Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Jeff Dunham at WWE Tribute to the Troops 2013
Had a good laugh the other night and thought I would share. Enjoy.
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Happy New Year everyone
Just wanted to pass along a Happy New Year to everyone and hope that this new year is better than the last.
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Saturday, December 28, 2013
Figured I would....
Light a brush fire before rain moves in. Never want to miss an opportunity to get one of my to-do list items done.
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Merry Christmas everyone
From all of us, Myself, JUGM, NW, and ND, well all want to wish everyone a Merry Christmas.
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Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Thrashing Tuesday
From the worlds most prolific heavy metal band. As you can tell, I don't like Lawrence Welk.
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Sunday, December 15, 2013
Stun Gun Show, Cranking up the Presses and 5 years
Saturday, JUGM and I dropped the kids off with the Outlaws and headed to the gun show that was in town. Let's just say it was practically a stun gun show full of junk. It seemed as every isle you walked down there was 2 vendors setting off a stun gun. Hell, one vendor with a serious sales look on his face suggested JUGM purchase a stun gun for her safety. She turned to him and said "Son, I carry a gun" and laughed as we walked away. One old man in a wheel chair was trying to sell a Bushmaster AR for $1800. We saw him before we left and he was writing on his sign, make offer. He must have been hurting for money, but hell, I'm not hurting for an AR, have too many of them, but they are investments for the future, they don't fluctuate like precious metals or stocks.
As JUGM and I sat watching the DVR Saturday night, since there wasn't anything worth a shit on TV, she said to me, "Why don't you teach me how to reload"? I said, ok we will start tomorrow. So before I went to bed last night, I went out and calibrated my manual powder dispenser for 300 Blackout as I wanted to show her how to start out with the basics on a single stage press. It was around noon when we got started and I explained how to figure out how many grains you need use in each round, so grabbing load data sheets and showing her how to read the sheets, identifying all the components such as bullet type (125 grain Spitzer BT and IMR 4227 powder)) we came to a powder measurement of 17.1 grains. Using the LEE powder dispenser, we put 17.1 in and place the casing on the press, place a bullet on top and the marriage was complete, minus a factory crimp that came after we loaded up 30 rounds.
As JUGM and I sat watching the DVR Saturday night, since there wasn't anything worth a shit on TV, she said to me, "Why don't you teach me how to reload"? I said, ok we will start tomorrow. So before I went to bed last night, I went out and calibrated my manual powder dispenser for 300 Blackout as I wanted to show her how to start out with the basics on a single stage press. It was around noon when we got started and I explained how to figure out how many grains you need use in each round, so grabbing load data sheets and showing her how to read the sheets, identifying all the components such as bullet type (125 grain Spitzer BT and IMR 4227 powder)) we came to a powder measurement of 17.1 grains. Using the LEE powder dispenser, we put 17.1 in and place the casing on the press, place a bullet on top and the marriage was complete, minus a factory crimp that came after we loaded up 30 rounds.
Next we head over to the progressive press I have set up for 5.56x45mm or .223 Remington for you civilians.
I again explain how this press works, this press only has three stages. I do all my priming via a hand priming tool. I do not trust a press to seat primers. IMOP, you a playing with fire using a press, you just don't get the proper feel of the primer seating in the case and take a chance of destroying the primer of having it go off. Here I am before the football game.
I ended up with 293 rounds primed and ready to go so we set out to running the press. I usually stop for a few moments during a reloading session to QA my settings, usually between 10-20 rounds. Today we were using a 55 grain FMJ BT with Hodgden H4198 with a minimum of 19 grains to a max of 21grains. Well we loaded at 20 grains with an expected velocity of 3038 f.p.s. After an hour and a half, we were done and the product is.
The next step in JUGM's learning process will be the depriming, sizing, and deburring of the casings. See, you always start with the best part of reloading to keep their interest, then you teach them the dirty side of the work.
Today was the 5 year anniversary of my mother passing. It sure as hell doesn't seem that long ago and I still miss her every day. Here is a pic of her when she was 18 in Southampton England.
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Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Thrashing Tuesday
This is a typical group meeting between Myself, Duke, Stephen and Rebel. I, being the one that is the prankster and tech guru, just don't knock my cell phone out my hand.
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Monday, December 2, 2013
Thanksgiving over and back to life as usual
We are back from our trip to God's Country where we enjoyed Thanksgiving as a family. I say family since most children do not grow up with both parents around. Thank the liberal American society for that and they great job they are doing for this country. We drove up with the storm that headed up the east coast that Tuesday and spent most of the day Wednesday dealing with the rain and around 1600, it started clearing up but got cold that night. Thursday of course was TURKEY DAY and I fried a turkey that was rubbed and injected with Cajun seasoning for two days. It was excellent. Friday we went to our favorite restaurant and had breakfast then went to the cemetery to change flowers out for a Christmas theme on my dad's, grandparent's, Step-Sister, and Step Grandmother's graves. Saturday we did some shopping and then went to a local auction with our family friend where JUGM found a antique Cast Iron Kettle and got it for $19.
Sunday morning came around and we all dreaded the drive back from the holiday. We ended driving the back way until we got to the last exit in SC and jumped on I-95. I had my 10 meter turned on and northbound traffic was heavy, stop-and-go from the GA/SC state line all the way to Florence SC, which I think is around 150 miles. Southbound was not bad at all and going the back way only added 30 mins to our trip, which wasn't bad. We got home, unpacked and relaxed the rest of the day.
Today was just like any typical day, school and work for us all. Noticed that the Pentagon, Under the current administration wants to close all commissaries in the U.S. Really, you want to help and support the Afghan's by funding their military and fuel bill, but deny our active duty troops and veterans from shopping for groceries. Yeah, the commissary receives subsidies, but how many of you have tried to support a family with a military paycheck? Research military versus civilian pay for the exact same job before making a wise comment about military life.
Health care.gov is still screwed, did anyone think it would be fixed? Ha Ha
I have collected some humorous stuff, if you are a Democritter, some of this stuff will not be fun for you but I don't care. Enjoy...
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BTW, here is my new addition to my family.
