Tuesday, April 1, 2014

Holster Review: Can Can Concealment Garter Holster

Okay ladies, get ready for the newest holster! When I started this page 2 years ago, I was looking for ways for women to be women while also carrying concealed. I was looking for an answer to the common male response "just wear baggy clothes". We've come a long way, girls, and now it's gotten even sexier.


With the new collection from Can Can Concealments, you can conceal up to 2 firearms and a magazine, all while wearing your favorite skirts, shorts, or whatever suits your fancy. So here we go, my review of this amazing product:

Construction: This holster is made of high quality, durable elastic. Strong but not constricting.

Comfort/Fit: This holster is beautifully comfortable and breathes (a huge bonus here in Texas where we hit triple digits more often than not in the summer). Fit is excellent, but be sure to us the chart and measure correctly. Since I've lost some weight since I got mine, I'm already going to have to order a size smaller!!!

Gun Ride: You can fit a pistol on each side of the holster, grips out. As well as a magazine in the center.

Concealability: Beautiful, elegant, and sexy concealability. You can wear skirts without worrying about having to put your gun in your purse. Quick and easy access to the grip and a spare magazine. Holds steady during draw and reholster. Like I said, I have to order a size smaller since I have lost some weight, as soon as I do, I will post some video of drawing, shooting, and reholstering with this gorgeous holster.

Price: At $50 for the garter, such an affordable accessory!

Ordering/Customer Service: The customer service with these girls can't be beat. They will answer phone calls, emails, and Facebook messages in a timely fashion and answer all of your questions. Their exchange/return policy is excellent and they strive to ensure every customer is satisfied!

With a motto "carry beautifully" how can you lose? This is an amazing holster. Now you have thhe chance to win one. Can Can Concealment is going to send a Garter Holster and Garter belt to one reader. All you have to do is complete the options below. Each selection is a chance to win! Winner will be drawn April 9th! No foolin'!

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Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this holster free from the manufacturer. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 : “Guides Concerning the Use of Endorsements and Testimonials in Advertising.”


Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Over the Road Adventures: Day 3


 
Yesterday was hard for me but I have a new respect for those who work over the road every day bringing those things we need in order to live. I had no idea the things that I would have to do without if it weren't for our nations truck drivers. I am so blessed that my driver comes home every week but not all families are like that. Some drivers are gone for weeks or months at a time. This got me to thinking, "What would happen if they all just took a week or hey, how about a month off?" I found this infographic from CDLLife.com: 



I remember a couple of months ago when the DFW area was hit by the Ice-pocalypse and trucks couldn't get in. We had empty store shelves, empty gas pumps, and record breaking accident numbers. And that was only three days. So, with all that said, thank you drivers, my hat is off to you. And all of the wives playing single mom at home, waiting, hoping, praying he comes home safe just one more time, you girls are the strongest women I know, right there with our soldiers and first responders wives. You have my thoughts and prayers. 

I am so sore today. Yesterday we delivered the pipe to a plant in Pampa, TX and picked up a load of Cedar Hulls in Perryton, TX. I have to give a shout out to the fine folks at High Plains Hulls and MTR Tire in Perryton, the fine gentlemen at both of these establishments went above and beyond yesterday to help us out. 

At High Plains we loaded 45,000 pounds of Cedar Hulls in giant bags. The staff there took time out of their day to help us tarp and strap the load. (At the cotton place, I thought I would show how tough I am and roll up ONE tarp by myself. I'm paying for it today, my whole body hurts like I worked out for hours!) Then they noticed we had a flat tire. The mechanic and his whole crew were walking out the door to go home, but they stayed to help us. When it was decided that the tire was not going to hold air for long, they called and found a tire shop who was willing to stay after closing and change a tire for us.

Miguel and his guy at MTR stayed 2 and a half hours past closing time and changed a tire so we wouldn't have to wait for them to open the next morning! This guy was our hero, I will tell you that. 

