Looming Deadline

Sound the alarms, looming deadline spotted. Ok, it's not exactly looming, but a week and a half is a long time to think about doing a project. Procrastination ain't easy you know.

In fear of revealing the identities of my two partners(forgive me) for this project, I'll just name them Blondie1, and Blondie2. I'm clever. For a social flunky like me, it's quite the experience working on a project with two very outgoing women. Mostly I just stick to my guns; shut up, mumble occasionally, and generally stay out of the way.

Reset the Sear!

F-I-R-E-A-R-M-S

What a kick. Fun only begins to describe things.

Last weekend our class went down to Sedona Arizona to utilize the SPD shooting range. We were each issued a Sig Sauer 9mm P229, and under the watchful eye of the instructors we began decimating the targets. Everyone seemed to shoot well, and we had no major safety issues to speak of. It made for a great base for the weekend.

Seeing as it is a 40 minute drive from flagstaff to Sedona, some folks decided to get a hotel room down there instead of having to drive back and forth.

Pussies.

4 of us were true outdoorsmen, and stayed out in the rain with all the other critters. I felt so tough, sleeping in my Subaru. Those guys didn't know what they were missing out on. While they may not know something, I've learned something new. I'm about 4 inches to tall to be sleeping in the back of my Subaru. It is now noted, and future excursions will involve me taking more gear out, and sleeping diagonally. Lord knows I can't open the hatch, ickey critters might get in.

I have high expectations for the coming weekend. The whole class is off to Phoenix to utilize the police driving track. That's right!! Hot Pursuit Bay-Bee!!!! Like I said before.

Beware.

Of Red-Men and Hotdogs

Yeeeeeehaw!

I've been in Flagstaff, Arizona for almost a month now. And to be honest, my hopes of leaving the winter behind in Montana were fruitless. There's more snow on the ground here, than there is in Montana. I can't believe it.

"Believe it" I have to tell myself.

Oh well, nothing I can do but shake my fist at mother nature. Or give her the bird, but I suspect she enjoys that sort of thing.

I've taken up residence at a National Guard base outside of town. It's cheaper than renting an apartment in town, and I find there to be less distractions. But.........but, there's no cooking facilities, only a microwave. And I thought I left the life of living in the freshman dorms behind. Yes sirree, I am dining fine on Tuna, Hotdogs, Chips, Sandwiches, and canned fruit.

Yes, be envious of me. I'll not be gaining any weight while I'm here. I call it the Camp Navajo/Park Ranger Training Program diet. The book should be out in June.

Classes are somewhat mind-numbing, but what can I expect from studying law. We have different lawyers coming in to teach it, and I must say, I'm more confused now then when I was before I starting class. I can see it now, I'll make my first traffic stop, and then POW, I'll be running around in circles muttering about amendments and levels of force. Meanwhile the person I have pulled over will take pity on me, and drive me to the nearest bar to calm me down.

Now if they're a bad person, I think I'm ready for that. For 2 weekends we have practice beating the crap out of a guy wearing a suit of red padding. The "Red-Man". It's fun, but scary at the same time. There's a good chance that this will become a real life situation, and the dummy in the red suit will be carrying a weapon.

Which is why god gives us guns. Woohoo, next weekend we begin firearms, and it should be very interesting to say the least. I'm looking forward to it immensely. I'll be a lean mean law enforcement machine once I get out of here.

You hear that litterer's!?

BEWARE!