Has been talkin bout what was

well there now

2010-01-28T20:04:00.003-06:00

Ok, so I am tryin and tryin to blog.
Can't, I really got nothin.
Feel empty inside, restless, and unhappy.
No, not unhappy that way Cindy!
Just a deeper sadness, and I don't like it.
There, I blogged, have a gun:

Christmas list

2009-10-26T22:28:00.003-05:00

Ok Santa here we go again!!!

3. Aimpoint M3 or M4

2. SigArms Stoplight:

And to put it all on:

1. Stag Arms 2T 5.56/.223

I am countin on you big guy, don't let me down!

Least we forgit

2009-07-31T16:36:00.001-05:00

Thank you

2009-07-31T16:28:00.001-05:00

Thank you John Coffey for this

I want a Divorce!

2009-07-28T13:33:00.003-05:00

Dear American liberals, leftists, social progressives, socialists, Marxists and Obama supporters, et al:

We have stuck together since the late 1950's, but the whole of this latest election process has made me realize that I want a divorce. I know we tolerated each other for many years for the sake of future generations, but sadly, this relationship has run its course. Our two ideological sides of America cannot and will not ever agree on what is right so let's just end it on friendly terms. We can smile and chalk it up to irreconcilable differences and go our own way.

Here is a model separation agreement:

Our two groups can equitably divide up this country by landmass each taking a portion. That will be the difficult part, but I am sure our two sides can come to a friendly agreement. After that, it should be relatively easy! Our respective representatives can effortlessly divide other assets since both sides have such distinct and disparate tastes.

We don't like redistributive taxes so you can keep them. You are welcome to the liberal judges and the ACLU. Since you hate guns and war, we'll take our firearms, the cops, the NRA and the military. You can keep Oprah, Michael Moore and Rosie O'Donnell (You are, however, responsible for finding a bio-diesel vehicle big enough to move all three of them).

We'll keep the capitalism, greedy corporations, pharmaceutical companies, Wal-Mart and Wall Street.. You can have your beloved homeboys, hippies and illegal aliens. We'll keep the hot Alaskan hockey moms, greedy CEO's and rednecks. We'll keep the Bibles and give you NBC and Hollywood .

You can make nice with Iran and Palestine and we'll retain the right to invade and hammer places that threaten us. You can have the peaceniks and war protesters.

When our allies or our way of life are under assault, we'll help provide them security.

We'll keep our Judeo-Christian values.. You are welcome to Islam, Scientology, Humanism and Shirley McClain. You can also have the U.N.. but we will no longer be paying the bill.

We'll keep the SUVs, pickup trucks and oversized luxury cars. You can take every Hybrid you can find.

We'll keep The Battle Hymn of the Republic and the National Anthem. I'm sure you'll be happy to substitute Imagine, I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing, Kum Ba Ya or We Are the World.

We'll practice trickle down economics and you can give trickle up poverty your best shot..

Since it often so offends you, we'll keep our history, our name and our flag.

Would you agree to this? If so, please pass it along to other like minded liberal and conservative patriots and if you do not agree, just hit delete. In the spirit of friendly parting, I'll bet you which one of us will need whose help in 15 years.

Sincerely,

Kent Bryant

an American

P.S. Also, please take Barbara Streisand & Jane Fonda with you.

This was an email I recieved from Tater, I just added my name where it was needed. Feel free to use this as you see fit.

Frickin Sissy

2009-07-15T12:23:00.004-05:00

As many of you know, I don't like our President, here is just another reason why. He throws like a 6 year old. I love how they didn't even give him the over the shoulder President Bush angle. "Mr" President's ball bounced before the plate, even after he lobbed it up to try to go the distance. I bet Hilary coulda made it. Just sayin...

Suicide Pigs, Pronghorns, Crazy lights and Kent

2009-07-13T19:42:00.002-05:00

My wife and I just got back from West Texas. The Davis Mountains to be more exact.
This was a trip to celebrate two wonderful years of marriage!

As y'all know we live in The Great State of Texas. This state has soo much to offer, swamps, plains, hills, beach, desert, forrest, grasslands, sand dunes, vast open spaces, confined canyons, space command, ghost towns...you git the idea. Well, on our trip, we went out to some of my favorite parts.

I will have to download the pics, just a tease here of blogs to come!

Not it

2009-06-25T07:23:00.002-05:00

Waitin is over, not me.

I can't help but feel a lil disappointed. Perfect job, perfect lil town, excellent timing. Just was not chosen.

Cindy and I prayed a very specific prayer about this job. That God would not give me this opportunity if He knew it was not right for us, where we wanted to be in the future, or any other thing He knew that we did not.

Still, I am disappointed. What reason did they have for passin me up? The other guy have more experience? Something HR did not like in my background?

How many times do I do this? Pray, and if I don't like my answer feel let down and disappointed? Who else does this? Just me? I really am curious.

On a more positive note, thanks to my insider contact at least I will be able to find out why I was passed over.

USDAbllaahh

2009-06-23T20:25:00.002-05:00

I am very anxious and impatient right now.

Yesterday I had an interview with USDA wildlife services as a Trapper. I have since heard it is down to me or one other guy. I have another day at least to wait.

