When you want to hang out with the guys, you’ve got to do guy stuff. So off to the farm we go.
Sam is ready!
Grab some lunch on the way. I love Cook Out! Its a Christian organization that has the courage to play Christian music in the restaurant. On their cups John 3:16 is printed. think that’s cool.
Superman and I are going to be getting our Concealed Weapons Permit next weekend, so he thought it would be a good idea for me to practice before I went.
If you’re going to shoot, then you have to load up the magazine. I had to figure out which way “da boolits” went in. The guys got me tickled.
Of course there always has to be some bet going on…who can hit their target the best out of ten shots. The guys started getting all cocky when I said I’d do it too! Here’s Thomas “showing” me how to do it.
Uh, yea right! who hit 9 out of 10?? uh huh…Big Momma! Woop Woop! You go girl! ….doin’ my dance thang. The guys said that it didn’t count. (????) We have to do another round. (????) I guess they just can’t handle this girl’s ninja shooting skills.
While the guys licked their wounds, I decided to take a little walk with Sam.
I’m really not a big gun fan, but I also don’t want to be known as a fussy, wimpy girl either. As the guys loaded and blew stuff up, I looked for beauty in the small stuff, like these seed pods.
The curling of this tree bark….
These orange berries against the grey winter landscape…
the sound of the water in the stream…
this old fence line that used to keep Poppy’s cows in his field
the half frozen pond.
Sam didn’t mind. I love her excitement at being at the farm. I wonder what her brain is doing as she smells every blade of grass…
And she digs furiously in some critter hole.
Oops…I slid down an embankment. All good.
Alright, enough of the pretty stuff. Time to get back to showing the guys what’s up.
We’re on to the big gun. I have no idea what it is. All I know is that it has a huge kick And is very loud!
I do have to admit that the scope on this thing is pretty cool. When looking through the scope you see a green target.
We blew up some old computers.
Is it in their genes? Guys love blowing stuff up!
They shot off hundreds of rounds.
I got to do what I’ve wanted to do to my computer sooo many times….
just beat the snot out of it! (I know you’re jealous!)
Just another peaceful Sunday on the farm.
Thanks for dropping by!