Blogging with Word 2007

So I'm trying something new this evening. I have Word 2007, and it's the new hotness where document authoring tools are concerned, so I'm kickin' the tires on some new features. I haven't posted an entry on this blog in quite a while, but that doesn't mean I haven't been busy. Quite the opposite. I've hardly had time to catch my breath lately. Busy at work, busy at home. Pretty much that's the way I like it, but I could also use some broccoli time. Kristopher is working on an English paper – the dishes are done, the lawn is weed – eated (for the most part) – I just had a shower and now it's time to play with ye olde computer.

Kristopher bought me a scope for my rifle. I will have to post a picture of her. She's very cool with her Mossy Oak camouflage badness. Her name is "Pinky" and she's a Remington 597. I think that WAS my last blog post, as a matter of fact. I think I posted a picture of pinky the day I ordered her. Well, she's here in all her Mossy Oak glory – but I'm having trouble getting any kind of accuracy out of her at the range. I'm gonna try again this weekend. Last weekend was impossible because I had to finish up getting ready for a class that I was giving at another law firm. My old friend, Susan Barragan, who is now the office administrator for a firm called Tupper Mack Brower, asked me to come over there and do some Adobe Acrobat 8 training. I agreed to do it, and Monday was the day that I went over there and did my three-hour dog-n-pony show. I had to go to work at the firm for the second half of the day. It was hectic, but well worth it. The rest of this week has flown by in a blur of work and watching movies. I was going to watch the third LOTR movie (Return of the King) tonight, but decided instead to come in here and fuck around with my Purple Lappy. Ooops! I just remembered that I have a baby shower to go to tomorrow, and I haven't done one single thing for it. I meant to get out and get a present for Chris Briggs and his wife Rebecca, but I didn't manage to get it done. Dammit! I can't believe I'm so friggin' lame! I'm gonna have to just buy in on the group gift! That sucks a bunch. I'll bet Rebecca doesn't have a bunch of friends runnin' around this city and she isn't really gonna get to open too many gifts and such. Oh well. Who the hell am I feelin' sorry for? I didn't have a shower with either of my children, and with Tim Allen I was back at work 3 days after I had him. I think the time was about the same with Andrea as well. She'll be fine. I'll go in on the group gift and go down to the conference room and watch them eat cake. If I get up early enough, I guess I can go by Fred Meyer before work and get a gift and put it together before the party. I'll have to do that. Group gift is just way too lame. And this way, Kristopher can sign the card too.

Okay – now I'm gonna try to post this thing.

And Next . . . Pinky!

Well, it seems that my husband has awakened something in me that has been dormant for quite a very long time - in fact, something I had worked pretty hard to actually bury. He has awakened . . . The Cracker! lol!

Seems that Kristopher has been bitten by the firearms bug. Now, I have to tell you that my Dad was a HUGE gun enthusiast when he was alive. Granted, he died when I was 10 years old, but I remember going out to the firing range with him and my mom and brother on a few occassions. I couldn't drive you to that firing range if I was sitting on my ass in a running car in Ardmore, Oklahoma right now, but I can describe it to you quite clearly. Anyway, my Dad died in his shop working on reloading some rounds. He really enjoyed messin' with guns. He was in there with my uncle and croaked. He was 47 years old. My mom sold off his gun collection with the help of my brother, and I know that it paid quite a lot of mom's outstanding bills to do so. After Dad was gone, there was none of the gun stuff in the house any longer, and we had very little contact with my brother, so that "manly" stuff was just out. When I got older and got into guys, I knew that I certainly didn't want the "hunting and fishing and gun sports" type. I didn't want the type that watched football either. I'm not sure what I wanted - I guess someone who was sophisticated - maybe a musician or an artist or whatever other lofty idealistic horseshit I had in my head at the time.

So anyway, skip to present. My husband has taken an interest in rifle sports and has bought a .22 cal rifle. He also bought gun safety and basic rifle classes for both of us at the Kenmore gun range. Well, we had rifle class this past weekend and I really enjoyed it. Ib even did pretty good shooting. Kris and I have been out shooting since then too. So, itn was only logical that I get a gun so that we can both dive in anbd do our qualification shooting. So, I bought myself a rifle. It's the cutest little Remington .22 cal you've ever seen. In fact, here's a picture of it. :)



Anyway - there she is. She should be in to the firearms dealer by Tuesday. We have a range meeting that night, so there's a chance I'll get to pick her up then. But it's just after 1:00 a.m., and I think I'll go to bed. We didn't eat dinner 'til around 10:00. I miscalculasted the cook time on a big turkey breast I was cooking up for us - so there it is. But still - how late can you stay up?