Full Metal Jacket

It's been a busy few weeks with work stuff blending in with mommy stuff creating one glorious tumble. The lovely tumble wasn't anything I can't handle but when those PMS hormones kicked in, I knew I had to let off some steam. D once told me that he'd take me to the firing range if I wanted. And I thought, well, that's one way to let off steam: Fire off some rounds!

Of course, I've never ever held a gun in my life. I did once, I think, when I went on this bivouac in high school. But the thing was ancient, and there weren't any bullets, so that doesn't count.

It wasn't heavy, but for something that small it had a substantial weight on it. It didn't look scary, but when I aimed it at the target, I suddenly thought, "Woah! You could really hurt someone with this thing if you're not careful."

The big surprise? I actually hit the target. On my first shot, in fact, I hit the bull's eye. And I would do so a couple of times more when I really focused and did everything I was told. That was a real treat because I could be such a klutz! Mwahaha





Getting instructions from our guide, Dong. Let your hands embrace the gun, he told me. Oh, okay!





Before we got into the firing range, D had this very precise set of instructions on how I should aim with accompanying illustrations. And here I am, taking aim while trying to remember if I'm doing everything right.





And it's off!





When my son K saw this picture, he said, "You're not even holding it right." Yes, I know! I'm such a wuss! Mwahahaha