My dad and I always go to the NRA banquet every year with some of the people we work with. We always have a wonderful time supporting something we believe in.
(Now I know some of you may have a difficult time reading this, but I'm from the South and I was raised around firearms. I know how to properly use one and we all practice firearm safety. I believe in my right to bear arms and I support hunting animals as long as they are not wasted. I come from a family of gun collectors and we can appreciate the beauty in them. If you don't want to read on, I completely understand and have no problem with any of that whatsoever, but the political comments and arguing will not be tolerated here. Thanks so much in advance!)
Every year, I attend and secretly hope for the chance to win a firearm. Every single year, I am left disappointed while my father usually wins at least one per year. I've seriously never seen anything like it! Last year I purchased a ticket to enter a drawing for my pick of firearms. My dad bought a ticket right behind me and won.
This year I had a different strategy. I took $40 with me, $20 of it was the remainder of my birthday money. My dad purchased 5 tickets first. I took out my $20 left over from my birthday and bought just one ticket right after him. People around me were buying multiple chances to win left and right. I took one little chance....
They drew a ticket and called out the number. Mine did not match. Everyone waited and no one came forward. An hour later, no one claimed the first winning ticket. I grew impatient (imagine that) and urged Dad to talk to someone about drawing another.
They called the winning ticket out several more times and no one stepped forward. Another ticket was drawn. As the six numbers were called out.... I realized I won!
Embarrassing myself, I squealed/shrieked! I jumped up from the table and forgot my purse, iPhone and the winning ticket! Then it all dawned on me and I turned red! I was shaking because I won the first firearm of the night and I got my pick of any on the large table.
So of course I took my dad to pick one out! We selected a stainless Kimber Solo 9mm pistol. It was the most expensive one on the table and it was mine! I became the proud owner of my very first firearm and I got an amazing one!
I was in absolute shock and was cheesing the whole night!
To top things off and make it even more memorable...Bliss, the reigning Ms. Wheelchair Tennessee that I introduced you to this week, won the last firearm of the night! We were thrilled!
Bliss and her dad went to pick up their firearms the next day and she showed it off while wearing her crown!
She's just too cute, y'all!
And I had to have pictures as well. Too bad I didn't have a crown....but I still have an awesome first firearm!