Speaking Of Books

Evyl Robot is trying his hand at fiction. His plan it to post(on Mondays I think) a little sample of his writings on his blog for all of us to enjoy. If you haven’t been to his blog recently then so far you have only missed Part 1 and Part 2. Go get caught up before Part 3 is published. I am anxiously awaiting the next installment.

Tom McHale just released his book Insanely Practical Guide to Gun Holsters. You probably want to download today it from Amazon. It is full of great info. Plus it is pretty funny and for the next few days it is free!!

Apparently Lotta Joy also has a book coming out. She is a fabulous writer. Again, if you have not been to her blog you are missing out. She is smart, witty and fricken hilarious.

Lastly, if you would like to read an excerpt or two from the book I posted about yesterday, go here.

Quote Of The Day

I stopped by Murphy’s Law’s blog where I read his take on ol Mark Kelly’s fabulous tale of why he bought an AR-15.

In the comments Paladin said…

“So he wanted to buy one to show how easy it is for a person who can legally own a gun to get one? Kind of seems pointless, but whatever. I think a better exercise would be for him to keep the gun and see how long it takes for it to make him transform into a murderous psychopath.”

That is a great idea. If the anti gun folks want to really prove a point they should all buy guns, wait and see how long it will take for the GUN to transform them into murderous psychopaths and then say “See, I told you so.”


I am sure the only thing keeping those folks from killing people is the fact that they have yet to purchase a firearm.

An Opportunity

A while ago I was contacted by an author, D.C. Burns, who was looking for support for her new project. She asked me if I would be willing to let her post a little something about her book on the blog.

I don’t usually allow people to advertise on here anymore. When companies began asking me to review products for them I said sure, but most of what I got was not good, a huge waste of my time and it started to become a lot of work, so now I respectfully decline and only promote products I use and believe in(such as my AGirl Holster). My first thought when D.C. Burns contacted me was to say no. I would not promote a book I had not read, but…

I have been conversing back and forth with Ms. Burns and the book sounds intriguing to me. I like guns, I like positive portrayals of gun owners, I like a woman who does not remain a victim, I like a mystery and frankly I like D.C.

Here is what she has to say…

Hi, my name is D.C. Burns and along with my partner Mike White, we have put together a Kickstarter Project to accomplish a couple of things. We are both authors and sport shooters. We had been writing a co-authored book aimed toward the new and growing group of women shooters, which portrays the gun community in a realistic and positive light, when everything hit the fan because of Sandy Hook. Because of the fallout – meaning the sudden lunacy of the media and many politicians blaming the gun community for the crazy people – we decided to pick up the pace, finish the manuscript and publish it ourselves in ink on paper, in hardback. Old School. We also want to invite the gun community to participate in the book, become a part of it, by posting tips/advice/wisdom that will be published in a special section of the book called Straight Shootin’. We are grateful to A Girl and Her Gun, whose own life story is similar to the story of the main female character in the book, for allowing us to post this request for donations both of tips (if you wanna) and funds (if you can), to help us get this done. Printing, marketing and distributing are expensive.

Here is the Kickstarter link to the project: 


Thanks and Good Shooting!

Even if you can not donate at this time(totally get money is tight for everyone), perhaps you could help spread the word. They have struggled a bit getting support and are hoping the mighty powerful blogging community might be willing to lend a hand. I am sure D.C. would be willing to answer any questions about the project.

Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday

to every one’s favorite pony aficionado, Erin

Erin recently wrote a post about having a hard day. We all have hard days, but those days are made even tougher when we let the bullies, the insensitive, the liars, the fakes, and the cowards get to us.

It is hard not to let them. Most are so skilled at being awful that they often have the upper hand.

When I first wrote my Open Letter post, I, for the first time received a ton of criticism and then after I broke my ribs, for the first time saw just plain meanness(I often use these 2 examples because they are the only two I have. I fortunately have not had a lot of meanness, so excuse the repetition). I was attacked not simple for training differently, but because it was easy. Being mean is extremely easy. I was called names, belittled  and picked on, but it was OK because it was snarky and funny and I write a blog, so fair game.