Wife and I have prayed over this, for patience, for not gittin the job if Somervell County will not be right for us, for guidance. So, I don't really know why I am anxious...but I really am.

Knowin what I knew on Monday now is startin to wear thin. I knew it was a 50% chance on this job, either I git it or I don't. I sure wish I knew. That old sayin about no news is good news just isn't any comfort to me.

Hmmm

2009-06-19T20:30:00.001-05:00

So it appears that in the year 4012, my birthday will be on a Wednesday...

Iowa

2009-05-28T14:28:00.002-05:00

It sure would be nice to have my Iowa trip before North Korea decides to start a war with us. Just sayin...

A little bitter...

2009-05-19T00:20:00.002-05:00

So I am in a bad mood. Gonna rant here. My wife ran off to St. Louis via Amtrack with her family.

That ain't my problem.

My problem is the sick codependent dog and the depressed horse.

Daisy has decided to have explosive diarrhea. Poor dog I know, but what gits me is she is one of those dogs that panics and runs when the action starts. I have so far cleaned the sheets, the couch, numerous towels. I can't even take her to the vet until a money transfer occurs in a day or so since my wife is in far off exotic, and apparently cellphone free St. Louis...

And hey...

Before she left she got called numerous times from K & G about JJ. (Cellphones work here ya see) Off his feed, depressed, listless... I stopped out where he is for ICB to love on him before I took her home. He seemed ok to me, but what jokes do you tell a horse to cheer him up??

Besides, St. Louis doesn't even have a proper song....

Truth

2009-05-03T23:35:00.002-05:00

I got this video as a email from a great American John Coffey. Find him here at :

http://johnjudyc.blogspot.com (not sure why this isn't a link? Help Wife!)

Maybe this:
coffeypot

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ijEED_iviTA

This is a video of Condi Rice facing down and schoolin a collage twerp who I would be willing to bet has never:

1. Seen death in person
2. Seen Hunger
3. Had a job
4. Been told No
5. Had his own brain
6. A date with the opposite sex

Who has:

1. A mommy who does everything for him
2. A car
3. More then one credit card he does not pay for
4. A bearded, sweater wearing professor he dreams about
5. A trust fund
6. The ability to troubleshoot windows Vista.

Shallow and judgmental enough for y'all?

Not to pat my own back, but I would if I could! (Haha, thanks Glen Ray.) When I was this child's age I had life experience, held a child as he died (God speed Tim Taylor Jr.), quit high school to git a full time job and help my family when my former Step Dad (Douche Bag) left my mom (Angel), and been to collage where I was subjected to discipline, room inspections, standing for daily inspection and physical exertion. (God bless the Fire Academy), and I knew to respect my betters.

I love the scene where ya see him trippin over his lower lip, lookin like he is gonna cry! And even better is when she gives him the answer to the question she asks him. She is a class act. Brilliant, courageous, inspiring, and just plain WOW!

Trauma for giggles

2009-05-02T20:00:00.003-05:00

I am sittin here with my wife, waitin for my pain to dry. She is watchin sub par TV . Seems like a necessary part of this TV is the need for gun shot wounds trauma and serious injury. Unfortunately my former Paramedic life does not let me enjoy this nonsense. Git shot in the shoulder Brachial artery hmmm or blasted in the upper thigh hey never mind that femoral artery...

Having been there and done that I find myself repulsed by violence for entertainment.

I much more prefer the violence for a purpose like the beach scene from Saving Private Ryan. Pure nasty, unflinching gore. But Gore that makes you appreciate what my Grandpa's ran through on that beach on that June morning back in 1944. Why did they both live to go on and make me? I can't express enough my admiration on what has rightly been called "Our Greatest Generation." To leave the farm, factory, or job and walk across the world to fight evil.

Ok, so I have seemed to be chasin rabbits here, so be it.

Thoughtless Tuesday

2009-04-28T14:23:00.002-05:00

How many of y'all saw him thank himself due to a teleprompter mishap?

here y'all go

2009-04-24T16:50:00.000-05:00

http://sports.yahoo.com/nfl/blog/shutdown_corner/post/A-jolly-old-Super-Bowl-NFL-considers-a-Super-Bo?urn=nfl,158834
let me know what ya think...

Gotta love it!

2009-04-24T10:18:00.006-05:00

As some of y'all know I have a minor dislike for feral hogs. I find em ugly, mean, destructive illegal aliens. Second only to fire ants as the devil's favorite pet far as I can tell.

Last night was the latest round in our attempt to eradicate a few of em.

This was my third time to this particular part of The Great State.

Trip one Tater and I saw pigs but spooked em with the truck drivin thru the pasture.

Trip two Tater, Ian and I heard pigs, coyotes, and somebody gigglin.

Trip Three just Tater and I, since Ian is a responsible member of society and workin One Million Hours a week.

