There You’ll Find Me Giveaway
My sweet friend Natalie Lloyd kindly read There You'll Find Me and is talking about it on her blog. She's also giving away a copy and having a fun discussion about your dream vacation. I've been having a good time reading the comments and seeing how many fans of Ireland we have. I'd go back in a heart beat! Hop on over and join the conversation and get in the running to win a book.
I've managed to keep my mouth shut on Twitter, but since this is my space, I gotta say I am NOT OKAY with folks loudly taking up for Rush Limbaugh over the birth control/Sandra Fluke issue. No matter what side you're on with the original issue, it is NOT okay to talk to a woman like that, whether it's one on one or to millions on the radio waves. I don't care if the girl wants body shots of Yaz, Rush's response was in no way okay. That's someone's daughter, sister, friend. God help us if we raise our sons believing that it's okay to call women sluts, identify them by name, and demand a “video.” I get sick of how politically correct we're expected to be, but in this case, I applaud those sponsors for pulling their ads and support. There is nothing persuasive or convicting about crudeness, cruelty, and bullying. Conservative should not equate to douche-baggery.
For decades my stepdad and I talked about going to the gun range and him teaching me to shoot. Just for fun. But we never did. So last weekend I decided to see it through and went to the range with my friends Kari and Daniel. Daniel's line of business is guns and ammo, so he knows his stuff. And he puts that stuff in a box.
The people beside us had some serious weaponry.
Like they're fully prepared to deal with Syria all on their own.
Then there was me. I had no idea what I was doing. I felt like I needed a body sash of ammo like Rambo, but nobody else seemed to be wearing one. It goes without saying this was a sad revelation.
Kari knew what she was about though.
“I could do this in my sleep. Watch me hit this target with my eyes closed!”
But I had to have some help.
“Tell me again how Osteoporosis Posture helps you aim?”
It was quite windy, but still a nice day. I actually hit the target a few times, so I'm pretty much now ready to defend cat and home. Hoping the Secret Service sniper team doesn't call me again. Because guys, one of the shells popped off and hit me in the head as advanced and naturally gifted as I am, I'm just too busy grading papers and writing books to protect and serve.
“Shooting things makes us happy!”
“Does this pistol make my butt look big?”
What about you? Crossed anything off your bucket list lately? What's your next target?
