If you have not been to the Evyl Robot Soapbox blog you are missing out.  Much like his wife, he is smart, crazy funny and right now he is having a very unique Give-A-Way for a  Madison Rising CD.

I believe the contest will run until Friday, so DO NOT delay…go, now, yes right now…GO.

Saturday morning I got up before the others in my house and did what I usually do these days when I have a few extra minutes, I visited my favorite blogs.

I popped over to Last Refuge Of A Scoundrel and read this.  I wasn’t expecting the post to be about me and what I read I didn’t like.  The post is very good and the words are true, but I didn’t like that he was taking about me, that I didn’t fight for my life.  I am long since over the anger and the guilt, but every so often I read something or hear something and it makes me go “Ugh, I can’t believe that was me”.  I clicked off, put my Ipad down and got ready for my day.

I went off to train with my husband, John and a few of his friends.  If you read my post then you know I had a somewhat intense drill session.  Even though it was intense, it was good.  I left the range that day knowing I was not the same person I was 11 months ago.  I have had glimpses of my growth, of course, and I have believed that I would fight and fight hard should I ever be in a similar situation, but until Saturday, I didn’t know.  It was exhilarating for me.  I left that day feeling confident and calmer in a way that I can not explain.

When I got in the car that evening to come home I checked my email and had a message from Brigid that simple said “This mornings post was inspired by you”.  “I hope you enjoy it”.  I love everything she writes, so I could not get to her page fast enough.  As I read the post, I pictured myself in her story.  The mind is funny.  It does what we tell it, not the other way around.  If we tell our minds long enough we are something it begins to react as if that is the truth.  As I have said before, it lies.  I had been telling myself for so long that I was quiet and weak that even after my 11 month journey, I still saw myself as the girl in the kitchen.  It wasn’t until the second time that I read it, that I had a tear stream down my check and I said to my husband, “I am NOT the girl in the kitchen.”  I am the girl with the gun.”  I AM the girl with the gun”.  Then I started to laugh.  I did not know she was writing that post and she did not know I was at the range or what had happened.

I don’t think it was a coincidence that everything that happened on Saturday happened.  I woke in the morning, the beginning of my day and read a post about me being a victim, in the afternoon, I took steps to assure that I would never be one again, that evening, I read a post about a girl who is confident and strong and it was the day I gave a way a training to another woman.  Kind of felt like Saturday was a metaphor for the past year.  I was a victim, I fought back, I overcame and I passed it on.

Yesterday I went to Sharp as a Marble and read a post Robb put up about me shooting the Garand.  I left a comment and today he made it his quote of the day and he said.”…she is definitely one of us now.”  Yes, yes, I am and his words made me smile big time.  Thanks Robb.

Our winner contacted me!! I will have details forthcoming, but I wanted everyone to know, we actually have a winner!,

Congratulations to Mrs. Goundhog!!!  Please contact me ASAP at [email protected] I can’t wait to hear from you!

P.S. Lets all send out good thoughts to Leeann-JsMe, our first selection.  I am hoping she just forgot to check back and that everything is well with her.

I hate to do it, but I have not heard from our winner and no one seems to know her, so if I have not heard from her by 5pm Eastern Standard Time this evening, I will draw a new winner.  My plan was to wait until tomorrow to give her another full day, but I have 2 sick kids and  my next few weeks, months really are crazy busy, so I need to wrap this thing up.

Check back at 5pm(EST)to either see that I have heard from her or to see the new winner.

There are 2 other Give-A-Ways, I would like to tell you about…

Mag40 Training– This looks excellent.  It is an expensive course and I would love to attend, but I am not comfortable with the format of the contest, but it would be a great opportunity for someone.