I surprised myself at how little those comments bothered me. I remember reading them and not being upset or hurt nor did I feel like crying. That was not my normal reaction to events like that. I am perpetually nice and caring and sensitive, but for the first time I truly did not give a flying flip. It felt good.

In the comments of Erin’s post was left this…

John Galt- “When you can say “Fuck The World” and mean it, you free yourself up to make REAL friends.

No, you won’t have many.  The concepts of honor, loyalty, empathy and all the others that make up a true friendship, have been drained out of most of the people in our crumbling society.  This, however, makes the friends you do find even more precious.”

I could not agree more and I don’t think one has to become hardened or mean in order to achieve that freedom. It isn’t so much how I treat people or how I prepare my heart against harm as it is convincing my mind that I am good enough and the opinion of so and so just doesn’t make one ounce of difference.

Ironically, reading Erin’s blog and the comments she left here and else where had a huge impact on my ability to do just that.

I envied her writing and her no-nonsense ability to be who she was/is. Many nights I would read the nastiness of someone else and have to fight the urge to feel bad or to change. Erin was one of the people I looked to and that example helped me have the courage to be more me. Not to be her or like her or like any of the other people I respected, but by their example be more comfortable with who I was. Who I am.

By the time the rib thing came up I just didn’t care at all what anyone thought..

Now real people still hurt. I had someone I respected and valued and trusted who turned out to be a fake and a liar. That stung, but only for a day or so because in the end how someone treats you says nothing about you and everything about him(or her).

I think these lessons(as I have written about them time and time again) are valuable ones not only to have better day to day lives, but certainty as it relates to self defense and our safety. Not worrying what other’s think about us carrying a gun or a knife or screaming when we feel threatened  Not worrying about being embarrassed. These are very common reasons why people allow themselves to be in more danger than they need to be and we need to get over it.

My wish for Erin on her birthday as well as for all of you, is that you find the courage to say screw um.

Have a beautiful day!!

And The Winner Is…

This is about the 5th or 6th Giveaway that I have done in my short 2 years of blogging,(I missed my blogaversary somehow. It was a week or so ago) but this is first one where I decided to choose the recipient.

Normally people send in their name, I put the names in a hat(either real or electronic) and the name is drawn. That is a waaayyyyyy easier method.

If you are not aware, this time each person wanting a chance to get the gifts was required to write a short or not so short explanation of why she wanted the training and what it would mean to her.

The women who took the time to write their stories are quite an inspiration.The entries were varied from teachers, to stay at home mommies, to young women just starting out on their own. We had professionals who wanted to be safer on the job and those that were aging and felt a need to increase their odds of survival against a stronger enemy. Stories that made me cry and those that made me smile. Many that made me nod i agreement as I understood their fear and trepidation of taking that first step into the world of firearms. I had a very difficult time choosing, so difficult that I couldn’t do it. I was finally able to narrow the field down to 10 which took me all the way til yesterday to do. Then I sent those 10 onto a panel of 3 other folks. My husband, our very first giveaway winner and a newbie shooter. Those 3 sent me their top choices. All 3 of them picked the same top 4, but in a different orders, so I wrote each name on a piece of paper, put them in my Hoplorati hat and my daughter A, then choose a name. Very complicated system:)

What name did she choose you ask?????

Drum role please…

CONGRATULATIONS TO Ms. Lynda Duke!!!!!!!!

