Quote of the Day

The Monster Hunter himself brings Teh Funny:

(The New York Times) Even if there were a constitutional right to possess guns for nonmilitary uses, constitutional rights are not absolute.

(Larry Corriea) Scalia never said it was. That's one thing we happen to disagree on. In fact, he mentions what good would mere guns do against a modern army with tanks and bombers. I don't know, let's ask Al Queda and see what those nutjobs have been doing for the last few years. You think Iraq's tough, invade Texas.

The Quote of the Day is in red. That there is some fine writing. Glad I didn't have a beverage in mid-swig at the time, or Larry'd be into me for a new keyboard.



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P.S. Anyone know why stuff like bolding or UN-italicizing doesn't work in a blockquote? I played hell with this on yesterday's post and this one, and just ended up doing what would have been bold in red instead. My html-fu is weak.

Heller's Bells

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

I'd have posted up on this yesterday, but I actually got caught up in several discussions explaining Heller and, more importantly, what the Right To Keep And Bear Arms really means. So I was busy.

At any rate, I'm reading the Heller opinion right now, and have been smiling as I read it. Well, I was. Now I'm actually LOL'ing. Seriously. Justice Antonin Scalia, on how D.C. and Justice Stevens would interpret the phrase "keep and bear arms":

In any event, the meaning of "bear arms" that petitioners and JUSTICE STEVENS propose is not even the sometimes idiomatic meaning. Rather, they manufacture a hybrid definition, whereby "bear arms" connotes the actual carrying of arms (and therefore is not really an idiom) but only in the service of an organized militia. No dictionary has ever adopted that definition, and we have been apprised of no source that indicates that it carried that meaning at the time of the founding. But it is easy to see why petitioners and the dissent are driven to the hybrid definition. Giving "bear Arms" its idiomatic meaning would cause the protected right to consist of the right to be a soldier or to wage war--an absurdity that no commentator has ever endorsed. SeeL. Levy, Origins of the Bill of Rights 135 (1999). Worse still, the phrase "keep and bear Arms" would be incoherent. The word "Arms" would have two different meanings at once: "weapons" (as the object of "keep") and (as the object of "bear") one-half of an idiom. It would be rather like saying "He filled and kicked the bucket" to mean "He filled the bucket and died." Grotesque.

The emphasis there is mine. I have always heard Justice Scalia has a razor-sharp wit. Looks like it's true. I'd surely hate to have that wicked humor coming my way.

Anyway, I imagine this won't be the only portion of the opinion that drives me to post. I can only imagine how much screaming and yelling I'll do when I get to the dissents...



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Update: Scalia:

The right "to carry arms in the militia for the purpose of killing game" is worthy of the mad hatter.

That there's funny, I don't care who y'are.

Down To The Quicks

Well, this is it, folks. According to folks who are damn-well better informed that me, The Supreme Court of the United States will be finishing up this session's bidness by handing out the remaining opinions tomorrow (6-26-08) at 10 a.m. Eastern.

This will include the Court's opinion on Heller.

I was pretty confident (for some reason) in the outcome, with my only concerns being that we'd hear one of these blanket opinions that seem to pander to all sides.

I WAS confident.

Then I heard about the Kennedy vs. Louisiana opinion, and now I think that at least five of the Justices are fucking space aliens.

No way I'm sleeping tonight.



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Illegaller

That's always sound policy, right? If you're afraid of something, make rules against it. If those don't work, make more rules. Clearly the fault is not in the ban of the thing; it's that the first rules weren't strict enough. If at first you don't succeed, make it more illegaller.

Though it may surprise some, this is not about guns. It's about fireworks. Seems that the jolly folks of San Antonio have a nanny-state-type city council who has decided that fireworks will be illegal this Fourth of July (unless, of course, you have a ton of money and a permit like the city will for its celebration, but I digress...).

What's that? This is normal practice? Don't think I didn't hear that. We'll get to that in a minute.

This year, the mere POSSESSION of fireworks within the city limits of the Alamo City will be a ticketable offense, carrying with it fines of up to $5,000.

Let that sink in for a minute. Just having fireworks in your car, in your house, or on your person (i.e. possession) could cost you five. Thousand. Dollars.

I dearly hope that whatever Law Enforcement or Firemen that read here aren't too terribly bent out of shape when I say that such a policy is a heaping, steaming, load large enough to fertilize every acre of farmland in Texas.