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Holidays are here, time to relax a bit.
Taking a few days off from work been a bit busy as of late. Temp here in Carolina has dropped 4 degrees in past 20 mins, now down to 40. Last part of this storm is about to sweep through with a chance of snow, for a short time. I'm on snow/sleet watch, for the kids of course.
More later. If I don't get a chance to hop back on, hope everyone has a good Thanksgiving with your families.
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Sunday, November 17, 2013
Workday, shooting, and surgery
This past Saturday was our working Saturday. We had a few agenda items to accomplish from our last meeting. We wanted to extend the roof some to help keep the rain from splashing on the back door and also to re-install the kitchen sink after the flood. Prior to us starting, we met up at a local store to obtain materials, once our foggy drive was done, we did some cleanup work on the roof and deck. Shooter Steve did a maintenance check on the generator, Duke walked around looking for a ladder. Rebel was on the roof, Pirate and I were clearing out wet pine straw from the deck. After a small amount of BS'ing, we got to work.
We knocked out extending the roof with some metal roofing Duke had brought. Sorry for the picture quality.
After that was taken care of, we BS'd some more and came up with our plan for the kitchen counter frame. We had all this work done by lunch time.
We knocked out extending the roof with some metal roofing Duke had brought. Sorry for the picture quality.
After that was taken care of, we BS'd some more and came up with our plan for the kitchen counter frame. We had all this work done by lunch time.
As we ate lunch, of course, we BS'd some more before heading over to the range. Once at the range, I broke out my new friend and converted it over to .22. Well I will admit, it was loud for a .22. I had sighted it before I went out there and it was running hot on the targets from its first shot to the last. Rebel wanted to get his hands on it, so I said by all means, but your loading the mags. Duke and Shooter Steve broke out a few items, then we turn around and Pirate Jim had tripped over a bench seat and dislocated his pinkie finger. As he gets up, he resets it before anyone can get a look at it. This is why he is the Medic, this man knows his stuff and can tolerate pain. I know he was in pain so I texted him later yesterday to see how he was and he said he had dislocated it again after he got home. Damn the bad luck. Hope he gets it checked out.
As part of our shooting enjoyment, Duke brought out his new 3 popper target to shoot and test with what we could. He took some pics and think he is doing a blog post on it, so you all will have to wait. The entire time we were there, not one of us heard and hunters firing, so with Duke's target, myself and Shooter Steve fired a couple of 5.56 rounds to clear out gas tubes from .22 ammo. I was real surprised at the AR pistol, I had the buffer tube up to my right cheek and the recoil barely moved it. It was much louder than the .22 and Duke noticed minimal muzzle blast. I will say I am happy with obtaining this pistol.
Friday, I received the results from my MRI. Seems I have a torn ligament in my right wrist and they are referring me out to one of the orthopedic hospitals for corrective surgery. Don't know when, but I am not looking forward to it. While we were shooting, I brought my Glock 17 Gen 4, along with my carry 23 and fired 10 rounds through them at Duke's target. I have been worried about how my wrist will react but all my pain is when I have downward motion, and with firing the shock from the pistols had not effect on my shooting. The only problem I encountered was the metal in the brace that conforms to my palm messing up my grip. If anyone has had surgery on their wrist, I would like to here your story so I know what I looking forward too. Hope everyone had a great weekend.
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Friday, November 15, 2013
Say hello to my new friend...
Picked this little booger up yesterday from a builder here locally. I would have built one if I could find lower pistol parts and reasonably priced uppers, but it would have cost me more than what I paid. Cant wait to try it out tomorrow after our workday.
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Tuesday, November 12, 2013
U.S. NAVY TRIBUTE
Since I slacked off on Veteran's Day asI didn't have home phone, Internet, cable, satellite, or the modern conveniences of my regular home at my dad's place, I posted this video once before on my blog of a musical tribute to the U.S. Navy, here is the link.
As I searched the Internet for that previous video, I was shocked to find this one from "BIG JOHN" This video was from USS JOHN F. KENNEDY CV-67and this footage was from JFK's final deployment. I flew off on a COD in between weapons loads from MT BAKER off VACAPES. I loved being on JFK with staff, it was fun. This was also the last deployment of F-14's from VF-103, the Jolly Rogers out of Oceana. I miss my S-3 alarm clock just prior to a day of cyclic ops and visits up to Vulcher's row and SUPPLOT.
Can't have this much fun in a fire department. What? My FIL retired after 30+ years with JFRD and he was an airdale in the navy.
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Back home from the country
This past weekend, we took a trip to my dad's place for a bit of piece and quiet, but also had to do some work. There are many large oak trees on the property that have shed roughly 1/3 of their leaves. We slept in til around 0900 on Saturday morning then we all got up and started on the leaves. I had brought some equipment up to help speed the clean up along. The kids took a rake and had a huge pile of leaves within minutes, but as you know with kids that pile never made it into my utility trailer. They ran and slid in them for almost a hour. As for me, I was well into a dust storm of dried leaves and dirt. After 5 hours of work, they were all pushed into the woods.
In the early afternoon, my family friend showed up on his John Deere tractor with the Disc Harrow attached and headed down to the garden. He tore the crap out of that ground, when I mean tore it up, he was bringing dirt up from about 2-3 feet below the surface just into the red clay layer. When he was done, I was ready to start some rows and put stuff in the ground.
In the early afternoon, my family friend showed up on his John Deere tractor with the Disc Harrow attached and headed down to the garden. He tore the crap out of that ground, when I mean tore it up, he was bringing dirt up from about 2-3 feet below the surface just into the red clay layer. When he was done, I was ready to start some rows and put stuff in the ground.
When he finished up, I told him we all would be down to his house in a hour, we had already made plans to head to the livestock auction around 1800. He had brought it up a few weeks ago and we said hell yeah we will go. We meet up at his house and take off the back way, down two lane country rounds that later turned into dirt roads. They are not the best roads to travel down, but they sure are fun to drive on. We got to the auction house and went on it. They were setting up for the small animal auctions, such as chickens, turkeys, guineas, and rabbits.