This trip we did more preplanning** and decided to sit on a hill we thought had promise. About sundown we started to set up, both of us loaded down like mules crashin thru the woods. Found a nice over watch and started lookin about and saw 5 pigs rootin up the field below. I tell ya, when I called pigs! Tater looked at me like I was smokin crack. Him bein the professional animal killer and all, he usually sees em first. We dropped all our junk, loaded up the rifles and took a quick peek. Yup, two sows and three little ones. Tater told me to take the one on the left in 3,2,1 I was impressed how well we timed it, both shot within a whisker of the other. Pigs slowly walked, then ran after a few stumble steps. Both us fired again and had two distinctive misses.
Debate began after no blood trails found and our post set up. We were both positive of good hits on the first shots...

Half hour later the three Lil pigs from earlier came out to feed, piglets just don't wander off from momma Scratch two sow! Took a shot but missed them.

An hour or so later we got buzzed by a pig. He came in under the radar and stopped about 30 feet in front of us. Tater heard an even bigger pig commin so we held off. They then gave us a squeal when we hit the spot light, but they hit a slight dip so no shot.

After a short discussion of, next time lets not wait to shoot we settled back in.

Thirty minutes later a 180 lb range boar came in to about 20 feet. The .06 nailed him, causin him to roll a few feet down the hill with a squeak. He was a pretty hefty boy, glad he dropped so fast.

After this it quieted down and we called it.

Tater went back at first light, and found the two sows in heavy brush, both of em runnin close to 150 lbs. Sometimes they just don't bleed externally. It was great clearin both them girls out. Pigs can breed at 6-8months of age, havin an average litter size of 8 . Y'all do the math.

The way I see it is if they have 8 piglets, 10 of em live.

**Cindy has informed me the term preplanning is redundant. It is an old Fire Department term, and hey ya don't git more redundant then the F.D.

2009-04-17T12:15:00.000-05:00

I am bad?

2009-04-16T17:47:00.003-05:00

Today, after my Wife came back from stimulating the economy with her momma, her mom realized I was writing emails to my State and Federal elected officials. Just a friendly Howdy and a what have you done? kinda email. Seriously y'all, send email, call, stop on in their offices, they work for you, remind em that locals put em in place and to not forgit their roots. Heck, I didn't even vote for one of em, but she is still accountable to my community. To our two Senators I asked em if they were Washingtonians or Texans.

I also asked them to talk to the head of Homeland Security. I found if VERY offensive that they have made statements about our returning vets, and to watch out before they turn into another McVey. I also was annoyed to find out I am a right wing extremist according to this report from DHS.

Hmmm, when did supporting strong borders, a strong Constitution, believing in God, and thinking my State government is better at knowin what I want over the Feds make me bad?

I am still confused how the Media has conveniently forgot/hidden the fact that EVERY governmental massacre of the 20th century was a from leftist/liberal. Pretty darn sure Rawanda was leftist rebels, but they have such long tribal memories it is hard to tell. Think about the rest: Hitler=Nazi (Short for National Socialist), Stalin, Pol Pot, Castro=communists. I know I am forgiting more then a few in my list here, sorry.

My point is How am I bad again?

What the hell?

2009-04-14T16:33:00.002-05:00

This was the opening paragraph of a story in the Ft. Worth Star Telegram:

Arlington police want help from the public in identifying the man who, armed with an assault-style pistol, recently robbed a GameStop store in the 2500 block of East Arkansas Lane

So, I am a fairly educated gun owner and would like to know what the hell is an "assault-style" pistol? Is this another term for a machine pistol or a new anti-gun jab by the media types?

Howdy from the couch

2009-04-09T21:10:00.003-05:00

It has been a long week. I started landscapin with my buddy Pete, and it has worn me down! I'm just glad Pete the professional scaper has worn down just as quick. I keep workin at this pace and I'll be back in my size 32 jeans!

So, today we had six pallets of sod, ten yards of dirt, and a bunch of chippin to do. We discussed it and I made a run for day labor. Here in Texas (and I assume elsewhere) we have parts of town where you pull up, tell em how many and they pile on in.

I needed three, got em, and was makin the drive back to the job site when I started hearin em jabberin away. Seems like my radio was on a talk station and they didn't agree what was bein said by Laura Ingram! Kinda funny...

I don't really have much else to talk bout, kinda tired. Better make it to the shower before my wife has a stroke I'm sittin on the couch. I'll leave y'all with another funny child in church story.

One Sunday in a Midwest City , a young child was "acting up" during the morning worship hour. The parents did their best to maintain some sense of order in the pew but were losing the battle. Finally, the father picked the little fellow up and walked sternly up the aisle on his way out.

Just before reaching the safety of the foyer, the little one called loudly to the congregation, "Pray for me! Pray for me!"

This made me laugh!

2009-04-08T20:09:00.000-05:00

The preacher was wired for sound with a lapel mike, and as he preached, he moved briskly about the platform, jerking the mike cord as he went. Then he moved to one side, getting wound up in the cord and nearly tripping before jerking it again. After several circles and jerks, a little girl in the third pew leaned toward her mother and whispered, "If he gets loose, will he hurt us?"

Dunno what to title this...

2009-04-06T18:32:00.003-05:00

So, I have been watchin the Apologize for America tour '09.

