


First and foremost- Julie’s husband is going in for a hip replacement (finally)… They live in Perth, WA, so any prayers are appreciated! Jigsaw Thoughts I’ve met Julie, and she is good people, and a shooter like many of us (but with MANY more challenges down under).
Second- The abandoned car count on the way in this morning was…
Four Dodge Challengers
Three Mercedes (including at least one AMG CL65, and one CL55)
Three BMW M3/M5s
Two Corvettes
One Camaro
So, lemme think about this…
Low ground clearance, high horsepower, rear wheel drive… Yep… Common denominator 🙂
Oddly, I didn’t see a single cheap POS broken down or left on the side of the road…LOL
The ONLY three of us that made it in this morning were driving 4WDs and one co-worker actually brought out Big Red, his old military Dodge P/U with the fulltime 4WD and Hummer sized tires 🙂
On the news, they were saying some people had taken 12 hours to get home, and multiple abandoned cars littered the Interstate, major roads, and some minor roads. I’d guessed 400,000 without power, which turned out to be dead on the money. Schools were closed in mass (as usual up here).
One of my co-workers is from Vermont, he just harumph’ed and said, “Well, Vermont hasn’t cancelled school at ALL this year, even when it was -20 and two feet of snow on the ground! And I went on line in the middle of the last storm and there was ONE home in the entire state without power.”
Which just yet again proves this area is unable to handle even the simple stuff…
Sigh…
I was gonna post about the SOTU, but I got so depressed I changed my mind…
(I ‘know’ I’m gonna catch hell for this one… )
WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED:
Men Are Just Happier People– What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be Prime Minister.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another petrol station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
Same work, more pay. (sorry bout that)
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress500+. Tux rental-50.
People never stare at your chest when you’re talking to them.
New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks..
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
Your underwear is 5.95 for a three-pack.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one pair of shoes — one colour for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can ‘do’ your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24th in 25 minutes.
Monday Sucks…
I stumble out of bed at zero dark 30, paw my way to the kitchen, find the light switch and pour the first cup of coffee…
As I stagger back toward the shower, I glance over at the remote temp unit in passing… Stop… Backup…
‘Tink, Tink… This thing CAN’T be right…” NINE !@#&* degrees… This is Virginia, not Maine!
Turn on the TV, the bright cheerful and bubbly announcer/weather guesser is prattling on about how it’s a ‘bit’ chilly out there this morning.
Well DOH…
Sigh…
Revise what I’m wearing to add enough layers to stay warm, trot out to the truck, and off I go…
3/4 of the way to work, the truck FINALLY starts warming up.
Get to work, I’m the first one in, so NO COFFEE dammit… make coffee… Wait for coffee, tap… tap… tap…
Get a cup and get started with the day, only to have a co-worker come in still bundled up an say, “Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, we moved the meeting to XYZ location, so you ready to head over?”
Grumbling, I get re-dressed to go back out, slurp down some coffee and off we trudge…
I idly ask, you DID add me to the access, right? Only to be met with a blank stare. This is NOT good, as I really don’t want to sit in the lobby all morning.
Get to the meeting, low and behold, they actually FIND my access, and I’m allowed in (which is nice since I CALLED the meeting)…
Three hours and no coffee (their coffee machine is broke) later, meeting is done and back we go. Now I’m only three and a half hours behind in the work due.
I get back to find a note from my travel folks, I need to redo a one time training package, since ‘management’ decided we should redo it every two years; and OBTW, you’re now expired, so you can’t travel until you complete it…
Now this training package is online, and supposed to take SEVEN hours to complete, but I have to finish it today. And it’s noon…
Well, I was trying to lose weight anyway. MORE COFFEE…
Finally get the @#&( thing to load, and start in.
Next, next, next, lather, rinse, repeat… first of 12 modules complete at 1300 (This is gonna take FOREVER, unless….)
Next, next, next, next, next, next, next, next, next, next, next, Ohh… questions… got em right, 2 down, 11 to go… Coffee…
Four hours later, print completion and leave it on the travel person’s desk (who apparently left at 1530)… Must be nice.
Now eight hours behind on work, but I’m done… Out the door to go play in traffic, and as usual there is a backup from hell… sigh…
Finally get home, starving, go rummaging the fridge and find a fruit cup! Well, it’ll tide me over IF I can get the thing ope… damn, all down the front of the jacket I JUST got back from the cleaners…
Now sitting her finishing this post, still hungry, afraid to walk in the kitchen, as I’ll probably spill, knock over, break something, and wired all to hell on the multiple cups of coffee I drank all day…
Yep, Monday SUCKS…
Now back to your regularly scheduled blogging!
“1 down, 534 to go.”
