NieNie Get Your Gun

A mother has to take issues into her
own hands...is what I always say.
So when I awoke to seven police cars crowding my street at

 2:30 in the morning last month, I decided I needed to get myself a gun.
I picked this neighborhood to live in because of the charm, 

mature landscaping and young families. 

Also, it's close to the Mesa temple, which is very convenient.

 There is nothing I love more than cruising bikes around the streets with 

Mr. Nielson and the children in tow, but the police helicopter gets

super annoying flying around (with a spotlight on) every evening into the night.
My G26 (baby Glock) and I got our CCW last week. 

 Ms. Jones and I attended a 10-hour class where I shot 80% 

on the targets, and got a 100% on the written test.

Then my other neighbor told me yesterday that the local news

 was coming to her house to discuss the recent "activity" in our streets.
I was right there.
Cameras, news reporters, and half the neighborhood showed up to

 discuss the fate of the streets. Gigs had just eaten a green marker

 before we left and green ink covered him head to toe. 

 Did that stop the cameras? Nope. Too cute.
I was mentioned in the local newspaper:
"Other neighbors reported hearing gunfire on several occasions, 

and Stephanie Nielson said she and another mother have 

acquired concealed weapons permits to protect themselves."
read it here.
Because no one is going to stop me

 from living in this hood.


(Me with my eyes closed, riding my bike.)

I think Mr. Nielson thinks it's sexy...a mother with a gun.
But it's not like I carry the gun in my garter strap all day.

Sheesh, who do you think I am?


Spiritual Enlightenment here.