The most fun you can have with your clothes on…

In one word: Guns

I was in the valley with my red neck boys on Saturday and Sunday, and when they are involved, the guns come out, and the fun begins. God I love these guys – they tease me, mock my taste in men, let me shoot their guns until I can’t shoot anymore, plus they buy me dinner and supply me with as much alcohol as I want to drink.  And to top it all off, they never hit on me or have any expectation that I should have sex with them as repayment for all of this awesomeness.  That’s some seriously nice friends I have there.

We were supposed to go deer hunting, but had to change the plan due to circumstances that were mostly down to me. Anyway, thanks to them, I spent Sunday afternoon with a Ruger, a scope, a 30 round magazine that was filled more times than I can count, and shot the shit out of a whole lot of apples, targets, and even made some pop cans dance : )  It was beyond fun.  Particularly when I had a whole lot of shots like this:


And no, I wasn’t ten feet away – I did that from 75 yards!!

I’m still excited about it and that was four days ago. So you can only imagine how beyond excited I am that I got this last night:


Well, I am 100% hooked! Not to mention that I have found my new hobby – getting really, really good at shooting handguns.  Of course, as I would do, I pick an expensive hobby that is a bottomless money pit, not to mention the 45 minute commute in my gas guzzling vehicle every time I want to shoot a gun.

But, all worth it – this really is the most fun you can have with your clothes on, hands down! And actually, not something you could do naked as holy shit that would have the potential to go south quickly – picture hot bullet casings hitting delicate, naked flesh as they are ejected from the gun.  (As an aside, do nudists/naturists ever carry guns, and if they do, how does that work?)

So, in the interests of keeping the economy going, I am signed up for the Holster course next week, and the Level 2 pistol course in December.  Chippy NS Chick is going to rock that range!  And, I’m pretty sure my Christmas gift to myself this year is going to be a stunning new handgun, type yet to be determined.

There. An entire blog and not one man drama or complaining man word written : )


Chippy Fifty Something Chick is still unattached and clueless…

So, I just read the profile thingy on wordpress that I came up with two or so years ago (I am actually clueless with how this whole blog thing is supposed to work and how you are supposed to make money doing this, because I’m pretty sure people must be making cash writing their crap, but I know I’m not. Most likely because I’m the only one who thinks I’m interesting and I ramble way too much and too many stupid men are involved). Anyway, this is what it says: “Despite my best intentions, I find myself unemployed, unattached and completely clueless about how the rest of my life is supposed to unfold”.

I guess I can say I took a step forward since I started the blog in that I was able to make it work being self- employed and can pay the bills and the mortgage.. But the rest of it’s pretty much the same. I suppose 33.33% progress is better than nothing.

Upon reflection, I think there’s nothing I can do about the unattached. I’ve reached the age where I’m far, far too chippy and unforgiving of male flaws to actually be able to stand having a relationship anymore. Booty calls for sure, actual grown up relationship, I’m not seeing it.  So really, I’m only going to be able to advance another 33.33%.

So, in the interests of personal growth, I have joined a gun club and I’m going to shoot shit all winter. Something about a semi-automatic handgun on a gun range does it for me. (And no, I am not doing this to meet men).

And as step two of my personal growth, I want to go on a trip between Christmas and New Years and do something different. Not my usual sit by a pool, drink all day and meet hot men type of vacation. (Did I just write that – it actually sounds like a fun way to spend a week – I’m not sure what I mean by this).

Warning – don’t ever google “50 plus adventure travel” unless you want to feel old. Happy grey haired couples, sites with names like “eldertreks” blah, blah, blah. Since when does being 50 something put you in the category of “senior”? God, I really just want to kill myself now – I still think I’m hot, but maybe all 50+ women think they are and I’m just being delusional and should probably be going to “eldertreks” to plan my vacation..

Anyway, I thought about how much I loved Crystal Crescent Beach this summer, and all the cool people I met there, and I’ve decided I‘m going to investigate naked vacations. So perhaps my usual sit by the pool, drink, and meet hot men type of vacation will be just that much more fun if everyone is naked. And I definitely won’t be going anywhere where “elder” “senior” or “blue” feature heavily in the advertising.

I do fully realize that gun shooting and naked vacations are not most people’s idea of personal growth, nor does it make me any less clueless than I was two years ago.

Somehow, though, I think it will be fun.