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That's different. Very unique. I bet the teachers did hate that lol.
After almost 12 hours of sleep I feel rejuvenated and ready to go. I only left the house today to get a few groceries and I've just been sitting around. With all the rain, I didn't get to do the yard work that needs done. I'll do it Friday after the wife's baby doctor appointment. I've only missed two appointments this whole pregnancy and I try to be at every single one of them. Just another boring day thus far. Tsk tsk. Maybe I'll get out and go for a walk later, still haven't decided yet. Part of me feels like getting out of the house but the other part wants to stay here and be lazy, I get enough walking/standing at my job. Maybe I'll watch some more Breaking Bad later. So undecided.
The thread "Does anyone else prefer the cold/winter?" mad me think about a few things, in the winter I seldom wear a coat. I did as a child because of my grandmother, but when I was outside splitting wood with my grandfather's axe I would take off my coat and just wear the long sleeved shirt with a T shirt under it, after several hours of splitting wood I would only be wearing the T shirt and blue jeans and have sweat rolling off of me, with a snow on the ground! As a teenager when attending football games and other social functions I would keep a coat in my vehicle only in case someone else needed it and everybody thought I was either trying to be macho or just didn't feel the cold. Even in the mountains hunting, I just don't need a coat for some reason until the wind chill gets down below 0 degrees Fahrenheit. Every winter my old lady gripes at me about wearing a stupid coat and it's always the same thing "You'll catch a cold! You're going to be sick!" etc. I think after twenty plus years of not feeling the cold as much as most people it's like I've built up some kind of immunity to the cold, I still get cold when the temp. is like 12-15 degrees F and lower but when others are bundled up so much they can hardly move, I'm just wearing a long sleeved shirt. A few winters ago, I took my youngest brother on a big game hunt up in the mountains, the boy was bundled up so much he could hardly move, I said "boy, you need to ditch that snow parka so you can move" he says "Mom made me wear all this stuff, she said it was gonna be down around 30 something degrees today." He could stand some toughening up in my opinion. He is 12 years old and barely leaves his room or his video games, when I was 12 I was cutting up trees with a chainsaw and hunting by myself. I realize that we are totally different but I don't want him to grow up too sheltered either. We have different dads and it really shows. And the fact that my grandparents raised me, I would have the firewood cut with a big fire burning in the heater and all the outside chores done by the time my grandfather would get home from work. I figured since they were raising me and paying to feed me the least I could do is everything that needed done. My brother? He wouldn't know which end of the axe to cut the wood with, his dad never teaches him anything. Wow I guess this really turned into a rant. Oops.
For a while now I've been in the market for a new and different job. I had an application in with the U.S. Forest Service for a job making a lot more money and it turns out that after 4 years the job will be terminated. So I put my resume online and I am going to start applying for the job I really want, armored truck driver/guard. Think Loomis Fargo or Brinks. The people that work there make killer money and as a side benefit, they don't work in a factory 
On a lighter note, I have lost 36 pounds in the last 6 months. I don't know how because I'm not on a diet and I still eat the same things. I'm puzzled by this. I'm glad I lost the weight but I can't figure out how I did it. It might have something to do with the fact that around December I started eating just once a day, because it's all I have time to do. That's the only thing I can figure. I plan to keep this up as long as I can stand to. Some days I just don't eat at all because I get so busy I just don't think to do it. Time to hit the shower.
On a lighter note, I have lost 36 pounds in the last 6 months. I don't know how because I'm not on a diet and I still eat the same things. I'm puzzled by this. I'm glad I lost the weight but I can't figure out how I did it. It might have something to do with the fact that around December I started eating just once a day, because it's all I have time to do. That's the only thing I can figure. I plan to keep this up as long as I can stand to. Some days I just don't eat at all because I get so busy I just don't think to do it. Time to hit the shower.
Hoppy
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You have discovered intermittent fasting, apparently it is good for weight loss, but I've never tried it.
And just for interest, one of the biggest heists in South Africa was just outside our town where 30 guys with assault rifles attacked a cash-in-transit van a few years ago.