As the auction starts, I look over at my boys and they have no idea what the auctioneer is saying, but they like every animal in the auction and they want them as pets. They were amazed at the guy who would open up each crate, pull the rooster, hen, doe, buck out and display them to the buyers. Of course the bidding was for one animal, if there were 5 in crate, whatever the winning price, multiply that by 5. Little be known, I discovered that ND had been raising his hand bidding, I'm not shitting you. I didn't know this until the auctioneer had stopped the bidding to ask him to stop raising his hand. Thank god they had a rule for kids not bidding or I would have walked out with a rooster and two hens. Roosters went as high as $50 a piece. After about an hour and a half, we retired back to the house for a warm fire and college football.
Sunday was more of a relaxation day. I was picked up around 1000 by our family friend and we went over to a friend of my dad's house. He was also a pal bearer at my dad's funeral. He has had a rough go as of late. He is 71 and lost an eye to diabetes and now has prostate cancer. He caught the cancer early and is in treatment and he looked extremely well. We must have stayed for 2 hours talking about chicken coops, tractors, gardens, baseball, college football, golf, and the yuppie society that has encompassed this country. Once back to the house, we took off to town to find American flags for my dad and two uncles that are buried at the cemetery. If I would have remembered to grab the four I had in my garage at home, there would have been no need to stop at the Walmart in town and have my wife go through what she did.
My dad's side of the family had it hard back early 1920's and 30's. The depression didn't help either. They farmed or worked in the mills. Their only escape was to join the military. Dad served the entire Korean Conflict in the Air Force and got out as a A1C, one uncle served 3 years in the Army after WWII and got out a Corporal and my youngest uncle served 3 tours in Vietnam, that crazy M*%^&$% ^&*(^r wanted to go back for a 4th time but the Marine Corps said no. He also had a tour on SARA as a member of the embarked Marine Corps security detachment. He would have retired a Gunny, but he had disciplinary issues and settled for Staff Sergeant. I visit each one of them every time I am in the cemetery to pay my respects for their service. Once we got back to the house, I took the boys to the garden and we had some range time. NW has no problems shooting and has no problem hitting a target. He shot my Henry Lever Action for the first time and was a pro at it; however ND is a work in progress. His major problem is he is a lefty, but right eye dominate and struggles to hold the cricket rifle. So I go back through my vast military knowledge and come up with a plan. ND, lets try this. I wish I would have snapped a pic of him doing, but for illistrative purpose, this is what he did.
BY GOD, it worked. ND was not shooting to the right anymore and was hitting the targets every time, I was jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas day. God, I love being a father teaching my kids. After we finished up I had brought my ATV with us and let JUGM get some time on the ATV riding around the property. That led to her riding the kids around one at a time and they had a blast. Once it got dark, I got a fire ready in the fireplace, they settled in and I went to the hill top to listen to the night and have time to myself reflecting on my memories on that hill top. Made my soul feel good to have that time looking to the sky, reflecting, questioning, and requesting.
Monday we headed back to normal life, and back to work and school today. Got a notification that BOOF and his ya clattie wee toerag were making noise over at some blog. C'mon Randall, do I need to go there. By the way, send my best to Ellen as she recovers with emphysema.
Have a great week everyone.
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Monday, November 11, 2013
Hard Rock on Veterans Day
Here is some hard rock music from a band who has no fear and travel into hositle zones to perform for our troops, not like Obama's LIBERAL friends Jay Z and Rhianna. Its a cover song from Bad Company, Enjoy.
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Sunday, November 10, 2013
Cold night on the hill
Fire is going, and we are all warm. Had a great weekend, heading home tomorrow. More to follow.
See what i mean, Liberty is knocked out.
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Not to busy of a weekend, but pain sucks.
This weekend has been ok, got some things done but sharp shooting pains don't feel to good. Prior to our camping trip last weekend, I injured my right wrist and have inflamed it real good. I was having problems holding or picking up many things in my right hand that whole weekend. Went to the doctor this last Monday and saw the ortho doc at our family practice. Seems I have something similar to Carpal Tunnel, but its not the nerve in the center of my wrist, its on the outer edge, the Lunate nerve. Well he said let's try and knock the inflammation down with predisnone, if not we may have to do a cortisone shot. Then he said if all else fails, you may need surgery. Well, the prednisone hasn't done a damn thing to help. Ice has helped with some pain but it just comes right back after my hand and wrist warms back up. First off, doctors and I don't get along to well, so it seems I may be going back tomorrow for the next step. I still have some work that needs to get done with the business and I need to get that done in the case I need surgery on my wrist. If I do get a shot, I hope it works and corrects my pain. If it doesn't, guess I will be back to schedule surgery for sometime in December. I have been asked to bid on some clean up work but I think I will have to pass on it. I have two other local companies that I have talked to and may let them have it.
Last Thursday, I started having issues with my F-250 starting, it sounded real weak and it was having a hard time cranking. I figured it was the battery but after checking the voltage of the battery and alternator, taking it to a local auto parts place to test the battery and my buddies boat shop to load test the correct way, seems I needed a new starter. One good thing about having real good friends that own businesses is you can get things cheaper, usually wholesale. I went friday with him to one of the parts places he gets some parts for boats, since inboard motors are basically car engines and got hooked up with a re-manufactured starter for just over $100.00, saved at least $35.00
Last Thursday, I started having issues with my F-250 starting, it sounded real weak and it was having a hard time cranking. I figured it was the battery but after checking the voltage of the battery and alternator, taking it to a local auto parts place to test the battery and my buddies boat shop to load test the correct way, seems I needed a new starter. One good thing about having real good friends that own businesses is you can get things cheaper, usually wholesale. I went friday with him to one of the parts places he gets some parts for boats, since inboard motors are basically car engines and got hooked up with a re-manufactured starter for just over $100.00, saved at least $35.00
Saturday morning, JUGM decided she was going to the commissary and she took both boys with her so I could get started changing starters out. I have changed starters before but FORD decided they wanted to add a third bolt on the top of this one, in a spot that is nearly impossible to get to. To add to the difficulty, there was a metal and foam insulating pad over the factory starter solenoid that separated from the foam so the metal kept getting in the way. Well after much constricting my hands, winching in pain, and going through 1/4, 3/8, 1/2, and air ratchet's with 1/2 sockets, swivel adapters, and 1/2 swivel sockets the starter made its way out. Installation of course took 1/3 of the time I needed to get it out. Made all the electrical connections and it cranked up like a charm, no issues.