Lynda was gracious enough to allow me to share her story(as were the other 4 and I will be sharing their stories later in the week)

Hi AGirl,
I was really excited to read about this wonderful opportunity for a beginner like me to win firearms training and the other amazing gifts being given away with this contest. It’s not just firearms training class, but training with real experts in the field. I find that to be very exciting. Because I live in Southwest Virginia I could easily travel to Fairfax, Virginia.
To tell you how much this would mean to me and why I really want to win this contest I must first tell you my story on what led me to want to learn all I can about guns and why.
When I was growing up my father hunted and always had guns. I remember a little gun he carried with him when we traveled. My father never taught us girls, (there were three of us with no brothers) anything about guns.  We just knew they were in our home.
It was when I was a teenager that I first began to fear guns. One day my parents were not home and my next door neighbor Donna and I were hanging out. We were outside with a neighbor boy. I can’t remember why but for some reason we were afraid and ran into my house. He was chasing us and going from door to door to try and get in. We were scared enough that I ran and climbed on a chair in my parents bedroom and I got one of my dad’s pistols out of the top of his closet. I don’t even know if it was loaded. I just remember standing at my front door pointing it when the boy got in. I remember shaking and feeling so scared. He backed out pretty quickly. I put the gun back where my dad had hidden it and never told my parents what had happened or what I did. The fear that gripped my heart that day – thinking of the what if’s – paralyzed me as far as guns were concerned. I didn’t want anything to do with them.
The years passed and I got married and had children. My father passed away in July of 1995 and my mom gave all my dad’s guns to each of us girls. My husband locked mine away and we didn’t really mess with it or anything. I had small children and was too afraid to have them in the house because of what had happened when I was a teenager. Then, on December 26, 1996, my oldest sister’s husband committed suicide with one of the guns from my dad’s collection. That was the end for me of ever wanting a gun around. I thought they were too dangerous. My mom felt guilty because she had given the guns to us and asked for them back and got rid of them.
So here I am today, after years of refusing to allow guns in my home, now wanting to learn as much as I can and get a concealed weapons permit and carry. What changed my mind? This…
December 26, 2012 my husband and I were traveling to Florida to visit my son, his wife and our grand baby. We make this trip about every couple of months. As usual, we left home before anything was open. So when we got about a hour down the road we knew the McDonald’s  in Christiansburg right off Interstate 81 would be open for breakfast. We thought we’d grab a biscuit and coffee and use the restroom. We went in and a man had just finished cleaning the ladies’ room. I asked him if it was ok for me to go in. He said yes. My husband went in the men’s room and I went in the ladies’ room. I stopped at the sink when I realized the door opened. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a mop start mopping in and out of the room. I stood quietly. I was not about to go into one of the stalls. I was trying to figure out what this man was doing in the restroom since he told me he was done and to go in. He then propped a chair in the door and was working his way in. That chair in the door would cause anyone else to think it was unavailable. I took off out of there and as I went by he said something like, “Oh I was trying to make it smell nicer in there.” All the while my husband had no clue I was feeling threatened. He was in the front of the place ordering our food. Over the next ten-plus hours on that long trip to Florida I thought a lot about what happened. I don’t know what his intentions were? But it scared me enough that I was very fearful every time we stopped on that trip and I needed to go into a restroom alone. That day I realized how vulnerable I am. I thought about my fears and how really irrational they were. I thought about the death of my dear sweet brother-in-law. Yes, it was VERY sad and horrible.  And I am sorry my sister is alone and went through that.
But my thinking changed that day. I had to recognize that him committing suicide wasn’t the gun’s fault. I had to recognize that maybe me getting a gun as a teenager and holding it on someone may have saved me and my friend from a very bad situation. All those years I dwelled on the, “what if’s” and thinking “what if I had shot him.”  But now I think, “what if I saved us?” Another event comes to mind. Just in the last year I was walking out of a store and a truck with three men in it started following me in the parking lot. They blocked my daughter’s van and I had to jump in through back doors.   I am not quite 5′ 2″ and I weigh about 125 pounds. I know I really couldn’t have protected myself if they had done anything.
Well, my husband and I made it to Florida and visited with my son and his in-laws.  Most of them carry. In fact my daughter-in-law’s mother had just purchased “The Judge.” My son showed it to me and I held it. It was a bit heavy for me. Then on New Year’s Day we went out to the grand parents property and the guys went out to shoot. I secretly wanted to give it a try. I didn’t say anything though. We were getting ready to leave and my daughter-in-law told my son she really wanted to shoot his gun before we left. I popped up and said, “Me too!” So we went to where they were all shooting at targets. The first gun I tried was a 22 caliber revolver. Then I shot my son’s Sig Sauer 40 caliber. I LOVED shooting! I felt SO empowered. I even had my husband video me with my phone and I texted it to my son-in-law, the hunter, back in Virginia. He knew how I much I didn’t like guns. I knew that he would NEVER expect to get a video of me shooting. He of course was thrilled. When I got home he showed me his Glock and my husband still had that little gun my dad carried with him all those years ago. That brought tears to my eyes.
I came away from all of that wanting to learn all I can. I want to get my concealed weapons permit. I want to take whatever classes I can find to learn. I want to feel safe and not be afraid. I know if I learn how to handle a gun and all the safety aspects of gun ownership I won’t have those fears.
Right after we got home from Florida I had my husband take me to different gun shops to look at guns and hold them. One thing I learned from shooting that day was how different the various guns feel. I picked up a copy of Women & Guns and promptly devoured it. I watched lots of YouTube video’s and and been reading up on guns women carry. I found the Cornered Cat site and facebook page.
What I “Think” I want is a hammerless revolver.  Something  like a .38 special. But until I can take a class and shoot some different guns I won’t really know. One thing I do know is that I want a pink gun :). As I write this I am about three weeks into recovering from Carpal Tunnel surgery. I have had a lot of time to read about and look at guns. I am going crazy wanting to be healed up so I can get on with my new adventure. Then, last night I ran across the “A Girl and Her Gun” group in my area (Roanoke, VA) and emailed them for info.
Winning the firearms training would change my life and equip me with the knowledge I need to start this journey and develop my new found love for guns.
Thanks so much for considering my story and entry.
Lynda Kay Duke

