My wife inspires me

I don't know if y'all know this, but I'm a gun owner.

Surprise!

Each time I git a new firearm that I love I name her. I reckon y'all know about Meagan and Jenny? They were so easy to name. Jenny is a .22 Semi-auto and Meagan is a .308 bolt gun.

They were named after two girls I knew. Jenny is a cute little blond, bout 5' tall, size 0, and her BFF Meagan is another blond, even cuter, round 5'11" and about a size 12. I dug both these Chicas, so when the rifles came around it just made sense, and it all fit. Plus, since I never dated either of the girls, never saw em in less then a bikini ect. my wife doesn't mind the guns bearin their names.

And we all lived happily ever after...

Until...

I have a new .45, after handlin her tonight I know she needs a name. I can't believe I'm about to type this, but my new girl is sweeter then my old Sig Sauer, and tougher then my HK USP!

I was makin the rounds at the gun stores, when the guy slapped her into my hand. A FNH .45, she felt right, calls were made and adoption paperwork sent off to the FBI.

She ate thru a fair about of 230 grain ball ammo tonight, and she is soft to the touch, easy on the eyes, but hard on the ears!

Here is where I am inspired by my wife.

She loves doin contests and drawins on her blog. I need a name for my new girl and am askin y'all for help. Let me know women y'all know with the above criteria, or ya reckon they fit it.

Example ya say?

Fran Drescher, to some easy on the eyes, she looks like she is soft, but that dadgum voice...enuff said.

But, I would prefer they be people y'all now not celebs, but hey, I'll take what I can git!

I defiantly look forward to the input, and once the winner is decided, I'll git the wife to mail ya somethin neat!

The girl

She has turned 12. Not a much discussed age, but with my Darlin' Angel it will be discussed. I am at a loss.Her momma started lifes changes around this age, and it seems like my girl is followin that same path. She blushes and plays dumb when my wife mentions C.J. She is havin to shave her legs. That trainin bra ain't a fashion accessory, but a necessity. On the other hand her purse, which is now full of necessary items, is Eyore. Such a strange and terrifyin age. Stuck between a teenager and a child. She would kill me iffen she knew about this post.

These boots adorn her little feet, the spurs are new this B-day:


All these changes. I am mixed up. Pride and sadness, fear and hope. Any other Daddies, or girls with a Daddy wanna give me words to git me by? Also, is the term Daddy universal? It sure ain't interchangeable with father that's for sure.

I know my initial instinct is to lock and load, Nuthin like a .45, times like this I wish God and Jesus would invent a .46!

Thanks for bein there Freak!

I have been lookin back thru my blogs, and I have come to realize just how little I have mentioned my friends.

This is traditionally the time of year we are thankful, and I realize I'm lackin.

Seems like besides Tater I only mention friends once they have died.

I am blessed with all the friends I have. Durin all my travels round this world I have had so many great friends to keep me honest, laugh at me and the stupid things I do, and to save me from myself.

But, it is the ones I have shared moments with: triumphs and defeats, loves lost and found, battles waged, tears of both kinds, and moments I will never forgit, that I truly want to say thank you.

To y'all I want you to know I am always here; I don't care if it is grease fire advise (Angel), broken down busted up trucks (Too many to individually name, when are you gonna replace that beater?), or even issues of love/hate (You know who ya are) . If you need me call, my cell is always on.

There is another very special friend I have to mention. You are always there. I dump on ya and you come back like nothin ever happened. Besides my wife you are the greatest friend I have ever had. You love my daughter like she is your own, make me laugh with your adventures and misadventures, don't mind when I refer to you as "that thick girl", these past two years you have been a constant. I really wonder what life would be like with out you.

When I rant and rave about liberals you howl and growl at the moon with me, when I slip on the wood floor as I'm runnin thru the house chantin U.S.A. U.S.A. you give me that look of Way to go Dumbass!, when I run or ride thru the woods you are there. You kept that herd of cattle at bay giving The Girl time to escape and latch the gate, even if your thickness was out weighed by those heifers, cows and calves. I love you for that and so much more.

Thank you Violet. You are much beloved.

Change?

If ya have a bunch of rocks in one sack, ya take em out, shake em up just a hair and shift em around then put them back in the sack after say, I dunno, eight years, has anything changed?