Julie Golob-I  actual entered this one.  I never enter contest, but I really love the 2 necklaces and since Uncle Sam is getting about $8000 of my fun money this year, I don’t think jewelry is in my future.  As I said on my FaceBook page, my luck is not good, so do not consider me a threat and GO ENTER. However if you win, feel free to send me one of the necklaces:)

I shot my M&P most of the day and she preformed well.  I had a number of light strikes which concerns me, so I need to get that cheeked out.  I am not a fan of the sites either.  The huge white dots are messing me up.  My groupings are ok, but I am shooting lower than where I think I am aiming.

3 yards-(This was pretty good, but it’s 3 yards, so)

5 yards. Two separate sessions.

7 yards

We also took her back to the 10, 15, and 25 yard lines.  It got very busy and I was focused on what I was doing, so no pictures, but the gun did fine.  It is not a precision weapon, so no little tiny groups, but I still could kill someone from that distance, I do believe. However, if I really wanted to do some damage, I think I would use this…

The M1 Garand

This is the first time I have ever heard about this weapon, so, of course, it was the first time I shot one.  LOVE IT!!!  I love everything about this gun.  I love the look, I love the history, I love how it felt in my hands and I loved the power against my shoulder. 

As an aside, we shot for probably 2 hours, then the whole reenactment type drill which felt like 10 minutes to me, but was probably 3, then we immediately went on to the long guns.  The second that drill was over, I was good.  I have had some people email me privately with concerns that the drill might have crossed a line.  I don’t know, but I do want everyone to know that honestly, I am fine.  I had no repercussions at all.  The drill was done and I could not wait to get my hands on the next gun.  We shot for 2 more hours and I had a blast.  Slept like a baby for the past 2 nights and I feel more confident then ever.  Let me also say, how blessed I am that you care enough to send me a note of concern.  That touched me deeply.

Ok, back to the guns…

Right after I shot the M1, I shot an AR-15 chambered in .22.  I have shot several .22’s before, so I  knew there was no kick, but I still prepared for one and it was a shock when it was just a little tiny kitten sneeze(that is how one of the shooters described it) that came out the other end.  Even though there was no real power, I loved shooting that gun.  As everyone in this community knows, gun people are very generous.  Some of the other people there that day brought their guns(they prefer not to be outed on the blog) and were so unbelievably kind to me.  So supportive and strong and amazing.

One person had an AR 15chambered in  .223, I think, I didn’t ask.  Anyway, it was set up in what I would describe as a tactical mode.  I felt tougher just holding the thing(I know it is not politically correct to say that.  I know the gun isn’t suppose to make you feel anyway, but I am not that evolved:).  The owner took the time to explain all kind of things to me and then let me go.  Crazy cool! 

Last time I was at the range with John, I only got to touch the LaRue(AR-15).  This time I got to shoot it…yep, loved it!

Someone emailed me and asked if I only own one pair of pants because the black ones are all they every see me in…lol  Yes and no.  I do, in fact, own other pants, but none that I want to get messed up. I am not or haven’t been a real outdoorsy kind of gal.  I mean, I have enjoyed camping and hiking for years, but I haven’t had a real need for outdoor gear and since I would rather spend my money on guns, ammo and training, the wardrobe is whatever I have.  These black pants, I have had for 10 years.  They are old, faded and I don’t care what happens to them.  Not the best for holding extra magazines and whatnot, but they work…for now.  Pretty much when I shoot, my hair is up exactly like this, I wear those black pants, my new boots, and a long sleeve shirt, usually with my Gun Goddess shirt over the top. Not a lot of variety, but then no one is looking at me at the range anyway, so I don’t worry about it.  

Lastly, I got an email from a reader who is looking for some help from you all.  She has a questions and is really hoping you will give her some feedback. Here is her question:

Here’s the thing, I got my CPL over a year ago, and have been taking advantage of my range’s Ladies Nights at least once or twice a month to shoot everything they have available to rent in order to settle on my carry weapon. While I like some handguns better than others, the problem is with my eyes.

