I grew up in the country, where almost everyone hunted deer (lots of poor people; deer went in the deep freezer and was a food source.) Almost everyone had a gun, and kids went deer and rabbit hunting at a pretty young age, but gun etiquette was par for the course.
We had a couple of rifles and a squirrel gun. We were taught gun safety, and never, ever allowed to touch a gun unless we were receiving lessons. I only ever shot a .22 a couple of times at tin cans. We owned no handguns.
This was the 70's, and the guns were unloaded at all times in the house, kept on a gun rack, and the ammo was NOT anywhere we would reach it.
I have no problems with properly stored guns to whom the owners have been taught gun safety, ACCURATE shooting, and who teach any children very specific gun etiquette. In the city, unless you live in a truly crime-ridden area, I see no need for people to own guns. In rural areas, hunting can mean the difference between eating and not eating.
Assault rifles and things of that ilk...I DO have a problem with. Unless freakin' BEARS invade your home regularly and you have a constant Sharknado insurgency in your hood.
The problem I see with guns is that too many stupid people own them, don't store them properly and see them as the solution to most problems. And most people are shit shots.
Suzi, it's probably way too late to plan anything, but if you happen to be anywhere in my work neighborhood at any point today, I would love to meet up for a quick coffee break.
Saw Maria's good news, so thought I'd do a quick driveby before going back to the old grindstone.
So, YAY Maria! Congrats!
Jobma to TCG and Steph and Consuela, oh and Amy while I'm at it (yes, you're employed, but would love to see you somewhere that doesn't make you so uncomfortable).
Andi, the outfit you described sounds ideal for the function in question. And like smonster suggested, maybe you could find some pretty sandals that wouldn't break the budget. Oh, or ballerina flats maybe? A nice treat in celebration of your now-acknowledged awesomeness?
Pix, sorry your day was so rough. Thank you for your pains on behalf of the pooch. Hope you have a lovely, non-exhausting time at your reunion.
Shir, congrats on your newly naked teeth!
And that's all I can remember, so hugs all 'round, *mwah*
disappears back into the grey...
Congratulations, Maria! So glad you're free of that toxic environment in the old place.
I am half asleep and have no more coherent thoughts. I have got to start getting to bed earlier.
Andi, the outfit you described sounds ideal for the function in question. And like smonster suggested, maybe you could find some pretty sandals that wouldn't break the budget. Oh, or ballerina flats maybe? A nice treat in celebration of your now-acknowledged awesomeness?
That is a sensible suggestion for most people but the trouble and pain I have over fit and the need for arch support in order to take more than five steps means that chances are better than average that I can't manage attractive AND workable for less than three digits if at all. Crocs actually has a number of styles of shoes that are NOT the infamous Crocs shoes, but the pretty ones HURT me.
Yay, Maria!
Assault rifles and things of that ilk...I DO have a problem with. Unless freakin' BEARS invade your home regularly and you have a constant Sharknado insurgency in your hood.
The problem I see with guns is that too many stupid people own them, don't store them properly and see them as the solution to most problems. And most people are shit shots.
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Totally.
And everybody thinks they'd be Raylan Givens in a crisis.
I wish, but in real life, his life would be hearings and getting virtually bitch-slapped by David Simon anyway, and Raylan is a trained firearms instructor.(If you haven't, check out Simon's blog,"The Audacity of Despair"...this month it has covered such disparate topics as Stand Your Ground, Cronuts, and "Stalin's dead cock")
I wish everyone wanted to be Raylan Givens when he helped Loretta...that really would be a better world.
