Pusher (Part 2 - Ready, Aim...)
Shortly after DH became a SAHD, he expressed an interest in taking up handguns as a hobby. I strongly felt that he needed a hobby that would bring him in contact with other adults so while it wasnt my first choice, I aquiesced. There was one condition - I wanted a gun safe to keep firearms from little fingers, to which he readily agreed.
Husband takes up this hobby and joins a gun club with a range. He coordinates with his brother who joins a different range so that they can have their choices of place to shoot. Then they start in on the various competitions. I have a hard time keeping track of them all, but he's happy and that's worth alot.
Fast forward to a surprisingly nice February day about 2 1/2 years ago. I had a beast of a week at work. DH dangled "shooting at the range" as a midday adult event, aka date. (Oh, the romance!) We went and it was nice enough. Hearing the PING off the metal target is surprisingly satisfying. This was shortly after another biology teacher was all over the papers for shooting up a school. There was speculation about my mental state around the dinner table. It wasnt unwelcome.
Last year DH pushed for me to start doing the "Coupon League." This is a low-stress competion; the better you shoot, the more raffle tickets (coupons) you get. At the League dinner in December, everyone wins a prize. First person gets pick of the table, then next and so-one. Some prizes are $800 worth of awesomeness, some are .... a set of earmuffs. My sister in law (Boriqua Babe) also joined the league and we met weekly. Its a nice bit of adult time, a bit different from the standard "dinner and a movie" but a nice midweek diversion.
This year, I posted it on the Mommy Group. I called it "Pistol Packin' Mamas/ Gun Totin' Guys" - because our group is inclusive like that. One other Mom is joining me, one is trying it out at the range before committing to the League and two others are looking for sitters.
I feel like I'm turning into the kind of person your mother warned you about. "If she jumped off a cliff, would you do it too?" The last two playdates, I brought alcohol (Pina Coladas and Sangria, respectively) and now I'm encouraging the mommies to play with guns.
Hey, all the interesting people are in hell anyway.
(Sorry, no picture because I'd like to get everyone together. But just you wait!)
Husband takes up this hobby and joins a gun club with a range. He coordinates with his brother who joins a different range so that they can have their choices of place to shoot. Then they start in on the various competitions. I have a hard time keeping track of them all, but he's happy and that's worth alot.
Fast forward to a surprisingly nice February day about 2 1/2 years ago. I had a beast of a week at work. DH dangled "shooting at the range" as a midday adult event, aka date. (Oh, the romance!) We went and it was nice enough. Hearing the PING off the metal target is surprisingly satisfying. This was shortly after another biology teacher was all over the papers for shooting up a school. There was speculation about my mental state around the dinner table. It wasnt unwelcome.
Last year DH pushed for me to start doing the "Coupon League." This is a low-stress competion; the better you shoot, the more raffle tickets (coupons) you get. At the League dinner in December, everyone wins a prize. First person gets pick of the table, then next and so-one. Some prizes are $800 worth of awesomeness, some are .... a set of earmuffs. My sister in law (Boriqua Babe) also joined the league and we met weekly. Its a nice bit of adult time, a bit different from the standard "dinner and a movie" but a nice midweek diversion.
This year, I posted it on the Mommy Group. I called it "Pistol Packin' Mamas/ Gun Totin' Guys" - because our group is inclusive like that. One other Mom is joining me, one is trying it out at the range before committing to the League and two others are looking for sitters.
I feel like I'm turning into the kind of person your mother warned you about. "If she jumped off a cliff, would you do it too?" The last two playdates, I brought alcohol (Pina Coladas and Sangria, respectively) and now I'm encouraging the mommies to play with guns.
Hey, all the interesting people are in hell anyway.
(Sorry, no picture because I'd like to get everyone together. But just you wait!)