Firing Range

I went to the firing range for the first time last night. They have half price ladies night on Mondays. Ladies night at a firing range? I was expecting to see what TV shows present. People standing in stalls all looking serious with seemingly perfect stances and perfect aim. Instead, I was greeted with a crowd of young 21+ year old Chinese kids, pale skinny looking boys with gelled up hair, accompanied by pale skinny flat-ironed long haired girls chatting in Cantonese. I was really taken back by the age of the crowd. Shouldn’t they be doing homework on a Monday night? Go drink some beer or something. I can’t believe how easy it is to mess around with hand guns in this country.

I handed over my BC drivers, “does she know how to use a gun?” yes said CB, I gave a puzzled look then looked back down, I guess I’ve used a gun, water gun, BB-gun, pellet gun, paintball??? I gave my signature, put in my ear plugs and put on my protective eye wear then we stepped into the shooting room.

I immediately broke into a sweat at the sound of guns firing. It seems to shake the whole room and you can smell gun powder in the air. We slipped into stall #3. Each stal was divided by a concrete wall and people were shooting adjacent to us. I was scared shitless. I wanted to leave but was too scared to even leave the stall again. It was a strange feeling, it’s not like they’re going to turn around and shoot me, but the thought that bullets were flying in the room and shells ejecting everywhere made me feel vulnerable. Or it might have been the thought that I was in the same room as 21yr kids messing around with guns. CB was loading his gun. I kept close to the concrete wall covering my ears. I could feel the shooting from the guy next to us. By this time I was sweating as much as I do after a 6 mi run. The sound of guns firing endlessly was overwhelming. CB handed me the gun, I stared back blankly and shook my head. So he took the first few shots trying to explain to me what to do, but I could barely hear over the guns firing and the ear plug. Finally, I took my turn and was pleasantly (I’m being sarcastic here) surprised to learn that should I need to shoot someone standing 15 feet away, I can do some serious damage. Not that I can shoot them between the eyes, but it is somewhat unsettling to experience how easy it is to hit a body. It wasn't hard pulling the trigger either, which means you can easily miss fire a gun if the safety isn't on. I did a few more rounds and we started working on target practice. Suddenly I felt like I was at the driving range. My bullets had a tendency to veer to one direction, just like my golf balls did.


Target Practice 

I spoke to Mag this morning about it, she laughed at the idea of a ladies night at a firing range. Is that supposed to be an angry X-girlfriend stress relief night? Where you can bring a blown up picture of your X-man and use it as target practice? I don’t think that’ll be a good idea. I'd hate to be the one standing next to an angy chick with a loaded gun. Let's stick to the gym and desserts.

March Madness

March is coming to an end and looking back on all my weekends, this was the best month ever. All the weekend trips and snowboarding!! That is a big deal because ever since I moved from Vancouver I've been missing all the weekend skiing/boarding I used to do. So a quick count, Kirkwood, Alpine, Brighton-Utah, Snowbird-Utah, Las Vegas partying , Napa getting wasted (after one winery, how sad). I also went to a Persian wedding which was very eventful. I got to see all my chiro friends who I've lost touch with since graduation. We all sat a the same table and talked about... what else? chiro doh. We got to the reception at 6:30pm as indicated on the invitation, but the event did not start till 9pm!! shoot, talk about being late!

With all that weekend-fun my running came to a screaching halt. My plan of increasing 1 mile per week seemed to have reversed from 7 mi to an average of 6 miles. In addition, I nearly killed my left Achilles last weekend by trying to squeeze in 6 miles on a treadmill in less than an hour. It didn’t happen, my ankle was hurting and my right ITB was aching. I ended up limping my way home. Smart move Head Dump. I think it's time to join a running group.