That was what blogger TJIC posted immediately after Gabrielle Giffords’ shooting. If you’ve ever read Dispatches From TJICistan, you know he’s an outspoken, perhaps even extreme advocate of smaller government. Now, his blog has been taken down and his guns – all legally owned – seized in Massachusetts.
ARLINGTON (CBS) – A blog threatening members of Congress in the wake of the Tucson, Arizona shooting has prompted Arlington police to temporarily suspend the firearms license of an Arlington man.
It was the headline “1 down and 534 to go” that caught the attention. “One” refers to Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, who was shot in the head in the rampage, while 534 refers to the other members of the U.S. House and Senate.
Police are investigating the “suitability” of 39-year-old Travis Corcoran to have a firearms license.
What he said was crass and ill-considered, and in exceedingly poor taste. I don’t agree with it; but I spent 22 years defending AMERICAN’S right to freedom as elucidated in the Bill of Rights…
This was a political statement, not politically correct, maybe not morally correct, but a POLITICAL statement… Speech of ALL types is what the First Amendment was written to protect.
I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.– Voltaire
This man has committed no crime, and now his Second Amendment rights are being infringed without due process of law because he dared to exercise his First Amendment rights.
This is, to my mind, a ‘classic’ case of over-reaction; no charges were (to my knowledge) ever filed, but yet the Arlington PD saw fit to revoke his license to own guns in Mass…
Is THIS the future we face? We know the current administration and selected individuals within it want to take away ALL our guns, or put us in a position to get us convicted as felons (The McCarthy bill over magazines), then take away our guns under the “political” cover of ‘safety’ for the congresscritters ( the King bill) and others…
I have a better idea, make all of them wear day-glow Orange with a range reflector hat and give all of us range finders so we can make SURE we are 1000 feet away…
And limit their routes to/from any event, office, etc. so as not to inconvenience the public.
Actually, what I think is going to happen is we will see less and less interactions between the public that elected the congresscritters and the public themselves under the ‘guise’ of security (and then they can’t be asked those pesky little questions they don’t want to answer)…
YMMV, IANAL, and I didn’t stay in a Holiday Inn last night… so there…
Not that I’m there (yet)…
But a list for all those seniors who can’t remember what all the letters mean…
ATD: At The Doctor’s
BFF: Best Friend Farted
BTW: Bring The Wheelchair
BYOT: Bring Your Own Teeth
CBM: Covered By Medicare
CUATSC: See You At The Senior Center
DWI: Driving While Incontinent
FWB: Friend With Beta Blockers
FWIW: Forgot Where I Was
FYI: Found Your Insulin
GGPBL: Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low!
GHA: Got Heartburn Again
IMHO: Is My Hearing-Aid On?
LMDO: Laughing My Dentures Out
LOL: Living On Lipitor
LWO: Lawrence Welk’s On
OMMR: On My Massage Recliner
OMSG: Oh My! Sorry, Gas.
ROFL… CGU: Rolling On The Floor Laughing… And Can’t Get Up
SGGP: Sorry, Gotta Go Poop
TTYL: Talk To You Louder
WAITT: Who Am I Talking To?
WTFA: Wet The Furniture Again
WTP: Where’s The Prunes?
WWNO: Walker Wheels Need Oil
Note- The rude, crude, foul and abusive ones don’t change with age 🙂
Or how good is your security, really???
I live in a ‘supposedly’ secured apartment complex, which really isn’t…
Yeah, it has gates, keyed entry and all that stuff, but it’s only as good as the last person through the gate or into the parking garage…
Sunday evening, Sumdood showed up at the door (now realize I live on the 4th floor, never got the first beep/call/nothing). I couldn’t see much through the peep hole, so I didn’t open the door fully, just enough to see who was there. And there he stood, in the flesh- Sumdood!!!
It was the old, “I’ze lookin for Latesha/Latasha (something like that) man.” As he tried to peer around the corner of the door and see who else, if anybody was in the apartment…
I said, “Don’t know anyone by that name, sorry, can’t help you”.
Since I hadn’t opened the door fully, I sorta had him blocked and he couldn’t completely see me, but I wasn’t liking what I was seeing, and I squared up a little bit more behind the door and got my foot braced against it.
He started in again, “Well she used to live here, hey man can I” and I saw him look down and I’m guessing he caught sight of the .45 I had on my hip, because he suddenly decided to be elsewhere…
I closed the door, went back to what I was doing, then decided to go check the truck just in case… (as some of you know, my truck was broken into a week after I moved in here). Got out to the parking garage, and who do I see?
The Police!
