So here I am.
At my desk in my sweaty workout gear... It's 7 A.M. and my shooters will be here to qualify in 30 minutes. Before we shoot for qualification, I have a class to teach on the use of force. You might be asking why I am blogging when I should be dressed and prepping for my class right now... if you're asking... I have a little story to tell you.
Almost three hours ago, I got out of bed, took a shower, brushed my teeth, etc... and then went into the kitchen, where I loaded/unloaded the dishwasher. I then went into the basement, where I folded last night's laundry, which included Soccer Girls' T-shirt that she needs for day camp today, and the polo shirts that I wear as part of my uniform. Next, I proceeded to iron my trousers, because I like to look good at work... that is before we start moving ammo crates etc... Finishing all of my tasks took until 5 AM, which is when I left the house (after taking the garbage out).
I drove to Alexandria (about 15 miles north on I-95, for those that aren't local) in good time and then parked in the lot near where I work, and did a 40 minute walk, while listening to Michael Jackson's greatest hits (Smooth Criminal has the perfect cadence for my stride, by the way). I cut my workout short, because I knew I had to get ready to get started... so I dashed off to my building and started taking my gear out of the car.
That's when it happened.
I was taking my uniform out of the car when I realized the the shirt on the hanger was NOT my black-polo-shirt-with-a-silver-and-black-badge, but a navy-blue-polo-shirt-with-Donald-Duck-where-the-badge-should-be!
F***!
So... how do you think my morning is going?
***Addendum*** I just found out that I have two remedial shooters coming to the range as well, this morning. What fun.
Lucille or Lucy: Ain't nothin' funny about my pistols... when they come out of the holster, it's time to get down with the get down. You know what I mean?
Esmeralda: I like this name... unfortunately, I have a girl named Esmeralda on my soccer team. Couldn't do it.
Slugo: From the old Bazooka chewing gum? You know, this was in my top three. Masculine, tough, strong.
Larry: Two thoughts came to mind with Larry. The first was the Three Stooges. Being a man, I immediately started laughing when the Stooges crossed my mind. Why? Because it's genders specific. Sue me. I also thought of the gentle, easy-going guy from my church, whose name is also Larry. Even though Larry enjoys shooting, I couldn't give my gun his name.
Annie: Ms Oakley was a target shooter... yours truly is a gunfighter, never the twain shall meet.
Sue: This was another good one, as it reminded me of Johnny Cash... and who doesn't have mad props for Johnny Cash.
Sugar Tits: No... this would be just wrong on every level.
Rover: Hm. Not so much
Boerboel: I like the description that I was given of these loyal, tough , protective South African farm dogs, but to tell you the truth, my Dutch/Afrikaans pronunciation is so bad, that I would probably mispronounce it constantly.
Pamela (as in Anderson 'cause that girl has some big guns): Yes, Pam's got big guns, but she is a right skanky ol' tart. No dice.
Grok: Another list leader! It was hard to pass by ANY reference to Robert A. Heinlein's main character from "Stranger in a Strange Land" Mad props to for suggesting it. You, my friend, Grok in fullness.
Mjolnir (The Name of Mighty Thor's Hammer!): DJBlackadam came up with a great name, and it almost made the cut.
Rex: Again with the dog names... but I like this one better than rover.