Borked

Borked:  (adj) When something is broken so bad that even the spelling is affected.  See also:  this blarg.

 

Jennifer, of InJennifersHead fame, somehow or other also administers this measly little barg.  Jennifer went hunting for gremlins amongst the plugins on her site earlier today, and apparently one either got away from her, or she was using a more powerful round than she needed, as our little corner of the Intarwebz got borked at the same time.  However, the first I knew of it was when she emailed to apologize and say that it was fixed and content (ie, text) was back up.  Photos were lost, however, which, considering my photography skillz, has left a grand sum of 0 (zero) artsy-types crying.  Oh, well.

 

So, y’all just read the cleverly sarcastic comments, imagine whatever the pic is talking about, and expect photos to resume from this point on, until Jennifer gets a higher caliber round (har…see what I done there?) and goes hunting again.

 

-RabidAlien

Necessity.

As they say, necessity is the mother of invention.  Or the weird-uncle-on-mothers-side-whom-we-never-mention-because-he’s-Methodist.  Something like that.  So, anyway, we’ve got a yard full of Texas weeds (which are stubborn, resistant, ornery, and all over the place), a multi-year drought with severe watering restrictions imposed by the city (and the resultant fines which I do NOT want to have to pay if caught watering outside the approved times), and some unhappy tendons in my knees that growl at me whenever my approved evening watering times roll around mid-week.

 

Enter:  necessity.

 

I needed to get motivated to hop off my lazy butt and get out to spread some weed killer granules.  Easy enough, just dump the bag in the broadcaster and wander aimlessly around the yard until the hopper is empty, right?  Then drop the sprinkler, set my watch for 10 minutes, move sprinkler, set watch, move sprinkler….due to the water situation, we don’t have enough water pressure to run a sprinkler in the front yard and the back yard simultaneously (from previous experience, the back yard tends to just shoot water out in a straight line, not oscillating at all…which makes for a bright green happy stripe of grass amidst all the brown), so this gets old, quick.  Being almost at level 70 with my witch doctor in Diablo III has absolutely nothing to do with it, I swear.

 

Enter:  solution.

 

Awoke this morning to my alarm going off, as usual.  Rounded up the dogs, who mercifully slept all night, got them moving in the direction of the back yard, and opened the door.  Behold….it is raining.  Not your typical 5-minute-OMG-Noah-would-be-proud Texas thunderflood, but one of those awesome all-day soaker drizzles.  Excellent.  This will do nicely.

 

Shove the beagles and Dane out the door, grab a T-shirt (I don’t want to inflict the sight of me in just a pair of shorts, yardwork shoes, and floppy hat on the neighbors.  Or on the cops who would shortly be called), trashbag, and bungee cord.  Move the broadcaster into the garage from its semi-permanent parking place on the back porch (there to remind me that I need to put down the weed granules….which it has done for at least a week now), give it a quick swipe with a towel, dump in the granules, bungee a kitchen trash bag over the top to keep the granules dry and spreadable, ensure floppy wide-brimmed hat is securely in place, and out I go into the rain.  ProTip:  granules spread just as well when its drizzly as when its 110F outside, bonus points for the spread-er not passing out from the heat.

 

Boom.  Yard’s been granulated.  Or spreadified.  Or weedinator’d.  Something like that.  I’m only slightly dampened, although from the sounds of it, the rain has picked up a bit outside.  See?  Even the Lord Himself approves of such efficiency!!!  And since a husband/father’s work is never done, I move on to the next item on my checklist:  browse the web before seeing if I can level my witch doctor a bit more.

 

-RabidAlien

Saturday, June 14, 2014

Spent a couple of hours at the range this morning, sent a few mags downrange, enough to know that more frequent trips wouldn’t hurt.  One of these days, when funds aren’t so tight, maybe I can manage to make that happen.  Anyway, brought Serenity’s brother and his wife with us, as well as a young friend of ours.  He brought his old Beretta 9mm, which I found to be a surprisingly fun gun to shoot, and it didn’t feel to awkward in my hand (Glocks, I have to admit, feel like I’m trying to wrap my hand around a 4×4 fencepost).  Our sister-n-law started slowly, on the .22, and worked her way up to firing a couple of rounds through Serenity’s .45.  Our young friend even put a few .45′s downrange.  A great time was had by all, and best of all, it was our sister-n-law’s first time to the range.  She swore it would not be her last trip.  Judging from the expression in the pics below, I tend to believe her.  This, folks, is what its all about.  THIS is how we win the battle.  One new shooter at a time.