It appears Sumdood had talked his way into an apartment in the other building that accesses the parking garage (saying he needed to use the phone) and got chased out by the girl’s boyfriend who happened to be there at the time. She called the police, and they were taking a report/checking the garage too! The officer happened to be the one that had worked my truck break in, and he kinda chuckled when he saw me, never saying word one about the pistol on the hip. When I told him why I was there, I got to fill out the usual witness statement, etc…
5’10” BM, est 200 lbs mid-20s either dreads or cornrows, black hoody (hood pulled all the way up), some kind of blue jersey hanging out the bottom, jeans down to his ass, a big R on the right rear pocket, high $$ sneakers on, and a black puffy ski type jacket.
In reality, I shouldn’t even have opened the door, I didn’t know this guy, he shouldn’t have been there, and I was stupid…
I just got off lucky since he apparently didn’t want to try me…
Security, even in a ‘supposedly’ secure place is STILL up to you, and just because you are sitting fat, dumb and happy in your home, doesn’t mean there are those who will take the opportunity to make it a bad day for you.
Don’t let your guard down, practice good physical security and use common sense when you answer your door!
Got this from an old Squadron buddy, now a Captain with an airline…
I think it’s worth sharing with all of you.
Cxxxx,
We did another HR today. Don’t know if I ever told anyone, but when Xxxx and Xxxxx boy was killed in the first go round, I was the FO on the flight that took him home. When Xxxx and Xxxxx came onboard I didn’t know what to do, seeing them like that just tore me up. Other than get them and the escort comfortable and let the Capt know, I really felt useless. Thankfully the Capt was ex-AF and knew the drill, and the company was up to speed on procedures, so all I had to do was fly the leg.
Today I had Xxxxxx as FO, and he’s not changed a bit… He took charge, made sure all the hoops were jumped through and got us priorities where he could. I wonder if this has become so commonplace people are not caring anymore, or what. The folks on the flight today were very understanding and made time for the family and escort to get off quickly and we escorted them down to meet the casket as it came off the airplane. I know you’ve seen this, as it’s circulated before, but please send it to the list, and let them know WE are still doing the right thing.
v/r
Xxxxxx
This Airline Captain gets It.
He writes: My lead flight attendant came to me and said, “We have an H.R. on this flight.” (H.R. stands for human remains.) “Are they military?” I asked.
‘Yes’, she said.
‘Is there an escort?’ I asked.
‘Yes, I already assigned him a seat’.
‘Would you please tell him to come to the flight deck? You can board him early,” I said.
A short while later, a young army sergeant entered the flight deck. He was the image of the perfectly dressed soldier. He introduced himself and I asked him about his soldier. The escorts of these fallen soldiers talk about them as if they are still alive and still with us.
‘My soldier is on his way back to Virginia ,’ he said. He proceeded to answer my questions, but offered no words.
I asked him if there was anything I could do for him and he said no. I told him that he had the toughest job in the military and that I appreciated the work that he does for the families of our fallen soldiers. The first officer and I got up out of our seats to shake his hand. He left the flight deck to find his seat.
We completed our preflight checks, pushed back and performed an uneventful departure. About 30 minutes into our flight I received a call from the lead flight attendant in the cabin. ‘I just found out the family of the soldier we are carrying, is on board’, she said. She then proceeded to tell me that the father, mother, wife and 2-year old daughter were escorting their son, husband, and father home. The family was upset because they were unable to see the container that the soldier was in before we left. We were on our way to a major hub at which the family was going to wait four hours for the connecting flight home to Virginia .
The father of the soldier told the flight attendant that knowing his son was below him in the cargo compartment and being unable to see him was too much for him and the family to bear. He had asked the flight attendant if there was anything that could be done to allow them to see him upon our arrival. The family wanted to be outside by the cargo door to watch the soldier being taken off the airplane. I could hear the desperation in the flight attendants voice when she asked me if there was anything I could do. ‘I’m on it, I said. I told her that I would get back to her.
Airborne communication with my company normally occurs in the form of e-mail like messages. I decided to bypass this system and contact my flight dispatcher directly on a secondary radio. There is a radio operator in the operations control center who connects you to the telephone of the dispatcher. I was in direct contact with the dispatcher. I explained the situation I had on board with the family and what it was the family wanted. He said he understood and that he would get back to me.
Two hours went by and I had not heard from the dispatcher. We were going to get busy soon and I needed to know what to tell the family. I sent a text message asking for an update. I saved the return message from the dispatcher and the following is the text:
‘Captain, sorry it has taken so long to get back to you. There is policy on this now and I had to check on a few things. Upon your arrival a dedicated escort team will meet the aircraft. The team will escort the family to the ramp and plane side. A van will be used to load the remains with a secondary van for the family. The family will be taken to their departure area and escorted into the terminal where the remains can be seen on the ramp. It is a private area for the family only. When the connecting aircraft arrives, the family will be escorted onto the ramp and plane side to watch the remains being loaded for the final leg home. Captain, most of us here in flight control are veterans. Please pass our condolences on to the family. Thanks.’
