Gunpowder and Vodka

Not together of course, that would be dangerous. I went to spend time with my Bitches at Rucker this weekend and drank more vodka than I've had in a long time and then spent Sat afternoon at the gun range. It was nice and cathargic watching all the targets fall over and over. I'm thankful that Steve let me waste so many of his bullets and have free reign over the guns. I like shooting rifles but if I'm going to do that I want long range targets, for short range give me a pistol any day. I like the challenge. It was good to spend the weekend with people that know my heart and have been there for me since almost the beginning of my marriage. They know when to lift me up and when to call N dirty words to make me laugh. Friends are the family you choose for yourself and I have an excellent family. Their words of encouragement keep me going on the days I start to feel overwhelmed like yesterday when N kept asking me questions about every little thing. It exhausts me when I think about how much everything is truly changing in my life. I'm used to being in control of my life and the house and bills and now I don't have that control anymore and it's hard to wrap myself around that. I'm getting there, it's just going to take time.