Sex at the weapons range!

 

I took a break from the stress of being a wildly successful entrepreneur today and cleaned a couple of my guns.  My favorite - a Ruger 22/45 and my six gun, a Ruger Blackhawk 45 Long Colt.  There is something relaxing about the process.  Disassembling them, cleaning each part, oiling them and reassembling them.  The only thing better is shooting them of course.

So, in keeping with my right wing extremist persona,  I went to the weapons range to play.  Well, it seems I interrupted a hot sex session right there at the range.  It seems the couple didn't mind so much, in fact the let me shoot a bit of video and take a couple of photos.  I thought you might enjoy it!

And as for my results, not bad.  50 rounds at 25 ft - 90% in the black.  50 rounds at 25ft - 70% in the black, 50 yards - 80% on an 8x11 sheet of paper.  I'll take it for the first outing of the spring.

Second round to TEA Party photos and one more video.

A few more photos and a "tour" video of the TEA Party for those interested.

TEA Party Interviews

For those interested, here are my TEA Party interviews from my visit to the Dubuque, Iowa TEA Party today.

Easter Traditions - a melding of families.

Traditions are interesting things.  Husbands and wives reach into the bag that is their life together and pull out various traditions.  These are mixed and molded with a love of their own to create their own, individual family tradition.  It is one of the glues that hold families together, that allows us to look into the past and see our roots, to embraces our differences and to celebrate our coming together.

Susie and I had a number of traditions for our kids at Easter.  We colored the eggs for the Easter Bunny.  He is, of course, quite small and simply can't carry enough eggs for all the children.  He does leave candy though to satiate the sweet tooth. 

The Easter Bunny hides the eggs around the living room.  Susie and I always appreciated that since it put off getting dressed a bit first thing in the morning before church.

Jeremy's family also have the tradition of flying a kite on Easter.  So, after church Miss Adeline and her dad went out for her first Iowa flight.  It was a huge success!  And, of course, being grandparents, all of these things are well documented.

The Coloring of the Eggs

 

The Hunt is ON!!

 

 

 

The Ladies if full Easter Garb

Let's go fly a kite!

 

One additional tradition - you must pay for good entertainment.  At the end of this clip is a "delightful" clip and Chrissy and Jeremy "discussing" a project they worked on in their home.  It was fun banter to watch.  An old partner of mine, while watching Susie and I grumble with each other, slowly reached into his pocked and gently laid a quarter on my desk.  We stop and asked what the quarter was for.  Bob smiled and said "I always feel like I should pay for entertainment!"  We gave both Chrissy and Jeremy a quarter, money well spent.

And so our Easter traditions continue and grow.  They are the glue that holds the family history together.  Enjoy!

Sick on the road

I hate being sick - really hate it.  I can usually ignore the aches, barfies, headache - hell I once drove to a customer 5 hours away, presented my system (they bought BTW) and drove home - all with vertigo where it felt like I was continually falling backwards.  Yep, I can ignore things pretty well.

I did a rode trip the last few days to Minnesota.  One customer and two business partners.  On Monday I really felt like crap.  Every joint ached, the back of my legs felt really weird and tingly (no, I am not following in the footsteps of Chris Matthews) and a fever was playing with my body.  Tuesday I had two of the meetings and by the end of the last and a two hour drive to the next motel stop, I was pretty well wiped.  Drugs took the edge off the aches and rest helped.  About 2AM this morning my fever broke and I was soaked by the time I woke up.  Finally, I gave up for the day.  I had hours to drive, hours of meetings and then 4 hours home.  I called and rescheduled.  Heavy Sigh!  I hate to disappoint a business partner and I hate being sick on the road.  I'm home now, caught up on the email and look forward to curling up with the TV, a book and pasting my body back together.  Lots to do yet this week!

Palm Sunday

 

Today was Palm Sunday. Honestly, I am always quite startled that it begins with Jesus’ procession into Jerusalem and ends with his burial. I remember the palm part and forget the burial part. Regardless, it always sets my mind to working on the “why” of it all.

I was born and raised Lutheran – Missouri Synod – and converted to the Catholic Church over 15 years ago. Honestly, I have never been hung up on the differences between Catholic and Protestant, I suspect we understand so little of the true nature of God and Christ that we most certainly have a number of things wrong.

However, I am certain of the foundation:   “For God loved the world so much that he gave his one and only Son, so that everyone who believes in him will not perish but have eternal life.”

That is, after all, the nature of faith. I have faith that God exists. I have faith that He sent His Son to die for my sins. I have faith that if I believe and accept this and live accordingly, that I will have an eternal life with Him.

I am also an engineer – raised in the scientific tradition. I question, probe, evaluate, poke, prod and simply wonder. Why?

If a being is God, why do this at all?

Why create a universe to begin with?

Why create human? What else did he create?

Why create Adam and Eve with free will? Since God could clearly see through all time, He was well aware of what was to come – why do anything at all?

Has he done this before? Are we simply one of many experiments through out existence?

What would lead the Supreme Being to sacrifice his Son for our salvation?

How do you say thank you?

Why does a Supreme Being need a Son?

Why save us at all? Why not simply start over?

And so my mind goes. I pray that I am the best me I can be. I know I am not. I have no idea how to thank Him for his gift. I know I am not worthy.

I ask for forgiveness anyway.