THE PRETTY PISTOLERA

Thou Shall Never Blog Alone...

I don't remember when Winston became a lap dog.  This is now a very regular thing.  

    

PS - please ignore messy pile of mail on my desk.  When it comes to Tracy on the Road vs. The Mail, the mail always wins.

Webster Says...

I'll cut right to the chase... I don't believe in New Year's resolutions.  I set New Year's goals.  I don't like the word resolution. Webster's defines resolution in this context as "the act or process of resolving: as the act of determining."  Webster defines goal as "the end toward which effort is directed."  I set goals instead of determining resolutions.  With that said here are my 2009 goals (in no particular order) for the world to see.  Hopefully this will help me achieve each one.

1. Start shooting trap or skeet
2. Start saving money for a Mount Everest (just to base camp) or Kilimanjaro trip
3. Be a better blogger
4. And finally... run, Forrest, run!   

Let's evaluate the reality of each goal:

1. Trap and Skeet: I've talked about the "pull" thing before. Those of you that have been reading for a while get it.  This one shouldn't be too hard to accomplish.  John will help.  He gets excited when I want to do gunny stuff. 
2. Mountain:  I'm not usually this adventurous, but it seems like a vacation-meets-accomplishment-meets-braggin' rights-trifecta.  John refuses to go.  He says he climbed too many mountains in the Marines (whatever). John, I'm not going in 2009, I'm just saving my our shekels to go later.   
3. Blog: Post more often, enhance my video technology knowledge, take more pictures, do a better job managing news feeds, and all other blogoshpere important stuff.
4. Run: This one actually scares the crap out of me. I prefer spinning, weight lifting, and Bikram yoga... but, I really, really, really want to be that girl who runs five miles before work. I'll keep you posted.

Note to word-smiths and English teachers: please do not bombard me with semantics e-lessons. I prefer goal.  It's my list. I can name it what I want.  Hmph.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year wishes to everyone.  I hope 2009 rocks!

"Please Practice Patience"

This is what they say at my favorite Bikram Yoga studio during the check-in process.  It's such a sweet way to say "don't be an asshat."  I was chatting with Peter over at Firearms & Freedom about this article on skyrocketing gun sales.  We decided we would happily practice patience and welcome the opportunity to make new friends.  Always remember: be nice to the newbies. 

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

I want one.  It beats the free one from the bank.

European Vacation...

We are thinking about going to Europe this spring.  I have a boatload of frequent flier miles to use, so we might as well go somewhere fabulous, right?  John, like a good little Marine, is already preparing for the trip.  He is having stickers made that say "another European monument saved by an American soldier."  Our trip may be more entertaining than the Griswold's European vacation.

Thanks, Santa.

As promised, here is my report on the gunny loot Santa brought me.  I got a set of Crimson Laser Grips for my Kel-Tec PF9.  John bought me the Kel Tec in August and I was itching for the Crimson Laser Grips, but they weren't available at the time. Instead I got the cool t-shirt.  I was just as stoked about the shirt as I was the grips because I love the snappy slogan.  This chick wants to do her part to help bad guys make informed decisions.  Education is powerful. 

I'm a Turkey, You're a Turkey...

 

Actually that is a turkey.  Well, the one in the center is a turkey.  We can argue that John and I are turkeys, too. This was our Thanksgiving picture. It is a very long story how we ended up posing in front of a taxidermied turkey (remind me to tell you later). 

I suggested we make this pic our holiday card with the caption "Merry Christmas from your favorite flock of turkeys."  I thought it was hilarious.  John didn't think so.  We sent this Christmas card instead:

Hope your Christmas was fabulous! 

SHOT Show

I am seriously three weeks late in registering for the SHOT Show.  Oops.  I've never been to Orlando, and have never had a desire to go.  Not even as a kid.  The Disney thing is just not appealing to me.  However, throw some gunny goodness in a convention hall and I am all about the pilgrimage to big-fat-rodent-tourist-trap-land. 

By the way, it was 65 degrees here today. Rainy and gray, but still 65 degrees.  If this is global warming, bring it on.

'Tis the Season

Merry Christmas!  It is time for the last minute crunch... time to finish the shopping, go to the grocery store, wrap the presents, and spike the egg nog.  I promise a full report this weekend on any gunny-loot Santa may bring. 

PS - Check out Winston in his Christmas sweater.  Just like a typical boy, he had to get dirty while he was all dressed up.