I am unusual (I think) in that my *right* eye is far-sighted, and is also my dominant eye. I can read road signs and see targets just fine with my dominant eye. The problem comes in because my *left* eye is near-sighted, which means I could focus on the sights, but then the target is a blur, and since it is my non-dominant eye, it completely screws up my stance, etc. I’ve tried keeping both eyes open when I shoot, but then I wind up actually seeing 2 guns, one in focus and one not. Usually I close my near-sighted, non-dominant eye, and focus on the target. I can see the sights, blurrily, but enough to line them up and usually keep a 4 inch grouping at 15 yards with a 9mm. (Well, depending on the weapon I’m shooting, some of them don’t like me!) Do I even *have* a problem? So many instructors, books, etc. stress keeping your focus on the front sight, but I literally cannot do that without learning to shoot all over again using my non-dominant eye. I’ll say that while I do wear glasses to drive, it’s the ONLY time I wear them (I always just leave them in the car), and I don’t want to practice in a way that’s not going to duplicate what I’d experience in real life.

That’s my best Sally Field’s impersonation.

Yesterday I received an Award from The Gun Divas…how crazy cool is that?!!

Here are the rules:

1. Copy and paste the award on our blog.
2. Link back to the blogger who gave us the award
3. Pick our five favorite blogs with less than 200 followers, and leave a comment on their blog to let them know they have received the award.
4. Hope that the five blogs chosen will keep spreading the love and pass it on to five more blogs.

Here we go…

Excels At Nothing– Hilarious, witty, creative. You want to visit this page.

Gun Blog Blacklist -The best place to get all your blogging updates.

Grumpy-This one is not for the faint of heart, but I like going there.

Guns, Guns, Guns, and Gosh Darn More Guns-I don’t know how into these things JD is and he might not want to partake, but his blog is good and it’s worth visiting.

Total Survivalist Libertarian Bitch Fest-Raw, honest, sweet, good stuff.

If you haven’t been to their blogs, I encourage you to go check them out and see what they have to say.

Our winner, only known as Leeann aka JsMe has not contacted me. If anyone in the blog world thinks they know her please tell her to contact me ASAP.

I will give her until Monday night. If I have not heard from her, by then, I will redraw and announce the new winner on Tuesday morning.

Leeann, I really hope to hear from you. I really, really want to give you your prize. I hope you are not contacting me because you are off having a grand time somewhere, which is great, but I need you to send an email to [email protected]

Today my husband and I headed out to meet John and a few other folks out at John’s range for a little ballistic fun.  We varied in level and experience, but as always we met some fantastic people and had a great time.

For the benefit of those who have never taken a shooting class let me explain a little about what happens.  Generally after a safety talk and some in classroom work everyone heads to the range and stands on the line.  For an outdoor range, it is literally a line of people standing shoulder to shoulder with about 5 or 6 feet between them.  Targets are set up in front of each shooter and then drills are called.  You might start out on the 3 yard line and then move back to the 5 or 10 depending.  The drills can be anything from shoot 5 rounds at your pace, center mass to shoot 2 quick rounds, to take one step to the left and shoot until you feel the threat has been taken care of etc.  Now, this was not a class.  This was just a few friends getting together to run the paces through a new gun, tighten up some techniques and blow the crap out of man sized paper.

My husband and one other person there would be what you would consider, skilled, so in the beginning they just stood back and let John work with the rest of us.

We did a variety of drills.  Starting out on the 3 yard line, we shot a bunch of different scenarios. First me, then shooter 2, then shooter 3. Back up to the 5 yard line, me again, then #2, and #3.  Back up to the 10 and again we took turns.  We did some work from the 15 and the 25 yard lines and then John shot my gun a bit to check out the sites and a few other issues.  We shot 9mm FMJ(that’s the non-personal defense stuff) 115 grain and then we shot some 124 or 125 grain to see how they shot from the the 25 yard line.  Not a huge difference, but the groups were tighter with the heavier grain.  This is what we would expect, but it was fun seeing it live instead of just reading about it.