I sent a message back telling flight control thanks for a good job. I printed out the message and gave it to the lead flight attendant to pass on to the father. The lead flight attendant was very thankful and told me, ‘You have no idea how much this will mean to them.’
Things started getting busy for the descent, approach and landing. After landing, we cleared the runway and taxied to the ramp area. The ramp is huge with 15 gates on either side of the alleyway. It is always a busy area with aircraft maneuvering every which way to enter and exit. When we entered the ramp and checked in with the ramp controller, we were told that all traffic was being held for us.
‘There is a team in place to meet the aircraft, we were told. It looked like it was all coming together, then I realized that once we turned the seat belt sign off, everyone would stand up at once and delay the family from getting off the airplane. As we approached our gate, I asked the copilot to tell the ramp controller we were going to stop short of the gate to make an announcement to the passengers. He did that and the ramp controller said, ‘Take your time.’
I stopped the aircraft and set the parking brake. I pushed the public
address button and said, ‘Ladies and gentleman, this is your Captain speaking I have stopped short of our gate to make a special announcement. We have a passenger on board who deserves our honor and respect. His Name is Private XXXXXX, a soldier who recently lost his life. Private XXXXXX is under your feet in the cargo hold. Escorting him today is Army Sergeant XXXXXXX. Also, on board are his father, mother, wife, and daughter. Your entire flight crew is asking for all passengers to remain in their seats to allow the family to exit the aircraft first. Thank you.’
We continued the turn to the gate, came to a stop and started our shutdown procedures. A couple of minutes later I opened the cockpit door. I found the two forward flight attendants crying, something you just do not see. I was told that after we came to a stop, every passenger on the aircraft stayed in their seats, waiting for the family to exit the aircraft.
When the family got up and gathered their things, a passenger slowly started to clap his hands. Moments later more passengers joined in and soon the entire aircraft was clapping. Words of ‘God Bless You’, I’m sorry, Thank you, Be proud!, and other kind words were uttered to the family as they made their way down the aisle and out of the airplane. They were escorted down to the ramp to finally be with their loved one.
Many of the passengers disembarking thanked me for the announcement I had made. They were just words, I told them, I could say them over and over again, but nothing I say will bring back that brave soldier.
I respectfully ask that all of you reflect on this event and the sacrifices that millions of our men and women have made to ensure our freedom and safety in these United States of AMERICA .
And say a prayer for our troops, they are our sons and daughters who are over there…
Knives- Last night on Gun Blogger Chat we got off on knives, and I realized pretty much every one of us has, carries and uses knives for any number of reasons.
My first knife was given to me when I was either 8 or 9, just a plain old Schrade pocket knife, nothing special. My first ‘working’ knife was given to me by my Uncle when I visited him on the ranch; that one was a Case Sow Belly, and to this day, that is truly my favorite knife! I still have one and carry it when I don’t want anything showing on my pocket.
Others that I read regularly also post about knives, bayonets and other pointy implements 🙂
Robert over at Blackfork is a collector and puts up posts on knives, Tam at View from the Porch put up a number of posts, Marko at the munchkin wrangler put up an excellent post about pocket knives, JR over at Wandering Thoughts made some knife gift recommendations, and I know Jay over at MArooned and Brigid at Mausers and Muffins both too, but I couldn’t find them.. And just about ANY pocket MEME you’ll see knives of some ilk in the picture. I have other knives that are in the truck, but I wasn’t going out in the cold just for them…
Edit- I have been chastised by Brigid, HERE is ONE of her links to posts about pointy things 🙂
“Pocket” Knives-
These are some that were ready to hand, so a quick picture… The bottom left knife is kinda interesting, that is a Remington presentation knife from a bird hunt. The small bottom ‘blade’ is actually a screwdriver and choke tool!
Not “Pocket” Knives 🙂
The one on the right is interesting, it is an Explorer ZZ I picked up in Japan back in 73, it’s hollow ground and one of the best skinning knives I’ve ever picked up. The knife on the left is a Steve Wood fighter, and was used by AD to skin his infamous deer at Blogorado a couple of years ago… 🙂
Other…
Well, EVERYBODY should have a bayonet handy… an original issue 1953 M-1 bayonet for my HRA 1953 M-1. The other one is a Gerber Bowie I picked up years ago for unknown reasons, but that one sleeps next to the bed…
Comments? What’s in your pocket, closet, night stand? Do you carry a car/truck knife? How many sets of Leatherman’s or other Multitools do you have laying around (I have at least three)?