This website, cracked.com, is pretty funny. There are many many lists of things that I would remember and write about if I were smarter. Or at least more resourceful. Or knew how to use the internet. Or…well, you get the idea.
Here’s the list of the 12 Most Ridiculous Similes in Music History for starters.
The album titles list and the bad band names list would be high on MY list of good lists as well.
So one event in our super duper fun week was that we went and shot guns. They actually have ‘Ladies Night’ over at Wade’s Shooting Range… all that sounded to me was unsafe.
(Tangent – Wade’s? In TX, it was Red’s. Are all gun ranges owned by guys with cool hilarious first names?)
I had never ever shot a gun before. As opposed to the people we went with, that brought their own. Fancy guns too. We had Thai for dinner first. That’ll rev you up- or something.
The guys there basically showed me how to load and cock the thing. And the rest, well, I was supposed to figure out myself. That was a little strange to me. MK and NN and MP were all there to guide me, but the first 9mm that I shot scared the crap out of me. Then the second time, the shell fell down my shirt. Those are hot. I also realized I kept closing my eyes and freaking out a little. So I stopped. I felt like a giant wuss. MK went to get me a smaller caliber gun. NN decided to let me shoot a bigger gun. I did it. It was hilarious to see MK come back with a .22 (smaller gun) and I’m in there shooting a .45 (bigger gun). He was confused.
For whatever reason, the .45 was much easier to shoot. Less kickback or something. The best part was getting the body target. NN drew a mean face and made it so the ‘body’ was giving us the finger, so I would hit it. I actually got the guy right in the heart, over and over…and over. I was a pretty good shot with the little gun.
Other than that, what I learned was that every woman (and man for that matter) should go shoot a gun, in case they might ever need to, so they don’t freak out in a real life situation. I kept imagining real life situations where I’d be shooting – much to the dismay of the hardcore mean chick that kept rolling her eyes at me. She apparently shoots for ‘recreation’. Whatever. I shoot to LIVE lady.
😉
This is me shooting:
This is the other big gun I shot:
This is the giant gun I did NOT shoot:
Since there are so many things that I’ve done this week and want to share with you, I started with the easiest – the individual pictures. We spend most of the first of NN’s day in Seattle doing the ‘touristy’ stuff.
Here’s my favorite that I’ve ever taken at the Fremont Troll:
And here’s a good one of the Pike’s Place Fish Mongers:
The Space Needle at night from my roof:
And a wind surfer over at Alki Beach:
As usual, these will get bigger if you click on them!
Tiger stripes, that’s sort of what this looks like:
It was kind of hard to get a good picture, because, well, it’s me, and I can’t sit still and you can’t see it head on, but trust me, I am a tiger now. It’s what I’ve always wanted and could never convince a hair stylist to do. Which for a girl should be a warning sign, but acceptable culture aside, I love my new look. It dulls the pain of the hairdo I mentioned here, by drawing your attention to color instead of cut. I think I’m a genius.
This post is the first in a new series, featured on Blog Explosion.
Today’s Topic: Tattoos: Love ’em or leave ’em?
To tattoo or not to tattoo, shouldn’t even be a question. I’ve never, and never will.
What is there, in the WHOLE WIDE WORLD that you are PERMANENTLY PASSIONATE about? Oh, right. Skulls, flowers, mermaids. Um, I like Law and Order. I’ve made the joke I’d do a little sketched R.I.P. Jerry Orbach on my shoulder. But no. It’s PERMANENT. The whole point is the giant, lifelong statement that you adorn yourself with to be individual – just like everyone else.
Well, actually – not lifelong anymore. According to Tattoo Blog, (and they’re even calling it ‘removable permanent’) there is a new microbead ink that will be completely removable in one laser treatment. WTF?
What’s so hardcore about that? It’s like writing on your hand with a pen. Half the fun of tattoos is when you don’t like fairies anymore or you gain 50 lbs. and no one is sure quite what that blob used to be. Now, you can just undo it. Why not tattoo your boyfriend’s name up and down your arms. Break up? Erase it. Start over. No biggie.
I would, however, were I forced against my will, to go ‘under the needle’, know exactly who would do it:
www.tlc.discovery.com
She’s lovely. The only good thing about tattoos is LA Ink. Now that’s quality television programming.
Participators:
Like MY post? It’s part of a contest I need votes to win…
to vote for me!!!
Click here for information. It’s me, trying to be funny. Concisely.
#12Five Inventions I’ve Suggested that have been Turned Down:
www.gardenbargainsonline.com
www.toothpastefordinner.com
Yes, Mom, there’s a swear on that, but it’s not MY swear, it’s the cartoonist’s. And he kind of sums up my life nicely. Ironic, isn’t it?
The real irony is that my brother sent that to me. He does, indeed, think I’m a s****y blogger. Slash novelist. Sigh.
It’s going to be complicated relating my past week to you, as I’ve had more firsts and more excitement than in quite some time. Of course, it’s always more fun to share through pictures. Thing is, we took something like 257 399 (per comment). So it’s going to take a little while for me to find the best ones. I did however, download Picasa, Google’s free picture editing software. I love it already. I just have to figure out how to use it…
Here’s an example of our fun, the fact that NN knows more people in Seattle than we do:
Just thought you might like to see a beautiful picture MK took as we left Seattle.
While we were in Mazatlan, we ate chips and salsa on the hour. It was the most addicting salsa I’ve ever had. I would IV it if I could. I haven’t had any good Mexican cuisine in WA state, there probably isn’t any. I decided to make my own, after carefully creating an ingredient list. You might not be interested unless you’re coming over soon and like salsa, but it was pretty good. This is it (it’s prettier if you click the link and blow it up):
Cat Killfoil 