It is just so GREAT to see the President of the United States of America BOW to the King of Saudi Arabia. Then while in Turkey, he made sure our Ally, which is currently in a struggle with
extremist islam, understands that the US isn't at war with Muslims. Duh! GWB has told the world that for years. Why not take that chance to thank Turkey for remaining a moderate democracy or keeping a secular government or being a staunch Ally since the 50's or remind Turkey all we do to protect muslim women and children, or any number of other things much more relevant?

And hey, just to round out the week, cut the F-22 and any "new" defense spending. Idiots, when we have peace they undermine it by defense cuts, when we have war they undercut it by defense cuts. When the eventual attacks come blame that other guy, right?

Sorry for this rant, OUR country is the greatest in the world, and it just gauls me to see OUR President apologize to THEM. I think he missed a great chance to tell em all "Hey insurgents, don't pick up that AK then whine like a little girl when that 7.62X51 NATO cracks your buddy in the head. Pussy."

No Fear?

2009-04-01T14:47:00.003-05:00

It has come to my attention that a few people have missed my blog. Sorry, send me an email and I will add ya on facebook where I am more active, albiet in a twitter type way.

As I was layin on the couch today after killin my back luggin dirt I started readin Yahoo! news. Several stories caught my eye. The main one was Obama meetin the Queen of England. In this article, our President said it is not appropriate to base decisions on fear, that he would listen not lecture world leaders on economic plans, and plans to intensify relations with China.

How refreshing that he wants to dump the fear tactics that got him elected! (Jerk)
I am also glad he is gonna listen and put his pointin finger away. Ya know my Grandma always said when you point a finger three more are pointing back at you.

As far as China, I would be pleased with renewed relations, as long as it is a real one. How many of us would put up with a friend who was a bully, a sadist and a pimp? China really needs to grow up. Unfortunately it is a small world and China needs to git with the times. I just don't think our current administration is gonna help with that. If you dig enough in the press it seems like what Obama says domestically and internationally seem like two different people. I have more respect for the President of France who constantly jogs in public with a F.D.N.Y or N.Y.P.D. t-shirt.

There is just so much to dislike when you read the news. I think I will wander over to Glen Beck's website now, and join his 9-12 project...

Facebook

2009-02-19T16:12:00.001-06:00

Howdy y'all, seems like I have been sucked into the facebook universe, come find me there.

Good Bye Mr. President

2009-01-18T19:13:00.003-06:00

Mr. President,

It has been a tough eight years. I look back at all that has occurred. I am amazed I am still here. Personally, I dealt with a career change, a divorce, wanderin around America, meetin Cindy and gittin remarried. Along the way we crossed paths twice. I doubt ya recall the cowboy at Des Moines International Airport who waited a few hours to shake your hand twice. We shared a joke about how I voted for you twice already, and you replied "That's how I won the election!" It was a good moment for me.

I cried on 9/11 as I watched my brothers fall from the twin towers. I still git teary eyed and goose bumped when I think of the speech you gave from ground zero while using a bullhorn. I knew you would lead the charge to keep me and my daughter safe, and for seven years we have been.

Forget what all the misguided people say. Those who can only regurgitate what MSNBC or CNN have fed them. My cousin Randy has had his boots in the sandbox. He agrees completely with what you have done, even though it has sent him in harms way. I have been astonished at the lack of independent thought about you. Idiot, dumb ass, and moron have been applied to you. Why? Cause you don't enunciate? Forget your G's at the end of your words? Can't pronounce Nuclear? People I normally consider intelligent have been the dumbasses if you ask me.

I agree it has been a tough run. I have been disappointed in the direction of our country. I do not blame you. When did the rules get passed that lead to our current financial state? Seems like it was under that other guy's administration. But the details sure seem hard to hear in the media.

When Katrina nailed our coast one woulda thought you had some remote control device steerin her into our Gulf Coast. When FEMA dropped the ball, it was all blamed on you. Nevermind the State level response was not initiated, and buses where flooded in their lots instead of used to evacuate victims. Compare that to Mississippi, Texas, Alabama and Florida who did right by their folks. Didn't git much credit did ya? But plenty of blame for men who did not take care of their own families.

I reckon I'm ramblin here, just tryin not to loose my mind in the current O'madness sweepin our land. I do not subscribe to this disease.

I guess what I'm sayin Mr. President is God Bless you. You will be missed, and if you are ever in my town look me up. You are welcome in my house and at my table anytime, just call ahead cause my wife likes to make me clean up before company comes.

Guns and technical stuff

2009-01-03T13:29:00.003-06:00

I was recently asked for more info on The Infidel by Dan

As stated she is a FNH .45 This is a full size auto, five inch barrel, capacity 14 plus one. Large frame.

I prefer double stack magazines due to my grip and hand size. Single stack mags are just a lil too small for me.

I know I threw down the gauntlet when I compared her to the SIG and USP. These are both awesome modern non-1911 combat pistols. Rightly considered the best in the world.