And just for interest, one of the biggest heists in South Africa was just outside our town where 30 guys with assault rifles attacked a cash-in-transit van a few years ago.
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Wow! Really? That like never happens here...anywhere. It has but it's been something like 20+ years ago I believe. Cool. Wonder if they got away? I have an assault rifle, got to keep the thing locked in the safe so it don't get loose and do evil things hahaha kidding.
So about three weeks ago a neighbor asked me to help him move a cabinet into his kitchen, I go up there and help him move it, not a big deal. He is an old man and he doesn't ever have any visitors so he wanted to talk a bit and while standing in his living room I see a portrait of him from like 40 years ago, he was in his police uniform (he is a retired cop). I saw a beautiful, gleaming, revolver on his gunbelt and given my hobby of tinkering with firearms I just had to ask about it. He brought it out of a back room and I offered to take it home and give it a good cleaning, which I did. Upon returning it to him that evening, he showed me an antique shotgun that he said he has gotten too weak to work properly because of his age and health issues. I offered to take that one home and tweak it and he graciously accepted my offer. I just got it finished earlier this evening, I have to say it is a sweetheart now. I took it all apart and gave it a good cleaning and while I had it apart I polished the working surfaces inside the action so that now he can work it with no issues, then I tested it for proper functioning and cleaned it again. He expressed a desire for it to look like new again and not being one to disappoint, I re-blued the whole thing, every metal part. Then I refinished the wood stock, which by the way is a beautiful thing made of curly walnut wood. I took it back to him this evening and upon seeing the finished product he almost wept. He kept looking at it and working the pump action and admiring it while telling me that it was his father's and he was so happy it looks like new again. This really made me feel good to be able to put my hobby to work to restore a family heirloom for somebody. If you couldv'e seen how happy he was you'd think I just gave him a million dollars or something. It made my day to do that for the old man, like it really meant something to him. He tried to pay me for all the work but I wouldn't take it. It was my pleasure. I have a pretty content feeling about myself now. Just wanted to share that with y'all.
I was changing clothes earlier after working in the yard for a while and I looked at my phone because it was lit up showing a missed call from my grandparents, so I call their house and my grandfather answers. He said he had called because earlier in the day my uncle had been mowing his lawn and he had seen a big copperhead snake, which he killed (extremely poisonous and they're everywhere here) and his dog was with him and the dog helped him kill the snake but didn't get bit but that a few minutes later the dog collapsed, dead. He said my uncle thought it had a heart attack or something. I called my uncle to see if he wanted me to drive over and bury the dog for him. My aunt picked up the phone, crying, and told me that my uncle couldn't come to the phone because he was in the shower but that he had already buried his dog. I told her I felt bad for them because I had recently lost my dog and if they needed anything to call me. I really have genuine sympathy for anyone who loses a pet, especially after I had to put my dog down a few weeks ago.
I stepped on the scales last night to see that I've lost another 4 pounds, 40 total I've lost and I'm enjoying it because of all the more energy I have now. I cleaned out my garage and storage shed today, needed to do that. I ran across a pair of jeans I wore when I was 17 and tried them on, yeah they fit like a dream now. I think I'll start wearing them again. Before I was married I had a box in my bedroom that I'd keep notes from girlfriends in, I always meant to throw it away every time I would see it but I always forgot to. Apparently when we moved it somehow got put in the wife's closet! I get out of the shower earlier and she has old love notes from old girlfriends of mine scattered around her on our bed reading them, and giggling! I walk in and I'm getting dressed and she's reading one and quotes it aloud "Christine & (jc972) together for ever?...really?" And she starts laughing while going to another. She reads several aloud, even things she shouldn't know...ever...that have no bearing to our relationship what so ever. She looks up and says "but Sarah loved you with all her heart... hahahaha... I bet she did." "Ooh and Michelle? She left you a...steamy...letter. In fact, all of these letters make me wonder something? You really got around before we were together." I pull a shirt on and by now I'm good and mad and I say "What happened in the past don't matter. I go to sleep next to you every night. Why were you even reading all that!?" She tosses them back into the box and says "I feel good that you chose me to marry, even over the one who's name is on your arm." She tosses the box at me and says to get rid of it but that she enjoyed reading them. I told her that because of the ones before her, it's the exact reason that I'm grateful to have her. She smiled and looked at me and said, "You chose me over all of them, I'm not jealous and I never will be, I have you all to myself." Every now and then when I don't have a shirt on she'll rub a finger across my tattoo of another girl's name on my upper arm and smile and giggle a little without saying anything. It makes sense now, she got me to commit to marriage and they couldn't even though I was engaged before we met, like she won a competition or something. Almost as if she is amused at the fact that I didn't practice celibacy at all and she was a virgin until we were dating. Weird. Why would someone be turned on by their spouse's sexual/dating past? Like she is better than all the other ones I was with because she is now my wife. Well she is, or we wouldn't be together. I can't quite put my finger on what the deal is with her about this. Like because I married her she won or something? I give up trying to figure it out, I'll chalk it up simply to her being weird. That's pretty much all I have to complain about today.
