I've liked Lissa from the very first - her blog is hysterically funny, she has a cat that is a doppelgänger for my Ronan, she bakes for bloggershoots, she has a voracious appetite for books, she has a fresh perspective on conservative politics, I can live vicariously through her shoe blogging, our husbands are both named Mike (and even have the same birthday), and...the girl loves her some shooty goodness.
And after undergoing a journey that is familiar to all of us, Lissa has internalized her new status as a gun chick and is now dreaming about shooting and self defense.
The transformation is complete.
Friday, October 16, 2009
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Now that's just an amazing coincidence you mention Lissa today...
:)
Why don't you poiint these ladies out while they're still single?!?!
:)
The old trigger-of-steel dream. Yup, I've had that one.
I dream of shooting. They used to be, more often, that I'd pull the trigger and nothing happened. Nowadays (nights?) the gun will usually fire. Sometimes I even dream of hitting what I'm aiming at.
I'm not a shooter. Never saw much point of becoming one because of where I live. In Finland, unless you hunt, it can only be a rather expensive hobby. Only the professional types, police and a few others, can carry.
Geez, I let the blog go for one weekend, come back and my Sitemeter has gone purely haywire! Thanks, Breda, for the hits, but much more for the lovely compliments -- I'm so flattered!!
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