Being from the panhandle had its benefits last night. I was able to stop by a friend's house who had us a nice, oven baked pizza and a hot shower waiting. I also got to snuggle her precious 3 week old grandbaby, which made all of the troubles of the world disappear. I also got a text from my son, my sweet Skater Boy. He knows I am lonely without my little dog who died a few months ago and he found a friend giving away some pups. He sent pictures of the craziest looking little Chorkie I have ever seen, but I promised to come look at them when we get home. What I really want is a female Shih Tzu but I have to be receptive of his kindness and at least go look at these little guys. Here's the one he sent me, let me know in the comments what you think?? He looks like something out of a cartoon, but I just can't place it.


I can't say it was a bad day, because it was filled with SO MANY blessings, but it was hard. Trucker-Man offered to drop me off at home, since we will be driving within 30 miles of the house, but I promised to ride with him a week and I aim to keep my word. I must admit, I am pretty glad this week is half over...

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Over the Road Adventures: Day 2


Good morning! Yesterday was a pretty cool day! As we were driving into Houston, I saw my most favorite piece of graffiti.
I enjoy this every time I see it.  I wonder about the person who created it. There are several other messages like it throughout Houston, but none touches me like this one. To me, it is important for each of us to find that "Someone" who we are and be them. Whether it is writer, mother, teacher, whatever. Just be that "Someone" that God created you to be!

Our first stop yesterday was in La Porte, TX to drop the load of cotton bales that we had brought from Kansas. There were trucks lined up for-stinkin-EEEEEEVER. We waited more than four hours for our turn to unload. When it was time, we drove into this warehouse, with cotton bales piled floor to ceiling. There were at least 40 garage-style doors all the way down the side of this warehouse. As we waited, the ballet we saw. The forklifts reminded me of ballerinas, twirling and spinning as they took the cotton off of the flatbeds and around the warehouse to the box trucks waiting at the bay doors. Most likely those boxes would be taken to the bay and put onto ships to travel all around the world. Crazy to think that the cotton that we had yesterday could be in Paris next week.
Then it was back to Houston to a load of steel pipe. My Trucker-Man looked like Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs by the time he was done loading that huge pipe!

It took about 2 hours to load that pipe and by that time we were starving. We drove about 2 hours to a tiny little truck stop in Buffalo, TX called JJ's. We got a free shower with our fuel. It wasn't the nicest shower I've ever been in, but oh, the hot water was wonderful!

We met a boy named Matt. Matt asked for a ride in a direction we weren't going, but we got a chance to minister this this kid's poor soul a little. Sweet Matthew, wherever you woke up this morning, whether you're at your mom's, in jail, or on the streets, if you ever read this by some chance. We are still praying for you, your brother, Justin, and your sweet Momma. Remember what we talked about, boy. Get clean, turn yourself in, and make things right for yourself. Then, so make things right with your poor, heartbroken Momma. Two babies behind bars is no way for any mother to live. Stop chasin those girls and drugs, kid. God has more for you! Be someone!

We shared a steak finger basket from Dairy Queen for supper. It reminded me of trips to the Lake with my Papa when I was little. My grandfather made sitting there waiting for the fish to bite seem like the best place in the world to be. He's been gone since I was 12, but I still miss him. That was a great dinner and we shared memories and then some ice cream.

Sleep was better last night with the trapped feeling gone, and a full day behind me. You have to remember to go to the bathroom before you go to bed, though, because going to the bathroom in the middle of the night means getting dressed and walking up to the station. You're plenty awake by then, let me tell you.

Trucker-Man got up at 4 to head out. If you don't know about the time clock for truck driver's, after they drive for 11 hours, they have to rest for 10. His 10 hours were up and it was time to drive. Thankfully, he left me sleeping, well as much sleep as you can get in a moving vehicle, but I slept until 8 and woke rested. We are headed to the panhandle area today, more adventures to come.


