No, not guns. Not ammo either.
Me! Henceforth and forever from attending any more basketball games at my brothers’ alma mater.
Why? “Due to multiple losses while in attendance.” Seems like every time I show up in town and head over to campus to see a game, the home team loses.
My baby brother has been threatening to ban me from attending games for a while. He quit giving me extra tickets some time ago. Today, however, was the last straw.
MY college team beat HIS college team on their home court. So now I’m banned. But he told me I’m still allowed to watch them on TV.
Categories: Humor, Sports
Tags: Family, Funny
Entirely by accident, I seem to be practicing this theory. Either that, or I need lessons in how to shop.
I’ve been trying to lay my hands on an H&R Sportster in .22LR for a bit. I wanted a single-shot rifle as a project gun, in the end to be paired with my new suppressor. I’d even gone so far as to place an order for one at LGS, only to be told that “they’re not making those anymore”. I followed up with H&R myself, only to be told that, sure enough, they’re not making that model anymore. At that point, my search became a little more urgent.
I found another store with availability of the Sportster online, so I placed my order. Great! Wait a week for shipping, wait for the phone call, and go pick it up. Simple. No problem. Can’t miss.
Got the phone call today and went to pick it up. The guy at the gun counter handed me the rifle; I looked it over for a minute and then filled out the forms. After the transfer was completed, the guy said something about “.22 Win Mag”.
*blink* *blink* “What?”
“.22 Win Mag.”
“I thought I ordered this in .22LR.”
“Oh. Well, this is a .22 Win Mag.”
“I see that…”
So after some investigation, I’d apparently clicked on the wrong model when I ordered it. And to transfer it back and ship it back (given that it was my mistake, both in the ordering and in the not checking more carefully before I filled out the forms) would have cost half the price of the rifle. So I decided to keep this one, AND I ordered the one in .22LR before I left the store.
I should have that one in my hands in another week.
Is it spring yet? No? Are you sure? *sighs* Oh, alright…
It better get here soon, though, or I may just lose my driveway completely! I know things aren’t nearly as bad here as they are further north and east, but my driveway is about 4 feet narrower now than it should be, because I just can’t get the snow shoved any further out anymore. Too much ice underneath… Too much snow built up behind the snow berms… No melting going on…
I may even have to get out there with a spade and a shovel to loosen up some of the ice dam that has been built up by the street plows, because my Polaris and plow just can’t get through what they keep throwing up at the end of the driveway.
You’re really sure it’s not spring?
So apparently, National Tell a Story Day is a thing. And it happens on 27 April, which is during baseball season. Barely, but it is. (National Tell a Lie Day, however, is not; it’s just a shade early, because it’s during the first week of April.)
The local minor league baseball team’s PR guys get full points for figuring this out. The Akron Rubber Ducks are having “Brian Williams’ Pants-on-Fire Night” on 27 April, for National Tell a Story Day. The first pitch will be thrown out by someone named Brian Williams (anyone with that name is welcome to show up and apply for the chance). A local with that name will read tall tales during the game. The first 100 fans will receive suspenders. There will be on-field contests between innings, such as “To Tell the Truth” and “Two Truths and a Brian Williams” (aka Two Truths and a Lie). And they’ll be burning a pair of pants at some point during the game.
I may just have to take myself to see a game and enjoy all of the festivities!
Today, I’m putting on my big girl pants and moving on. There’ll still be days when I may cry for what I’ve lost; I’d not be human if I didn’t miss what I had, but it’s time to look forward now.
I got new hearing aids yesterday. AND THERE’S AN APP FOR THAT!!! Yes, they pair with my phone, and I can control just about every aspect of how they function with an app. (And I will hurt y’all who are already plotting to hack my hearing aids. Just sayin’. *giggles*) It’s amazing how loud the world is, though. I’d forgotten that snow squeaks when you walk on it. Traffic makes noise when it goes by in the road. The turn signal in my truck makes noise. I can even stream music to my hearing aids!
I’m also starting to get things ready for starting school in the fall. I’m getting my home office set up as a cozy study zone, cleaning out everything I don’t need and bringing in everything I want and will use. I’ve started a study course that will brush up my study skills between now and then, because it’s been 20-*mumble* years since I was in school, and studying for the occasional exam since then doesn’t count. I am planning on doing a self-study course in basic statistics so that I won’t start out behind the 8-ball for my biostats course in the fall.
I’ve also got a busy few months ahead. I’ll be spending some time down with family. Looking forward to going to NRA in Nashville. Heading to Alaska for 2 weeks at one point. More family is coming to town (one nephew is baseball crazy and the All-Star game is on the schedule!). A friend is marrying off two daughters and I’m her general dogsbody for both weddings. And somewhere in there, I’ve got new guns to shoot! It’s all gonna be a lot of fun.
…while you are making plans for what you wanted to do. And somehow, the plans don’t match what actually rolls down the pike.
Today is the day I say farewell to the best job I’ve ever had, the one that I thought I’d have until my working days were done. Today is the day I close the door on the career that I worked 14 years to get to the point of starting, and then only spent 10 years actually doing. Today is the day I walk away from working with some of the best friends I’ve ever had the chance to work with, some of the best physicians and nurses I’ve had the honor to work alongside.
Today is the day I start rewriting my life. With tears in my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.
For the past 18 months, I’ve been battling some wicked crazy symptoms, including losing most of my hearing, a rash that resulted in my hands and feet peeling so deep I lost my fingerprints and all of my calluses, worsening arthritis, and vertigo that randomly comes and goes almost daily. I’ve been on high-dose steroids for most of a year. I’ve been on chemo. I’ll probably remain on immunosuppressants for the rest of my life. And because of all of this, I can no longer safely treat the patients I spent so many years learning to take care of.
I have plans. I’ve been working out where my feet will lead me in the next few months and years. I’m excited about the possibilities. But today is for mourning what I’ve lost.