New Year's Eve and it's hard to believe
another zodiac has gone around.

While you drank yourself high on hoping
and watched the ceiling spin from the ground.

Counting down from ten it's time
to make your annual prayer.

Secret santa in the sky
when will I get my share?

Then you tell yourself
what you want to hear.

Cause you have to believe.

This will be my year.

This will be my year...Semisonic


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Sunday, February 22, 2004

Okay we didn't end up even making it into the range. We got there and it was packed! Apparently people like to shoot things on Sundays. So we went to the back so I could at least buy some bullets. (I only have one box left). There was a huge line. This one woman was trying out guns. She made me nervous because each time she was handed one she would bounce it around in her hand and say, "Nooo, it doesn't feel right."

I don't know what that means.

The guy behind the counter looked like an old Joe Piscapo. He kept telling her what she was doing wrong and then staring into space while the gentle thud of gunfire continued in the background.

This store/range reminds me of being a little girl. I find it rather comforting because my dad would take us there. Plus it doesn't hurt that I like the smell gunpowder. I don't associate it with anything negative or violent having never experienced anything bad while target shooting.

Plus shooting a gun involves a lot of accessories! Like ear protection (I have a shiny black pair of muffs), misc. things like Sharpies to mark your targets, targets of course (full body or round) and most importantly the bag. You need to have gun bag. What woman doesn't love an excuse to buy accessories?

So then I got to buy my bullets and I say, "I'd like two boxes of 38's please."

And he says something about range bullets and I say, "No, no, no...I don't want wadcutters. I want real bullets."

He says, "Full metal jackets?"

And I say, "Yes."

I get so irritated when the try to sell me wadcutters which are bullets constructed in the shape of little, stubby cylinders. They typically are set flush with the case mouth. Wadcutters are most often used for target practice, since their flat noses punch round, clean holes through paper targets.

They're cheaper than regular bullets but they make your gun REALLY REALLY dirty.

I bought a new can of pepper spray on my way out and commented to Gill, "I think that people would be much more nervous if they really knew how many people have guns."

I know that I tend to wonder how safe all those people are...

Anywho we ended up at Walmart because we'd never been to the new one they just built by us and this is just a brief overview of what I bought.

A far cry from bullets...

One (1) pair of black hipster boy shorts with a pink "A" embroidered on the hip.
Two (1) lace hipster thongs.
Two (1) pairs of lace boy shorts.
One (1) Love My Eyes Trio Powder Eyeshadow in "Wink" - Pale taupe, cream and burgandy.
One (1) Love My Eyes Powder Eyeshadow in "Showtime" - Pale yellow, pink, green and lilac.

And the most surprising item...
One (1) Mary-Kate and Ashley light and glossy lip color in "Hyper" - Which is a perfect match to my Max Factor "Independent" and costs a fraction of the price. Plus it's really amazing how you can match lipstick names to your personality. It kind of makes me misty.

This is getting all sorts of Bridget Jonesy now isn't it?
posted by JustKeepMum on 7:32 PM