Monday, February 17, 2014

Over The Road Adventures with That Texas Lady: Day 1

Today was my first day on the truck with my sweet husband. Since he's not chasing cows anymore, he's my "Trucker Man" instead of "The Cowboy".  As a new Trucker Wife, I want to give an honest recount of what it's like for me to ride in the truck. Not a sugar-coated, everything-is-always-peaches-and-cream recount, but real, honest, and accurate. It's not like I haven't been in the truck before. I've ridden an hour to Mesquite and back to pick up a load, but I've never been over-the-road with him.

The ride to Pasadena wasn't bad, except for the fact that if I raised the chair high enough to see over the dash, my feet didn't reach the floor. The chairs have several setting but not one of them is "recline"...bummer.


I don't know what it is, but I love the giant statue of Sam Houston. But it was too dark for photos when we reached that point. We stopped in Centerville, TX for a potty break and to stretch our legs at the nicest truck stop I've ever been to. Yes, it was even better than Buccees. It was a great place called Woody's Smokehouse, and they have a shiny grill/smoker that looks like a revolver. I think I need one of those... If you're ever in the area, you should stop by. Not only do they have the cleanest public bathrooms I've ever seen, but they also have a butcher with fresh sliced meats and cheeses, jams, jellies, preserves, pickled everything, ready-to-cook stuffed chickens and so much more! They are Texas hospitality at its finest. 

We made it to Pasadena with plenty of free time and enjoyed some Wendy's frosties and free internet at a Love's truck stop while we watched some Netflix before going to bed. I got some great news in my email, CanCan Concealment and Bang Bang Boutique are both going to partner with me for my month of Giveaways in March!! So after the current giveaway ending March 1st from Lucky shot, we will have a Garter Holster from CanCan and a $50 gift certificate from Kim over at Bang Bang Boutique!

I remember when my Trucker-Man first started driving. About a week on the truck and he told me about a "trapped" feeling. You're in this tiny box, far away from home, and it feels like there's no way out. By bedtime, I knew what he was talking about. Being used to a queen sized bed, with only the headboard against the wall, it was very claustrophobic to be between him and the wall, with the dog at my feet in what felt like a microscopic twin sized bed.

I didn't sleep well but was ready to go this morning. Got in a short run before grabbing some breakfast and hitting the road again. Looking forward to a great day. We are unloading now and will find out where we're going next soon. Hopefully someplace pretty!!


Friday, February 14, 2014

Product Review & Giveaway: Lucky Shot Jewelry

If you know me, you know that, while I can be strong when I need to (my students at school will tell you how tough and mean I am *giggle*), but you also know that I am a girlie girl. I like make-up and jewelry and getting dressed up to go out somewhere. So when Don over at Lucky Shot emailed me and wanted to send me some jewelry to review, I was all for it!

Let me tell you what. It seems like bullet jewelry is everywhere lately, but this stuff is so much fun. The guys over at Lucky Shot even paid enough attention to notice my pet cause of Kidney Donor Awareness and sent me some .45 caliber earrings with green jewels. These earrings are made in the USA from real bullets and even come with covers on the posts so that they don't stab you in the head. Texas Girl loved them too!

These pieces aren't just thrown together like convenience store fobs, either. The necklace chain is high quality, strong and has a good clasp. The necklace they sent for me is the Nickel 9mm with adjustable links on the back so it can go from short to long, depending on the neckline of your shirt.

Lucky Shot isn't just for girls either, they have necklaces, pens and bottle openers that make great gifts for the man in your life as well. The bottle opener that they sent me is made out of a .50 Cal bullet and it's as strong and sturdy as my sweet man!

Next on my wish list, the charm bracelet! I love charm bracelets so I know what I have on my list for my birthday next month. But guess what? The nice folks over at Lucky Shot want to give you the chance to win, too. They are going to send one lucky winner the 9mm Silver Bullet necklace, .308 Projectile Paracord Necklace and 50 Cal. Bullet Bottle Opener. You can enter up to eight times and then one more time each day. The contest starts today and runs through March 1st. See the rafflecopter form below for more information.

