Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet.

Life is Hard. Wear a Helmet

Virginia State Constitution: Article 1; Section 13
That a well regulated militia, composed of the body of the people, trained to arms, is the proper, natural, and safe defense of a free state, therefore, the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed; that standing armies, in time of peace, should be avoided as dangerous to liberty; and that in all cases the military should be under strict subordination to, and governed by, the civil power.

Alabama State Constitution: Article 1: Section 26
That every Citizen has a right to bear arms in defense of himself and the State.

Thursday, November 27, 2014

The Anti-Thanksgiving

After the binge eating has been accomplished, and all has been cleaned up, (mostly...the rest can wait until the morning) the house grows quiet after a bit.
Mrs B has wandered off to bed, and Miss B sits at the end of the couch closest to the crackling fire, engrossed in her internet on the tablet thingy.

I sit here across the room on the love seat, sipping my bourbon and water. Enjoying the warmth as it burns it's way down through my chest. My belly is still heavy with food, and my legs don't feel like moving. I'd like to maybe wander out to the garage for a smoke, but the desire hasn't reached the point where I'll actually get up.

The memories start to come back, just one or two at first, then more and faster as one leads to another.
All the names, faces and places.


I Will Always Be Thankful

For jolly plumbers and their merry little backhoes.

We have water running again in the manse for Thanksgiving feast.

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For friends past and present.

It takes a special person to put up with a guy like me...an even stranger one who enjoys my company.

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For a strong woman with a sense of tradition.

The table fare is, was and always will be:

Turkey, stuffed (cornbread or regular seasoned stuffing shall be selected by Mrs B at a time of her choosing. Cheaters who use Stove-top in a box shall be asked politely but firmly to leave)

Spinach casserole (which shall be topped by a generous layer of melted sharp cheddar cheese. Anyone who wants to use mild cheddar or, heaven forbid, Velveeta, see above)

Mashed potatoes (made with a generous dose of sour cream. They will be prepared by Mrs B or Miss B...MSgt B is not allowed to make the mashed potatoes.)

Stuffing (Twice as much as is necessary for stuffing the bird shall be made. After roasting, the bird-stuffing is stirred back into the plain stuffing before serving. Chopped red onion and chopped fresh mushrooms may be added to the stuffing, nothing else.)

Turkey heart, gizzard and neck (These portions shall be prepared by MSgt B. No woman of the house shall be allowed to touch these prime parts of that great bird who gave his life for our sustenance. Not that they'd want to, anyway. According to the wimmen, neck, gizzard and heart are "icky" and "gross".)

Green beans (Just in case there's some weirdo over for Thanksgiving that doesn't like their green vegetables smothered in melted cheddar.)

Cranberry Sauce (The jellied stuff you drop out of a can and slice into neat round servings. Keep your fancy chunky cranberry sauce, we're traditionalists around here, remember?)

Carrot Cake with cream cheese icing (MSgt B shall be allowed to shred the carrots, nothing else. Mrs B says that's because MSgt B is the best carrot-shredder she's ever seen. MSgt B thinks that peeling and shredding three cups of fresh carrots is a pain in the ass, and Mrs B is just being lazy, but he doesn't say this out loud...MSgt B is no dummy.)

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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Happy Thanks...Crap!

Major leak in the underground water main from the meter to the house.
Current estimates are about 1500-2000 gpd and growing. Pressure starting to drop off in the house....

Kind of a dead giveaway when your water bill goes from $21 to $193 in the space of a month.

Why doesn't this kind of thing ever happen in the middle of June...at lunchtime....on a Tuesday?

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Miss B arrived safe and sound last night. Somewhere around 0130 or so.
The two wimmens were up chattering until 3 am or so.

Nice quiet morning. Now.

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Monday, November 24, 2014

When the Going Gets Tough...

Chuck Hagel hits the road.

Makes you wonder what's coming down the pike that he doesn't want to be associated with...

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Ferguson Police Officer Darren Wilson will not be charged.

aaaaaaaand the bullshit rioting started within five minutes.

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Sorry.
It's been a tough couple weeks. I can't seem to get the time to keep up with the blog.

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Saturday, November 22, 2014

Saturday Morning Coffee #133

That's one week I'm happy to wrap up and put a bow on.

Ended up in Mobile, but I had to drive right by the house to get here, so I grabbed up Mrs B and dragged her along. Haven't seen her in quite some time.
Now here we are Saturday morning; I've finally gotten a couple good nights sleep, and Willie is playing my other song.




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Damn. It's almost Turkey Day isn't it?
Miss B will arrive in a few days. We're going to need to stop by someplace on the way home today and pick up a turkey and some fixin's.

Mrs B makes a mean carrot cake with cream cheese icing.

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I caught some bits and pieces of the Bamster's immigration speech this week.
Local opinion (derived from conversations in the hotel lobby) is that he's dictating laws directly from the office of the president.
aaaaaaaand the apathy's so thick you could swim in it.

No one seems to have the time to give a shit about it.

Sad Daddy is sad.

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Sunday, November 16, 2014

Sunday morning sleep-in #112

STILL working my ass off.

Just wrapped up my 4th 14-hour day.
Rained all damn day. No heavy downpour, no light mist, just heavy enough to be annoying as hell and to make sure you're thoroughly soaked by the end of the day.

Miserable Daddy is miserable.

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Why do I push myself like this?

My annual bonus comes in this month.

Mrs B wants a 60-inch flatscreen.
Maybe after she's done with my bonus check, I'll have enough left over for a couple boxes of ammo.

It's all about the Benjamins.

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Saturday, November 15, 2014

Saturday Morning Coffee #132

Still working my ass off.

Got lucky and found knit caps for sale at the gas station where I stopped for coffee. They were the most beautiful knit caps I've ever seen.

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