Today, I brought my open trailer home to do some hub maintenance and preservation work on it. Took a wire brush to some surface rust and repainted most of the trailer. Hubs were fine but I like to pull them apart from time-to-time and just check. I have always learned to take care of your stuff, it lasts longer and keeps costs down. I will be needing this trailer most of the week as I have a large amount of mulch to move and put in its new place which I can see will be slower than normal.
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Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Camping, quality time with family and friends, and that time of the year.
Well now that I have a break to post, I have been busy for the past week. If you managed to do a drive-by at JUGM'S blog, you will see that we were camping this past weekend with fellow group member REBEL and his family. All in all, we had a great time and had much to talk and laugh about. Would have been better if we had a few more attend, but everyone is busy as of late.
Work has slowed, but now my attention has focused onto, THE FALL CLASSIC!!!! AL/NL Divisional and Championships leading up to the WORLD SERIES. I feel like an Encyclopedia Britannica when the boys ask a question or don't understand something.
This time of year is special to me. Playing the sport since 5 yrs old, having the opportunities to lead me down the path to a professional career, them eventually serving in the military. Yes, I made bad choices and some involved illegal drugs. Now, having two great and athletic son's who want to absorb my baseball knowledge and skills with maybe one day making it to where I wanted to go just light's my fire even more to get back into baseball. Also, what makes it even sweeter is my RED SOX are in the World Series, GO BOSOX!!!
After arriving back Sunday from camping and a two hour lay over, the boys had a game. First three innings didn't go so well, but they woke up the last three. Had practice tonight and worked on some of the mistakes from Sunday and let's just say, "SENIOR" had to get in the field and demonstrate proper fielding while sitting a couple of players out since they decided to goof off a bit and not pay attention. I felt like a kid again out in the field playing with the kids who wanted to learn. The head coach, he's an older guy, maybe late 50's early 60's and he said to the kid's, "Watch Coach". I was at shortstop, and he hit it fairly hard to my left between myself and the bag. Well, I laterally moved to my left, scooped it up and went through the motions to throw to first. As I have a 8 yr old on first, I was not about to throw the ball at 80 mph to them, but all the kids were standing there with a look on their face that, "Holy crap, this guy knows how to play". As practice went somewhat smoother, I went to the mound and pitched batting practice. NW was tearing the ball up, hitting it in the air to the outfield while ND needs some more work. Him being a lefty, the majority of his hits are to first base which will require more attention on his timing for right now.
As I am writing this post, Doomsday Preppers is on with new episodes so everyone have a good remaining to your week.
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Work has slowed, but now my attention has focused onto, THE FALL CLASSIC!!!! AL/NL Divisional and Championships leading up to the WORLD SERIES. I feel like an Encyclopedia Britannica when the boys ask a question or don't understand something.
After arriving back Sunday from camping and a two hour lay over, the boys had a game. First three innings didn't go so well, but they woke up the last three. Had practice tonight and worked on some of the mistakes from Sunday and let's just say, "SENIOR" had to get in the field and demonstrate proper fielding while sitting a couple of players out since they decided to goof off a bit and not pay attention. I felt like a kid again out in the field playing with the kids who wanted to learn. The head coach, he's an older guy, maybe late 50's early 60's and he said to the kid's, "Watch Coach". I was at shortstop, and he hit it fairly hard to my left between myself and the bag. Well, I laterally moved to my left, scooped it up and went through the motions to throw to first. As I have a 8 yr old on first, I was not about to throw the ball at 80 mph to them, but all the kids were standing there with a look on their face that, "Holy crap, this guy knows how to play". As practice went somewhat smoother, I went to the mound and pitched batting practice. NW was tearing the ball up, hitting it in the air to the outfield while ND needs some more work. Him being a lefty, the majority of his hits are to first base which will require more attention on his timing for right now.
As I am writing this post, Doomsday Preppers is on with new episodes so everyone have a good remaining to your week.
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Tuesday, October 22, 2013
Working Weekend
This past weekend was supposed to be a group working weekend; however, Wednesday I received a call from my close family friend that a branch fell on one of my dad's storage buildings and punctured a hole in the roof. He routinely goes up and checks on the place for me. Hell, he helped with welding the chain, and installing the gate to the property the day before dad's funeral. Since Duke was out of town and I needed to go take care of this, Stephen thought it was best to cancel the group workday. We arrive late Friday night after picking the kids up from school and as it was dark, I waited until the next morning to investigate.
Once I wake up and have my coffee, I proceed to investigate what had happened. The property has numerous large, and I mean large oak trees with an abundance of acorns too. I discovered there is one branch on the oak tree adjacent to the oldest storage building had one limb that was in bad shape. I suppose one of the storms that passed through from the last time I was up there had snapped this bad limb in half and the other half came down and punctured the roof. It's a dead limb, but it sure as hell is not rotten.
I grab dad's keys and open the door and the limb happened to puncture the roof just aft of the soffit, and when it fell through must have hit the top sill plate and bounced out and off the roof.
The repair consisted of pushing the still attached plywood back into place, with it being slightly wet from rain was easy to push back into place. I cut a 2x4 and used it as a brace under it with two nails through the rafter, and two nails toe nailed into the face of the other rafter. In past experiences with nailing through 40 + year old wood, it was quite difficult to do in a small space without bending the nail. I finally resorted to toe nailing it into both through the brace.
Once done, I climbed up on the roof and used some metal flashing to replace the shingle that was missing.
Once in place, using some roofing nails to secure the metal and remaining tabs of the nearby shingles, I commenced to using a whole tube of wet/dry roofing caulk to cover the nails and the metal flashing in a nice layer of gooey tar.
