Archive for category: Family

Turkey Day 2018

22 Nov
November 22, 2018

This is the first Thanksgiving for The Fiancée and me. We’ve got both clans invading the house – I mean, joining us for dinner.

For those of you who wish to participate in Black Friday festivities, I recommend perusing The Wirecutter’s Black Friday page.

I wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving and successful Black Friday.

Umm, What?

05 Nov
November 5, 2018

We’ve been taking the cats to get their shots. We’re down to the last one.

Wife To Be: We need to make an appointment for Colonel.

Receptionist (after a few moments typing): Have we seen him before?

Wife To Be: Yes. Why?

Receptionist: Because I’m not seeing Colonel. (Types a moment) The only one we haven’t seen recently is Kow-Low-Neel (this is she how pronounced the name).

Wife To Be (before I can step in): Yeah, that’s him.

I think I rolled my eyes hard enough to give me a headache.

New Geography

15 Oct
October 15, 2018

For those of you who haven’t been following along, over the summer I moved from northern Hillsborough to Parrish, which is in the northern part of Manatee. We have nearby the cities of Palmetto, Bradenton, and Sarasota. All three of those are mushed up together, and I’m still learning where one city ends and the others begin.

The Fiancée and I were driving about and we went by a Winn-Dixie that’s not in the best part of Palmetto. How do I know? Because The Fiancée gets that “I’m glad you’re carrying your gun” look on her face.

Range Day Hijinks

09 Oct
October 9, 2018

Since I was off on Monday, Shootin’ Buddy and me decided to hit the range. I needed to rotate the carry ammo any way.

Sunday night, The Fiancée and I headed to Walmart to pick up ammo and other items. The range ammo is some IWI shit that has primers made out of titanium or something. All I know is my rate of F2F’s is horrific using it. Of course, it’s Walmart, so it takes a while for the clerk to come to unlock the case. Then she has to see my ID. Good news, because of all the weight I’ve lost, I don’t look like my photo. Bad news is I don’t look like my photo. For a moment, I was wondering if I was going to be able to buy the ammo.

Heading home, The Fiancée and I discussed gun terminology. She knows very little about guns, and really doesn’t want to know much more. Just enough to understand what I’m saying. There was some confusion about why a revolver isn’t considered a semi-auto because a revolver fired one round with each squeeze of the trigger. We also discussed the difference between ball and JHP ammo, and why they were different prices.

Monday I picked up Shootin’ Buddy and we went to the range. We both ran my M&P for a bit before switching over to his Glock… damn, I forgot my Glock decoder ring. It’s one of the subcompact .45’s. Shootin’ Buddy prefers the bigger bullet. I remembered why I don’t like shooting small Glocks. I really dislike Glock Knuckle. Still, we had fun turning money into noise.

Then it was time to window shop. We looked at – and lusted over – the Ruger PC9. Especially the suppressed version the range was selling for $1,000 (including tax stamp!). I really think my next AR-style rifle will be a Sig MCX. I’m liking those more and more. Someone also picked up the All American 2000 out of the used case that I was eyeing the last time I went shooting.

Overall, not a bad way to spend a day off.

Different Values

24 Sep
September 24, 2018

The Fiancée and I were heading to our engagement picture shoot. I’m wearing new jeans that I bought at a regular (non-Bit & Tall) shop.

The Fiancée: How do those jeans fit?

Me: The pockets are too small.

The Fiancée: Is that really the most important thing for guys?

Me: It’s in the top five.

The Fiancée: So what’s the most important?

Me: That my junk isn’t smooshed.

I’ll be here all week folks!

First Date Plus One Year

03 Sep
September 3, 2018

The Fiancée and I celebrated our first date anniversary last weekend. We went back to the same restaurant and talked about our year together. This time I didn’t forget my debit card at the restaurant.

The diet was put aside as we enjoyed ourselves. Maybe a bit too much. Still, it was worth it. Plus, it was nice that we went back to the same home instead of separate homes.

Safe Moving Today

23 Aug
August 23, 2018

I’m moving my big gun safe down to my new place today. Which means unloading everything. Where the hell did I get some of this stuff?

Conversations in Weight Loss

09 Aug
August 9, 2018

Since Publix was running a BOGO on my breakfast sandwiches, I decided to get a box of their lower calorie ones to try. Had the first one this morning.

Me: Okay, these sandwiches aren’t too bad. I guess I’ll switch over to these.

Fiancée: Not too bad? Aren’t the other ones better?

