There are times in a woman's life journey that define her in new ways. Menstruation. College. Marriage. Having her first child. Shooting her first gun. Ahhhh, yessssssssss.
I thought breaking 2 boards in Tai Kwon Do was one of those moments. Perhaps it was, but nothing compares to the sheer power of squeeling like a girl after the gun powder explodes.
For the 4th of July, we went to Danny's coworker's farm for great fellowship, good country cookin', and yes, a time of shootin' rifles (5.56 millimeter semi-automatic weapon). If my husband thought I was hot before, he was a droolin' fool after witnessing me shoot 3 times and hitting the target 3 times. Yeah, baby.
Sarah Palin, step aside. QueenD's gotcha covered. I'm going to request that my NRA card is pink and decorated with bling. "Everybody run.....QueenD's got a gun...."
Columbian Drug Princess?
Modern Day Viet-cong?
Havin' a good ole country time!
"Knox" (the Host) and Danny.
Danny needed no lessons on shooting.
4 comments:
VERY Cool!!!!
You are way to full of yourself, but I have to confess that I too love the feeling of shooting a gun and seeing the proud gleam in my husbands baby blues.
Rednecks.
Viet-cong...OMGosh...totally! Well...a very fashionable Viet-cong that is! :-)
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