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Sep. 10th, 2006 01:54 pmI called Mama Tickey this evening (it's Grandparents Day! Call your grannies, you ingrates! :D ) and had a chat with her for a bit. That woman is the only person who can actually make me drawl when I talk, her accent is so infectious.
She pointedly reminded me that my primary goal in Chicago is to find Gainful Employment, and also suggested I buy a gun for personal safety. Actually, she suggested that I take possession of a pistol belonging to her late husband, but then reconsidered because it's definitely getting on towards antique and she doesn't want me accidentally blowing my hand off. I am grateful for this consideration.
The thought that I am old enough now to purchase, own, and maintain a firearm never really occurred to me. Much like broccoli, I'm not against people owning guns in a general sense, but I personally find them distasteful. Some days I hardly manage not to trip over the flat pavement; I don't think it's a very good idea to put a device in my hands which is capable of propelling a metal slug through a person.
So that was my evening. Guns and Belles. :D
Commentary post-hack: OH THE IRONY. In February of 2008 I did, in fact, trip over flat pavement and broke my wrist.
She pointedly reminded me that my primary goal in Chicago is to find Gainful Employment, and also suggested I buy a gun for personal safety. Actually, she suggested that I take possession of a pistol belonging to her late husband, but then reconsidered because it's definitely getting on towards antique and she doesn't want me accidentally blowing my hand off. I am grateful for this consideration.
The thought that I am old enough now to purchase, own, and maintain a firearm never really occurred to me. Much like broccoli, I'm not against people owning guns in a general sense, but I personally find them distasteful. Some days I hardly manage not to trip over the flat pavement; I don't think it's a very good idea to put a device in my hands which is capable of propelling a metal slug through a person.
So that was my evening. Guns and Belles. :D
Commentary post-hack: OH THE IRONY. In February of 2008 I did, in fact, trip over flat pavement and broke my wrist.