I am against fire, don't get me wrong. But, to criminalize the POSSESSION of a thing that someone MIGHT use that MIGHT ACCIDENTALLY zig when it was supposed to zag and cause a fire to the tune of more than most folks make in a month or two? That is shitty lawmaking, any way you slice it.

I don't altogether have an issue with fireworks. I don't buy them myself because I don't have enough money to do the really cool stuff (a la LawDog's 'Duck and Cover' Fireworks Extravaganza). Now that The Little Girl is getting a little older I may reconsider a few bottle rockets, etc., but Heaven Forbid should my travels take me through San Antonio after I've made my fireworks purchase.

And to add injury to insult, SAPD has actually gone through the trouble to assign under-by-gawd-cover officers to stake out the fireworks stands to see if folks are coming out of the city, buying fireworks, and re-entering the city. Those folks will be stopped, searched, and fined. I don't want to say out loud what I'm thinking (as I'm not the type to actually TRY something so dumb), but it's somewhere around "Let 'em try that shit on me."*

This is bullshit. Bushwa. A crock. Cockamamie. San Antonio lawmakers (and any other city with such policies) should be wholly and entirely ashamed of themselves.

Let me state this ONCE AGAIN, since clearly the message has been lost:

WE ARE NOT CHILDREN. DO NOT TREAT US LIKE CHILDREN.

We are not here to be led by you lawmakers. We are not here to provide a group to be guided. In short, we are not sheep, and you are most certainly NOT shepherds. You are public SERVICE officials; so serve.

Act like you've got a fucking brain in your head. And quit acting like we don't.



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*somewhere, my brother is thinking about this actually happening, and me being dumb enough to say it to the Nice Officer. And he's laughing while he's thinking about it.

Rain = Pour

So, in spite of all the recent Happy that I've accumulated (which has been in no short supply lately, thankfully), the hits, as they say, keep on coming.

Thursday brought me a nice little injury, for which I got to have a knee drained. That was fun, but the subsequent vasovagal reaction really hammered that home. Friday was the scheduled surgery to have a small syst removed from my left arm; a physically painless procedure that's sure to cause plenty of anguish later when I get the bill. Both Thursday and Friday will go toward my medical insurance deductible, which means I'm out my next $1000. BUT WAIT! There's more. My med. insurance renews on July 1, which means that grand goes in the toilet, eager to be replaced with the next year's deductible.

That doth suck.

Well, my morning was intersting. Fortunately, I'm okay. Corey, my dog, however isn't in great shape. Turns out that Death Breath of his actually has a cause: he has a pretty major infection in his upper jaw that's already cost him two teeth (one of which I found on the floor this morning). He's in some pain that was hidden by his interstellar personality, so I never saw it coming aside from the funky-assed breath. He's all screwed up, and he'll require IV antibiotics to kill of the infection while the surgical closure brings the open hole shut. Now I feel like a lousy dog owner.

Pardon the expression, but FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!

I don't mind when bad things happen to me. I can live with that. Like my knee: I could have easily told someone else to unload the van and I'd carry stuff off the dock, but NOOOOO. I had to get all "go-getter" and crawl in there on my hands and knees. My fault.

But this? This just isn't fair. I have to look Corey in his ever-forgiving loving eyes and know that if I'd just have carried his ass to the vet for some deep-cleaning of his pie-hole maybe this could have been avoided.

Oh, and let's not forget that the penalty won't be without its own financial burden. I'm into the vet's office for about $500.

I may not be made of money, but right now it seems like I'm Made Of Fail.

Dammit.

Y'all be thinking about Corey. He's been better.



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BIG Score

This weekend will not be one I forget soon.

The Wifey, The Little Girl and I gathered up and went out to the sticks where a friend of mine from work has some property. This land is where his humble home lies, whereupon he practices his MAD GRILLING SKILLZ. I bow before this man at the Alter of Fire and Dead Animals.

He, along with his wife, have his niece (9 years old) for a couple weeks. He thought it might be fun to include her in some shooty goodness, so I came prepared with my Winchester Model 77 Clip-fed (yes, Jay, I KNOW it's a magazine;) and 200 rounds of Remington Vipers.

