Heavy machinery

There is something about decorating that makes me extremely happy. I don't know if it's putting together things to make a complete room or if it's just boredom, but I have found a love for decorating.

Recently, I've been working on my bedroom. I painted it a ridiculous teal color that I absolutely love (although will probably have to repaint before I try to sell the place). I don't have a headboard or anything above my bed (yet!) but have some pretty neat ideas as to what I want to put there. I also decided that I needed a little bit more on the walls than color, so I found these neat wall stickers that can be peeled and re-stuck anywhere on the wall.

(Picture color is a little distorted because my old camera couldn't pick up the white color without flashing and reflecting the light off the sticker. Boo.)

Still darker than in real life, but you can see the placement. I love it!

In other news, two weeks ago my friend Chance took me and a few others to the gun range to shoot. Me, being the liberal northwesterner you all know and love, had never touched a loaded gun before. There are more pictures on Facebook, but here are a few that make me giggle.

Ralph, Liz's dad (she's the one who was bucked off a horse) is teaching me how to shoot. It's an old-school revolver (notice his cowboy holster!) used in Cowboy Action Shooting. Kid you not.

<

Here is a great capture (photo credit to BJ, my favorite physicist) after fiishing my first round with the revolver. Clearly I'm excited about it!

Then we moved on to a little bit bigger, more powerful guns. I don't actually remember what type of gun this is (I think a 45mm?) but I remember it being my favorite (along with the 9mm, which I don't actually have photographs of me shooting).

Rawr. Clearly a face of determination.

Lastly, Chance brought out the big guns--literally. This is me and an AR-15. AR, for those who don't know, stands for "Assault Rifle."

You should probably be intimidated right about now.