ANNIE GET YOUR GUN…

9.4.12

Or in this case, it would be Amanda get your gun! As a lot of you know I have been searching for a house for, well, a really long time. I am a single girl who will be living alone for the first time and as you can imagine this is causing a bit of anxiety for my parents. Every good parent wants to protect their child, even if she is almost thirty years old. Every good parent wants to teach their child to be a strong, responsible and independent adult. Every good parent wants to arm their child with certain tools in life that will allow them to protect and defend themselves from the evil that exists in this crazy world. In this particular case, the tool in question is a Taurus 38mm hand gun, purchased in pearl pink just for me by my daddyThis gift was given to me for my 29th birthday in January and it was probably one of the sweetest gifts I’ve ever received. A hand gun doesn’t really scream sweetness to most people, but to me it was quite special. You see, I had mentioned wanting to have a gun when I eventually leave the nest for quite a while. We were on a long drive to my sisters house when I said I wanted it to be pink, and he listened. That is the sweetest part of any gift, knowing that you were heard and that somebody cared enough to make your wish a reality. In all my 29 years, I have never seen anyone so excited to give a gift, especially my dad. When I got home from work on my birthday he immediately wanted to know if I was ready to open my presents (we always wait until after dinner and cake). While we ate dinner he looked like a kid waiting for Christmas morning. I’m not sure if we even got around to the cake before he handed me the small flat box, grinning from ear to ear. My daddy is not a person who excites easily so this was one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen and one I’ll never forget. I think deep down I already knew what was inside, but the look on his face and the love behind it was an even more precious gift than what was inside the box. When I peeled back the pretty wrapping paper (my mothers doing, not his), I found the pistol with a pink pearl grip and a memory I’ll treasure forever.

Now I have to tell you that I am not a promoter of guns per say, I hate violence in general and I hope I never have need to use this pretty pink pistol. With that being said, I can assure you if you give me good enough reason, I will gladly bear my arms! And, in order to do just that, I first had to learn how to go about bearing said arms. So, a few weeks back, I spent the morning at the gun range, with my dad, learning to put my birthday gift to good use. Having never shot a gun I was a little scared but I got past that pretty quickly with a little help from Mr. Tommy, the owner of Lock, Stock and Barrel. He told me about gun safety, how to load and how to aim at my target. He also told me I was a pretty good shot for a first timerI certainly don’t know all I need to know yet, but I feel like I’ve at least learned enough to survive a bad situation. And who knew shooting a gun was such a workout, my arms and shoulders were sore for days after our little field trip. It was more fun learning this new skill than I had anticipated and I enjoyed spending time with my dad and sharing this new adventure.

Keeping all of that in mind I beg of all you robbers, serial killers and such like, to please mind your business and I will mind mine. I am a lover, not a fighter, and while it’s all fun and games at the gun range I’d really like to keep my shots there. To my dad, thanks for hearing me, giving me a gift I’ll never forget, and teaching me to take care of myself. It means more than you’ll ever know! Love you!!!

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