Several months ago Miller arranged a blogger get together up at the NRA range, but I was heading to Tennessee to take the Cornered Cat class, so I missed it. Then Sean planned a get together at the Appleseed event in North Carolina and I was going to get to meet him, Keads, and several other really neat and generous folks, but E was really struggling and I just couldn’t leave her.
A few weeks ago Weer’d announced he was coming to Virginia and asked if any of us in The Commonwealth would want to meet up and, of course, I said, yes, yes, yes! Most of you know that I am in love with Weer’d(in a completely appropriate internet stalking kind of way) because he went through the incredibly painful process of teaching me the difference between single action/double action and because he was so darn nice to me when I thoroughly embarrassed myself with the whole tongue punch debacle. I truly thought I had a pervy mind, but mine pales in comparison to his…love that about him. Unfortunately, since my mind doesn’t go there, I made comments on his post based on what I thought a tongue punch was. If, unlike me, you actually do know what a tongue punch is and then you read my comments you would think my mind was way beyond pervy and more like twisted criminal. I had mentioned what I wrote to my 20 year old son, who said, “Mom, that is not what tongue punch means.” “This is what it means”
I think I turned white. Terror. Sick to my stomach, Oh my goodness! What have I done?? This is not good. In what turned out to be a junior highish exchange, I emailed North in a panic who then emailed Weer’d who then emailed me and only moderately laughed at my naivety and then promptly removed my comments. A man like that I want to meet, but that is when we lost Newbius so it wasn’t to be.
While on vacation in the Outer Banks last month, I thought I might get an impromptu meeting with Brock, but that to did not come to fruition either.
This past weekend I was scheduled to attend the Appleseed event here in Virginia and was to meet a man who I have been emailing with and who has been very nice to me, but that is when my new job started…foiled again.
After all of those let downs, you would think I would learn not to get my hopes up, but I am stubborn and hard headed(proof…as we speak my legs are crossed. I know they are not supposed to be, but in an act of rebellion, I am keeping them crossed) so I am bouncing off the walls excited that this Saturday, fingers crossed, I will get to not only meet, but also shoot with MSgt B from My Muse shanked me(also a perv), Nancy, CTone, and Broken Andy. No Old NFO which breaks my heart, but he has an open invitation to come have dinner at my house, so hopefully soon.
Praying this puts an end to my blogger get together drought!!
I had planned to take a Rape Prevention seminar, but it would have meant being gone all day and now that I am working weekends, I decided to stick closer to home. This will be a nice compromise.