Me: Not 60 calories better. That’s almost two Oreo thins. I’ll take less breakfast to be able to eat two Oreos. I gotz muh priorities!

Moving and Changes

25 Jul
July 25, 2018

It’s weird when the house I’ve lived in for the last fifteen years feels less and less like home. Part of it is the cats aren’t there. Part of it is The Fiancée isn’t there. And part of it is so much of my stuff isn’t there. Hell, I’ve only got a few more things to move and the rest of my stuff is going to either family (which includes friends) or charity.

It’s weird going from living alone to now living with two women. It’s an adjustment to my thinking and expectations. Combine the fact that both The Fiancée and I are in “purge” mode in order to fit two houses into one. Well, two-and-a-quarter houses because her adult niece (who is now living with us) brought her stuff.

I just want to get everything done and figure out my routines. Unfortunately, things have to go in stages. This can’t go until this is already moved or that person has space freed up to take

Week of Highs and Lows

09 Jul
July 9, 2018

The personal life was a rolling through hills and valleys last week. Some of this my readers may already know from my posts last week.

Last Sunday was the birthday, and I received a lot of well wishes on the Book of Face, and some Amazon monies. Since The Girlfriend’s birthday and mine are so close, we decided to hold off any major celebration until the weekend after Independence Day.

I had a short week at the day job as I was taking off Thursday and Friday. It was still the beginning of the month, so I still had my monthly reports to get out. So, like the Bloodhound Gang lyrics, “Short and hard, like a bodybuilding elf.”

Tuesday night, The Girlfriend took our newest cat Rose to the vet. The cat came to me originally as a foster from my sister-in-law, and we decided to just keep her. She was a feisty, bossy little thing that was always hungry. We discovered part of the reason after taking the cat to the vet. Cancer. So, we decided to give that little cat the best home she could have until the disease took her. Which it did on Tuesday.

Wednesday was momentous, not because it was Independence Day, but because it was Cat Moving Day. Due to jobs, logistics, and houses, The Girlfriend and I decided that it would be best for me to move down to her place in Parrish than for her to move up to northern Hillsborough County. Wednesday was the day I moved my two cats down to be introduced to hers. Yes, we have a lot of cats. No, I’m not going to tell you how many. Yes, it’s less than ten.

Then came Wednesday night. With heart pounding in my chest, I popped the question. The Girlfriend is now The Fiancée.

Thursday was busy. The Fiancée’s niece moved in a few weeks ago after she left her husband. The niece asked if we would mind if she switched from the bedroom at the front of the house to the spare room at the back. This actually works out well, as it forced a purge and consolidation to turn the spare room into a bedroom and the bedroom into my home office. It was also a lot of work.

Friday was The Fiancée’s birthday and we celebrated by exchanging gifts. With the moving, we agreed to a $20 limit on gifts this year. I got her a cute coffee mug, and she got me a sign to go on the door of my new home office. Friday we also announced to the Facebook world we were engaged. The Fiancée has a lot more FB friends than I do. After celebrating, we did some quick shopping and then back to work. This was capped off with the AC going out Friday night, and the repair guy not being available until Saturday morning. Shakes were obtained from Sonic and multiple fans set up. It was a long, hot, and sweaty night. And not in a good way.

Saturday morning involved waiting for the AC guy to show up, fix the bad capacitor, and enjoy the rush of the first cool air in fifteen hours. Then more work. For the record, the desks we bought from Target went together so easily, I was almost suspicious. I also highly appreciated how the small parts were bundled by assembly step rather than one big bag.

Saturday night was a combination birthday/engagement dinner hosted and cooked by The Brother and Shooting Buddy. Both of them are into molecular gastronomy, and this was one of their chances to pull out the stops. The main course was a chicken breast with bacon glued on one side, grilled, and topped with a pepper jack cheese sauce. High end stuff. After dinner was board games and convivial company.

Yesterday was more work in the morning. The day was capped off with a birthday/engagement party at her parents’ house. Good food and good people. And more Amazon money. Which is good because Prime Day is a week away.

I’m on leave for the next couple of days while I do work on my house to get rid of stuff and box up stuff going down to my new home. It’s going to be weird for me to be in the house without my two fur balls getting underfoot.

It was a very busy week. On the good news front, my two cats have assimilated (or dominated) into the household with minimal growling, hissing, and spitting. We haven’t had any real fights. On the bad side, The Fiancée and I have had some frustrations as we get used to living with each other after living independently for years. Sometimes life decides to cram a month’s worth of moments into a week.