We're Off to See the Wizard

The Wonderful Wizard of Guns
by Mil'vardea

Today was fantastic! I finally had a day off where I wasn't sick or at an artshow, so Smoo, Black Beard, IrishCream, and I decided to go to the gun range.

Several hundred rounds later (I shot almost 150 rounds just by myself with my .22), we left the gun range giggling and happy, and stepped out into the parking lot, where IrishCream chased after the alley cats and screamed "Here kitty, kitty, kitty!" The day was a success; the two boys and I had some good fun and IrishCream felt safer I think, for having learned to shoot. A great day all around; here's to the gun range! Enjoy our videos!

IrishCream with my .22


Black Beard with the rented .9mm

..::heartsinfall::..

I Just Love Pretty Pictures

I think only mudwrestling could be funner.
by Mil'vardea

I left our group to travel to D.C. for my Aunt's very first art show. She's been painting since before I was born, and is an extremely talented woman. But, despite the fact that I was out of town, I can't do anything without an entourage, so I invited my buddies from my college dorm days to join me on my little romp to NoVA.

Vienna, Virginia, if you've never been there, is a delightful little, and safe, town, right outside of the city, offering CEOs and other ritzy folks a retreat from the dangers and dirt of the city, without living too far from work (with a ritzy little price tag attached to all of those homes and apartments, let me tell you). This place is pretty, and probably one of the safest places within a 150 mile radius of Washington D.C. We had quite a time on the town.

Liz, my old college roomie, and her husband Matt, and another old college roomie, Jess, and I dressed to the nines (which is our books means wearing our new jeans instead of the holy ones, and something other than a t-shirt) and paraded gallantly through not only the artshow, but the spiffy little sushi restaurant downstairs. All-in-all, it was prettiest experiences of my life, and I enjoyed it throughly.

My aunt has her own website; check out her art for she is very talented: pamelabickford.com. The show was a success; my dad and my other aunt were among the people purchasing Glicees that evening. I think Aunt Pam also had a fantastic time; she was grinning ear to ear and was bouncy, which is cute as hell to watch. Like a kitten with a ball of yard, but smarter, and much much more talented.

The Beautiful Artist and her Work

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I don't know why I even bother with these...

Maybe I'm the eternal optimist, but I truly doubt it.
by Mil'vardea

Farmers Life Insurance is celebrating its 100th anniversary, and has all of these silly little contests to motivate people to send them things. I usually don't fall for these, but I have a lot to thank them for all of the sudden. There is very little that gets me motivated these days; for some reason I feel tired all the time, but this little "dream" competition did.

Here's my entry:

Sunday nights are the hardest.

"Usually, considering how completely unassertive everyone in my entire group of friends is, it takes us a goodly amount of time just to decide what were going to do for the evening, much less getting there and doing whatever idiotic thing we’d planned. By the time our plans are in action on Sundays, most everything is closed, and our choices get narrowed down so much, we sometimes end up just watching a movie, or watching paint dry.

"On some occasions, we actually muster up enough creativity to find something to do, despite the lack of open entertainment around town, but for the most part, we end up using Sunday evenings to plan.

"Over the course of several years of Sunday nights, my eclectic group of friends has crafted blueprints for some of the craziest nights on the town, included everything from rolly-office-chair jousting, to giant camping trips, to epic Flash movies that may someday end up amusing millions on YouTube.

"But my favorite plan is one that has yet come to fruition: the Road Trip.

"The route has altered a little in the past few years, but the main theme of the trip remains the same; to see as much of the important parts of the continental US as we can manage in two weeks. We’ve included such necessary and epic escapades as stopping by Philly for a real cheesesteak from Pat’s, grabbing a slice of pizza from at least four different places inside NY city limits, to mooing at the first cow we see in Wisconsin, hanging over the Grand Canyon, watching the light-pollution-less sky over the Southern Cross, to mooing at the first cow we see in California.

"Armed with a couple thousand dollars for gasoline, we plan to take the country by storm, giving our group one last run together before jobs and things scatter us all over the country.

"This is our collective dream."

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