When I was a little girl I wanted to one of Charlie’s Angels. I looked up to those women who could kick ass and take names. When I was a teenager I wanted to be part of Moonlighting’s crew. I wanted to sneak around and solve mysteries. Several years ago I was introduced to the Stephanie Plum series of books by Janet Evanovich a rip roaring good series all about a female bounty hunter, her sidekicks and the antics that ensue during her captures. Around the same time, I also found the TV series “Dog the Bounty Hunter,” who, with his crew, kick in doors, capture fugitives from the law and make no bones about the fact that they are, in fact, bad asses!

My friend told me the other night she has her concealed weapon permit. Her cool factor ratcheted up several of notches in my book. If she can get her concealed weapon permit…

All of these series of events have lead me to the realization I want to obtain my concealed weapon permit…I want to be a total badass! I don’t really want to carry a gun and I certainly don’t want to shoot anyone but I want to feel like a badass when I say “I have my concealed weapon permit.” I wanna be a bounty hunter like Dog and Stephanie Plum. I would make a fantastic bounty hunter. Can you just see me running around after a fugitive yelling “FREEZE Mother——!! Zach told me I could be “Cat the bounty hunter!” I LOVE it!!

Stan thinks I am crazy but he says if I’m gonna get my concealed weapon permit then he knows exactly what to get me for every holiday…kinda makes me pause for a second. Do I REALLY want a Glock for Mother’s Day? Wouldn’t I rather have some flowers or something sparkly?

Ah well, a girl can dream, can’t she?? I can be “Cat ~ The Badass Bounty Hunter” by day and plain ol’ mama who loves her kids by night, right?

Oh, for the love of my children…