H/T to Carteach on this one.  Spread the word.  These are very popular brands of .45 ACP.

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Senator James Webb (D) of Virginia has decided to not seek a second term.  Senator Webb has been serving our country in one form or another for a good chunk of my lifetime, and I believe that the Senate will be diminished by his absence.

Webb is a combat veteran from Vietnam, and has worked hard at championing the causes of veterans and service members.  He is an old style gentleman, who even if I disagree with some of his views, can still show respect and be respected.

Look for the fight over his seat to be extremely contentious as the two dominant parties gouge, kick, and bite over control of the Senate in 2012.

A group of people in Florida helped a 3 foot long squid which had washed up on shore get back to deep water.  They all seemed very concerned for the delicious animal’s well being, even quipping:

“He’ll probably get eaten by a shark,” Gorman said. “But I’d rather have (the squid) die in the ocean where it’s supposed to.”

 Mr. Gorman and his companions have obviously never had fried calamari as an appetizer, or fettuccini tossed with sauted squid, garlic, and white wine.  How we as a species stay at the top of the food chain sometimes escapes me.

These are the same kind of people who get upset that a dog gets into a park and takes out some of the flying vermin, and will try to chase the geese out of the canine avenger’s path.  The people I hang out with get upset because the geese can’t be cleaned, plucked, marinated, and roasted after Rover chews on them.

Personally, I would have used that cooler to ice the son of a gun down and get him home quickly so that he could be used as an organic meat supplement for the family dinner.  But that’s just me.

From my wonderfully humorous Brother in Law, who advised me to not let Irish Woman see this one.  Caution – Salty Language ahead!

Before you ask, yes, that is what my home area in North Dakota looks like in January and February. And that is my definition of winter beauty.

If your doctor says that you shouldn’t eat 12 hours before surgery, then don’t eat or drink anything during the 12 hours preceding your scheduled surgery time.

Corollary:

If your child’s doctor, even if said child is 14 years old, tells you not to let him eat for 12 hours prior to surgery, don’t leave him alone with a box of donuts the morning of surgery.

While getting braces put on his teeth, Little Bear’s dentist noticed that he had an impacted molar that was coming in sideways behind his other molars.  Basically, his jaw isn’t big enough for all of his adult teeth.  A surgeon was consulted, who scheduled Little Bear for surgery to remove it.

Since he would be going under general anesthesia, we were advised that he could have no food or drink for 12 hours prior to his surgery appointment.

This morning, we all showed up at the hospital at 6:30 to get Little Bear registered and into the surgical ward.  Little Bear and his mother were driven by his grandmother, who we will call Medusa, because apparently having your ex-husband drive you and your son to the hospital makes too much sense.  But hey, why rob Medusa and me of a chance to sit across a room from one another and think hateful thoughts at each other?

Anyhoo, registration went quickly and we were escorted back to a small room where surgical prep began.  Little Bear changed into the normal gown, an IV was started, and we began the wait.  After the nurse, the anesthesiologist, the nurse anesthetist, surgeon, another nurse, another anesthesiologist, the janitor, the local representative of the forces of evil, his counterpart in the forces of good, two guys who were lost and looking for the shortest route to Las Vegas that didn’t go through bat country, and the doctor again all came through the area, asking us questions and having us fill out paperwork, we found out that we would be delayed an hour or so due to an emergency surgery that had bumped us.

Mind you, each of these people asked us if he had had anything to eat or drink since last evening, and Little Bear and his mother avowed that he had indeed fasted the prerequisite 12 hours.

Medusa and I stayed in our neutral corners.  I chatted with Little Bear, read several articles from a magazine with him, and did some web surfing on my phone.  Medusa came and went as she needed to find coffee, somewhere to smoke, a restroom, another smoke, more coffee, and another trip to the restroom.  Maybe somewhere in there she went off to terrorize a village or something.  Personally, I was hoping that someone would drop a house on her, but I digress.

After a couple of hours of waiting, the nurse anesthesiologist came in and administered the pre-surgery medications, including a good healthy dose of Versed.  Within a minute or two, Little Bear was quite relaxed and happy.  I can now say I know what signs to look for if he should ever try narcotics.  After another half hour or so of waiting, the charge nurse came in and did final prep for surgery.  As she was unhooking Little Bear from all of the room monitors and getting his IV and such ready for transport to the operating room, she went though all of the initial questions one more time:

What’s your name?
What are you here for today?
Do you have any allergies?
Have you had anything to eat or drink in the last 12 hours?

To the last question, Little Bear, still being stoned out of his gourd, replied “Nothing last night, but I had a piece of a donut this morning before we came to the hospital.”.

Needless to say, the surgery is being rescheduled.  A patient under general anesthesia has to be competely empty because if he were to vomit, he might asperate, causing pneumonia or death.

To say that I was irritated with my ex is an understatement.  Yes, he’s 14, and he should know better, but why even have donuts on the kitchen table when your son can’t eat?

