What A Weekend.....Part II

Part II

Earlier in the week hubby asked me to go with him on Saturday to get my carry a concealed weapon permit. Isn't that sweet, he worries about me! So I agree, not happily, but I know it will make him feel better. In the state of Tennessee you must go through a class to get your permit. So we are scheduled for Saturday.

I was not happy about getting up and going to an 8 hour class on my day off. I didn't want to get up early, I didn't want to be there by 8:15 am, and I didn't want to sit and listen to someone talk for 8 hours about guns. I love being able to protect myself.....behind my hubby!

So we get up we go to the class and we sit. We listen. We watch a really horribly boring movie. Then he tells us we have to take a test. What a TEST?!? You mean I was actually supposed to be paying attention. Uhm...I remember something about barrel, magazine, ammunition...yeah that's all. I look at Sugar Booger about to cry. I mean I listened, really I did, and I paid attention, but it's not my fault my mind kept wandering. I was screwed. Sugar Booger was not going to be happy if he paid $60 for each of us to take this class and I fail. That's really cheap, but he still wouldn't be happy. So I take the test, I pray, and hope that I pass. I did, I only missed 3. Not to bad. Good thing hubby has educated me over the years. So we take the test, it's only 1:00 pm, and yay we are done and get to go home. NOPE! I have a migraine now, I feel terrible, my head was killing me. And now they tell us we have to go through a shooting test, and we have to pass that as well. I freak, it's been 2 years or so since I've shot a gun. What am I to do? Hubby says what happens if someone doesn't pass the shooting test? He tells us if ya don't pass, ya have to do it all over....class and all! No pressure, none at all. So ok, I have a migraine and you want me to shoot a gun and pass a test. Someone kill me now! The shooting range is inside, they give you a number. They test 5 people at a time. Just so happens there were 47 people in our class and we got numbers 41 and 42. So we are sitting in the lounge area, some what watching those before us shoot and my head was killing me. After about 30 min of all the shooting, my head starts pulsating, and I started losing my peripheral vision. I took a second Lortab (had taken one about two hours before) and I think, how in the hell am I gonna shoot a gun, not only w/ a terrible migraine, but w/ Lortab in me as well. I was SCREWED!

Well my dear bloggy friends, I would like to say I made 41 shots out of 48 on the target. 35 of them to the chest as instructed and 6 to the head! Don't mess w/ this momma, she can shoot a gun! Now now before anyone gets their panties all in a bunch, I am a responsible person. The only time I would use deadly force is if somebody was in my home, or attacking me or one of my children outside of the home. I am a firm believer that I have a right to protect myself and my family.

Sunday was pretty uneventful!

What A Weekend.....Part I

Oh man what a weekend. I was so excited Friday for it to be the weekend, so I could enjoy the time off. LOL...silly me, why did I actually think I was gonna get some down time? 

Get home Friday and Sugar Booger is painting, oh man NO he's not painting. No paint, no paint brushes, can I turn around and run now? Nope, he's already heard me, he starts calling for me from upstairs. Ahhhh! I go up there, very cautiously because I know what is about to happen. 

Sugar Booger: Hey honey, look what I've been doing all day!

Me: Oh it looks real nice, I'm gonna run back down stairs and get out of these clothes.

Sugar Booger: Oh but wait, why don't you put on some old clothes so you can help me?

Me: ^^^^^^^

Sugar Booger: Oh come on it won't take long. Just the door frames. 

Me: Ok fine!

So I go get the paint that, yep, he already had sitting out for me, and do the door frames.

Sugar Booger: Oh it looks like you have some left over paint, we should touch up throughout the house.

Me: Ok

So I go looking through the house, find some spots that need touched up and have at it. I get to the door....oh that stupid door. I paint a few spots, because well it needed a little touching up. But is it ever that easy for me? NOPE! They were 2 different whites, so now I have to do the whole door. One side of the door? No way, hubby needs the other side done, even though the other side is on the outside. Do I need to tell you how cold it was? Oh and just in case you didn't figure it out, if ya do the door ya gotta do the door frame. So I worked until 4pm, came home and painted until 10!

Come back tomorrow for Part II

Here's Your Sign Thursday!!

It's Thursday so that means you get to hand out your signs again! Today I have a special friend addition. But no names will be mentioned to protect her identity!

Just wanted to see if you all knew a couple things.

Did you know that if you don't close the drain all the way, the tub will never fill up?

I won't say who, but my friend did that the other night. (click me)

Did you know if someone has a child that is going to be 15 in June, she is likely not really 25?

Did you know that you should always check your butt for stickers before you go to the girly Dr?

So to my "friend" that I love so much....Here's Your Sign!

Locks of Love

Mimi at He & Me + 3 has inspired this post.

I donate my hair every 3 years to Locks of Love. I grow it out and donate my hair. I have at one time donated 26 inches. That was a lot of hair, and a lot of tears shed when chopping it. So what made me start doing this? Let me tell you the story.

I have had long hair since I was a teen. All one length never really doing anything with it. When I was 21, I won't say how many years ago that was, I was standing in the check out lane at Wal-Mart. Behind me I hear a little girl about 6 talking to her Mom, when I hear her say to her mom "I would love to have hair like that!" I turned around and there she was, w/ a bandana wrapped around her head. Her mom told me she had a rare form of leukimia and they couldn't afford wigs. I got her name and number, went the next day and donated my hair to her. I kept in touch w/ them off and on. Just a quick hello and how is she doing. Her name was Amber, she was 6 almost 7 years old. Locks of Love made the wig and gave it to her. It took her several months to get it, but her mom said she was the happiest little girl on earth with her new hair. She said she'd swing around and around so she could feel the hair on her face. At night when she had to take it off to sleep, she laid it on the pillow beside her. Amber, sadly passed away 2 months later. The joy I know she was given will stick w/ me forever. So now, once my hair is long enough I donate it, so another child can feel and experience that same happiness.

It's been 2 years since I've donated, and sadly I won't be donating next year. You see, last time I donated 26 inches, I cut my hair very short, and now it must grow back out. But when it does, I will be back in donating my hair for a great cause! I hope all of you who can, will consider giving a child the same joy!!

Today Is The Big Day!

Today starts Heather and I's challenge to lose weight. I'm a competitive person by nature, so I'm gonna kick her ass! She's going down! We've set weekly goals, are gonna eat healthier (except for tomorrow cause Sugar Booger and I are going out w/ friends) and are going to exercise more. I'm determined to take her down! Gonna make her go crying to her momma and daddy! Don't be afraid for her, don't pity her, just know that she's going down!

My daddy came to visit me this weekend, YAY! When the kids and I were on our way back from taking him to his truck, the kids and I were talking about Presidents. I don't know why, or how we got on to this subject but none the less we were. You know I am such a history buff no nothing about history, but pretend really well like I do. So Lexi asks who was president when I was born, uhm...it certainly wasn't Jimmy Carter...it was Ronald Reagan...yeah that's it! I'm telling the truth I SWEAR! Ok so now that I have you convinced of my REAL age, on w/ the story. So Lexi says "Well Jimmy Carter is still alive" like I care, he wasn't president when I was born. Braydon in the back seat pipes up and says "Yeah well George Washington is still alive to!" This of course me being the wonderful mom I am throws me into hysterics. I couldn't help it, I know you aren't supposed to laugh at your children, but come on...it was funny! This is something my Lexi would say! She's the blonde, and well so is he, but still! LMAO...George Washington is still alive! Who he meant was George Bush. LOL They got their brains from their Dad's side, certainly not mine, because I'm super smart!