Jingle Bells

Just a short note to say I'm still here, just too busy to write a good post. My door bell is ringing its heart out. See my smile.

Will post this evening....

Stephen

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.

Stephen

Rambling

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.

Stephen

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.

Stephen

I Agree

'Nuff said.

H/T Craig

Stephen

Update

I'm still alive. This is the first day in many I've felt like moving around, a little.

Both of our grandchildren are in residence today. Sweet Wife is child caring our grandson, Sport Model, and Little Bit. We'll have Little Bit all week. Sweet Wife has taken a weeks Christmas vacation and they are both busy baking goodies. Sport Model, at a bit over a year old, is rambunctious and demanding of vast amounts of lap time. This would normally be fun but Papa has been declared infectious.

Either way I plan to return to work tomorrow. I haven't the time to be sick. (Please, don't tell on me.)


To my brother's in crime...yes, I'll be at the meeting Wednesday night.

 Now, I've much blog reading ahead of me. See you later.

Stephen

Bear Bit

Way back when my father had a saying for those recently fallen ill....'he (or she) has been bear bit.' Well, the sucker took a large chunk out of my hide. I am able to move around a little today; hard to stay awake, but for now I'm still alive. I have a mild case of pneumonia.

It hurts to breathe. Just wanted to say hello and I haven't forgotten you. Sorry for the lack of posts.

Never fear, Little Bit is on my case. She just came in with her little plastic doll 'needle' and gave me a shot. She's out of school for the holidays.

I have another doctor's appointment Monday. Perhaps he'll give me another miracle drug and I'll rejoin the land of the living. Please excuse me while I return to my bed sheets.

God bless each of you.

Stephen