Hanging out was cool, and the weather was strange, but after grilling in and out of the rain for a bit, much good critter was consumed in the form of chicken leg/thigh quarters and a couple racks of pork ribs. Yum-oh.

We finally decided to hang some cans off the chicken wire in the old chicken coupe and drill 'em full of holes. I took the first magazine to make sure the gun was in full functioning order. As some of you may recall, the last time I had the Model 77 out I had some regular feed-jams that I figured the fault of the magazine. It looks like that's still the case, but I decided to go ahead and let everyone have some fun at it anyway. My buddy took the next magazine, followed by his wife. They each experienced a feed-jam (dammit!), but we soldiered on. The next few shots went to the 9-year-old niece. She was cool and confident, but didn't score any hits on the first run. What happened next I'll never forget.


That is my daughter shooting cans with a .22LR being supported on one end by Daddy's crutch (the knee's still boogered up) and on the other by Daddy. That's cool; it's actually a bit heavy for a .22. Didn't matter, though. On her sixth shot (out of seven), she tore open a Sprite can.

Happiest. Day. Evah.

All and all, we only went through about 70 or so rounds, but the best shot was the last one taken. My buddy's niece got to have one last magazine. We were all eagerly anticipating her shots, which she was taking in good time. On her last shot, she ripped through the can and the zip-tie that held it on the chicken wire, sending the can crashing to the ground.

We all cheered.

Life is good. That makes three girls who's lives I've helped change by being a part of their first time shooting. I'm so proud of them.

And I'm kinda proud of me, too.



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Yeah, I'm Like That

Hanging out in the backfield, gently guiding things along in their natural sort of way. Unless someone gets a wild hair up their arse; then it's time to take that big walking stick and use it to pop the top on one seriously spell-charged Texas-sized can of Whoopass.

Yeah, I know. It's amazing I've ever been laid.

Your result for The What Middle Earth race do you belong to Test...

Wizard

You scored 0% Size & Strength, 76% Morality, 41% Aggression, and 65% Intelligence.

You scored high in morality and intelligence, but lower in physical strength and aggression, which means you're probably a Wizard. Counted among the very wise and (with that one exception) good creatures of Middle Earth are the Wizards, or Istari. Though they appear as old men, the Istari are actually powerful Maiar spirits sent from Valinor to Middle Earth to act as caretakers of the land and guides to men and beasts. Their supernatural heritage means they're also the only line of defense against rogue Maiar like Balrogs. Though only Gandalf, Saruman and Radagast are named through the novels, there are two other Wizards at large in Middle Earth, quietly working to bring tranquility to their surroundings.

Your polar opposite is the Urûk-Hai.

Take The What Middle Earth race do you belong to Test at HelloQuizzy

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So Sorry and a Ouchie

Sorry about the lack of posting. I really thought after last weekend I'd have more to talk about, but this week has been a monster. Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday were all made of teh fail at work, and today presented with a much more complicated issue.

Today was actually pretty good. Made of win, even. My guys and I finished a job in half a day, and headed back to the warehouse to unload and go to lunch. I was in the van (with that left knee that's been getting worse) throwing gear, tools, and boxes onto the dock while the other guys were moving that stuff to its proper home. It wasn't until I was all done that it happened: I was on my hands and knees (like a dumbass) crawling out of the van when, all of the sudden, POW!!!!1!!!1! There was what Marvin the Martian would call an "Earth-shattering kaboom" from my left knee, and at that point I experience some of the most intense pain imaginable. I was unable to bend it, straighten it, twist it, or walk on it at all. My knee was fuxored.

A call to the doctor who's been working on my knees put me back in the MRI, so off to his office I went. I had to have a guy bring me up in a wheelchair (with no damned leg supports on it). A short wait and it was MRI time, which was in and of itself intensely painful, since it meant manipulating my knee to get it into the machine. I almost screwed up images because of squirming. I finally got that over with, and went to see what was next. They wanted to set up a follow-up appointment for June 30th. WTF? Clearly they hadn't discussed this with my doctor, because I asked them just what I was supposed to do until then. "You know what? That's a good question," sayeth the lady beyond the counter, who decided it was time for a professional opinion. A short time later, I was in a room. My doctor had seen the images from my MRI, and wanted my butt in an exam room pronto.