When I was younger I had a Sig 226 Navy. This weapon had two serious flaws for me. No external safety, and it was 9mm. I had a new daughter in the house, and even though I am a cautious gun owner I wanted the extra layer of safety an external mechanism provides. Sigs=ya pull the trigger and they go boom. Also, I had experienced first hand how many hits it takes to put down a bad guy with a 9mm. No, I wasn't the shooter, but was the Tac Medic who was holding the outer perimeter. That plus research sold me on .45 forever. I know, if it is good enuff for the Army, British SAS, Navy Seals ect. it should be good enuff for me. But I don't have the trigger time they have. I am not 100% twice in the head, once in the heart.

Havin said that Sig Saur pistols are so so so SMOOTH. I never once double tapped and had more than 1/8" holes in the paper. When I would empty a clip fast as I could, the holes did me proud. Any Sig will do ya well.

I replaced the SIG with a USP .45. The USP came about as an offshoot of the HK Model 23.
It had/has all the features I could ever want. Large frame, external safety/decock, external hammer, and an optional internal key lock. Plus, if ya have ever held one you know you have something MIGHTY, fearless and proud in your hand. Might be a strange concept I know, but hold one if ya haven't already. This gun was great. I was sad the day I sold it, my momma needed money for Breast Cancer treatments and COBRA insurance is expensive.

With both of these pistols I carried concealed. I know they ain't compact at all, but I am a big boy so there is plenty of me to hide em. If I was wearin outfits where I couldn't hide em I didn't carry, just kept em in my vehicle. To me the biggest part of carry is the Holster. I have always liked the "FBI tilt" but this is a matter of preference. This angle always seems comfortable. On the hip, small of the back or seated. In a vehicle I try to find a place where I can stick the gun so it has a comfortable crossdraw. There are several holsters out there but I like BLACKHAWK, Galico, and for more budget minded times Uncle Mike's. Holsters, holsters, holsters. Can't say enuff about them. I could talk and talk and talk about them. No matter what gun you have the holster is the single most important part of concealed carry. It must be fast, comfortable and able to hold tight.

Right now my companion is the FNH .45

Like I have said, she is great for me. She is a big girl, five inch barrel ect. The biggest thing is how she shoots. When ya grab her you know you have something. I like serious feelin weapons. The checkering on the grips is first rate. It is an aggressive mix that seems to help when your hands are wet, muddy, oily or what not. I have had to experiment with all this when the wife is out of the house, she finds me and my scenarios kinda strange, and I can't blame her, but ya never know when you need to grab a gun.

The trigger is a bit heavy, not sure of what poundage she breaks at but it is a little heavy like most non-custom guns. I think a trip to the gunsmith is in our future. Would like to drop her double action down a bit and the single action to under three pounds. Accuracy is more then adequate. My wife has shot her and seems to like her alot. Not bad on recoil for a .45 , and the shot goes where you point. I am very impressed with the ergonomics of this design. They also included a rounded backstrap if the square design doesn't feel right. It is nice that gun designers have finally realised our hands ain't all alike. For really particular folk you should look into the Springfield XD pistols or the new SIG P250. Seems like they have a frame to fit anything, I bet you could find one to help fit lug nuts on a 57 Chevy.

As my experience grows with the Infidel I will be back. Dan, good luck with the concealed carry. I think you made one of the best choices out there. That USP .45 should do you well, just wrap her in something slick. If y'all have more questions or suggestions I will gladly look into them. I would love to hear what y'all feed your guns. I really like Horandy TAP when I switch away from 230g ball ammo.

Well, imagine that...

2009-01-01T17:25:00.002-06:00

It seems once again I fell off the blog wagon.

A lil house keepin here:

My new pistol has been given a title for a name She is know as The Infidel. Reckon due to our current times it just fits.

Hope y'all had a very Merry Christmas, and a wonderful New Year's.

Got a neat lil toy from CD's parents for Christmas. It is a Garmin Nuvi GPS. Kinda cool, her name is Samantha and now I have somebody else to argue with in the truck. Better watch out if I have your address, Samantha KNOWS where you live!

Work has been ssslllooowww. Please keep me in your prayers that I stay busy this year. I git nervous and feel less of a man when my paycheck shrinks. I know it is a hazard when ya have a job that is weather dependent, but I take it hard nonetheless.

Thank God for brave, knowledgeable, fast friends. We just got back from CD ridin JJ. He rolled in his pen, was flat on his back, and managed to git his legs hung up in the fence. CD hollered and the Calvary came runnin. Glen scaled two fences, Katy slipped thru some gaps and when I went thru the gate CD had his head down so he couldn't move. We got him extricated and rolled away from the fence. Katy threw in her words of wisdom to JJ as we were rollin him "JJ, if you kick me, I will knock out all your teeth!"

My wife inspires me

2008-12-05T21:34:00.003-06:00

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

2008-11-30T10:26:00.000-06:00

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!

2008-11-25T18:23:00.003-06:00

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?

2008-11-21T20:43:00.003-06:00

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

2008-11-12T19:49:00.002-06:00

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.

2008-11-09T21:19:00.003-06:00

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...

2008-11-07T17:07:00.003-06:00

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

2008-11-06T16:04:00.002-06:00

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...

2008-11-05T21:52:00.002-06:00

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

2008-11-01T21:08:00.003-05:00

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

2008-04-06T14:38:00.003-05:00

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

2008-03-31T17:37:00.006-05:00

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

2008-02-03T19:17:00.000-06:00

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

2008-01-15T21:15:00.000-06:00

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...