Once I wake up and have my coffee, I proceed to investigate what had happened. The property has numerous large, and I mean large oak trees with an abundance of acorns too. I discovered there is one branch on the oak tree adjacent to the oldest storage building had one limb that was in bad shape. I suppose one of the storms that passed through from the last time I was up there had snapped this bad limb in half and the other half came down and punctured the roof. It's a dead limb, but it sure as hell is not rotten.
I grab dad's keys and open the door and the limb happened to puncture the roof just aft of the soffit, and when it fell through must have hit the top sill plate and bounced out and off the roof.
The repair consisted of pushing the still attached plywood back into place, with it being slightly wet from rain was easy to push back into place. I cut a 2x4 and used it as a brace under it with two nails through the rafter, and two nails toe nailed into the face of the other rafter. In past experiences with nailing through 40 + year old wood, it was quite difficult to do in a small space without bending the nail. I finally resorted to toe nailing it into both through the brace.
Once done, I climbed up on the roof and used some metal flashing to replace the shingle that was missing.
Once in place, using some roofing nails to secure the metal and remaining tabs of the nearby shingles, I commenced to using a whole tube of wet/dry roofing caulk to cover the nails and the metal flashing in a nice layer of gooey tar.
Once finished there were a few other things to do. My dad always worried about his fireplace, specifically the stove pipe. He told me for years that it needed to be replaced. I decided to take a gander up to the roof, visually inspect the stove pipe from the top down. I was really surprised at the condition it was in, it had some slight build up but not enough to sweep it. I pull the roof cap off and inspected the galvanized piping he had the stove pipe in and it still looked brand new. Well next test was to light a small fire, get it going good, then cut off most of the air to it and generate a lot of smoke. Once done, back on the roof, with the use of my 400 lumen flashlight, eyes, and nose, I observed no smoke, only from the end of the stove pipe. Only thing between the other two galvanized pipes was a bit of heat coming out from the stove pipe itself. Well seems to me that everything is ok.
With more time on my hands, his 1948 Farmall Cub tractor needed the fuel bowl gasket replaced. I make a quick call and find that my family friend had some, so I run over for a few minutes. Once back, took about 20 minutes to change it out, put some fresh gas in it and cranked it up. Ran like a champ. The next 2 hours were spent plowing the garden area up. My dad stopped having a garden about 4 years ago, he just couldn't manage it like he did in his older age. I have been down there before messing around but this time I went all out. I know it is not the prettiest tractor out there, but it has been mechanically sound and well taken care of.
Once done this is the view of the garden, the back right corner will be where I plan on putting a burm for a firing range. I got the word out that I will take any fill dirt locals are wanting to get rid of and our friend has two front loaders with backhoe's attached, shouldn't take to long to construct. Hey, when you have a 186 acre cattle farm, you can write a lot of equipment off.
Have a great week.
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Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Who is the real "LOTTA JOY"
From the recent events on another blog a few weeks ago, one person in particular has really showed her true colors. When you hear "Lotta Joy" you think of a sweet old lady who is active in her Lutheran church, community, does things that our older society does, proudly shows it off on her blog as a nirvana of decent and wholesome citizenship; however, her action and vindictive commentary on other blogs and not on her own tends to paint a different picture of who she really is.
As I stated in a comment regarding another blogger, who is a liberal this month, a few months ago the blogger was a conservative, then before that the blogger was a prepper, damn, I'm confusing myself, well anyway the word "Back Stabber" was used in a post. There were no personal names used to reference that word, but I get a nasty post from LJ referring to me as a coward. She came forward with her guilty conscious and admitted to the world that she is indeed the blogisphere stabber. Well that was a good laugh, and I still continue to make comments to her on that post, so am I hiding, uh no.
So LJ comes back 3 minutes later on October 15, stating:
This is her post,
Well, yes LJ, that is your house on my blog, so who is the IDIOT now? How in the world did I find your house? Ever heard of OPSEC, obvious not. This is the quote from you that brought the idea to do a post about who you really are:
"I am and always have been debt free, and in control of my actions. Unlike you and your little group of demented, helmet wearing, "the sky is falling", bunch of inbreds".
Since our group, consisting of Myself, Duke, Stephen, and the others are like minded in our beliefs and how we carry ourselves and we are pretty much financial sound, I will let you explain to Stephen and Duke via another means of your cynical comments towards them as they both proudly display Gadsden Flags on their trucks.
Next quote from you:
"I would not talk about you behind your back Jacked up. I would much rather tell you to your face that you are a round little blob with too much testosterone and no estrogen, but you drop your shit and run."
Hey come on up, you would rather tell it to her face, what are you waiting on? I would make a lot of money on JUGM whipping your ass to a pulp. All talk behind that computer aren't you. I and the entire list of followers are CALLING YOU OUT!!!
OK, I am sick of talking and wasting my time about this old, cynical, narcissistic, demeaning, manipulative, violent, drunk ass person, sure as hell not going to call her a lady. Just like I did for the other blogger, this will be my last post about this person, not unless she drinks more liquid courage and takes my offer, which is unlikely.
There are many of you out there that probably have seen the same thing I am talking about and relate to what I am posting so hopefully you understand why I have made this post. If some of you stop following me, hey, I understand. My blog was not created to have the most followers, I am more about quality followers, not quantity so there are no feelings hurt. Have a great and "LJ FREE" night.
Senior
As I stated in a comment regarding another blogger, who is a liberal this month, a few months ago the blogger was a conservative, then before that the blogger was a prepper, damn, I'm confusing myself, well anyway the word "Back Stabber" was used in a post. There were no personal names used to reference that word, but I get a nasty post from LJ referring to me as a coward. She came forward with her guilty conscious and admitted to the world that she is indeed the blogisphere stabber. Well that was a good laugh, and I still continue to make comments to her on that post, so am I hiding, uh no.
So LJ comes back 3 minutes later on October 15, stating:
Well LJ, if you don't visit my blog, why are you a follower? I added a timestamp in the lower right corner for late this afternoon, since then I have blocked you and removed you from my site as you don't visit my blog, kind of taking the trash out I would say.