The nurse was finishing up the basic "How'd it happen?" and "How bad's it hurt?" q & a when Doc walked in with a weird grin on his face. "{me}, you've got some shitty kneecaps don't you?" He wanted me to get up and see the MRI scans, which meant hopping. Sayeth he, "Yeah, I'm gonna make you hobble over there, but I guaruntee you'll walk out of here when we're done." He showed me the badness that was my left knee, making sure to point out the large amount of inflamed fluid and the bruise on top of my fibula (read: OUCHIE). He then had me hobble my arse back into the exam room where it'd be time for a procedure (read: oh, shit...).

I was to have the fluid removed from my knee right then and there. I was not prepared for this. I was a bit apprehensive (read: scared shitless). I told the nurse that I was a bit apprehensive. She asked if it was the needle. I told her that I routinely watch when I have blood drawn. Needles don't bother me. The idea of a particularly large needle inside me friggin knee, how-the-hell-ever, bothered me some. She was honest in that it was going to hurt some, but the pain I was feeling now would far outweigh the pain I'd feel from the needle.

I felt the tip break the skin, as the nurse was shooting a steady stream of lydocaine on the sight. Doc gripped my leg and gave me a kind of "hold on, here it comes" right before he rammed the rest of the needle in. It hurt, but I was too terrified to move, afraid that if I did I'd feel the needle in my knee. I couldn't really feel the pain after that, but I did get a strange sensation while the fluid was coming out. Then I could feel nothing, which must have been when the lubricant (effectively a shot of WD-40) and cortisone went in.

"That was quick," I thought as he lifted my knee from underneath and had me spin around to sit upright. He then had me "pump" my knee 10 times to force the lube/meds out through my knee. "Wow, that doesn't hurt at all." I was surprised. Then he had me stand up. "Wow, I can't believe it!" Then he had me walk across the small room to a chair (about four steps). Then he made me sit. Then he started asking if I was okay. Then I got a chill, just like the one you get right before you vomit. He said, "You want something to drink?" I accepted, but I wanted to tell him I felt nauseous. Then I went flush, and he asked again if I was okay. I told him I was dizzy, and then I coudn't fight resting my head on the wall...

A few minutes later I regained consciousness, and the room was full of people. One nurse had my legs up over heart level, one had my arm getting ready for a blood pressure cuff, and Doc staring me right in the eyes smiling. "There he is!" he said with a laugh, and the nurses smiled to hide the massive sigh of relief (note that by this time it's already 17:00, and they should be locking up the place, not trying to wake up a patient who's BP bottomed out). Another nurse handed me a cold wet towel for my forehead before bringing me a glass of OJ. I almost immediately felt better. I'm still a little dazed after he's explained why I fell I see The Wifey and The Little girl out of the corner of my eye, and start to wonder just how long I was out. Turns out that happens sometimes after a drain and fill: basically the brain says, "Hey, healing needs to occur down at the knee! Open up and pump ALL the blood to the knee!" A great idea, except that it doesn't leave much blood for the brain...

Well, I'm home. I'm gonna take tomorrow off and relax before the surgery I scheduled for tomorrow afternoon (having something removed from my arm). Hopefully by Monday the knee will be in better shape. I'll let you know.

So, how was y'all's day?



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So Much To Say

Okay. I know I knocked off a Dave Matthew's Band song title there. Hey, that could be a trend...

Anyway, I have a great deal to report! I got back from Dallas here at about 17:00, and am still excited from the trip. The gun show was as neat as it was huge, but since I didn't really get anything it didn't do all that much for me. It was really all about what took place after the show that really knocked it out of the park for me.

I was most cordially invited to a little after-party at the fabulous abode of The Fabulous LaPhlegme Fatale. It was like a friggin' gunblogger V.I.P. I was SUCH a geek. Imagine a third or fourth year guitarist going to a private invite-only party with to rub noses with the likes of Joe Satriani, Steve Vai, Eric Johnson and such. Just WOW.

Among the guests were Miss HollyB, Mr. JPG, Fat Hairy Bastard +1, MattG +3, Peter, Rabbit +1, and of course myself +2. You should have SEEN this thing. Every 10 or 15 minutes someone was pulling a gun out of some pocket or holster. *twitch* What a night. To add to the festivities, my dearest Elder Brother Brandon made the trip with my oldest niece. Much fun, food, and drink was had by all. I tried my best to make a decent impression while making my new friends, all the while being inundated by a free-flowing fountain of firearms knowledge. I couldn't have asked for a better Father's Day gift (thank you, The Wifey! You don't know how much it means to me!). The camaraderie was literally family-like. I cannot thank those of you in attendance enough for welcoming me into the fold. I look forward to the next gathering.