Once Little Bear sobers up, I’m going to have a long talk with him about peronsal responsibility and why he shouldn’t do what he’s told not to.  I’m just glad that we were delayed long enough for the Versed to turn into a truth serum with him and that he fessed up before they put him under.

As for Medusa, I’m sorry to say that the sun wasn’t out today, so she didn’t melt into a pool of icor when she stepped outside.  Better luck next time, I guess.

There are few worse ways to start the day than to spend a few hours in a hospital waiting room with your ex-wife and ex-mother-in-law.

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Looks like I picked the wrong time to lose my taste for chocolate.

Hershey’s, purveyors of such lovely edibles as the eponymous Hershey Bar and Hershey Kisses, has released a study which shows that chocolate powder and dark chocolate have more anti-oxidants than some of the “super fruits” such as acai or cranberry.

The total flavanol content of dark chocolate was significantly greater than cocoa beverage on a per-serving basis and both dark chocolate and cocoa beverage had significantly greater total flavanol content than hot cocoa mix, acai, blueberry, cranberry and pomegranate juice, the study says.

Over the last year or so, I’ve lost my sweet tooth.  I can probably count on two hands the number of pieces of chocolate that I’ve eaten since last fall.  For a lifetime chocoholic, especially for dark chocolate, this is a catastrophe.  I still love the way chocolate smells, so there’s still hope.  Maybe if I convince myself that a piece of  dark chocolate before bedtime is good for me, I’ll get back into it.

A man in Chicago found a good form of street justice when his security camera recorded a neighbor stealing his snow shovel after almost two feet of snow fell.

Back in the Old West, stealing a man’s horse got you about 6 feet of rope for a 10 foot fall.  Having lived in an environment where shoveling snow is a daily, and sometimes hourly, chore, stealing a snow shovel is just as bad.

The gentleman from Mordor decided to go easy on the nice lady who stole his shovel, and just buried her car in snow.  Personally, she got off light.

OK, last football post for  a few months.

Today being a rather nasty day weather wise, my shooting group decided to forego the outdoor range and have an hour or so at the nice, heated indoor range.  Apparently we weren’t the only ones who had this idea, because there was a wait for a lane when we left.

I took along the CZ-82, Taurus Model 85, RIA Government Model 1911, and the new S&W 22A-1.

Thoughts:

• The 22A is a great little pistol.  Mine is the base model, so the sights are pretty basic, but easy to see in good lighting.  I’m going to use it as a pistol trainer for Girlie Bear and Irish Woman, so I won’t be putting an optic on the integral rail.  Only thing I might do is put a dab of orange or white gun paint on the front sight.  I shot Winchester high velocity .22 long through it, and the muzzle flipped less than an inch during rapid fire.  My groups started out at about 10 inches across, but tightened up some as I continued putting rounds downrange.  
• Between me and the rest of my group, we put about 150 rounds down the 22A, and I had three failures.  One was a stovepipe on ejection, the other two were problems with feeding from the magazine.  One of the failures to feed dented the cartridge bad enough I discarded it.
• Disassembly of the 22A was about as easy as I’ve ever seen on a pistol.  Lock the slide back, push in the disassembly button, and lift off the upper part of the gun.  Definitely easier than a 1911 or Mark III.
• The CZ-82 is fast becoming my favorite pistol.  It’s as light as the Model 85, but has enough weight that it doesn’t flip around a lot from recoil.  It shoots very well, has a good trigger, and made a ragged hole in the target at 21 feet.  I was firing Fiocci rounds out of it today.  Next time I go to the outdoor range, I’ll try out the cheap Tulammo steel cased ammunition I bought for it.  
• The 1911 is probably going to come out of rotation as a carry piece.  It just doesn’t want to consistently feed non-FMJ ammunition.  If I can get my hands on some EFMJ ammunition, I’ll try it and re-evaluate carrying the 1911.  It’s a perfectly adequate range gun, and it is extremely enjoyable to shoot.  Some have turned their noses up at the RIA brand, but other than the issues with hollow point ammunition, it’s pretty solid. I’m between 1000 and 2000 rounds into its lifespan, and no components show any signs of problems.  
• The Model 85 is my carry piece, and I need to seriously start doing dry fire on a regular basis.  The DA trigger isn’t too stiff, but I need to strengthen my hands in order to consistently fire it accurately.  At 21 feet, I was still hitting the vitals with every shot, but my groups were between 6 and 8 inches across.  I want to tighten that up so that I can hit a 3 inch group with a cold gun.  Other than that, I really love this little revolver.

Hopefully spring will hurry up and get here so I can get out to the outdoor range and spend a little more time shooting.  It’s hard to linger over your shots and analyze when you’re paying by the hour.  The indoor range is really nice though, and I definitely enjoy going out there when the weather is bad or I don’t feel like driving the 45 minutes to Knob Creek.