I really am still alive

Those of you who have seen or heard from me in the last two weeks know I'm still alive. I know the rest of you have been anxiously waiting on the edge of your seats. But I'm here. Let's get this show on the road.

Last week, I went HOME. To Atlanta. To see my parents and my friends, take some time for me , relax, and SHOP. Mom and I got started early on the way home from the airport, stopping at Chick-fil-a (mmm) and a few stores on the way home. We did more shopping on Monday. Tuesday though, was one of the highlights of my trip. With my parents now packing heat and it being Ladies Day at the gun range, my mom and I took a little trip to do some shooting. Now, I've never shot a gun before, and I don't really want to do it again anytime soon. But I have some confidence to know that if I needed to shoot someone (and I, uh, had a gun to do so), I could probably hit them. Here's our target.


(And I don't think we missed the target, we just didn't shoot too many bullets.)

I think I did pretty well. It was a pretty incredible experience. It's very ... LOUD. It startled me more though when other people there pulled the trigger moreso than when I did. We didn't stay long, my stomach could only take so much. I can't explain why it got upset, but it did, and I knew it was time to go. So I'm glad I did it, but it kinds makes me sick to my stomach. First time for everything.

The rest of the week was more shopping and HGTVing, which was fine with me. Wednesday was dinner, hanging out, shopping, and intended-dessert-turned-appetizer with Meaghan. Thursday I had dinner with old friends. Not that they're old. We just go way back. But I spent most of my week hanging out with my mom, and that's just the way I wanted it. (Don't worry Dad, I love you too.)

So now I'm back with a replenished wardrobe and reveling at the size of my dog's head. It really is huge. Especially when I go home for a week and get used to my Shadow.

Oh, and I chopped my hair off! I'll leave you with a few photos my dad took.