Reckon this pic is listed under things that make ya go "Brrruuugggh?"

Way too busy

Wife and I have been talkin. We have been way too busy here lately. Seems like we are constantly runnin around but never can pin down what we are doin. This weekend we are headin out to Amarillo for WRCA. I look forward to this weekend all year. Gotta love a ranch rodeo. Gotta love a weekend I will actually know what I'm doin.

Seems like we git busier each year. Runnin rescue for wayward friends, haulin horses and cows around, chasin family all over the country, escourtin my wife around to her schools, not to mention church, work, and house duties.

I look forward to when I can slow down.

Things said, but not yet done.

This weekend, The Girl uttered a sentence that amazed and also swelled my heart with pride.


"When I hit high school I wanna take J. R.O.T.C. and welding."

I asked her why, and she said she saw a poster of a girl in welding hood, gloves and coveralls, and she was impressed with what you could do when you force two pieces of metal together. She is plannin the sign for our ranch already.

Reckon Wife and I need to hash out our brand since the "Swingin D" was shot down.

As far as J.R.O.T.C., well, The Girl is impressed with her best friend's older sister wearin a uniform, and she mentioned to her momma "I love Senior Chief, he is so cool"

Senior Chief better hope he is a SEAL, or D.A.D.D.Y. is gonna take him to school.

Those who forgit their history...

I came across an unbelievable speech given by Ronald Reagan on March 1, 1975. It is amazing how with very few adjustments this speech could have (should have) been written this week.

Change the South Vietnam and Cambodia to Afghanistan and Iraq. Update the references to Russia, update the Governmental leaders mentioned. It is SCARY.

I beg all readers, no matter how you voted, to go read this great speech, yes I know it is long. As you read it, insert names you know from current media reports. Think about Russia moving tactical missiles to the boarder of Poland, think of our current Global War on Terror, the loss of the identity of the GOP, our current tax code. After you read it let me know what you think.

http://www.conservative.org/pressroom/reagan/reagan1975.asp

10-10

The other morning I received a phone call. It was from Michelle C. Wife to the best man at my weddin. She started our conversation with "KB, I got bad news..."

Uh oh.

"Steve W. is on life support at Baylor. He had a massive aneurysm, no signs of brain activity."

Steve was my first Deputy Fire Chief. More than that he was my friend. When I was an 18 y.o. kid he took me under his wing and taught me how to fight fire, stand tall at parades, lend a soft shoulder to traumatized victims and fix a diesel engine 19 years older then I am.

As the years passed I can not ever remember Steve not bein there for me. When I was so poor I could only afford a broken lawn mower he took many, many a night to work on it with me to the wee hours of the morning. When my dog was hit by a truck Steve applied a splint to his tail and drove us to the vet. When my now EX wife broke down one night drivin home from work Steve answered the call and towed her home.

Steve was always there. Foul weather, fire storms, gunfire, births, laughter. Always.

He was a great joker. He glued the quarter to the floor in front of the coke machine. He snuck around with me to deliver spiders to the police. He could dish it out and take it. He helped me wrestle a pissed off Rottweiler out of a travel trailer early one December morning so I could git inside and deliver a bike to a child. Damn that dog was mean!

We once replaced his twist on flashlight with a sex toy that had a little LED light in the tip. We rolled out on a motor vehicle accident and I started hollerin I needed a light to start my IV. He fired up the vibrator, hollered, dropped it and stared as it skittered around Highway 114. He was a good sport as I bellowed: Chief I need that light! Why ya shakin, hold that thing still! Seriously Chief, calm down that light is VIBRATIN all over the place...

He got his revenge when after all the patients cleared enroute to the hospital he coated it with KY jelly and stuck it in Tommy's mouth, ear, then down his shirt.

Steve held on for a bit, but after no signs his family did what he wished. I am happy to say Chief was an Organ donor and his legacy lives on. I was most proud that He was a Grandpa before he died.

Chief. I miss you brother. Thank you. This world is now a little dimmer for havin you pass at such a young 50 years. Tell Pete to open those gates you are 10-10, all units back at station.

When having done all you can do to stand, then stand...

Well, as y'all know it is official, President Elect Obama.

