Photo by Heidi Schumann

Our one-bedroom apartment made an appearance in the New York Times today. We’re part of an article on families who are living in smaller spaces in big cities. Go have a look at “Move Up? Move Out? Families Squeeze In”.

I attended a gun-range bachelorette last night.

This is me shooting a gun. The leather jacket does enhance my badassery, but I was wearing it because the range was about as temperate as a walk-in freezer. (Is this a thing? Are all gun ranges arctic-expedition cold? And if so, why?)

Jaime’s getting married Saturday, and this was our most compelling celebratory idea. It turns out she’s a hell of a shot, which surprised no one. Jaime is the first person to whom I would hand the weapon if I found myself stranded on an island. An island with a weapon. And Jaime’s there too for some reason.

Point of interest: In the above snapshot there are three of us, at a gun range, posing for a photo. You may be asking yourself, Why doesn’t that photo look more like this?

Good point, my friend. Unfortunately, despite multiple requests, I was unable to muster any finger-gun irony in the face of actual guns.

I pretty much nailed the vaguely apprehensive pose though:

The apprehension is because of an early run-in with a hot bullet casing. The first time I fired my gun, the casing flew behind my safety goggles, behind my glasses, and landed on my eyelid.

Ow.

I refrained from flinching and flailing, because I had a loaded gun in my hands, but I did set the gun down and curse profusely, which startled my heavily tattooed instructor.

Because a few of us have Vice Presidential aspirations, the gentlemen at Jackson Arms allowed us to pose with some of the enormous, phallic weaponry available for sale.

Apparently they get a lot of bear hunters in there.

In conclusion, this is how Jaime’s sister stands when she shoots in heels:

Male readers? You’re welcome.

Entries are closed for the Intel competition, but you can still vote for your favorites. Here are a few of mine:

- The New York Neo-Futurists entered! Hello, lovers.

- Panchajany, a high school student who shares a room with her single mom.

- Christina, a photography student who has to go across town to download her photos (taken on a borrowed camera).

- Cathy Yuen, a teacher at an inner city school with a simple request for her students.

- Mother Andi Stern, a talented quilter, whose son takes online classes on a dial-up connection.

- A sheep farmer who sells shares in her wool online.

I’m increasingly excited about this. Please go vote for your favorites!

You can’t change people.

Learn to type. You can always be a secretary.

When someone is drowning, don’t jump in after them. Find a branch.

Men like it when you ask them to open the jars.

If you’re in a contest, you have to find a way to be different than everyone else.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone.

It’s just as easy to fall in love with a rich man as a poor one, Margaret.

If you ever want a nose job, I’ll pay for it.

In a fire, cover your mouth and nose with your T-shirt while you crawl out.

Airplanes are too big to float.

If you ever need birth control, you can go to Planned Parenthood and they’ll tell you what to do. I don’t want to know about it.

This animation short by PES will make your day a little nicer (via Gabrielle at DesignMom).

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