Tuesday, December 20, 2011

A Ruger For Christmas

I've finally decided on Sweet Wife's Christmas gift.

It has been hard. I mean it was either a new box of dry wall screws, a fairly new lawn mower blade or a screw driver. Let's face facts, any man that doesn't keep his wife's tools in good repair is a sorry excuse of a man. Anyhow, I thought, no, she never really seemed pleased with my practical gifts, one year she almost appeared to weep.

Then it hit me. A new gun. Why not. She's been  packing a Lady Smith .38 for far too many years. It's heavy, and she was forever whining and complaining about the weight...kinda girly in my opinion. So, this little Ruger should fit the bill. 

Now this little baby is light, fits her hand and she already owns a carry purse. Easy to wrap too. If I throw in a box of ammo, hey, two gifts with little sweat. If she's lucky I might spring for the nine mil. We'll see.

Gosh, I'm a genius.



It's been a long day and I'm kinda tired but want to at least say hello to all my friends. I feel as if I've broken my promise of at least one post a day. Sickness and seasonal business seems to have changed my plans.

Came home to find Sweet Wife and Little Bit baking cranberry bread, little loaves of sweetness, that has the house perfumed to a perfect Christmas atmosphere. Nice. Little Bit has her hair done with two braids. Cute.

I've noticed over the last two days many within our community of bloggers are suffering a mild form of depression. Please, don't let this old world's problems slap you down. I'm forever telling my close friends not to live in fear, live prepared.

Lost an old friend this past week. His nickname was Shorty Long. He played for the New York Yankees back in 1951. Went on to become a famous NCAA couch and as a matter of fact officiated Michael Jordon's first college game. I don't remember Shorty's 'real' name, I only knew him as Shorty. Goggle it. He was 91 and his funeral service was December 18th, his birthday. For years he'd drop into the shop and tell his famous stories of Hank Aaron, they were room mates on various farm teams, and he'd keep us all in tears of laughter. He was inducted in the Jacksonville Hall of Fame many years ago. I'll miss him.

I witnessed a very rare display of affection late this afternoon between my son and Little Bit. It hurts me to admit this on such a public forum, but I felt it important since I've written on the subject in the past. My son came by to take Little Bit home. He walked into our kitchen and Little Bit, without a moments hesitation, ran and jumped into his arms. He took off his hat and placed it onto her head and she then planted a big kiss on her father. Such has seldom been seen by either Sweet Wife or myself. I was lucky enough to catch it on my Blackberry.

Hope and prayer and much love and patience in one picture.


It's Here

My new sign arrived today. Pretty isn't it.

And posted in my shop's front window, below.

Just my way of giving the finger to the liberals.


I Agree

'Nuff said.

H/T Craig