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?