I don't do drugs

So yesterday while passing by eachother and making small talk we started "joking" around. You know, those dry pretencious jokes that have absolutely no substance? then I gave my Oscar winning laugh. So fake. The he blurts "Have you ever done drugs?" No, oh Nnooooooooo, I wouldn't even have the slightest clue where to get them if I wanted some. "you know, that's very rare, most people have done drugs, I never tried it either!" I don't know why he brought up this subject again. Boss does it at the most random moments, constantly picking my history to see if I've tried anything. Is it even any of his business? Is it? And if I have, does he really think I'll tell my buddy Boss that I have? sheesh.

smoke this

Of all the habits for me to pick up, why oh why does smoking have to be one of them? I used to hate the smell of smoke. It would irritate me to the point that I'd get snappy. Then I slowly got used to it, then I would try it now and then. Then I'd smoke socially, but social smoking didn't last long when I found out I'd pass out within a matter of seconds if I was drinking at the same time. Now, I stand outside the front door late at night and enjoy a smoke when I have a bad day, which seems to be nearly everyday.

and you know my name is Simon

There's these childhood songs that I frequently hum.. usually starts off unconsciously out of the blue for whatever reason. "Simon" is one of them, and I'm not even sure if i've got the lyrics right since I was still speaking Chinglish at that time. I remember I used to sing to Casper too when I was a kid. "Casper the friendly ghost lala lala la la la... (repeat x 10)" I didn't know the words to that either, and the singing would be cut short everytime the evil sisters poked fun of my English 'cuz I couldn't finish the song. Biatches... you guys were the adopted ones!!

Then there's this other one which I have no idea where I got it from, and I can never remember how it goes when I want to. It's something that just comes out of me, usually when I'm in a good mood. Most of the time I hum it when I'm at home or when I'm day dreaming. I won't even realize I'm huming until I stop and silence takes over. Then I'd try to hum it again and I CAN'T! I CAN'T remember how it goes. sheesh.

that's all I wanted to say, thank you for reading.

oh oh oh, I get Saturday the 26th off, Boss' Wife decided to give us a day off since it's Easter weekend. yayayayay More snowboarding!!! More drinking Friday night.

happy birthday Joe

This blog is for the healthiest, most energetic 83 year old I know. He turned 83 yesterday and at 5’6 and 155lb, he’s in better shape than a lot of the guys I know in their 20s. He’s amazingly lean for his age (again, leaner than most 20 year olds I know) and remains cognizant of everything I explain to him. (mmm.. also smarter than most boys I know)
His hobbies include walking and gardening. He wakes up early every morning to help the ladies around his neighborhood with their gardens. He says with a slight Japanese accent "the ladies are too old and have trouble maintaining their lawns so (he) likes to help them out." He comes in early in the morning from Half Moon Bay with dirt still in his finger nails. He’s always well dressed and always smiling. Aside from the use of hearing aids and arcus senilis in his eyes I can only hope to be as healthy, active and alert as him when I reach 83. If you’re wondering why he came in if he’s healthy? Well, some shingles fell on his head about 20 years ago and he’s had an achy left shoulder since then. He’s been to several doctors, physical therapists, acupuncturists, chiropractors and hasn’t found much relief. So, here’s a little shameless plug on my part. I said to Joe on his second visit, “I haven’t had one shoulder problem I haven’t been able to take care of.” Then I thought to myself.. dear god, please don’t him be my first. After two visits he tells me he can finally sleep better at night and I’m his favorite doctor!! YAY! I love you too Joe!

itsy bitsy spider

I drove out of my gym's parking garage this afternoon, making a left to the stop light as I've done several times before. I waited at the stop light wondering whether this time I'll be able to make it past the second set of lights and drive directly onto the freeway. Then I see the small brown spider on my windshield crawling up towards the roof of the car. I lean forward to observe it "damn, it's on the inside" The light turns green, oh shit, I stepped on the peddle while looking for something to kill it with and keeping a close eye on that sucker, and oh, the road, the road, must look at the road. I had to act fast before it craws to the top and starts hanging down in front of me, teasing me, or worse yet, on top of my head weaving a web into my hair. I stopped at the following red light, I don't care to hit the green on this trip. I must act fast before the light changes. I found a piece of paper and smacked it against the windshield, always using more force than needed. Then I ran my other hand up and down the paper to make sure it's flat, so that sucker is not just dead, but it's REALLY dead.. as in, it's not going to craw onto your hand dead. I've done this enough times to know that you must smack harder than need to, double it up with an extra hit or that thing, whatever that thing is, will come alive!

Ok, mission accomplished, paper placed on the side to be thrown away, green light in front of me, I"m ready to go back to work. Then a flash of memory occured, DK in the drivers seat, covering his head with his hooded sweatshirt at the mere mention of 'spider'. How is he going to take care of a situation like this? Pull over?