There has been alot of talk about him and his agenda, what I can say is I honestly hope he is a successful President who will lead from the center. Based on his announcement of his Chief of Staff I do not see this, but time will tell.

I am a Republican, and yes I am one who feel abandoned by my party. We need another Ronald Reagan!

I know in my heart this country can be great again, but this does not mean I have to blindly follow what our liberal leaders want to force us to follow. I will not go quietly into the night on subjects like the so called fairness doctrine, or even more heinous UN policy of the Child. (Much more to follow on these)

I just had to start gittin my voice heard from here in fly over country. God Bless America.

Obamanation

I have decided, in the spirit of fair play, to blame Obama for everything that goes wrong in my life.

Light turned red: Obama's fault.
Can't find my truck keys: Obama.
Missed that deer at 30 yards with my .308: Definately Obama
The other night I couldn't watch my favorite TV show: Thanks Obama.
I opened the frig and the milk was expired: Way to go Obama!
I have a chronic cough that antibiotics haven't cured: Once again- Obama.

He is a sneaky little gnome skulkin around my world.

Last night I heard his nails clickin across the floor and my wallet and money disappeared. Later, I found my wallet with just my social security card intact. Gotta pay taxes, ya know??

I was talkin with my buddy Tater and he has had similar experiences. He keeps hearin the scurrin and finds his guns unloaded and his scopes re-zeroed.

Dadgumit Obama! Leave us alone!

What has Obama done to you this week?

A day of waiting

I pride myself in bein a very patient person. When everyone melts down waitin in line at the store or in traffic I just keep grinnin, knowin that it can't last forever. However, my patience was pushed, pulled, twisted and shattered yesterday.

I was waitin on Fed Ex.

Last week Cindy and I placed an order with Bass Pro shops. A tent for the bed of the truck, an air mattress that fills up the bed of the truck and is shaped around the wheel wheels, and two predator decoys.

I never git packages. Heck, it is even rare for me to git any real mail, so I became very excited when I learned that you can track the status of deliveries online. I kept checkin the updates on where in America my new toys were. Started in Springfield Mo, then over to somewhere in Kansas, then to Ft. Worth. At 8:42 Saturday morning I received the final update: Loaded on Fed Ex truck for delivery!

I worked for a few short hours that morning, came home mowed the yard, and ran to the pharmacy for my wife. On the way back home I saw a Fed Ex truck just two blocks from home! That had to be him! I floored it to beat him home. And waited, and waited and waited.

About 2:00 pm A man came to the front door holdin a clipboard, Cindy hollered out "He's here!" And I ran to the door all grins.

I think it made that door to door salesman's day to be greeted with enthusiasm. No package, no I didn't want what he was sellin, just wanted my stuff Fed Ex was holdin hostage.

After another long drawn hour of nail bitin anticipation Fed Ex arrived. It was here!! I met the Africanized American lady drive in the front yard. She threw the packages at me and walked back to her truck without so much as a hello, good bye or drop dead.

I had my toys!! But waitin on it still sucks.

Well, been kinda busy

Seems like this spring has rapidly crept up on us. We have been pretty busy here in Texas, a new job, a new house, my wife's big thing. Pretty hectic here in the Great State.

Our friends Katy and Glen have been busy as well.

Even though they are super busy we intruded on a Sunday to see the goin ons. There have been a few new additions at their place and there was no keepin ICB and CDB away any longer.

With out further adieu:

Ok, I'll admit, there was no keepin me away either!

Pork and NO beans

As my much beloved wife mentioned I went huntin again. It was a perfect weekend in Mexia, Tx.

My buddy Tater has a neighbor who has land there. Unfortunatly here in Texas havin land means that, more often then not, you have feral hogs.

Feral hogs are becomin more and more of a nusisance. They are not a native species and they are devistating many of our animals who do belong. Between the pigs and fireants things like our beloved horned lizards (Horney Toads), quail and white tailed deer are on the decline. Also pigs do massive amounts of damage to land and crops, plus spreadin diseases such as pseudorabies and brucelossis.

Thankfully there is an answer for pigs on your property.







