Pistol-Packin’ Mama

I know I’m a day late with this post, but I was too busy all weekend, having fun with my Mom and with my boys!

This was my 25th Mother’s Day. On May 11, 1987 I wrote in my journal:
Bill woke me up at 4 am to tell me Jayce was awake.
Ate doughnuts and Coke for breakfast.
Saw a grandmother smile at me and my baby and feel like I am now part of an exclusive club.

And here are the 3 boys that put me in that club –

So, on Saturday I and my sisters took Mom to yard sales and lunch – it’s become a tradition, one I look forward to every year.

Here’s what I bought

Relic bag for summer

1928 radio cabinet that aspires to become a wine cabinet

Then, on Sunday all 3 boys attended church with me (awwwww!), followed by a pizza picnic on the lawn of Pedals 2 People, where Jayce works, and then . . . the shooting range! They started me off with a .357 Magnum (made my teeth vibrate!), then a .22 handgun with a scope, a Baretta 9mil, and finally a 1911 .45 (my favorite of the 4).
And yes, I can still shoot – here’s the proof –

If zombies ever attack, I’m ready!