Our family has been through a tremendous trial since 2007. That was the last time that our four siblings were together for Thanksgiving. Our father was there. We laughed. Sang. Took pictures. Looking back, I’m happy we did that. In 2009 we visited the family again. Only this time the youngest was not there. It was the last time I saw my father (outside of the sentencing). Looking back, I’m still happy for that last Thanksgiving. This year for my mom, we all descended on Nevada. Mom. Dad. (Our step-dad). Monkey Boy’s family. Our family. Monster Boy’s family. Angel’s family. 4 siblings, their spouses, kids and our “parents”. Together. 3 days.
It was a fam-damily reunion!
Of course we missed our step-siblings and our half-siblings…one day ALL 10 children will be together for our parents.
SOME families watch football.
SOME families hit the Black Friday sales.
SOME families put up the tree and lights.
OUR family. We celebrate it with a bang. Redneck style. Guns and all. In the desert.
Shooting in the Desert
The Nevada desert is actually beautiful in its own way. Majestic rock formations jut against a clear blue sky. The sage typically green was a dried yellow. The view was intoxicating. We drove to an area my brother’s called Pyramid lake. It’s apparently a popular place for the gun-shooting crowd. Luckily we found a spot that was safe for keeping the kids away from the guns and the others around us.
After we let the kids explore the rocks a bit, we moved to our “base” station. I don’t know what type of guns the boys had. The only shooting I did was with my Nikon camera. Our momma…she was shooting too! My brother convinced her to trade her Cannon for a 22…I’m not sure if I like this side of my momma. LOL
I admit. I’m not a big fan of guns. We didn’t grow up with them. My momma never allowed us to play with “toy guns”. We knew they were for hunting and protection. That you had to be an adult to use one. This of course changed once I moved to Oregon and my family moved back east. To the land of the rednecks. Where my brother’s quickly embraced the culture. Guns and all.
However, this country-at-heart gal embraces the entire 2nd amendment. Right to bear arms. Right for our family to pack-up the kids, the trucks, our guns and head into the desert. To shoot at bowling pins and pop cans. To teach our kids the importance of safety and respect for such a powerful weapon. To bond. To put an ugly past behind us. To move forward. Together. As a family. You may think that right is “out-of-date”. But believe me. Our family respects that right and fights to keep that right. Because our freedom. It came at a cost. A huge cost. A cost that sits in the desert of Nevada.
Even my redneck-wanna-be-jock-white-collar hubby joined in the festivities. Me? I stayed behind my camera. Recording the joy of a family once torn and damaged by sin…still struggling…but with every new day beginning to live life fully. Alive. Together.
I don’t want to make this post ALL about guns. After all…who can resist cute babies and puppies?
Shooting in the Desert with my Nikon
How was your Thanksgiving week?