Sumbitch

I have a company bowling tournament tomorrow night.  No! you can't not bowl! It wouldn't be the same with out you!
Oh, horseshit. K, big deal. My team has won the cheesy plastic trophy twice and I can drink the entire office under the table.  (did I say that out loud?)
BFD.

Belle: " Don't you like Joe Ely?"
kx59: " yeah, why?"
Belle googled up the Dosy Doe's schedule and Joe Ely is playing there tomorrow night.

Sumbitch!

I am ashamed to say

I don't own an axe. Not even a splitting wedge.  In my late teens I used to burn off excess energy by splitting wood....man I miss those high T count days.

I have tools no average precious urban snowflake knows exist. Universal spring compressor for GM 700 R4 transmission for example.*

"Why do I not have an axe?", I found myself asking, er..myself over the weekend.

Needing an axe has not come up much until recently.

Winters have been so mild over the past two decades at the BAR Corp. HQ that a couple of bundles of firewood wrapped in cellophane from the corner store would handle the few odd days where the temperatures even flirted with the concept of cold.
So, now the climatic cycle appears to have circled back around to something akin to 1983 or 1989; years it actually snowed down here.
My FIL and MIL sent us home with as much firewood as we could stuff into the trunk of Belle's BARmobile a while back.  Quarter split logs from a very fat Oak.
And I mean, very fat.  I can fit a total of one at a time in the pathetic metal box that masquerades as a fireplace in the HQ.

Wanting 10% of the heat from a roaring fire and the cozy ambiance I applied copious amounts of natural gas to said one hand clapping log. It was good and the Lord did grin, until the gas bill comes next month.
I was at the hardware store yesterday. I could have rectified this problem. It didn't even occur to me.

I suppose I'm going to have to schedule said axe purchase on my smaht phone calendar.

Jeez. I need more time out from under the fluorescent lights.








*No, I did not buy it at a garbage garage sale. Yes, I did actually use it rebuilding a transmission.

well shucks

My weekend started about an hour and a half ago.*
I'm sitting here reading through the blogs on the BAR blogroll, looking at scout scope set ups for my Mosin** and having a grand time.
I had a nice cold beer in hand and was in the zone thinking of nothing much really.
As I went to the fridge to resupply, it dawned on me. "oh, tomorrow's Monday"

Looks like it'll be another five before some down time.

Well, we must make hay while the sun shines, mustn't we?




*This will be only 25 days straight. Were I younger this would be nothing.  As it is, I'm a bit tarred.
In my younger days it took 13 weeks of back to back 10 and 12 hour days to wear my out this much.

** My  early belated birthday present to myself.

krank und schlecht

"Krank", my father's favorite German word for sick.  Ich bin krank.
Sore throat morphing into a chest cold.
There are some things that should not be thought, much less said.  I've regressed my way back to the inception of this cold; the week before Christmas.
"Wow", thinks I, "I didn't realize I had that much "paid time off" left.  I must not have gotten sick much this year.  I think I'll take off the week between Christmas and New Years."

What a dumb, dumb think to think.

Obviously, I had used up the vacation days.  Only the sick days were left.

Good Problems / Bad Problems

Too much work is a much better problem to have than not enough. I have about 8 months worth of work to do before the end of the year.
Already this is having a negative impact on my blog reading and posting on BAR. Not to mention that it looks like I'll be missing most of my IDPA matches for a while.
 Oy, the sacrifices I make for Architorture. I'm starting to feel a little twitchy and my attention span is

I think I'm going into withdrawal already.

I feel..... dirty

Yeah, am feeling a little unclean right now.  Just had to enter a donation to be paid to the Mittens campaign for President.

UGH...  

Sometimes work is just....    work...


Good news is that in two days time, i will be on the water fishing.....   

I need an adult beverage

Yep...   I need an adult beverage or two today. 

Work just got a little busier for me.  One girl got laid off and I get to inherit the bulk of her duties and top that off with another girl going on vacation so I have to do a very HUGE function next week....  payroll...   yeah I think an adult beverage is in order this evening.

Dear Neighbor Behind Us

Ummm... could you PLEASE either muzzle your damned dog or let him in the house?  I haven't slept in a week........


Thanks.

It's Monday Again....

.....  and still no grandson.

Daughter went to the hospital yesterday with contractions 10 minutes apart.  They ended up sending her home.....   *sighs*

He's till a few weeks ahead of schedule so it's okay he can cook a little longer in that oven.... but still!

I was very excited yesterday thinking I was going to be holding the little rascal.....    apparently he had other plans.

