Janie's got a gun.

Despite extra rest and Allegra, I think my seasonal sinus infection is descending upon me. I feel feverish - it's like an icebox in here. This morning I wanted so much to wear my nice, soft pajama pants to work. They even matched the shirt I'd already put on. Why must we have dress codes? :) I'm okay with getting sick now as long as I'm not sick at my wedding. Thanksgiving is usually one of my Kleenex holidays. I'm praying every day that I'll get to be a healthy bride...IN 59 DAYS! :D

Evan and I had a bonding experience last night. We totally stuffed ourselves at the Olive Garden and talked about all kinds of things. Then it was off to the gun range so I could learn to shoot. I had never been in the presence of people shooting handguns before, but I didn't think it would bother me that much. When we went into the range, there were several men there rapid-firing, and I started panicking a little. I kept telling myself everything was okay, but it's hard to squash the instinct of gunshot = danger = run for your life. Evan loaded up the small gun and started instructing me, but at first I was physically afraid to even pick it up. It was weird. Finally I got hold of myself and managed to fire a few shots. Then I watched him shoot for a while. By the time we left, I was a lot more comfortable with it. I felt like a wimp, but Evan said I did better than he had expected. He seemed proud of me, and I felt like I had learned to trust him even more. Also, good that I can now defend myself if I ever have to. Though karate or something would be better. :)

Anyway, I'm so glad I get to marry him. He takes such good care of me, and he understands me. A little while ago he called and said, "Did you post yet about your experience at the gun range?" Yes...a man who knows my habits. :)

I made some new icons. (Thanks for reminding me how to link, Vicky! :))

Janie's got a gun.

Despite extra rest and Allegra, I think my seasonal sinus infection is descending upon me. I feel feverish - it's like an icebox in here. This morning I wanted so much to wear my nice, soft pajama pants to work. They even matched the shirt I'd already put on. Why must we have dress codes? :) I'm okay with getting sick now as long as I'm not sick at my wedding. Thanksgiving is usually one of my Kleenex holidays. I'm praying every day that I'll get to be a healthy bride...IN 59 DAYS! :D

Evan and I had a bonding experience last night. We totally stuffed ourselves at the Olive Garden and talked about all kinds of things. Then it was off to the gun range so I could learn to shoot. I had never been in the presence of people shooting handguns before, but I didn't think it would bother me that much. When we went into the range, there were several men there rapid-firing, and I started panicking a little. I kept telling myself everything was okay, but it's hard to squash the instinct of gunshot = danger = run for your life. Evan loaded up the small gun and started instructing me, but at first I was physically afraid to even pick it up. It was weird. Finally I got hold of myself and managed to fire a few shots. Then I watched him shoot for a while. By the time we left, I was a lot more comfortable with it. I felt like a wimp, but Evan said I did better than he had expected. He seemed proud of me, and I felt like I had learned to trust him even more. Also, good that I can now defend myself if I ever have to. Though karate or something would be better. :)

Anyway, I'm so glad I get to marry him. He takes such good care of me, and he understands me. A little while ago he called and said, "Did you post yet about your experience at the gun range?" Yes...a man who knows my habits. :)

I made some new icons. (Thanks for reminding me how to link, Vicky! :))