First Aid

The other day I received an email from a reader asking me to write a blog listing the contents of my First Aid kit. I told her I would and post it on Sunday, but life being what it is I ran out of time yesterday, so here it is…

I have carried this exact red pouch for years and years. The contents have changed slightly as the needs of my family have, but the bag and most items have been a mainstay in my purse for as long as I can remember.



I have a small sewing kit, 4- 3×3 gauze pads, 4- 4×4 gauze pads, 4- insect repellent towelettes  25 band-aids in various sizes, liquid bandage, 15- alcohol prep pads, 4- after bite relief pads, an after bite relief stick, a small flashlight, 2- water purification tablets, a large safety pin, a roll of tape, a bottle of Advil, a bottle of Benadryl, tweezers, antibiotic cream, feminine hygiene products, 2- packets of Alka-Seltzer(my family’s cure all to most head ailments),5- iodine prep pads, some over the counter allergy tablets, some gloves, a lighter, small scissors and a wine opener. About 4 years ago I was caught in a dry county in Texas where I was able to score a bottle of wine on the downlow, but no one had a way to open it. Of course, we just jammed the cork into the bottle, but it taught me that I needed to added an opener to my kit:). I also have one in my glove compartment…you know just in case.

2013-03-04_10-51-05_76In my back pack/purse I also carry an EpiPen. I am deathly allergic to mango. I have it in the front pocket were it is easy to grab. I also carry an emergency inhaler as E and M have asthma. The two recent items that I added to my bag, but do not fit in the kit(and that I don’t necessarily have with me all the time like I do the red bag) are an Israeli pressure dressing and hand warmers. I am freezing all the time and being outside on a range or on the scene of accident they have helped me tremendously.

About a year ago my friend Ce sent me the list of items she keeps in her car. She calls it her “Get-Home” bag. In that bag I have a ton more stuff likes shoes and water, but that is another post.