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In other news, I have always wanted to have a "Blogger's I've Met" section here at WSTGB Central. Well, I can finally start it up. Technically, I could have started it before now since the first one is my brother and the second is his wife. So, I figured I'd stack the links over there in the order that I've met them. I sincerely hope that list grows longer, and quick. Among the folks I'd love to add to that list are JayG (whose friendship couldn't have come at a better time), Oleg Volk, Marko Kloos, Tam, and of course LawDog, who is the reason I started blogging in the first place.

Here's to the bloggers I've met, along with the bloggers I may meet. Cheers to you all!



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The FUN Show!

"No time for love, Dr. Jones."


Headin' out, folks. Got a mild/moderate drive to Dallas for the gun show! I'm taking The Wifey along (so I don't come home with a boomstick that will get used on me) and The Little Girl. We'll also be staying overnight in Dallas.

A full report either Sunday evening or Monday afternoon.



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Teh Funny Strikes Again

Awesome? I don't know. He's lacking a thigh holster, Shoot Me First vest, or gloves.

Ahh, let him have it:)



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Eats and Drinks #1

In a highball glass with five ice cubes, carefully layer:

2 oz. Skyy Vodka
1 oz. Kamora Coffee Liqueur (if Kalhua is too pricey)
Quality half-and half (organic is very thick and rich)

Coat the rocks good with the vodka, and then pour the coffee liqueur squarely in the middle of the glass. Then, top off the glass SLOWLY with half-and-half. You're aiming for a single ice cube, so that the cream blends with the vodka and not the coffee liqueur. Done correctly, you'll have about 3/4 white liquid on top of 1/4 dark liquid, with a very definite separation inbetween.

Drink slowly, and allow each sip to slowly roll in a tiny bit of the coffee liqueur into the mix.

Enjoy!





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Tribulation

Ahhh, a sip of a White Russian to kickstart the Muse...

It was pointed out to me a couple years ago by someone close to me (not The Wifey) specifically some of the differences between a man and a woman. I'll tastefully ignore the 'birds/bees' jokes;)

One of the primary items of note was that women, being the emotional of the species (to the man's rational) have a sort of emotional savings account; a fuel cell of teh happy, if you will. Women, it seems, can have entire days consumed or even ruined by a single negative emotion when the needle gets close to "E."

Not to say that all is lost; on the contrary, as men we can head off significant strife for the woman/women in our lives by contributing to the contents of the emotional savings account. Since any day can be a rainy day, the more that's in there, the better. I know my wife can always use a pick-me-up, even if she's already up. I've always gotten a girlish sort of smile with a touch of blush when I deliver a well-timed compliment. I get an obvious sense of gratitude when I hold a door or stand aside for a woman I don't even know, occasionally noted by a particularly genuine, "Thank you!"

I know, not all women are "girlie" and melt over flowers/chocolates. All women - let me say that slowly for the hard-headed among us - ALL WOMEN are different. You are on your own to figure out what makes your woman tick. But they are all alike in one area, much to the chagrin of the males out there: women can see right through you. Women thrive on sincerity, and though there's An Exception To Every Rule, I've yet to meet a woman who didn't like to be let through first, have a door held, or a tactful compliment applied. So it has to be sincere. Nothing will make her day if it isn't. In fact, it can backfire if you don't mean it, so tread carefully. There is no greater joy than that of a woman's appreciation, but a woman's heart is no playground.

I say "Good morning" to every lady in my office every single day, and have done so for so long that they notice if I don't. I smile and ask if I can be of service whenever I'm not busy. Once I carried a PC from the parking lot for a very attractive young pregnant lady at Best Buy, and she could only tell me how thoughtful I was and how appreciative she was that she didn't have to carry such a burden with her current passenger of "9 months, any minute now" out in front of her. When a woman smiles like that, you just know.

You don't have to take my word for it. Hell, half of you probably don't even believe it. But try it anyway. You'll be pleased by her reaction. Be a gentleman. Be polite. Be decent.

