Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Dead Fred

"Don't think you're going to shoot to wing him; shoot to kill."


That's what the shooting instructor said. Even as I cringed inwardly, I realized the wisdom of his words.

Our targets were set up--a line of human sihouettes.

If this was going to work for me, I had to play a little mind game. I thought of the scariest scenario that I had ever worried about:  me alone at home with several of my little ones and a big guy named Fred, brandishing a knife as he was breaking into my house.




I fumbled with trying to get the bullets into the magazine-I awkwardly wrapped my fingers around the gun's handle-I shuffled my feet, trying to get into a proper shooting stance-I hemmed and hawed and hesitated until I could put it off no longer. With trepidation, I squeezed the trigger. Well, that wasn't as scary as I thought it was going to be. Then I squeezed it a few more times.  Well! That wasn't so bad. It was actually rather exhilarating!




                                                   And Dread Fred became Dead Fred.

Friday, January 25, 2013

An Afternoon At The Range

(and I don't mean the kitchen range)


True confession:  I don't really like guns. I don't think shooting is very much fun.


But I believe strongly in our Second Amendment rights and I refuse to stand by quietly and let those rights be trampled. As an American I have the right to own a gun and to shoot a gun and to carry a gun. So I signed up to take a class to become a pistol packing Momma Bear. (yea for Oklahoma's open carry law!)  And that is how I found myself spending the afternoon at the gun range.



However, I don't think I will actually carry a gun around (although if it involves getting a new purse, I  might consider it!) (no, I am really not that shallow!) and I won't be spending Saturday afternoons at the gun-range or on a weekend hunting trip. Just doesn't sound fun to me.

But I have thought long and hard about this:  if someone were to physically threaten any of my loved ones--particularly any of my children--I wouldn't hesitate to defend them. Soon I will be able to legally defend them with a gun. I am only lacking the paperwork. And the passport picture.

There was one concept that stood out to me above all and it was that you need to be certain in your mind that you or your loved one is in danger of imminent bodily harm before you consider picking up that gun and once the gun is in your hand, you shoot to kill.


My mind balks at that...the thought of being responsible for killing someone is abhorrent. Then thoughts of Columbine High School, or the movie theater in Aurora, Colorado or Sandy Hook Elementary School flash through my mind and I think I could defend the defenseless.

Earnestly I pray that I will never be thrust into such a horrendous situation. But if I am, I feel like I am on my way to being prepared. Because I have decided I will be investing some time improving my aim at the gun range after all.




Monday, November 19, 2012

I Have A Brain Hurricane


Faster than a straight line wind gust, more powerful than an F-5 tornado, able to leap over dangling participles in a single bound:   that's my mind when I am writing. And, like a hurricane, it is impossible to control and just as unpredictable.

My Rules for Writing

1. Holy Spirit Filter.
Being a Christian and having a Christian worldview, I desire that all I do should glorify God, and so everything that I write goes through the Holy Spirit filter. A Holy Spirit filter is my conscious effort to make sure everything I write would honor God. Sometimes the Holy Spirit filter kicks in right away and other times not until the revision stage. The best resources for developing a good Holy Spirit filter are the Scriptures and communion with God.

2. Read good books.
Read early and often. Read a quantity of quality. By immersing my brain in excellent literature, naturally I have more stuff to draw from. Quality in, quality out. I don't consciously take note of new vocabulary, interesting sentence structure or theme-building techniques but I do know it soaks in and affects my writing and/or thinking.

3. Experience.
I hardly ever say no to a new experience. (spelunking and rappelling may be exceptions and possibly rock climbing) Even if it sounds like something I'm really not going to be that into, I will give it a try. If I really think I'm going to hate it, I will go along for the ride with my camera in my pocket, with the sole intent of taking pictures for possible blackmail on some future occasion.

4. Perspective--divergent thinking.
I like to write about things people don't expect and in a way they don't expect. I shun tired old cliches, worn-out figures of speech and used-up phrases. I never want my reader to say or think, "Wow, I saw that coming a mile away."  Unless it is a tornado heading my way, in which case I want them to say that as soon as they see it.

5.  Think-think-think all the time.
My intent is to engage in the life I'm living.  But if a thought comes to me, I will jot it down in a little notebook...or on my arm. Or on somebody else's forehead. Whatever works.    