Here is a bonus video of Tater for your enjoyment:

I got nuthin

I am postin here tonight to move that picture of my wife a lil further down the page. Other then that I really got nuthin. Long terrible day at work. Scratches down my back from a 19 ft long piece of 4 inch C channel. Suprised me more then it hurt, was bent over welding and grinding when it fell from the cart and nailed me. So, y'all take care and hopefully I'll be more insightful later on.

Now for the rest of the story...

Last night was one heck of a night.

As I was sayin, a pretty big field mouse was in the house, I was armed with a broom and a boot, right boot to be precise, I mistakenly told y'all it was my left one.

So, I had spotted my quarry at the end of the hall, under the mysterious black thing (I'm not sure what it is really called, kinda a combination coat rack/mud room). I handed my size 13 off to my drafted assistant and was plannin to pull the black thing away from the wall so she could smash him as he ran.

Unfortunately the rodent didn't agree with the plan and bolted while CD was lookin the wrong direction. The critter ran across her foot and escaped under the couch.

Much chaos!

Ok, same plan, different location. Dang, he ran from the couch to the Christmas tree. Hmmm

Unfortunately each time the nasty lil thing appeared CD would screech, cry and in general freak out. This musta inspired the dogs to join in the game cause Violet flanked the tree and Daisy set up a blockin position well down the hallway in case It got past Cindy. In my excitment I forgot to explain to the dogs what to do if it appeared. The mouse ran over the left paw of my beloved Blue Lacey huntin dog. She kinda shrugged her shoulders at me and sat promptly and gave me her cutest look.

Ok, new plan, from the tree, to the couch, to the black thing, out the front door. Ready Break!!

Time out, if we open the door, the dogs will run out and mug a random jogger.

Ok, dogs in the back yard, ready Wife?

Tree to couch, Check!

Couch to SCREAM!!!! "HE POKED HIS NOSE OUT AND LOOKED AT ME!!!!"

That is the plan sweety, now just back up and block the hallway we don't want him to go that way do we?

"Ok, I'm OH MY GOD THERE HE IS AGAIN!!!"

Ok, ready?

Mouse to black thing, check!

Black thing to front yard!!! Check!

Much rejoicing in the B house.

6 Months

Today is our six month anniversary! Don't really know what to expect at 6 months, my last go around at this wasn't exactly glorious. But, I do know it wasn't what greeted me when I got in from the job.

Tearful wife, shaken teenager, two lazy dogs.

I walked in and my wife gave me the "We need to talk" look, followed by "So..."

I sat down, not really in the mood for a so conversation. I was surprised when Trev interrupted his momma and told me what was up. He got home from school and went into the garage to help her pack up Christmas decorations. Unfortunately, when he picked up the crates he felt somethin kinda strange. Weirder feelin then that rope in gym class.

I wish I coulda seen the look on his face when he realized somethin alive had jumped onto him! He froze in place and a mouse fell to the earth at his feet, twitched a few times and died.

Cindy took over the story at this point and informed me she was afraid to enter the garage. She asked Trev to pick up the mouse, but he draws the line at vomit and dog mess. Poor kid, he's been a Haz Mat first responder since age 7.


We stop this blog for breakin news.....


A MOUSE IS IN THE HOUSE, CINDY IS SCREAMING, DOGS ARE CONFUSED, KB HAS ARMED HIMSELF WITH A LEFT BOOT AND A BROKEN-ASSED BROOM. MORE TO FOLLOW!

Happy New Year's

I just love the surprises a new year brings. you never know what that fresh year will give ya, hope for a better year then last, world peace, higher beef prices, lower diesel prices, plenty of rain, you never know what will happen.

The best surprise so far this year has defiantly been an email my wife received at work. It was from my mom's husband, wishin her a Happy New Year.

It came with an attachment and all. My wife opened it to find naked women pictures. They were usin various body parts to form the 00's in 2007 & 2008! I came home for lunch and she shared the email with me and wanted to know how to reply to this inappropriate email in her work inbox. I advised reply to it with a big ol' whut the hell?

About 20 min. passed before his reply came in. Basically A big SORRY!! I am so embarrassed , I didn't mean to send that. OMG! I forwarded the wrong email! I had two titled Happy New Year's! I sent that email to my wife's family in Iowa, work contacts and people in the Christian Coalition I do work with! Please forgive me, the one I meant to send had balloons and bunnies!


Heck, I think they both have balloons and bunnies!