2008-01-08T20:19:00.000-06:00

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

2008-01-07T19:36:00.000-06:00

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

2008-01-03T16:19:00.000-06:00

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!

When Cops Attack!

2007-10-16T18:04:00.000-05:00

There is a hidden war in public safety that the public rarely gits to see. I'm not really sure how it started, but I'm pretty sure it was started by a jealous cop.

In my town this war has taken many faces, here is just one series in many.

We had a rookie cop who was Hispanic and always bragged about his heritage. We quickly figured out he didn't speak a lick of Spanish. I awarded him the nickname "Sapo" which he was really proud of until he went home and bragged to his Grandmother about it. He couldn't believe he was laughed at by his Granny, until he learned we were callin him "Toad."

The P.D. retaliated by sneakin into the engine bay and firing off 12 gauge blanks at 3am.

We escalated the events by catchin a few tarantulas and dumpin them down the windshield of a patrol car one cool morning. The spiders crawled down to the motor for warmth until the vehicle was drove for a bit. When they got too warm they came back out the way they went in, resulting in a very traumatized Sargent on the side of the road.

We thought we had pulled off the sneak attack of the year: no witnesses, no forensics, score one for the good guys!!

Too bad we forgot the police lot is covered by a very nice, top o the line, radio shack special B&W camera. Kinda hard to hide our BRT (Big Red Truck) even on their crappy surveillance equipment.

Course they had to git us back. One, now former, officer snuck into the ambulance and applied a liberal dose of powderized tear gas into our air conditioning vents. When the vehicle was started we were out of service, unfortunately on our way to a call. It took two days for us to git our ambulance back.

It was decided at this point city vehicles were off limits, since the police can't control themselves!

Just to see you smile

2007-10-01T20:19:00.000-05:00

We are back from the lil git away we had for the weekend. Was a wonderful trip that really helped recharge my batteries. I really yearn for every second I can be away from the city.

The weekend highlights for me were: (No particular order)

Learnin we had at least one new neighbor. The closest house to the cabin has had a few black bear sightings. Called my buddy Tater to git some info about bears and heard the words of wisdom "They ain't nuthin but damn overgrown raccoons"

CDB got lost durin our nighttime, pre-moonrise 4wheeler excursion. Pretty excitin to git turned around in pastures you have walked since childhood.
I don't point this out to poke fun, it really is neat to git lost in an area so familiar, makes you realise how wild and unpredictable your own land can be.

Did y'all have that awesomely over bright moon out there as well? Once it popped over the mountains you woulda thought it was 6am!

Got to sleep late!!! Was woken up by her laughin bout the perch she caught in the pond on the second morning.

Got to see Rooster again, missed that horse, and dang he is a super stud, looks great from runnin those cows all over the ranch!

Had a very pretty doe jump outta the tree line and streak right past us. She was absolutely perfect in color and conformation. Don't see doe like that every day.

Noticeably less pig tracks! Think the neighbor has been pressuring them pretty good.

Had my now traditional race across the pasture with Daisy, poor Violet still hasn't caught on and was left eatin our dust again! Was even more excitin then usual due to the overgrown field. When I hit third gear I thought my wife was gonna squeeze me in half.

Cindy's Grandma reminded me I'm family now!

Last but not least:

Got to see my wife's real smile, not the one she wears round here.

My friend

2007-09-17T15:44:00.000-05:00

I once had a great friend, his name was Brian.

For some reason I have been thinking about him alot lately, not really sure why. Last time I spoke to him was February 15, 1999.

We were called mutual aid to a fire in a lil suburb of Ft. Worth, apon arrival there were reports of three firemen trapped inside. The roof collapsed and they were stuck. I got on the radio and had the last conversation Brian and I would ever have in this world. They were in a corner, stuck but still had a workin hose line and holdin their own. I promised him I'd git him out. He knew I would.

After we started breaching a wall he called out his hose quit, he thought it was burned thru, "Please hurry if ya can."

After that we got feedback over the radios until his melted and heard P.A.S.S. alarms sounding until they failed too. (Alarms we wear to let other firemen know we are down, most of y'all have heard them on 9/11 footage, that annoyin lil chirp soundin over and over on the videos)

His first fire bout 20 years before, when he was 16, was at a church, his last was at this church.

Brian and two other firefighters died that day. It was late afternoon when we pulled them out and brought them home.

Raise a glass lads...

2007-09-09T12:39:00.000-05:00

When I was a relatively new fireman I met an interestin character named "Corn Water"

Corn Water's real name is Jerry. He is an expert in vertical rescue. He is the man who trained me in the joys of roping off buildings, bridges, cranes, water towers, out of helicopters, and into deep holes in the dirt, or any numerous other area where people find themselves hurt or stuck.

Jerry got named Corn Water at the fire station due to his particularly weird fetish. Every time we cooked canned corn he would suddenly appear like a squirrel on crack cocaine. He would be lickin his lips, holdin his cup and sayin things like "That corn water looks good" or "Ya ain't gonna pour out that corn water are ya?" or my personal favorite "If you ain't gonna drink that corn water I sure wouldn't mind havin it"

It got rather amusing when somebody would pretend to dump the water out. Corn Water would be so forlorn, until he would see you apper in the doorway holdin his corn cup and he would just grin and swig his elixer.

