having opened two of them from the ground floor on up), I have to say that I'm constantly comparing and contrasting how other places are run versus how we are choosing to run our Range, and the difference is like night and day. I had no idea there were so many business models and plans for a shooting range. And until this past spring, I had to idea the amount of blood, sweat, and tears that goes into building a place from the ground up, let alone what a difference staffing can make. I am so proud of the new Range, and everyone who has poured their hearts and souls into making it the premier facility that it is!

Part of my duties at the new place is helping out with training some of the staff who might have less experience with firearms & firearms sales. Last week, I got to teach a coworker (and new friend) how to shoot. And she'd never held a gun before. This is, beyond anything else, my absolute favorite part of the job (with self-defense classes a close second). When a brand new shooter comes in, maybe a little nervous about having a gun in their hand, and then after I work with her, it "clicks" for her and she suddenly gets the bug and WANTS to shoot all the time...THAT is what I live for.

PS, Gentlemen, did you know the ladies are generally better shots? :) The term "shoot like a girl" is actually a huge complement!

This is the only time I ever "shot a bunny" and was happy to do so.


One of my students hit a PENNY!


I can't wait to start the self-defense classes and teach them how to "fight like a girl" as well. It's going to be a blast!

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The ONLY downside to all of this celebrating is that being a premier facility, we tend to throw some swanky Grand Opening parties. I believe the first VIP tour I attended was on a yacht with about 100 other people, if that gives you any idea. This means that Bunny has to dress like a girl. Few things give me panic-inducing anxiety: air travel, Future Marine coming home late or my not knowing where he is, and dressing like a girl. I don't own skirts or dresses. I have NOTHING that could be considered "business casual" let alone "formal." I had to buy a pair of "slacks" on my way there last time because the only pants I own are jeans, yoga pants, and BDUs. That's it.

(View from the VIP Yacht Tour)



Big E is enjoying this immensely. It means Bunny is dressing like a girl and even wearing makeup. Poor guy. It must be hard to be married to me. I'm like a 12 year old boy in a soccer mom's body, and he's had to deal with that for well over a decade now. He's a good sport and I'm grateful.

And now I'm going to go whine and pout and attempt to put my hair in curlers. It will be a miracle if I don't accidentally set off a doomsday device with these things. They look like weapons. Scary, heated, painful torturous weapons.

AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF, MY FACE TOTALLY BROKE OUT LAST NIGHT. See? Anxiety!

I'm a big girl now! (Vrrrrooooom!)

Because it seems like the drama and nonsense will continue for a while, I decided there are a few things I can do to lighten the burden on my psyche:

1. Sit there and scream (not the best option)
2. Bask in the love of Big E, Future Marine, and Ace the Bat Hound, feel so lucky and blessed to have them. (an excellent choice really!)
3. Go to work, be grateful that I have two jobs I LIVE for and some really incredible coworkers. (a healthy option)
4. Put some lead downrange. (also a great option)
5. Buy myself a wildly fun and impractical new toy, and drive it really fast. (don't judge me.)

I chose all but option 1. Screaming's not really my style anyhow.

Yep. Bought my first car since 1997-ish. First NEW car ever, and I'm even acting like a grown-up and financing it all by myself! That's right...Big Girl Bunny went and bought herself a new Mustang this week!

And it's RED. And it's FAST. And you know what? I totally love this thing!

It might scream "mid-life crisis," but it screams loud enough to drown out all the emotional vampires hanging around lately. Or maybe they're real vampires, what with being so close to Halloween and all. Either way, they're draining and...what was I saying? Oh yeah - I can't wipe the grin off my face every time I turn the key! :)

So back to my "Sanity or GTFO" post the other day -- you know what? My perspective has changed. Go nuts. Be as crazy and dramatic/theatrical as you can be. I'll be driving the Bunnymobile too fast in the opposite direction to care.






Oh, and one more thing: WHEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ringmaster in the Cirque du Insanity!

The last year or so has been filled with so many ups and downs, I'm considering buying one of those motion sickness bands. And I don't just mean with my family (although we've had our share of breathtaking highs and heartbreaking lows this year) but with other family members and some family friends as well.

And I think I've reached my Maximum-capacity-for-drama threshold this week.