We moved back up to the 7 yard line and did some movement drills, then it was my turn by myself.  Everyone stepped off the line and John, said AGirl, your up.  Ok, I am used to being first and I was not nervous or anything.  Now, I am going to relay this to the best of my recollection.  This will not be word for word and there is some language.

I am standing there with my gun in it’s holster and John is standing behind my right shoulder.  We have done this kind of drill before, where he says ready, I put my hands up, then he says something like knife or gun and I draw my gun and shoot. John is the bad guy or sometimes the nice guy, it depends. For this dialog I will call him guy

-Guy-Hey, can I ask you a question?

-Me- Sure, but please stay back.

-Guy-Oh, ok, I just wanted to ask you a question.(he says this louder and with more purpose in his voice.)

-Me, I put my hand up and out and say, Stay Back.

Guy-Ok, Ok, I don’t want to scare you, I just want to ask you for some money.

Now, you may realize those are the exact words the bad guy in the parking lot used when he approached me.

Me- Stop!

Guy-I am. I don’t want to scare you I just want a little money. Come on it’s no big deal.  I just want some money. 

His voice is getting louder and more aggressive.

This goes on a couple times, but he is getting louder and says something like, GIVE ME YOUR MONEY, BITCH

Me- I draw my gun and say GET BACK.

Guy- Hey, you stupid bitch,  I just want some money.

 Me- If you take one more step, I will shoot you.

I am not sure exactly what he said, because I was shaking and my hearing was kind of coming and going.  I heard MOTHER FUCKER, BITCH, I AM GOING TO GET YOU. 

I just stood there.  I never took my eyes off of him and I just stood there with my gun on him and my finger off the trigger. At one point I put my finger in the trigger well, but then took it out again.

Guy-Your not gonna shoot me.  You won’t shoot.

Me-If you move again, I WILL shoot you.

John says…and the guy leaves, it’s over.

I was very surprised at how real this felt.  I was calm and ready for my drill, but the second he said, “I don’t want to scare you”, I was right back in that parking lot.  Not my mind, me.  I was not thinking.  I was there.  The target in front of me was not paper.  I literally saw the guy’s face.  I was face to face with the blond haired creepy-eyed dude from my attack.  This may seem strange, but on the way home I talked to my husband about how I was feeling.  He has worked with a lot of PTSD guys and other people that have experienced trauma and he said, when people have been in a stressful situation the mind remembers it and certain things can jar it back to that place. He said “It was real for you” “You were right back there”. My husband still can’t drive across the desert in California without being taken back to Iraq.

This was an important drill for me because it showed that I won’t just automatically shoot.  I didn’t get scared, pull my gun and take the guy out.  I was calm and I was deliberate and I did not shoot, BUT, I would have. In my mind I said, if he moves, I will shoot.

It is worth saying here, that I was in a safe place.  My husband was there.  We were in a remote place with people who know what they were doing.  I didn’t ask, but I assume they were ready in case I didn’t handle it.  In case I froze, or dropped the gun or whatever, but I didn’t.  It is also worth mentioning these people know me.  They know me and they knew I was ready for this step.  I didn’t.  I never even thought about reenacting that day and I had no idea it was going to happen.

After John said, it’s over, I calmly reholstered my gun and he said, you did good. Now, lets shoot the mother fucker.

I got on the line, John called out gun, I drew and I shot. 

We had 222 entries for this Give-A-Way…AWESOME!!!!!  To say I was blown away by the numbers that kept coming in would be an understatement.  So very cool!!

I did not feel like it would give everyone a fair shot for me to just stick the names in a hat, so instead I used a computer program called “The Hat”.  I put in all the names, hit pick, and out came the name.

Remember how I said I would not post the name publicly unless I didn’t have another way to contact the winner…well, that’s what happened, so…

CONGRATULATIONS!!!!!!!!  Please contact me at [email protected].

Thank you to everyone who entered.  This has been a wonderful experience for me and I have been deeply touched and moved by your stories. I wish you all continued success on your journeys and I would love to still be a part of them!