Because she'll be on a full tank for a long time if she truly thinks she's the world to someone.



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Overload

There's been no shortage of blog-fodder for me lately. So why the four-day drought, you ask? There's actually been a bit too much. Combine that with a schedule that is so full as to drain me dry, and I just haven't been able to wrap my head around a decent post.

With a little luck, this weekend will give me a chance to sort through the better parts of what I've encountered and post about it. Until then...

I assume that all of you are already regular readers of Xavier's. No? Well, here's a taste:

Reality is an inflexible bitch of a mistress that will not be ignored or denied. Her partner, Physics, is blind to all the wails for civic justice and cyclist progress. Together, Reality and Physics are going to have their way.

The man can write, no?

Enjoy, and maybe I'll have something worthwhile up this evening or tomorrow sometime.



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One Man's Fail is Another Man's Funny

So, I'm cruising some of the images at Fail Blog and having a generally good laugh. Meanwhile, The Little Girl sneaks in while me and The Wifey are chuckling at this pic and proves her ever-evolving ability to read well:

The Little Girl: "FAIL!"
Us: "BWAAAAHAAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!!"

That is all.



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I Can Has Hordemember Status?!?!

I just noticed this past Sunday something I like to think of as a significant event in the life of this little blog.

Seems that The Mad Ogre is just mad enough to put up a link to MY BLOG!!!!!!!!!1!!ONE!!!!

RAWK!

I feel like a rockstar. So if you'll excuse me, I need to get drunk, spraypaint the walls, and throw my TV out the window;)



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Vacation Stuff

Click to embiggen. I don't normally post up pics in hi-res like this, but some folks save pics like these for wallpapers and such. Hell, some folks live their entire lives for pictures like these.

Jealous? No? Allow me to embellish. This is what the sunset looks like from the deck of the beach house in Corpus Christi, Texas. It overlooks some man-made channels that hook up to Laguna Madre and eventually to the Gulf of Mexico. I can go see this type of sunset any time I want.

Now you're jealous, I can tell;)

Seriously, though. This is the sole reason I didn't post for ten days there. We were staying at this house with the deck with that view. Here's the deck, view opposite the sunset. Uh, guess that'd be east. This one won't embiggen as much:


Pardon the poo on the deck (I can hear the "poop-deck jokes already). Seagulls are basically flying shit machines. And you thought pigeons were bad! This view is from the second (main) level of the deck, which is about four steps above the patio of the house. There's a smaller level above this one that serves as a balcony to the second story of the house. AWESOME to chill on the top deck with a nightcap. Amaretto, anyone? There's a lower level with a notch for a boat and a motorized ramp for parking a pair of jet skis.

Here's a view south, from the edge of the deck over the water:




You can see the patio about four steps down from this level. Pardon also the lack of speakers on the brackets above the staircase. Seems that with all their claims, Tannoy OUTDOOR/MARINE speakers are, in fact, susceptible to the ill affects of salt air. New, better for that soon.

One of these days I've got to figure out how to post pictures of The Little Girl while maintaining her intarw3bz anonymity. We got some seriously cute ones!

On this vacation, I discovered a couple of eats and drinks that filled me with teh hapy. First, Stone IPA is mo-wunderfulest. I likey alot. I've long been a fan of the dark richness of Belgian Ales (known by many as a meal in a glass), but lately I've learned of the flavor running the other direction that is the India Pale Ale. Daddy likey. Also, if'n you haven't experience grass-fed (a.k.a. open-range, organic, or tree-huggin hippie) steaks, you haven't truly lived. I know you think you have, but you are wrong. It is alot LIKE a gold prime steak, but with the added wonderfulness of having only fed what nature provides. It makes for a very different flavor of meat; so much so that some have accused it of being gamey. If gamey means chemical and quick-fattening free, then so be it. I know I sure liked it (and I say LIKED, because at $15.99/pound, I don't see me enjoying those on a regular basis!).

The entire family (all three of us) had an absolutely fabulous time over Memorial Day this year. The only thing I wish I had done was attend a parade and thank more vets.

So, while I have the chance, to all those who read my blog who A. are a vet, or B. love(d) one dearly:

THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!

Now, with that out of the way, everything else was as close to perfect as it could be. I hope you enjoyed the pictures some!



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