 




Thursday, February 13, 2014

National Donor Day

So this post isn't tutoring related. It's not even teaching related. It's more about saying thank you. You see, February 14th is a pretty big deal. It's not just Valentine's Day.It's National Donor Day...the day when we celebrate those who have given OF themselves, literally.

On this day, I want to say thank you to all of those who have given the ultimate gift. The gift of life. I want to say thank you to the donor families who made the choice to donate the organs of a loved one after they no longer need them. I want to say thank you to those who have gone on, but made the choice before they died that they wanted to give something back, knowing that they would not take their organs with them. I want to say thank you to those, like me, who were blessed with the opportunity to give while living, and did so. My fellow Living Donors, I feel honored to call you my friends. (You can join us live on Monday Nights at #kidneychat) And last, but not least, I want to say thank you to those of you still walking among us who have chosen to give when your time here is over. Making the choice to potentially save up to 8 lives and improve the lives of countless others, and doing something about it.


If you would like to be an organ donor, but don't know what to do, it's so easy. First, go to Donate Life and sign up. Next, tell your friends and family so that they know what your wishes are. And last, spread the word. According to UNOS, as of 2:19 pm on 2/13/14, there are 121,205 people waiting for an organ right now.
77,270 on the active transplant list. Every 10 minutes another name is added to the transplant list. 18+ people will die today while awaiting a matched organ. One donor can save the lives of up to eight people. In 2013 there were 12,991 organ donors and 26,541 transplants done.

If you want to know more bout organ donation of any kind, please email or leave a comment. If you want to become a donor, please, follow the steps above. Happy Donor Day!!

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Bullying Does Not Discriminate

If you search for information on bullying on the internet, you get a ton of pictures of bullied elementary age kids and teenage girls verbally abusing each other in the school hallways. There is little to nothing about bullying amongst teenage boys.  Besides the stereotype of the scrawny geek getting shoved into the locker on the television shows, no one wants to talk about High School boys being bullied. When you hear about a boy being bullied, you picture scrawny, small, weak, geeky.  But what about the boy who is six foot tall, kind, gentle, and thoughtful? Is this the typical target of a bully? Is he our anti-bullying poster child?

As a school employee, I get the benefit of being at my kids' school from time to time. Today was one of those days. I love the random moments during the day when I get to look up and see one of my children winking, waving, or sticking their tongue out at me as they walk down the hall. Today; however, when I saw my son coming down the hall, it was not joy that filled my heart, it was panic, anger, and pain. You see, when he looked at me, he was not smiling. He was not waving. He was bloody. He was swollen. You could see the pain, the emotional hurt, but most of all...you could very obviously see a broken spirit.

The circumstances were perfect. Perfectly ironic. A lockdown drill, a locked locker room and the coach had stepped out. The bully had his chance, knowing that he had time, that even by the time the coach notices them missing, he would have to unlock the door to get to them. In a moment when the school is preparing and learning the proper procedures to protect its students, mine was being physically attacked.

My son is not the world's best communicator, but he will do his best to work through anything with anyone. He doesn't want to learn to protect himself because he cares too much for others and cannot bear the thought of causing anyone pain, even if they are hurting him. He knew his father would chide him for not fighting back, yet he pleads with me that self defense classes are not what he wants.
He doesn't want anyone to know.  This young man, my baby boy who stands a foot taller than me is ashamed that he was tortured this way.

Although ashamed, beaten, and broken, my son was strong enough - amidst his fear of retaliation - to file criminal charges against his attacker even though the school only punished the boy with three simple days in ISS.

I don't know what is going to happen from here, but I do know one thing. It's about time we stop avoiding the subject and start protecting our children!







Originally posted on my other blog, Kaci Lusk Tutoring