6.  Reread, review, revise or rewrite.
When I have a brainstorm, I write until I have gotten it all out of my system. Then I go back to reread it. Sometimes I find I like the way it came out and very little revising is necessary. Then there are the other times:  the times when I have to cross out, delete or erase, when I have to rewrite phrases and rearrange paragraphs. Or totally scrap it and start over. Usually, I am going to be rewriting. I try not to let it discourage me. I want to really like what I have written and, unless it is a very unusual situation, I do not quit until I am thoroughly pleased with the final product.

7.  Vary sentence structure.
We are all so tired of predictable sentence patterns: the old noun followed by a verb with a few adjectives and adverbs thrown in now and then. I like to begin a sentence with a verb phrase now and then or perhaps a couple of adjectives. Sitting in a composition class with my son a few years ago, I learned a lot from the Excellence in Writing curriculum. And I highly recommend it. Sadly, the feeling probably isn't mutual because I routinely ignore some important and possibly essential rules of grammar and punctuation.

8.  Engage the audience.
When I choose something to write about, it has to matter to me. However, when I choose something to publish on my blog, it has to matter to me and my audience. From the very first sentence, I want to "hook" my readers and get them to care about what I'm writing about. Sometimes my opening sentence or my title is a little mysterious or unexpected and that piques interest. Other times my title might be boring but the subject is relevant to many. Still other times, the subject is so off-beat that one can hardly resist reading it to see what that's all about.

At least, that is what I am hoping for. And sometimes it works.

Monday, August 27, 2012

The Top Ten Reasons...


...why I will never be Kelly Bass when I grow up:



#10. because I love my *pink* thermal underwear and my *pink* hoodie and I plan to wear them to every campout this year

#9. because I have pretty much lapped her in height

#8. because I like taking pictures of flowers  (although I almost took a picture of bear "scat" when
we were at Boy Scout camp as well as a picture of a tree branch that looked like a Q)

#7. because I would never rappel down a mountain when there is a perfectly good path to walk down

#6. because I don't think I could ever have as much energy as she has...even if I drank three energy drinks a day (although I am pretty sure that would be quite amusing)

#5. because, after looking all over our tent at camp, I never did figure out where to plug in my curling iron

#4. because I cannot get up at 4:30 a.m. to run with my dog...my dog is way too lazy

#3. because I could never fit five days worth of clothes in a backpack, much less five days worth of clothes, a tent, a sleeping bag AND my share of the food

#2. because I am sorely tempted to bedazzle my baseball cap

                        and the number 1 reason why I'll never be Kelly Bass when I grow up...

#1. because I don't think I will ever be able to "leave no trace"




     

Monday, August 13, 2012

Last Week I Learned... Part Four






                               ...a buck in your purse is better than three bucks in the backyard






...into each life a little rain must fall...and in Colorado that usually happens every day











...our campsite is our "home sweet home" and home is that much sweeter when we can put the "smellies" in the trailer so the bear can't get them











  ...it might be a hill to you but it is a mountain to me.




























...the sky seems bluer, the grass seems greener and God seems nearer in Colorado

















                                                ...good things come to those who wait
                                                ...bad things happen to good people
                                                ...and some things you just can't figure out


Friday, August 10, 2012

Last Week I Learned... Part Three




 ...it's going to rain so I better be prepared.








...just let the bear have whatever the bear wants














...and stay out of his way...unless you're burly and have a big voice...(or a stick and a pile of rocks)










         .
                       ...you've got to keep climbing, even when the mountain seems impossibly high





              ...if you go hiking with this guy he will take really good care of you










...bloom where you are planted...even if it is in the middle of the path...and you might get stepped on











                                                               ...keep looking up





                        ...there will always be another mountain for another day---at least, in Colorado




Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Last Week I Learned... Part Two









                                                  ...to look for reminders of the love of Jesus everywhere







 








...a few aspen trees can make even a scummy lake beautiful








...I don't need reveille when the sunrise calls to me as it kisses the trees on the mountain above our campsite



                                                       
                                                          ...even the trees have eyes









...to put my focus on what is really important--both in life and in photography















                    ...stopping to smell the flowers is worth having to run to catch up