I was peacefully sleeping when the phone went off at 0430, and after trying to turn the alarm off, I ‘finally’ realized what it was…
So I answer, only to be asked, “Um, did I wake you up?”
Ah yep, since I’m NOT in the office, and you’re calling me on the cell, what do you think???
“Oh well, what I wanted to know is what time we’re meeting at the airport on Friday.”
Ah, say WHUT??? Don’t ya mean SATURDAY???
“Nope, we’re leaving Friday, we moved the flight up, remember?”
Oh s**t… Lemme call you back in a bit…
Now what the hell… sigh…
The problem being, I’m not, er… wasn’t coming back off this trip till Friday afternoon, but it’s kinda hard to make a 1245 flight if I don’t land till 1545.
So online I go, no success, they want $1400 to change the ticket. Next stop the reservations line.
Admit I’m stupid, beg forgiveness, ask for help; say I’m stoopid, PLEASE bail me out…
After about 30 minutes, she’s able to get me on the red eye, now working a full day today, redeye at 2230, land 0530 tomorrow…
And no charge for my stupidity!!! Tank you, tank you!!!
Now lemme see, if I get home by 0630, SSS, change bags, eat; um… I can be back at the airport at 1030ish…
Send email to that effect, and head for the shower, only to find out I’m getting lukewarm water at best. QUICK shower, dress and realize it’s only 0530, so now I’m sitting here drinking a cup of LOUSY hotel room coffee typing this and waiting for breakfast to open, so I can eat, check out, and go sit in more boring meetings…
I hope YOUR day is going better!
But the bright side is that I DO have a job. Y’all have a good day!!!
Firearms friendly towns in Idaho lure gun makers!
About 58 companies that make either guns or ammunition are currently based in Idaho, and government officials throughout the state are targeting more. The Commerce Department calls it ‘Rec-Tech’. The state legislature is gun-friendly, passing a law that shields weapons makers from liability when their products are involved in tragedies. The goal is to poach gun makers from states where the industry is heavily regulated.
Potlatch is just getting started. B.J. Swanson, Latah County’s economic development director, has had inquiries from six weapons makers in the past few weeks. She and other officials envision an industrial park on the site of the old mill. Artist drawings show the manufacturing plants surrounded by stores and restaurants catering to gun enthusiasts.
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h/t JP
Andy was looking for AR pieces, and found ‘some’ of what he needed, and ended up with something else too (but that’s HIS story to tell). Murph was just looking like I was, and ironically, there was a S&W Model 76 (which he’d blogged about a couple of days ago). I walked by a table of S&W pistols, with a couple of Colts off in the corner, and kinda glanced at them. The Python was ‘high’, the Diamondback I ‘thought’ was missing a digit on the price. So we wandered aisles, and I wandered back by that one table (for once I remembered WHERE the table was), and sure enough, the pistol was still there, and apparently the tag was NOT missing a digit. So I jumped on it… 🙂
Turns out he also had the original box, AND it’s a 1975 pistol!
Timing and lock up are dead on, and this one is in MUCH better shape than my beat up shooter… But it will get shot too!
After a bit, we adjourned to Hooter’s for wings and things and lunch. Hillbilly was not exactly happy, since ‘we’ had something to look at and she didn’t, but what the heck… Sorry Lady! 🙂
Conversation was, as always, varied and swung wildly between subjects! Sadly the day ended early, as all of us had ‘other’ things that we needed to complete this afternoon, but as always it was good to see folks, and get a bit of down time.
Of course all the left wing loonies will have the kids killing each other and all the adults… Sigh…
Screwem… Too bad more ranges don’t/won’t do this on a regular basis!!!
She proceeded to tell me she was trying to track down family, and had found out her Grandmother had emigrated from Yugoslovia (now Slovenia) around the turn of the last century, just prior to WWI.
So she had decided they were going to go on ‘vacation’ and see what the place was like. She had managed to find her Grandmother’s original address in this little town/village, and on a lark wrote a letter to that address…
Low and behold, two weeks later she’d gotten an email from the town, from a person with the same last name as her gran, and saying he was her cousin twice removed!
She and hubby were invited to come visit, etc…
And that morning had gotten a letter from her Grandmother’s former address, again a relative who still lived there, and was the Chief of Police for the town/village. The family still owns the house, and they are invited to stay there, and there would be a party for the “lost” (e.g. American) part of the family!!!
So she’s getting to really dig into her family’s history, and meet relatives she didn’t know she had, and how she’s frantically trying to learn a few phrases of Slovak, and… and… and…
And O.M.G, they leave in two weeks!
NOW I see why hubby was rolling his eyes! 🙂
I’m truly glad for them, as it’s not often today one gets chances like this; much less the ability to travel semi-freely to what was once behind the Iron Curtain. I can’t help but wonder what her impressions will be…
And I can’t help but wonder how they will be received, considering the ‘curiosity’ many have about America.
Many moons ago, I got one knocked out and one chipped playing sports, oldest daughter got three knocked out in a fall, youngest daughter lost two playing sports, grandson already chipped one playing football.
AND…
Got a call from oldest daughter, and my 13 year old grandson managed to knock out his four front teeth while they were out in the boat… Crossing a wake from another boat, he slipped and hit the rail.
I swear, ‘somebody’ doesn’t like us… Sigh… And the Dentist says he’ll have to wait a month for the swelling and other damage to show itself before he decides how to ‘fix’ this…
Needless to say, grandson is NOT happy that he’s gotta walk around for a month with no teef, and sounding funny…
Poor kid!
White means I haven’t spent much time at all there, pink means I’ve gone there a time or two, orange means I’ve been there often enough to have a preferred restaurant, blue means I have enough time there to have people recognize me when I got to my favorite bar, and green means I’ve lived there or might as well have.
As you can tell, I DON’T do cold real well, and most of this travel is thanks to the military…
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