Well last night before I went to sleep, I receive a notification on my phone, and it's from LJ, yippee lets see what she had to say. So I log in and see my site tracker and notice LJ and two of her close blogger friends viewed my site in the order of LINDA, the Canadian Friend, then LJ. Now Linda and the Canadian friend which I wont name but i'm sure many of you will be able to figure them out have not posted any hostile commentary on my blog, and as a sign of respect to them I will leave them out of this discussion, but will let everyone know they are her warning system. 
Well, yes LJ, that is your house on my blog, so who is the IDIOT now? How in the world did I find your house? Ever heard of OPSEC, obvious not. This is the quote from you that brought the idea to do a post about who you really are:
"I am and always have been debt free, and in control of my actions. Unlike you and your little group of demented, helmet wearing, "the sky is falling", bunch of inbreds".
Since our group, consisting of Myself, Duke, Stephen, and the others are like minded in our beliefs and how we carry ourselves and we are pretty much financial sound, I will let you explain to Stephen and Duke via another means of your cynical comments towards them as they both proudly display Gadsden Flags on their trucks.
Next quote from you:
"I would not talk about you behind your back Jacked up. I would much rather tell you to your face that you are a round little blob with too much testosterone and no estrogen, but you drop your shit and run."
Hey come on up, you would rather tell it to her face, what are you waiting on? I would make a lot of money on JUGM whipping your ass to a pulp. All talk behind that computer aren't you. I and the entire list of followers are CALLING YOU OUT!!!
OK, I am sick of talking and wasting my time about this old, cynical, narcissistic, demeaning, manipulative, violent, drunk ass person, sure as hell not going to call her a lady. Just like I did for the other blogger, this will be my last post about this person, not unless she drinks more liquid courage and takes my offer, which is unlikely.
There are many of you out there that probably have seen the same thing I am talking about and relate to what I am posting so hopefully you understand why I have made this post. If some of you stop following me, hey, I understand. My blog was not created to have the most followers, I am more about quality followers, not quantity so there are no feelings hurt. Have a great and "LJ FREE" night.
Senior
Tuesday, October 15, 2013
Stephen, Duke, Myself and our whole group are....... Oh, I almost forgot, OPSEC
Stephen, Duke, Myself, and our group are a bunch of "the sky is falling" inbreds, oh, and Idiots. Really, that's the best you can do on a drunken rant. So who am I describing? I will post more tomorrow as I have to work to support welfare recipients. Loose lips sink ships, remember that as you never served.
Senior
Senior
Tuesday, October 8, 2013
HJ Resolution 72, Baseball, and Picture of the day
Since I don't post all the time, I still have some old chihuahua in Harry Reid's state who continues barking at my ankles and from his rant the other day blaming tea party, or what he calls "TEA BAGGERS" as a bunch of ignorant b%^&^%$s, and that comment is expected from a liberal. Since it is so "A" typical for liberals to name call, so why not enjoy in the festivities a bit. As I have stated, he didn't plan to well for his later years and when I went back to read all his responses, he lives off the government, so he is worried about getting his checks. So I thought I would add something from House.Gov, OMG it's the voting record for HJ Resolution 72 "Making continuing appropriations for veterans benefits for fiscal year 2014, and
for other purposes. Here is a screen capture of Roll Call 518.
Seems to me that 224 Ignorant "TEABAG B@&#*!(S" passed a bill through the House of Representatives to pay veterans. If you would like to see how your Congress person voted, here is the link: http://clerk.house.gov/evs/2013/roll518.xml
BTW, this chihuahua is posting a doozie of a post tonight at midnight, so run on over, that means you too "Backstabber" and enjoy the childish commentary. I have better things to do than worry about some old man entering the early stages of dementia and is so infatuated with making comments about my wife. Such a dirty old man, wonder if his wife knows......
** This is the last commentary I will post regarding the dirty old man**
Now, on to more important things, such as baseball and coaching kids. I enjoy giving back to the community and enjoy every amount of time I can spend with my boys. I had quite a stellar career in baseball as a youth and was on a path that could have lead me to better opportunities in life; however decisions made in my younger years did catch up to me, went down some wrong roads and made some bad choices. Joining the military took care of everything except a career in baseball.
As most of you have followed my blog for awhile, you knew I coached my oldest son in minor division baseball in the spring, now we are in fall baseball and have both boys on the same team. So tonight we had a practice, why I don't know because we are 2-0. My oldest, NW has been tearing the ball up on the bat and in 2 games is 12-12, batting 1.000 with 8 doubles and 4 singles. ND who moved up from Tee-Ball is catching up at 3-12, batting .250 with 3 singles in the second game. When he was in Tee-Ball, he only hit off the tee during first practice, after that he was pitched too. All it has taken is tweaking on his batting mechanics tonight and he went 4 for 4.
While I am on the subject of baseball, I remember many times watching baseball and having the legendary Harry Carey calling Cub games. I would have to say the Carey Family is by-far the first family of baseball announcers. Harry, with the Cubs, son Skip with the Braves, and Chip with Fox Sports. As I recall Harry, and yes he did drink beer in the box while announcing games, I think back to a SNL skit when SNL was funny, here is the link:
And for the random pic of the day:
Senior
Seems to me that 224 Ignorant "TEABAG B@&#*!(S" passed a bill through the House of Representatives to pay veterans. If you would like to see how your Congress person voted, here is the link: http://clerk.house.gov/evs/2013/roll518.xml
BTW, this chihuahua is posting a doozie of a post tonight at midnight, so run on over, that means you too "Backstabber" and enjoy the childish commentary. I have better things to do than worry about some old man entering the early stages of dementia and is so infatuated with making comments about my wife. Such a dirty old man, wonder if his wife knows......
** This is the last commentary I will post regarding the dirty old man**
Now, on to more important things, such as baseball and coaching kids. I enjoy giving back to the community and enjoy every amount of time I can spend with my boys. I had quite a stellar career in baseball as a youth and was on a path that could have lead me to better opportunities in life; however decisions made in my younger years did catch up to me, went down some wrong roads and made some bad choices. Joining the military took care of everything except a career in baseball.
