• Girlie Bear is reading The Gunny’s new book, and I told her she could loan it to her friends if she wanted.  She said she was going to recommend it to her friends who are planning on joining the Marines, but wasn’t going to loan our copy to them.
  • She appears to be more afraid that they will attempt to eat it than that they will lose it.
  • Quote of the Day – “How long has this book been out?  You’ve been saying stuff like this to me since I was born!”
• Went into the hippie-dippie health food store to get Boo’s vitamins today.  They have bulk stuff like quinoa and black beans.
  • I may have to practice the black art of capitalism with them on occasion.
• It’s officially winter.  I got the urge to bake this afternoon, and ended up making batches of pumpkin bread and cranberry nut bread.  I would be making cookies and banana bread as well, but Irish Woman needs the oven to prepare toast for tomorrow’s dressing.
• It’s quite liberating when someone almost tearfully informs you of the latest ‘drama’ in their lives, and you just shake your head and say “That’s too bad.” without making their issue your issue.
• Tonight, I tried to explain to Irish Woman why ammunition became scarce and went through the roof, and why .22 is still pretty thin on the ground.  I don’t think I fully explained it to her, and I may have confused myself.
• If the weather holds, I will be going to the woods this weekend with a chain saw.  That’s almost as good as going to the woods with a gun.
• Phase two of Operation “Why Is My M-1 Giving Me Light Strikes Every So Often” commences as soon as the new spring set arrives.
• When asked what I want for Christmas, I said “ammunition” and listed out several calibers.
  • Heck, I offered to print up and laminate a list of which calibers and manufacturers I use so that Irish Woman can reference it whenever the mood strikes.
• This will be the first time in a long time that our Thanksgiving turkey will not have onion breast implants.  She will have to get by on her natural assets and talents.

This one is dedicated to my instructor on this date in 1990, who had to break it to me that I was not going to be kicking in doors, blowing up buildings, and shooting helicopters out of the sky.  He then had to put up with my temper tantrum as I came to the realization that the only things that were going to be in danger from my chosen profession were the coffee urn and my guhor stick.

• Going grocery shopping, three days before Thanksgiving, on the eve of the first sort-of-big snowfall of the year, and while hungry, might not have been the smartest thing I’ve ever done.
• The city has been out brining and salting the roads, but this may be one of the few times that it will do some good.  I’ll give them a pass on this one.
• Apparently Irish Woman gets an email every time I make an order from one of the more well-known gun parts suppliers on the Internet.
  • Yeah, I’m busted for buying an adjustable gas plug for my M-1.
  • So much for being sneaky discreet.
• With all the reading I’ve been doing lately, I’ve been neglecting my blog list.
  • I opened up my reader today, and oh my, but you all have been busy, haven’t you?
  • I’m getting caught up.  Some of you may see some new comments on rather old posts.
• Crash has developed a habit of climbing people as if they were trees so that he can settle upon their shoulders and purr in their ear.
  • It’s kind of cute when it’s done to someone else, but it’s going to the top of the list of things to discourage.
• Holly Chism has put out her latest novel, Highway to Tartarus.  It’s an excellent read for adults.  You’ll want to read the first in the series before you get into this one, but it’s just as good.  Expect a review soon.
• Finding a FaceBook group for my old unit in Augsburg was kind of neat.  Seeing all the 20+ year old pictures of both me and my friends consumed hours.
  • That staff sergeant that I worked for, the one I thought was older than dirt?  Yeah, he was only 28 at the time.
• Girlie Bear told me tonight that part of her Social Studies homework was to write a haiku with each of her vocabulary words.
  • Apparently it’s been a weekly assignment since August, and I’m just now realizing it.
  • I told her that her teacher is a pinko commie twit, but he’s also a flake.
• “No war for oil”, my ass.
  • At $3.45 a gallon for regular unleaded, I’ll push the “Bomb them back to the stone age” button myself if it means we can return to the prices we had in 2003.
  • If we’re going to be accused of being imperialists, we can at least reap the benefits of empire on occasion.

The accused may be innocent until proven guilty, but that doesn’t mean you can’t build the gallows and practice tying knots now.

• I had a long time co-worker call me an asshole in the nicest way possible, and I couldn’t have been more proud.
  • He also said that I always got the job done right the first time I did it, which was almost as good.
• I woke up this morning to the dulcet tones of my beloved Irish Woman as she tried to figure out why the dog needed to be up and making noise before the sun was up, why the 5 year old had the TV up so loud, and why the cat needed attention right-bloody-now.
  • It’s good to have the family back together again.
• Nothing like putting away the summer clothes in a box and bringing out the winter clothes.
  • I much prefer sweater weather to “Holy crap, I’m going to die from the heat!” weather.
• Finding boxes of ammunition you forgot you had is a nice side effect of cleaning up the basement.
• The fact that Koshka did not throat punch Crash when he took a piece of ham away from her tells me that she’s mellowed quite a bit in her old age.
• Hot fire, clean house, lazy dogs, and quiet kids – My favorite way to finish a day.

• Oatmeal would be much easier to eat if you could add eggs, sausage, biscuits, and hashbrowns.  And take out the oatmeal.
• Just so everyone knows, when the hood on a 2012 Ford Fusion is open, but still latched, it will cause the “Door Open” idiot light on the dashboard to light up.
  • Repeatedly opening and closing all of the passenger doors and the trunk will not correct this issue.
• I don’t know if you all heard, but today is the 50th anniversary of the assassination of President Kennedy by a socialist tool.  Or maybe it was a mafia hitman.  Possibly a CIA agent under orders from Vice President Johnson.  Outside chance he’s still alive and that was a Martian meat puppet in the car.
  • I just wanted to make sure, because the press seems to be keeping quiet about it.
• For once, I went to an airport and didn’t come away thinking hateful things about the TSA.
  • Of course, I was just meeting Irish Woman and didn’t have to go through security, but you take what you can get.
• When you screw up my pizza order, put it down under the wrong name, and give me attitude when I give you my phone number so you can look everything up, you give up all rights to be shocked that I do not tip you.
  • My name is not Bob, and I did not order a thin crust meat lovers with extra cheese, along with a stuffed crust pepperoni.
• Old challenge coins make for excellent pirate treasure.