2007-09-05T18:33:00.000-05:00

Sorry y'all, I sure do suck at this bloggin. Seems like life is movin so fast with deer season around the cornor, then holidays and b-days commin up. Will just have to make myself sit and write when stories pop in my head.

Skunked

2007-08-26T14:53:00.000-05:00

Well, I'm back in the land of the grocery store shoppers after a weekend of livin in the wild.

Had a real good time, and nope no drinkin and shootin. Unless ya count the mornin after when we hunted the very elusive Bud light cans emptied Friday night. Makes me feel good to recycle beer cans into targets.

I thing some of the greatest times I've ever had have been at the lease. A place where men can gather, relax and just be ourselves. Plenty of practical jokes occurred, stories swapped, and insights into life shared. It's nice for this good ol' boy to be surrounded by his own kind.

On a hunting note, the animals won this weekend. Z.H. just can't shoot, I was lookin the wrong direction, and Tater was laughin too hard to fire a gun. I was alerted to the commotion by six rapid shots at what appeared to be dirt and weeds. They swear there was a Grey fox there, but the jury is still out.

Least I brought home souvenirs from my trip, several cactus spines in various parts of my body. Gotta be careful where ya sit.

Call of the wild

2007-08-23T17:36:00.000-05:00

I am so lookin forward to this weekend!

On friday a few buddies and I are headin to the deer lease for a weekend of drinkin, shootin, chainsawin, BSin, and hopefully killin.

The plan is to leave after we git off work, head west and set up camp. A night of coyote/fox/bobcat callin. Sleep thru the heat of the day and hopefully scare up some feral hogs.

Wife, clean out the freezer, I'm bringin home the bacon!

(But please don't throw out the fox head, I swear I'll git it cleaned on of these days)

I am sofa king we todd did.

2007-08-20T22:14:00.000-05:00

Sorry y'all that it's been a few days, had to help my wife git over part of her yuckyness and work is kickin my butt.

On Sunday we went to a "Harry Potter party." My girl was super excited, kept askin my how they were gonna turn the pool into Hogwart's lake. She had several excellent suggestions, but unfortunately all of them would have been death to a pool pump.

CB had been tellin me how obsessed this group was with The Boy Who Lived, so I thought it would be great fun to dress as a wizard tryin to look like a muggle. Tacky t-shirt, dress pants, polka dot tie tied wrong, polka dot scarf as a belt, camouflage Boonie hat and flip-flops. CB wore her graduation robes with the crazy master's degree flappy bat wing lookin thingy on the sleeves. My girl dressed as a student in uniform, and I whittled her a wand usin a branch from our Crape Myrtle.

Imagine my dismay when we got there and nobody was dressed up. I felt like a doofus. They all just looked at me like I was insane. The party itself was great, they really went all out with the games and tests, and had just about every kinda wizard food ya could imagine, was pretty impressive.
The best thing about this event was that they had muggle beer which is way better then butterbeer any ol day,help ya git over the fact you are dressed worse then a teenager.

2007-08-14T18:34:00.000-05:00

I once met Chuck Norris.

They came to film an episode of Walker, Texas Ranger. Durin the pre-filmin they taped a red line to the fire station wall at 6' high. If you were over 6' tall you couldn't stand with-in 10 feet of Chuck Norris while filming.
Bein 6'4" I was kept away. Course the producers wanted me to give my red helmet (Captains wear red to stand out) to one of my volunteers. I kindly told them where they could go if they expected me to give up my brain-bucket.

That havin been said I must say Chuck Norris is a force of nature. Please go to this website, and if y'all have any doubts afterwards let me know. www.chucknorrisfacts.com

Cry me a river.

2007-08-13T18:45:00.000-05:00

Sometimes in life we make compromises.

Last night was one of those instances. My sweety and I struck a deal, if I ran over to Gander Mountain to buy a new rifle, I would sit down and watch a chick-flick with her when I came home.

So, the gun was bought, dinner ate and it was movie time. Typical chick-flick material, story about three daughters with an insane mom.

When I was younger I'd have made snide comments like "Chick-flick huh? Better pass the kotex and Kleenex." or somethin along those lines.

Well, last night was different, I found myself enjoyin this movie, and recalled I liked the last few chick movies I saw. Made me so worried I went into the bathroom and checked myself from head to toe for one of my wife's hormone patches that must have gotten stuck to me.

So, what I'd really like to know is am I alone here? How many guys also enjoy these movies?

Always put the seat down.

2007-08-08T13:06:00.000-05:00

We responded to a triple structure fire one august. This was in a rather fancy neighborhood where they had wooden shingled roofs, so the fire kept jumpin from roof to roof catchin everything it touched ablaze. Needless to say a single fire is a feat in incident command, and that day our problems were tripled. We try very hard to keep abreast of the situation and highly discourage men from freelancing or wanderin off with out a plan. We came to realize we couldn't find one of the other captains, so a search was mounted.