As most of you have followed my blog for awhile, you knew I coached my oldest son in minor division baseball in the spring, now we are in fall baseball and have both boys on the same team. So tonight we had a practice, why I don't know because we are 2-0. My oldest, NW has been tearing the ball up on the bat and in 2 games is 12-12, batting 1.000 with 8 doubles and 4 singles. ND who moved up from Tee-Ball is catching up at 3-12, batting .250 with 3 singles in the second game. When he was in Tee-Ball, he only hit off the tee during first practice, after that he was pitched too. All it has taken is tweaking on his batting mechanics tonight and he went 4 for 4.
While I am on the subject of baseball, I remember many times watching baseball and having the legendary Harry Carey calling Cub games. I would have to say the Carey Family is by-far the first family of baseball announcers. Harry, with the Cubs, son Skip with the Braves, and Chip with Fox Sports. As I recall Harry, and yes he did drink beer in the box while announcing games, I think back to a SNL skit when SNL was funny, here is the link:
And for the random pic of the day:
Senior
Saturday, October 5, 2013
No more blaming Bush anymore, blame the tea party!
It was a quiet evening yesterday, I was retired to my favorite outdoor chair, having some refreshing adult beverages, listening to obnoxious rock music and my phone goes "Ding". It was Stephen, and if I could see him through the phone it would have been hell on earth. I have known him for, hell for well over 10 years and he was pissed. So I went to find out what pissed him off and I come across the blog of the "Mohave Rat". After reading through his pathetic, I really mean pathetic rant of how the Tea Party is the cause of all the problems going on in government, I take a step back from the computer and think, "He calls himself a veteran", well I'm a veteran and my beliefs are strong with the founding fathers of this country, which last time I checked, they acted just like the tea party of today.
First off, Mr. Rat is a product of the "Pitty Society", and I can say that as one veteran to another, since I also receive disability compensation each month. Mr. Rat more than likely has been living from one disability check to another and now that there is resistance between the House and the Senate over the funding of the country, he is beginning to drink Obama's Kool-aid and demanding, "I want my check". That's a very interesting analogy I have because I see it all the time with veterans, not all of them but there are many. I, myself never allowed myself to resort to that level, and that is from hard work. If I don't get a check next, so what, it will show up sooner or later. I have positioned myself to where I don't rely on the "GUMBERMINT!!!" because I used my brain in a positive way instead of a negative way with anger.
Well it would be interesting to find out from the "MOST EDUCATED DISABLED VETERAN IN THE WORLD" of what he did after, I suppose Vietnam. The way he ranted sounds to me he did nothing for the rest of his life, and I mean that in the sense of getting an education, learning a trade, investing his money, finding a well paying job, and preparing for the last quarter of his life where most normal people relax and wait for their rides to the clouds, well in his case, Hell. Instead, I suppose he sits behind a computer all day, probably half dressed, looking for attention from others, having angry tirades, ranting about issues he has no clue about, and taking his talking points from cable news networks, and the OWN network.
Well as I look through the comments and replies on his site, I come across one from "KEADS"
"Thank you for your service to this Country. Yes, this is your sandbox. I get that. I also feel no need to be in it anymore. Your anger and everything else here shows me a angry man. I feel your service to this Country is just a part of that. I may be wrong, I fear not.
I wish you and yours peace and long life.
I will never be here again."
The section I highlighted from this comment I think sums it up. Now I would like to elaborate on another comment, one that was made to my wife, JACKED UP GLOCK MOM!!!!!
"I posted your comment. WHO am I blasting for WHAT problems. I am expressing my opinion on my blog. I think my disabled veteran status entitles me to an opinion. Sorry I don't think shutting the government down is the right way to deal with things. I am entitled to think that and you are entitled to disagree. The difference is I treated you with respect and you acted like a ................."
So Mr.Tick-Turd, oh I'm sorry, how insensitive of me, I must show the piss-poor planner of his life, Mr. Rat a little bit more respect, well maybe not, he did loose a testicle, hey that's in his own words in a reply. What did you want to say but didn't have the BALLS too say? Those comments were made on YOUR blog. You stood on your soap box, "Its my blog, my first amendment right" well? Tell the world how you really are.
Well like myself, my wife is also a Tea Party supporter and with your rant, you showed no ounce of respect to her, so why should we show you any respect? It's obvious from others as well.
As I am not a psychologist, but I am a very smart man, lets take a look at some traits that Mr. Rat has:
1. Anger
2. Likes degrading women but can't get the nerve to get it out (ex: A...............)
3. Lazy
4. Childish
5. Uneducated
6. Low moral
7. Suicidal
8. Low "T"
In closing, lets get straight to the point. Mr. Rat wants respect, well respect is not given, its earned and as far as I can tell, and many of you have seen or said, in no right enables any of us to even think of showing respect to him. It's obvious that Mr. Rat is not a happy man but it seems he wants to push blame onto the rest of the world for his own problems. How about trying "Self-Responsibility". It also seems that Mr. Rat has done me a favor and is no longer a follower to my site, OK... Is my world going to crash down because he is not following me. You all think I can blame the Tea Party for that?
As a salty Senior Chief, I think I have done a good post, I didn't even drop an "F" Bomb. At the time last night this all started I was listening to one of my favorite songs from Five Finger Death Punch. the second Costanza of this song has lyrics that I feel are quite fitting:
"Do I care if you hate me? Do you wanna know the truth? C'est la vie....adiós....good riddance....
First off, Mr. Rat is a product of the "Pitty Society", and I can say that as one veteran to another, since I also receive disability compensation each month. Mr. Rat more than likely has been living from one disability check to another and now that there is resistance between the House and the Senate over the funding of the country, he is beginning to drink Obama's Kool-aid and demanding, "I want my check". That's a very interesting analogy I have because I see it all the time with veterans, not all of them but there are many. I, myself never allowed myself to resort to that level, and that is from hard work. If I don't get a check next, so what, it will show up sooner or later. I have positioned myself to where I don't rely on the "GUMBERMINT!!!" because I used my brain in a positive way instead of a negative way with anger.