I think I'll start wearing them again. Before I was married I had a box in my bedroom that I'd keep notes from girlfriends in, I always meant to throw it away every time I would see it but I always forgot to. Apparently when we moved it somehow got put in the wife's closet! I get out of the shower earlier and she has old love notes from old girlfriends of mine scattered around her on our bed reading them, and giggling! I walk in and I'm getting dressed and she's reading one and quotes it aloud "Christine & (jc972) together for ever?...really?" And she starts laughing while going to another. She reads several aloud, even things she shouldn't know...ever...that have no bearing to our relationship what so ever. She looks up and says "but Sarah loved you with all her heart... hahahaha... I bet she did." "Ooh and Michelle? She left you a...steamy...letter. In fact, all of these letters make me wonder something? You really got around before we were together." I pull a shirt on and by now I'm good and mad and I say "What happened in the past don't matter. I go to sleep next to you every night. Why were you even reading all that!?" She tosses them back into the box and says "I feel good that you chose me to marry, even over the one who's name is on your arm." She tosses the box at me and says to get rid of it but that she enjoyed reading them. I told her that because of the ones before her, it's the exact reason that I'm grateful to have her. She smiled and looked at me and said, "You chose me over all of them, I'm not jealous and I never will be, I have you all to myself." Every now and then when I don't have a shirt on she'll rub a finger across my tattoo of another girl's name on my upper arm and smile and giggle a little without saying anything. It makes sense now, she got me to commit to marriage and they couldn't even though I was engaged before we met, like she won a competition or something. Almost as if she is amused at the fact that I didn't practice celibacy at all and she was a virgin until we were dating. Weird. Why would someone be turned on by their spouse's sexual/dating past? Like she is better than all the other ones I was with because she is now my wife. Well she is, or we wouldn't be together. I can't quite put my finger on what the deal is with her about this. Like because I married her she won or something? I give up trying to figure it out, I'll chalk it up simply to her being weird. That's pretty much all I have to complain about today.Some years ago I planned my own funeral, even wrote out my own obituary. I have my clothes picked out. I tried to tell my wife what my wishes are and she just broke down crying, so I wrote everything down and put it in all in an envelope and told her where I put it and to follow it to the letter. I wrote down where my clothes are, which graveyard, what music at the funeral, and lastly I wrote that I want to be wearing my boots. The special ones I only wear to weddings and funerals and such. I figure I got married in them, I want to be buried in them too. I went on to write out a will, which child gets what and what to do with my multiple life insurance policies et cetera. I told my grandfather about all of this and left him copies of everything, sealed-not to be opened except in the event of, just in case the old lady isn't in the mental state to make arrangements. I wonder if this is considered 'normal' behavior? I don't know anybody else who's done the above, especially to this extent, who is still on the good side of 30. Don't get me wrong, I don't plan on checking out any time soon, but one never knows when it's their day. She says I'm a morbid, cold, man for planning it all. I'm open to your opinions on the subject.