I can't sit here and babysit grown adults.
I don't want to deal with whatever your childhood trauma is, we've all had them. Seek professional help.
I won't indulge the pleas for attention or feed the Drama Llama anymore. (Because once you feed THAT beast, it follows you home and you never get rid of it!)
I'm not going to have my phone on 24/7 for the tantrums. If I wanted 24/7 tantrums, I'd have a toddler. I don't. Future Marine is almost in High School. Those days are way behind me.
I refuse to listen to any more insanity. I'm no longer cultivating weirdness and oddities. Act like a normal adult on occasion. It's probably healthy.

I will support sanity.
I will applaud efforts to be heathy/get healthier.
I will nurture stable friendships and cultivate NORMAL relationships.
I'm not giving you money. I don't work two full time jobs to enable your bad choices.

I am totally having a beer tonight. And I'm not going to answer my phone for 24 hours or until my blood pressure goes down, whichever comes LAST. I need a break.


SANITY OR GTFO.

(Thanks to Future Marine, Big E and Deputy Bambi for their support while I rant, rave, and possibly drool a little. Love you guys!)

The Dinner Party From Hell

I can't ever give nice parties. I don't know why. My friend Sarah told me I have the worst luck of anyone she's ever known when it comes to food (that I didn't cook myself) because at least once a week, if we go out to eat, I end up with food poisoning. Last week we went to Denver Days (it's like a carnival that you would find at home in the Wal-Mart parking lot) and I ordered a "Chicken Spiedie" sandwich. The "chicken was gray and had the strangest consistency, it was also sour and gamey -- like it had been left to sit out in the sun for a week. Anyhow, we're all convinced that it was not, in fact, chicken. Whatever unfortunate animal made it to my sandwich, I'm convinced it had more than two legs. A LOT more.

But that's not the point of this blog. The point is that my luck with parties is on par to my luck with strange foods at questionable establishments. Last night, we had some friends over because I figured, hey, we want to hang out, and I'll cook! Plus it's getting a little chilly at night, so it might be more fun to stay in and watch a movie on the 82" flat screen, right? And what could possibly go wrong?

What could possibly go wrong, indeed. Those are famous last words, right? Kinda up there with "hey y'all watch this!" and "look, ma, no hands!" I believe.

By 8am, we'd noticed a disturbing trend in the kitchen. The disposal unit would hum right along, but didn't actually dispose of anything. Future Marine helped out by doing some dishes, bless his helpful little heart, which only somehow managed to back the sink up full of standing water. Gross, food-y, gray water that smelled like rotting...well it smelled like the Chicken Spiedie, actually. Which was probably a bad sign.

9am - emergency plumber called. Promised to be out between noon and 2pm. (I figured we had plenty of time. The beef stew was in the crock pot, and our friends weren't coming till 7.)

10am - Big E goes after the sink water with a plunger. THE SAME PLUNGER HE USES IN THE BATHROOMS. (At this point, I had to walk away or I was going to start gagging.)

11am - I notice a disturbing new trend, there appears to be water leaking slowly out the disposal, down the pipes, into the wooden cabinets, and out onto my kitchen floor. Even WORSE, I was going to make caramel apple cake and I was out of fresh cream (to make the caramel) so I needed to go to the store to get groceries. Worse than THAT, I couldn't use the sinks because of the leak issue, and the breakfast dishes were piling up.

Noon - no plumber
1pm - no plumber, but the leak was getting worse
2pm - no plumber, we called the company and they said he was "stuck on a job and had no idea when he would be there."
3pm - we go to the store to get some cream and a few other items.
3:45pm - we pull into the driveway same time as the plumber. He looks at the sink. From 4 feet away (I kid you not!) and says "disposal's clogged. It's $213 to unclog it."
3:47pm - we told the plumber to go take a long walk off a short pier and call another plumber

5:00pm, I reset the disposal unit to no avail. Looks like it was blown to heck and we'd need another one. Yay! I can only imagine the cost.

5:30pm - new plumber arrives and confirms my suspicions. But he can get a new heavy duty (1/2 hp!) disposal in by 7pm, AND clean up the flood for us, AND warranty the unit. $440 out the door. What could I do?

6:45pm - new plumber leaves and I rush to get a load of dishes done.

7pm - our friends arrive and we eat out of tupperware bowls because all the dishes are currently going in the dishwasher. Bless their hearts, they not only ate beef stew out of tupperware on the sofa, but sat though THE ROOM and DEAD ALIVE afterwards. And they're STILL on speaking terms with us!

Ladies and gentlemen, THAT'S friendship.

Also next time we'll let them pick the movies, and just order a pizza or something. :)