Well it would be interesting to find out from the "MOST EDUCATED DISABLED VETERAN IN THE WORLD" of what he did after, I suppose Vietnam. The way he ranted sounds to me he did nothing for the rest of his life, and I mean that in the sense of getting an education, learning a trade, investing his money, finding a well paying job, and preparing for the last quarter of his life where most normal people relax and wait for their rides to the clouds, well in his case, Hell. Instead, I suppose he sits behind a computer all day, probably half dressed, looking for attention from others, having angry tirades, ranting about issues he has no clue about, and taking his talking points from cable news networks, and the OWN network.
Well as I look through the comments and replies on his site, I come across one from "KEADS"
"Thank you for your service to this Country. Yes, this is your sandbox. I get that. I also feel no need to be in it anymore. Your anger and everything else here shows me a angry man. I feel your service to this Country is just a part of that. I may be wrong, I fear not.
I wish you and yours peace and long life.
I will never be here again."
The section I highlighted from this comment I think sums it up. Now I would like to elaborate on another comment, one that was made to my wife, JACKED UP GLOCK MOM!!!!!
"I posted your comment. WHO am I blasting for WHAT problems. I am expressing my opinion on my blog. I think my disabled veteran status entitles me to an opinion. Sorry I don't think shutting the government down is the right way to deal with things. I am entitled to think that and you are entitled to disagree. The difference is I treated you with respect and you acted like a ................."
So Mr.Tick-Turd, oh I'm sorry, how insensitive of me, I must show the piss-poor planner of his life, Mr. Rat a little bit more respect, well maybe not, he did loose a testicle, hey that's in his own words in a reply. What did you want to say but didn't have the BALLS too say? Those comments were made on YOUR blog. You stood on your soap box, "Its my blog, my first amendment right" well? Tell the world how you really are.
Well like myself, my wife is also a Tea Party supporter and with your rant, you showed no ounce of respect to her, so why should we show you any respect? It's obvious from others as well.
As I am not a psychologist, but I am a very smart man, lets take a look at some traits that Mr. Rat has:
1. Anger
2. Likes degrading women but can't get the nerve to get it out (ex: A...............)
3. Lazy
4. Childish
5. Uneducated
6. Low moral
7. Suicidal
8. Low "T"
In closing, lets get straight to the point. Mr. Rat wants respect, well respect is not given, its earned and as far as I can tell, and many of you have seen or said, in no right enables any of us to even think of showing respect to him. It's obvious that Mr. Rat is not a happy man but it seems he wants to push blame onto the rest of the world for his own problems. How about trying "Self-Responsibility". It also seems that Mr. Rat has done me a favor and is no longer a follower to my site, OK... Is my world going to crash down because he is not following me. You all think I can blame the Tea Party for that?
As a salty Senior Chief, I think I have done a good post, I didn't even drop an "F" Bomb. At the time last night this all started I was listening to one of my favorite songs from Five Finger Death Punch. the second Costanza of this song has lyrics that I feel are quite fitting:
"Do I care if you hate me? Do you wanna know the truth? C'est la vie....adiós....good riddance....
fuck you!
If by chance Mr. Rat reads my post and does not like anything I said, well you are more than happy to fly over on Southwest to Northeast Florida to discuss in person. I don't hide behind computers. BTW, also love his toady he has defending Rat's blog. Just as pathetic as him. Hell Rat, bring him along on the flight too.
Senior
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Spent the day cooking
As the title suggests, I put on my chef's hat, not combo cover and set out to cook some briskit today. I have cooked many in my life time and today was no different. Weather here has been good, a little breezy but the temps where awesome. First off my trusty friend, a bit weathered but nevers let me down, loaded up with lump charcoal.
We managed to corral this beef strap at the commissary the other day, it was originally 15 lbs, but cut it in half and froze the other part for another day. JUGM put her rub on it and it was on.
After 4.5 hrs on the smoker, the result.
I also enjoy when I take a sharp meat cleaver and slice the briskit into savory slices for my family to enjoy.
And with the help of a home-made baked macaroni and cheese made by JUGM, let's just say we all were "Full as a Ticks". Life was good today.
Senior
Thursday, September 26, 2013
A bit about camping trip, kind of busy week, some other stuff.
If you read my last post you knew that I was planning for a camping/canoe trip to the mountains with my brother and his Moo-Moo. I wont elaborate too much, but JUGM did a post and summarized the trip. Yes we left a day early, but I look at it in two different windows, first I left for the drunks safety, not mine. If things escalated, it would not have been good, I do travel armed, had three firearms with me. Second, figure an incident with an out-of-state family in a small NC/VA town or outskirt area with locals in the other party involved, who do you think would have won, sure as hell not the out-of-state family. Yes, the weather sucked but maybe it was a good thing to leave.
This week has been crappy, rained on and off since sunday, so to say, I haven't done much this week in work. It's just too wet. 1200 and 800 lb mowers don't operate too well on saturated grass. I did however manage to change the fuel-pump out on JUGM's Cherokee. Issue wasnt the fuel pump but the pressure regulator, but all these components are in a fuel tank module so you might as well change everything out while you got the tank down. I figure after 211,000 miles something back there was about to go. I had a chance to also change out intake manifold gaskets on my big mower, since our government insists that we put ethanol in our gas to make a cleaner world.
This weather also has made me feel "Blah". What is it with bad weather that just makes you "Blah" I sure wish the sun would come back and beam a ray of sunshine down and cheer me up some. I have managed to find some pictures that gave me a few laughs, so I though I would share.
This week has been crappy, rained on and off since sunday, so to say, I haven't done much this week in work. It's just too wet. 1200 and 800 lb mowers don't operate too well on saturated grass. I did however manage to change the fuel-pump out on JUGM's Cherokee. Issue wasnt the fuel pump but the pressure regulator, but all these components are in a fuel tank module so you might as well change everything out while you got the tank down. I figure after 211,000 miles something back there was about to go. I had a chance to also change out intake manifold gaskets on my big mower, since our government insists that we put ethanol in our gas to make a cleaner world.
This weather also has made me feel "Blah". What is it with bad weather that just makes you "Blah" I sure wish the sun would come back and beam a ray of sunshine down and cheer me up some. I have managed to find some pictures that gave me a few laughs, so I though I would share.
Senior
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