Every good and perfect gift is from above...James 1:17

Monday, July 28, 2014

Nothing Says I Love You Like A Glock 9

When a Groupon for the gun range came up recently I decided to get it.  And today, our anniversary, was the day to use it.  I've never been good with those traditional gifts--paper, gold, glocks, they all just blend together.

I have been wanting to go to the gun range for years now.  I have never shot a gun.  Unless you count a BB gun.  I'm not sure if that even counts, because that was in the 70s and I wasn't good at it anyways.  Ask my brother.  I shot him in the leg; I was aiming for the tin can.  If I had actually aimed for his leg there was no way I would have hit it.  

To be honest, I was a little nervous to hold a real handgun.  The guy kept on giving us so many simple instructions I was afraid I was going to go in there and totally mess something up.  And die or administer death to my baby daddy or someone else.  I was glad I had my tall, dark and handsome in there with me to guide me along.
As we were getting instructions, not only was I scared I might mess something up, but I kept nervously glancing at the people inside the range.  What if one of them went cray cray?  It's not like they're going to just yell obscenities or something, they have a gun in their hands.  They might yell obscenities first, but they have a gun in their hands.  Even if they don't pop a cap in me on some insane whim, what if they are one glock short of a glock 9 and haphazardly wave that thing around and accidentally shoot me?  People are nuts.  I'm just sayin'.  Those are the thoughts that kept flying around in my head.
And oh my gosh, it was so loud.  Loud noises don't bother me, but it made it scary.  The first one or two shots were my best.  Once I started shooting and felt the power of death in my hands and heard it in my ears and dodged the flinging bullets (those little things were flying everywhere), it made me gun shy.  {The first and only time I have used that term literally.}  There were a couple times I meant to squeeze the trigger but didn't do it hard enough and I caught myself shrugging away and squeezing my eyes instead.  I did that every time but it was only obvious when I didn't actually shoot the gun and just shut my eyes and shrugged for nothing.
This is my 'kill shot' like the cool people in the movies do when they mean business.
The hubs and I shared our target.  All but 1 or 2 actually hit the paper.  Not too bad for a scared and slightly freaked out little girl.  Don't ask how far (some may say near but let's not get hung up on semantics) the target was when it was my turn.  Could have been my shots that missed, could have been Abe's.  I'll let you decide for yourself on that one.
We topped off the gun range with some exercise together.  Is that romance, or what, ladies?  Oddly enough, it works for us.  It has for 11 years so far…why mess with a good thing?

I want to give a shout out to our July 28th buddy--happy birthday, Sister!
Thanks Grannie and Grandad for watching the kids.
Happy 11th Anniversary to us!

Sunday, July 27, 2014

123 Cheese!

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Zeke's New Bike. And By Zeke's I Mean Mine

So if you have seen the post from our Fourth of July celebrating, you know Zekers won a new bike.  Yay!

Well, he already has a bike, and this one is 10" bigger than his current bicycle.  It just so happens that I have been looking for a used bike.  And it just so happens that this one is big enough for me.  So guess who gets to ride the new bike!  Yay!

We've been riding our bikes every day.  I haven't ridden a bike in over 30 years--it makes me feel like a kid again!  The first morning we had it Zeke, Daisy and I went riding.  In the words of the Lego movie, everything was awesome.  Just us 3 kids riding our bikes and feeling free as the wind gently caressed our faces.

That is, until we got stranded.
Daisy's baby was riding shotgun and her little blankie was laying on top of her.  It fell down and got stuck in the chain.  Pull and tug as I may, I couldn't get it out.  We had to call our hero to come save us.  Yay!
If you ever go running with a dog, you know it's much better because they're so happy and just bouncing away as you go?
It's kind of like that riding a bike behind The Daiser.  She's so happy,  bebopping along with her dolly riding behind.
You can't help but smile at that, now can you?

Like the Lego movie, everything is awesome!  Everything is cool when you're part of team.  Everything is awesoooooome, when you're liven' the dream.

Wednesday, July 09, 2014


From sunrise to sundown, The Danielses celebrated the Fourth like a west coast party.  (You know, ain't no party like a west coast party cuz a west coast party don't stop.)
 We started the day with a neighborhood celebration.
Not actually our neighborhood, mind you.  We went for the parade but realized it wasn't much of a parade, so we stayed for the party.  I sorta felt like a party crasher, but the kids had fun.
After all that fun we came home and cooled off.
Then we headed to another celebration in White Settlement, of all places.  There were bounce houses, water slides, food, music, door prizes, and all kinds of fun.
 Zekers won the drawing for a new bike!
 Then at night we joined our friends 
The Loisels to watch fireworks.
Great day celebrating the land of the free 
because of the brave.