Range therapy

Boy, do I need it!

I really need to get to the range for awhile. I always feel better after. It's fun, it's productive. Good therapy and cheaper (well, that depends on what you're shooting I guess) :-)

Why, my Lord—dare I ask why? It will not hear the whisper of the wind or see the beauty of its parents’ face—it will not see the beauty of Your creation or the flame of a sunrise. Why, my Lord?

“Why, My child—do you ask ‘why’? Well, I will tell you why.

You see, the child lives. Instead of the wind he hears the sound of angels singing before My throne. Instead of the beauty that passes he sees everlasting Beauty—he sees My face. He was created and lived a short time so the image of his parents imprinted on his face may stand before Me as their personal intercessor. He knows secrets of heaven unknown to men on earth. He laughs with a special joy that only the innocent possess. My ways are not the ways of man. I create for My Kingdom and each creature fills a place in that Kingdom that could not be filled by another. He was created for My joy and his parents’ merits. He has never seen pain or sin. He has never felt hunger or pain. I breathed a soul into a seed, made it grow and called it forth.”

I am humbled before you, my Lord, for questioning Your wisdom, goodness, and love. I speak as a fool—forgive me. I acknowledge Your sovereign rights over life and death. I thank You for the life that began for so short a time to enjoy so long an Eternity. -- Mother M. Angelica

Shooting while pregnant...

Sigh, one of the things I miss most while I am pregnant is the range. I spoke with my doctor about this and she gave me the go-ahead to shoot for the next few weeks. Beyond that, with newly developing ears a concern, I'll refrain from shooting anything other than airsoft.

Lead exposure is minimal at best. Noise is not an issue...if you can attend a concert until the end of your pregnancy, shooting for a minimal amount of time at the range shouldn't be an issue.

Hopefully before the end of my allowed time to shoot I will get a chance to shoot my "new" old P64. This will probably become my carry piece when I have to switch over to maternity pants - since I have never found a pair that will support a gun belt and holster.

Someone once suggested I should try ankle carry while pregnant. Um, no. That would be a sight - me falling on my face trying to get my gun out of an ankle holster. I'll stick to purse carry when that time comes.

Swiped this from military forum. Pretty powerful stuff.

MARRIAGE
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand
and
said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate
quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know
what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me
softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw
away
the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we
didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find
out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a
satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her
anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who
had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt
sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take
back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried
loudly
in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry
was
actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me
for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing
something
at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep
and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day
with
Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just
did not
care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want
anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.
She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as
normal
a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in
a
month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken
marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to
recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out
of
our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was
going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted
her
odd request.
I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions. She laughed
loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies,
she
has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention
was
explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the
first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy
is
holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From
the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten
meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't
tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I
put
her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I
drove
alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my
chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I
hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she
was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair
was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to her. On the fourth day, when I lifted her
up,
I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had
given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became
easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday
workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear
one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find
a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger.
I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason
why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in
her
heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum
out.
To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an
essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer
and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I
might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms,
walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway.
Her
hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body
tightly;
it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held
her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to
school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life
lacked intimacy.
I drove to office... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...
I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew,
I
do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you
have
a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I
won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she
and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't
love
each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my
home
on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then
slammed
the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away..
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my
wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled
and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face,
I
run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed ? dead.
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in
the
bank, blah..blah..blah. These create an environment conducive for
happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be
your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that
build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage.

2008 ended with a shocker. Gotta love the home pregnancy tests that actually say the words “Pregnant” or “Not Pregnant”. ..of course mine said “pregnant” – all three of the ones I’ve taken so far. You’d think two forms of protection would, well, protect. As the saying goes “We plan, God laughs”. God is rolling on the floor laughing out loud.

The Bible calls children a blessing and debt a curse. In American, we apply for a curse and reject a blessing. Here's to another blessing!

A Goal....

Basic Handgun Instructor

Yep, I think that's where I'm headed. I would like to share my enthusiasm for shooting with others - especially women who are interested but not quite comfortable with a male instructor. There are many, many top-notch male instructors for anything from basic handgun to hard core high risk tactical trainers. Many women just starting out are intimidated by a man. I mean, c'mon, how many times has a woman walked into a gun store to either be a) ignored unless she was with her man (and even then the employee would address the man, never the woman) or b) be handed a revolver and told "there ya go little lady...that's about all you can handle right there".

I just want to be able to share the basics and help them on their path to learn more about this tool.

Ears, ears, ears....

Whine on...

Ugh! My middle daughter had an ear infection basically from birth until she was 15 months old and got tubes put in her ears. Until that point she was cranky, miserable, always sick and always in a bad mood. Well, now I understand. I have been dealing with sinus infection after sinus infection for several months. Now my ears are bothering me. I have a dull buzzing/throbbing feeling in my ears. I have been in the worst mood because I cannot make it go away. I sent an email to my doctor today. I hope he will get it and respond tomorrow with something, anything, that can make it better. I hate feeling this way. I know everyone around me hates it too because I am a royal *&^%$ right now :-(

Whine off...