Yesterday, a bunch of friends and family folk (well, just the men) went and hung out in the woods and shot guns . For some reason, I didn’t go, (my excuse was it was too hot, well it was 95 freakin degrees out in the woods for 4 hours). Even though my dad went, (and didn’t even TELL me, if I knew he was going, I would have gone too). My excuse probably wasn’t the real reason. I don’t like “male-only” type of get togethers. I’m not that kind of person. I like guns, and I know I would have had fun shooting them. What I hate even more is that some of them missed me there, and wished I had gone.

On a somewhat related note. I wish people would be a little more careful when they talk about my family members a certain way, particularly my father. I know he screws up alot, but I know he tries, and he gets credit for that