Hoppy
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Planning your own funeral is a good thing, it reduces stress on the people who has to organise it, and that is mostly the people who loved you.
Writing a will is an essential thing. You can name your own executor, and it can be someone you trust, and not someone appointed by the courts. It gives you an opportunity to protect your children after your death, and is accepted by courts everywhere. I've known 2 young couples who died together, (one accident, one murder/suicide), leaving children behind without adequate wills. The stress on the family is enormous.
(I've just realized I do not have a valid will myself, and I do not even know where it is. But then, I do not have any dependants.)
Writing a will is an essential thing. You can name your own executor, and it can be someone you trust, and not someone appointed by the courts. It gives you an opportunity to protect your children after your death, and is accepted by courts everywhere. I've known 2 young couples who died together, (one accident, one murder/suicide), leaving children behind without adequate wills. The stress on the family is enormous.
(I've just realized I do not have a valid will myself, and I do not even know where it is. But then, I do not have any dependants.)
Today, boys and girls, I'd like to talk to you about preparedness. How many of us live somewhere that's prone to flooding, tornadoes, fire, earthquakes, or civil unrest? I'd say most of us. What would you do in the event of (fill in the blank)? Do you have the basic items to survive until help arrives? Or help a friend/loved one/total stranger survive until help arrives? I thought of this very thing some years ago and it's why I keep certain items in my vehicle that go where ever I roam. I carry a level 2 trauma first aid type kit and as a former public servant, I know how to use most of it's contents. It contains such items as bandages, C.P.R. mouthpiece, tourniquets, iodine vials, snake bite kit, etc. for the off chance I need to help an injured person until an ambulance comes. I carry a fire extinguisher, water/Gatorade and energy bars in the vehicle in addition to a spare change of clothes, socks, and boots, not to mention a flashlight, hand tools, lighter/matches, jacket, disposable space blanket, so on and so forth. I do this in case of a natural disaster or other emergency where professional help might be hours away. I am not a survivalist nor a "prepper" but I am nothing if not semi-prepared for most emergencies. I have the same items inside my home and in my wife's car... just in case. I do not expect everyone to do this but I wanted to give some food for thought, so to speak, because I want everyone on the forum here to be able to take care of themselves at least, in the event of an emergency. I hope you all have a nice day! :thumbup:
Took the wifey to the baby doctor today, everything looks good. I'm happy. We went grocery shopping on the way home. We get home, I pull the car into the garage, I unlock the door leading into the dining room and she goes inside with our son while I get the bags of groceries out of the car. I look down the driveway towards the road and there's a woman walking a big dog. No problem. Until she leads the dog over into my front yard and it starts to take a dump right next to my driveway! I walk briskly out of the garage and I yelled "Hey! Stop that! Get your mutt off of my lawn!" She looked at me, very surprised, and the dog immediately stood up and walked to her. I walked down to where they were and said as politely as I thought prudent, "Ma'am, If I want dog crap on my lawn I'll go get a God Da**ed dog! What's wrong with you!? Now take that mutt of yours and get off my property!" She said "I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again." I replied, "Good, have a nice day. Now...off you go." I normally would've been nicer but ever since I've lived here I've seen her lead the dog over into people's front lawns to use the bathroom, and she acts like it's the dog's god-given right to take a dump on someone's driveway. If it had gotten loose and was alone, well, no one could stop it from going wherever it wanted but to have a leash on it and purposely walk it into a neighbor's yard for it to take a dump? How rude! Just in-your-face rude! The nerve of some people! And she was going to just stand there, on my grass, and allow this? I don't think it will be an issue in the future. Granted, not too long ago I had my dog and he used the bathroom on my lawn but he was my pet. And he was in a pen a lot of the time when I didn't have him out playing with him, but it's different when it's your pet on your own yard. Anyway, I'm off until Tuesday night so I'm pretty happy :bigsmile:
If any of you are going to be in areas where hunters may be this season, please wear blaze orange so you will not be confused for a game animal. While it probably ain't in style (I don't keep up with fashion) it could possibly save from a fatality or injuries. I know it sounds dumb but a lot of hunters see a bush moving as something walks by it and they shoot - it's wrong, dangerous, and irresponsible, but it happens. In the 1980's my wife's uncle was killed in a hunting accident when another hunter mistook him for a deer moving through some brush. I had my own accident in November, 2008 in the Starr mountains closer to Bullet Creek. I had taken a co-worker hunting and I was walking about 65 yards ahead of him and to his right when he tripped and fell, as he was falling he gripped the gun and accidentally pulled the trigger on the shotgun he was carrying (which was mine that I had let him use that day), sending a charge of birdshot pellets into my side/chest. Luckily we were squirrel hunting and so the shells we were using were lower powered field rounds with small pellets. Had we been after deer or bear and had been using buckshot or rifled slugs the outcome might have been a lot worse. Thankfully the distance combined with my heavy, long sleeved shirt, the pellets were only under my skin. I drove us both to the hospital and the on-call doc removed them and sewed me up nicely. It could have been avoided had he left the safety on until ready to shoot, not had his finger on the trigger until ready to shoot, and had the shotgun pointed in a safe direction. Three very simple steps to avoid an accident. Needless to say, I never took that boy hunting again. I was very lucky and I know it, but a lot of others have been a lot less fortunate. So if you're planning on hiking, walking, camping, or whatever in the woods this hunting season please make sure you're safe and wear orange like hunters, so nobody becomes a statistic. And if you go hunting, make sure that you, as well as people with you know the safety rules. It just might prevent a horrible accident.
I went to my grandparents house earlier to fix a leaky faucet only to find out grandpaw had already fixed it. Fine with me, I loathe fixing things. I came home and played with my kids for a few hours and it felt great not to have a care in the world. I need another dented up 4 wheel drive truck, I have one but it's in good condition and I don't want to go making my own roads through the woods anymore with it. So I need one that's already dented up. I want to take the kids on some off road trails in the mountains before winter. I found an old Toyota 4x4 truck for sale, I might go take it for a test drive tomorrow if I get bored. I told the old lady about needing (ok, wanting) another one and she just rolled her eyes and walked off. Later, she asked "What are you going to do with another one? Take the kids and go driving in the woods like they enjoy? Then what will you do with it?" I looked at her as seriously as I could and said "Well I might decide to get an old army jeep and mount a skull on the front of it, just because I can. And I'll likely drive it in the winter when I don't want to take a chance on wrecking a good vehicle." Then I get told to "Grow up. You're not 17 anymore!" I figure if nothing else I can teach the kids to drive in the thing, just as soon as they can reach the pedals. HA HA HA
I took my son and we went up to the mountains, where the old house was where I grew up. We took 20 gallons of gasoline and a cooler full of snacks and drinks and we fired up the old tractor and mowed the fields and some of the woods, just to keep the brush cleared out. He loves being on that tractor. We were on the tractor for several hours and he hardly said a word, he was in deep concentration because I had him on my lap letting him steer the thing and work the gear shift. We went to drive across the creek to get to the woods and he put it in the wrong gear and it almost killed the engine, I mashed the clutch in and gave it a little throttle and looked down and said "put her in first gear, son." He did. He enjoys it almost as much as I do. :bigsmile: He seems to enjoy doing things like that and it makes me happy. What he doesn't like is when we start to go up a steep hill or across the side of a hill and I climb off the tractor and set him off to the side in case the thing flips over, then I take it from there alone, with him well away from the danger. I don't want him to get hurt or worse if the thing gets away from me on a steep hill. He wants to be right there with me and he is so young he don't realize how unsafe tractors can be on rough ground. But when I get it to level ground I let him steer it. We won't have to bush hog but maybe once more until it's winter. It makes me happy to make memories with him like today, the sun on our backs, the sound of that old flat head engine pulling us through the fields,... it takes me back several years, back to when I was a teenager, doing that same work without a care in the world. I hope one day he will look back on days like today and remember how much fun he has with dear ol' dad. Life is good sometimes :thumbup: