Well today turned into one of those days where everything goes wrong and I get belligerently pissed off at everything. I slept till noon because I guess my body needed 9 and a half hours of sleep. I wound up working a little late, got gas and got home a little after 1am. today/ Saturday was my free day from work. My dad and I got a trust made. Well I did the research, found a site, filled out the info, and he paid for it. There are different types of trusts. its kinda like a will or other similar legal document. In the firearms world a trust is a good way to own NFA items, NFA stands for the “National Firearms Act” of 1934 when its passage regulated “gangster type weapons” as a way to reduce crime cause by prohibition. (even though it was repealed in 1932) so when the progressives couldn’t pass it as a form of gun control, they passed it by calling it a “tax” to pass it under the federal governments taxing power clause. The NFA regulates machine guns, suppressors/ silencers, short barreled rifles and short barreled shotguns, and destructive devices (grenades, mortars, rockets, artillery, etc). basically to own something classified in the NFA you had to pay a $200 “tax” stamp. back in 1934 $200 was a HUGE amount, luckily it hasn’t changed since. so every NFA thing you buy you have to pay an extra $200 on top of the price for the tax stamp. Well to the point, a trust/ “gun trust” is to allow (among other things) multiple people to own a single NFA item. We got the trust made and my dad, my mom, and myself are all on the trust and we had to go to a notary to sign all the pages and such. Sierra and I got to my parent’s house and no one was home, even though our plan was to meet and go to the local, small car dealership to notarize the trust. after calling my parents I found out they went to a local gun shop, so we had to wait around for them to get back. my dad started calling notaries and all of them were closed, he called prob 9 different people/ dealers, either closed or didn’t pick up. I started calling around but no luck, I was already pretty pissed off at everything but this was def pushing me over the edge. I finally got through to a lady, made plans and we headed over the mountain to her house, signed the papers, Sierra signed as a witness, the ladies husband was the other witness, we had to go back home because my mom had some play she had to go to. got home and was going to go to the gun shop my dad and I planned to buy our suppressor from an hour or so away but my dad did the whole ” oh its 4 o clock and they close at 5, we cant make it…” etc. this pushed me over the edge, I was beyond pissed, it was so damn frustrating. I woke up late, got to my parents late, they wanted me to do random errands for them. Before I left my current living city, I had to pick up scaffolding from the job site my dad is working at because he is going to turn it into a dear stand. I of course wore my good shoe, and stepped in a mud hole. then after I did get home my parents wanted me to take the scaffolding up on the mnt to the “sportsman’s club” we belong to, drop off the scaffold and pick up 6 boards, like 2 by 10 sized. drop off at the house again and we talked about going tomorrow (Sunday) to the gun shop to buy the suppressor. Now we can buy the suppressor but we have to wait for months and months for the ATF to approve it before we can posses and use the suppressor. but I work tomorrow, so were going to get up early and get down to my parents and then drive to the gun shop to get there when they open. then head to work. I really don’t want to work, well maybe, weekends are slow, I like that more than crazy busy. Mondays and Tuesdays are the worst i’ve come to learn. I want to write more, maybe tomorrow….? PSSH, yea right, maybe Monday though. of course I have to find time to take an online quiz tomorrow, that’s due by midnight….. when I get off work…..