I grabbed a flashlight, radio and two rookies and was gonna show them a rapid V.E.S. (Ventilate, Enter, Search) We headed down the block to the most involved house and ran around back. I smashed the window, got a boost up and slid inside. I stepped down and realized my boot was stuck. Bout this time one of my two newbies got a runnin start and came crashin thru the pane onto me. I started hollerin for #2 not to come in since we were a jumbled pile of gear and body parts. Luckily he stopped short. We untangled, but I realized my boot was still stuck. The fire conditions were rapidly deteriorating, we just got a radio call my fellow captain had been found down the street unhurt, and my rookie was on the verge of panic. I was squintin, try to tell what had ahold of me.

The heat was tremendous, and I had to drop to the floor on my back since my foot was caught about two feet off the floor. My trainee kept feelin round, tryin to figure out what I was stuck in. He kept sayin somethin bout how smooth it was, what could it be? etc. Bout this time I was really startin to git nervous myself. Finally, he bumped somethin, and it made an unmistakable noise. Y'all have all heard it before, the sound of a toilet tank lid scraping on the tank. That's right Capt. KB was stuck in the toilet. We used an axe to smash the pot and jumped outta the window. I hit the ground and looked at my rookies and just said "Damnit" They were afraid I was mad at them, so they started apologizing.

I finally let em know I wasn't mad, just surprised my Mom was right.

You should always put the seat down when you were done usin the toilet - Never know who is gonna fall in!

Practice run

2007-08-05T18:29:00.000-05:00

I've been tagged by Coffeypot since I'm obviously in need of practice here in blog land.

Guess what ya do is go to Wikipedia and type in the month and day of your birth. Then you write down three events, two births, one holiday, then you tag five others to do it as well. Well here we go:
Events:
1859 first conformation dog show held at Newcastle-upon-Tyne, England. (Leadin to a dog havin to look like something instead of just bein a good dog.)
1914 Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand and his wife Sophie assinated in Sarajevo, leading to the start of WW1.
1919 Treaty of Versailles signed in Paris, France, formally ending WW1.

Births:

1243 Emperor Go-Fukakusa of Japan born. (Somethin bout this guy's name just pisses off the Red-neck in me)

1891 Carl Panzram, American Serial Killer (Dadgum, and ya always hear how much safer and kinder the olden days were)

and of course in 1973 KB

Holiday:

Religious holiday commerating St. Vitus (Who also has a dance named after him, resembling the neurological disease Chorea, and a song by Black Sabbath)

My chosen victims are :

Cindy Dianne, cause she is here lookin at me
Biddie, Her indoors, Tod, and Angel, cause I don't have or know too many readers here.
Thanks Coffeypot, this has been fun.

Measure of a Man

2007-08-01T18:13:00.000-05:00

I can distinctly remember the first time somebody I really looked up to called me a man. I was 19 and a Captain on a big city fire department, we were workin with, looked me in the eye and called me a man after a particularly hard fight. Sure it sounds like a small word, but it ain't.

I had been called a man for quite awhile, like when the ol' boys at the feed store I'd go to as a kid would ask me how "Little man" was as I walked in with my grandpa. There were countless other times as I grew up, but this time I had earned the title.

It felt really good, made me walk a lil taller, and mosey a lil prouder, mostly made me think of my Grandpa. Because of him I knew how to be a man. (My Grandpa & I will definitely be a whole blog or three.)

I couldn't wait to git back to the station and call him, like I often did when the day was long. We were deep into our conversation, when, in that quiet voice my Grandpa said "Well, today you are a man, welcome to it." At the time I didn't really know what he meant, just was thrilled to hear those words again.

As the years passed I learned. Bein a man has absolutely nothing to do with age. It is an awesome responsibility that you earn. I, for one, can think of nothin better to be.

Fireflies and floods

2007-07-30T18:24:00.000-05:00

So, how many of y'all have done things so stupid that years later you cringe when ya recall the event? Lookin back, I have way too many of these events.

Take for example the time I flooded the elementary school in town by puttin down the out-rigger of our Quint on the 5" supply line. By the time I got the hydrant shut down, about 2500 gallons of water flowed into the cafeteria, down the hall, thru the music room and into the office. The really bad part was that this was durin fire prevention week, when we go to the schools and talk to the kids about safety. We were also showin off our brand-new, $285,000 Quint to the city council at the time.

Or how bout the time I lit a controlled burn and it got way too hot, and spread too fast resulting in blistered paint on the engine, flat tires on the brush truck, a call for help from two other cities and a very pissed off Chief.

Once, I even got bucked out of my boots by a lil pony. That's all I'll say about that day.

Or even more recently, the night my now wife and I had our first real date. I was starin out across the lake, and said "Hey, look at that firefly!" Only to realize I was seein an airplane.

I could go on for quite a bit here, but I don't want y'all to know that more often than not, I'm such a moron.

Howdy

2007-07-29T17:31:00.000-05:00

Just want to welcome ya'll to my site. Been kinda compelled to start this site after bein drug into my wife's blog for a year or so now. Mostly just gonna write about stories that make me, me. Hope some good comes out of all this. KB