Recently I was invited to attend a gun show by my brother-in-law Jared, and it was fun to hang out with him and talk guns, movies, politics, and whatever else. However, I must admit I did fear for my life at the event. Let me paint this picture for you.
The first evidence that a gun show was taking place was the massive gathering of deisel fed monsters (American made, of course) that littered the parking lot. From these monsters exited camo-covered, boot cladding, gun yielding individuals (with just a sprinkle of mullet) geared up for a gun-powdered extravaganza. Upon surviving the "truck corral", we entered the facility when suddenly a cold sensation shivered up my spine. There hanging in all it's glory, gently swayed a banner displayed by the NRA. Though the banner was simple in nature--white background and bold black lettering--the words penetrated my soul with a pure sense of terror. With every word I read, the Fight-Or-Flight response in which we all posses began to take hold. Upon this right-wing "Title of Liberty" proclaimed a plea, a plea to unite as free men in support of the never-ending Gun Possessing War now centered against the man for which I proudly supported in this great nation's elections: Barack Obama. There I stood, surrounded by thousands of gun-toting individuals all up-in-arms over the defeat of their beloved McCain less than a month previous, about to enter one of the biggest gatherings and collections of weapons/ammo (at wholesale price, mind you) this state has witnessed this year, and all I had to protect myself was an iPod, cellphone, and my wits. Needless to say, I...was...screwed. Cautiously, I leaned over to my companion and whispered these words of desperation: "Do you think I should keep quiet the fact I voted for Obama?" With a twinkle in his eye, Jared chuckled and agreed that my concern and plan for survival was just.
Anyway, it was fun to look at all the weaponry, from the top-of-the-line to the bottom-of-the-barrel (no pun intended). Personally, I found the vintage arms to be the best of the whole selection. In fact, they had an original "Tommy Gun" from the early twentieth century, complete with a drum magazine and violin case. The highlight, however, was the booth selling vintage LP's, and I was able to score an excellent condition of The Rolling Stones'
Aftermath for only $2. So with LP in hand, I walked out of the building alive to tell the tale of the
Crossroads of the West 2008 Gunshow.
Mike, Cindy, and myself stayed up way to late one night and started talking about all the scenes that you could do with ginger bread. We got a kick out of the Idea to do Leonardo Da Vinci's Last Supper and decided to give it a try. We have worked on it since last Thursday. but it is a master piece. I think old Leonardo would be proud. Tell us what you think!
I'm sure this has been seen on my sisters blogs but I wanted to mention that while my wonderful Mikey was risking his life at a gun show, I was able to go down to Emery County and see my dads play. It Was Man of La Mancha. This is one of my favorite plays and I was so excited to see it. This is the set. When it comes to sets my dad is a genius! I am also very proud of my mom who played some very hard music for this production.
Funny thing, in order to post a comment I had to type in the security word, and guess what it was? MOLETR. So you can call me: THE MOLETR-defender of peace, liberty, and what ever else a MOLETR would do...eat dirt maybe? fight cancerous body moles? This is how I roughly conceptualize my alter ego. Excuse me, however, danger is afoot: MOLETR AWAY!!!
In dedication to one of our favorite bands, we decided to go smash our pumpkins. We went out our window on to our 3 story fire escape and chucked them as hard as we could. Mikes was pretty hollow and made a huge pop. Mine was pretty damn ripe and splattered everywhere. Thank you Carbon/Emery County for teaching us how to have cheap fun.
Halloween Was great. We carved pumpkins ate to much and watched movies until 5 a.m. We also had a good time scaring our nieces and nephew. Mike carved the screaming man and I carved the mad scientist. good times.
Yes, we are crazy cat people! Meet Scraps and Rents (Renton) . We got Rents 2 1/2 years ago, and named him after a character from Trainspotting. We have had scraps for 1 1/2 years. We named him Scraps because when we adopted him from 4paws rescue and brought him home, he would try to eat everything like bread and gummy worms. Rents taught him well and soon started eating and grooming right. They sure do love each other.