Jealousy and Nerves

Okay, so hubby went to the gun range with his bud. Unfortunately, I had to stay behind because I am attending my daughter's baby shower.

I'm unbelievably jealous because hubby is shooting........ he's shooting MY Tokorev.... so yeah.. I'm a little jealous.

I'm nervous because... well... she's mine and I want her to come home to me in one piece!

Remington Wingmaster Magnum 870

I bought this shotgun when I was 18 with my own minimum wage earned money.  This was back in 1977 or there abouts. My goose gun for hunting the rice fields near Katy, Texas (all now covered by residential subdivisions)
 The paper manual that came with it was long ago lost. A couple of days ago I went to Remington's web site just to have a look see if they might have a pdf manual to down load.
Huzzah!  They did!
So, I'm reading through the manual looking for the disassembly and reassembly instructions at which point I come to the reassembly instructions.  So I click back a few pages thinking somehow I missed the disassembly part.
I did not.
wtf?
So any gunnies out there that can point me to a "complete" Remington 870 manual would be highly appreciated.

Musings

Here it is, Mother's Day and I'm having my morning coffee and sulking because no one, and I mean no one, has the M&P Shield in stock.  I'm a pouty mom today so I guess I will fill my day with loads and laundry some house cleaning and phone calls from the kids.

I will give my mother a call today and tell her that I love her but other than that, I think that I am going to just take it kind of easy (in between laundry and house work).

I think that I would rather be at the range.

Oh the contrast............

I have been saying for some time now what this country needs is another Ronald Reagan.  I am posting up his farewell address to the Nation and notice the contrast between him and the man that we have in the White House now.

When Reagan, close to 4 minutes in, starts talking about job creation, the word "I" does not pass his lips, it gives the credit to where it belongs....  the people.

When he speaks about things that got done through Congress, he doesn't say "I", he gives the credit to the voters who made phone calls, who demanded that Congress take action.


Yes we need another one like him. 

I miss him.

Can someone say, Marco Rubio?

Hopefully he will be on the Repulican ticket.... or run the next Presidential election.

Irony or Karma?

Things are slow at work right now, so I was going to continue my travels down the blog list at The Gun Blog Blacklist when "Whoopsie Daisy!"...North's tribute to The Feral Irishman's Blogiversary scrolled up on the office 'puter screen complete with umpteen zillion girlie pics.  Abort! Abort!
Fodder for a sexual harassment complaint right there.  Jeez, one little snarky post about Cain's accusers and this happens.
It could be days before that post scrolls down far enough for TGBB to be SFW again. I'm already experiencing withdrawal symptoms.

The End of an Era

I have a few guilty pleasures.  Things that I indulge in that when spoken of by me, does one of two things...   it either creates surprise in folks that I choose to share these things with, or it causes them to laugh at me.  It's all good though because we are all entitled to our little guilty pleasures.

One of mine, and the one that I am specifically referring to, are my love of Daytime Soap Operas.  Yes, me, the tough woman likes her soaps.

I've grown up watching All My Children, One Life to Live and General Hospital.  Today was the first day since I can remember when All My Children was not on the air.  I found myself sad when I cued up the DVR and only had OLTL and GH to watch.

Ever since I can remember, I've watched Erica Kane on the TV fighting with Brooke English and getting married a gazillion times.  The Martin family and all of their trials and tribulations, the Courtlandts, the Chandlers, the Hubbards and so on and so on.

While I know that soaps really mean nothing, but to me, during some of the toughest years of my life, it offered an escape for me.  A way to take time out of my own troubles and focus on something else.  I know it seems silly to most of you who read this blog but that's okay, I'm a big girl and can take the criticism.

At any rate, today marked the end of an era.  After 41 years of being a part of my life, AMC is now gone from the airwaves.  OLTL will soon follow leaving only GH behind.

I hear that there will quite possibly be a webcast for AMC after the first of the year, but it's just not the same. Oh well, I suppose that all things come to an end at some point and for television, 41 years is an amazing run. Congrats to the cast and crew of AMC I wish them all most well in whatever endeavors they pursue.  It was fun and entertaining.  Through the years I've laughed, I've cried, I've cursed and I've applauded.

You can't ask for anything more.

Call the Waaahmbulance

I haven't felt very good today and my car is in the shop so I was stuck at home today.  Waaah.

My car, apparently has some kind of vacuum leak or something so it's going to need major surgery.  The good news is that it's a recall item so it won't cost us anything except maybe a rental car.

I hate being without a car....  someone call the waaahmubulance because I'm whining.

So to match my mood.......