The Grin.  Love seein' that!!!!  Behind her is our young friend, who shoots better than a lot of adults I know (*cough*myself*cough*)

The Grin. Love seein’ that!!!! Behind her is our young friend, who shoots better than a lot of adults I know (*cough*myself*cough*)

First time driving a .45.  We'll work on grip later.  Today was all about the fun.  Safe fun.

First time driving a .45. We’ll work on grip later. Today was all about the fun. Safe fun.

-RabidAlien

 

 

The eye's have it.

FtWorth Nature Center, 5-25-2014

Went and did a little bit of hiking today.  Trail is roughly a mile loop, but close to half of it is in open prairie, so unless you brought your own shade (LOVE boonie-hats!!!), there’s none to be had.  The upside, though, would be the views.  The cacti are blooming, so there were splotches of yellow everywhere you looked….this also made it REALLY convenient to help avoid making awkward choices when the 5-year-old decides she needs to run behind the bushes.  Critter-count today, 1 jackrabbit, two deer encountered just off the trail, the usual prairie dogs and occasional vulture (remember the hot, open prairie-land I mentioned?  Yeah…he was circling, waiting for the fat guy in the grey and white cammo boonie hat to keel over.  Booya, I won this round, buddy!), and….seven or eight buffalo that came around to grab a drink from a small pond/tank.  Including a wee one, who stuck close to mama and managed to find every dang treelimb to put between me and him so that the autofocus on my camera would render him just blurry enough to make the pic worthless.  They learn this trick at such a young age, darn them.  So, without further ado, pics from today:

 

White flowers.  Probably weeds, I'll have to check my yard at home to verify, since weeds are all that I seem able to grow.

White flowers. Probably weeds, I’ll have to check my yard at home to verify, since weeds are all that I seem able to grow.

According to K-bug, these are "warthog" tracks.  I was gonna say "deer", myself, but hey, who am I to argue?

According to K-bug, these are “warthog” tracks. I was gonna say “deer”, myself, but hey, who am I to argue?

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Riiiiiiicola!

Riiiiiiicola!

Small family of prairie dogs.

Small family of prairie dogs.

Standing guard.  This guy was one of the first to the water hole.  He got a drink, then turned around and walked about three lengths away, and stood there until everyone else had a drink.

Standing guard. This guy was one of the first to the water hole. He got a drink, then turned around and walked about three lengths away, and stood there until everyone else had a drink.

For some reason, "The Boys Are Back In Town" started running through my head when I watched these two amble up.

For some reason, “The Boys Are Back In Town” started running through my head when I watched these two amble up.

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Slurp.

Slurp.

Texas hiking weather.

Texas hiking weather.

Danger.  Do not feed the animals.  Beware of Mama with young'un....she's probably frazzled and ready to rip someone's head off.

Danger. Do not feed the animals. Beware of Mama with young’un….she’s probably frazzled and ready to rip someone’s head off.

The eye's have it.

The eye’s have it.

snapping turtle

snapping turtle

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Hi!  I'm gonna sit here on the edge of the trail until you're like two feet away, then explode into motion and stampede ten feet down the game trail, then stop to watch you crap your pants.  Oh, and I've cleverly inserted a bunch of random grass blades between me and the auto-focus on your camera.  Heh.  Tourists.

Hi! I’m gonna sit here on the edge of the trail until you’re like two feet away, then explode into motion and stampede ten feet down the game trail, then stop to watch you crap your pants. Oh, and I’ve cleverly inserted a bunch of random grass blades between me and the auto-focus on your camera. Heh. Tourists.

Monkeying around with exposure and gamma.

Monkeying around with exposure and gamma.

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-RabidAlien

Cavanaugh Flight Museum, May 18, 2014

As promised, we went to church this morning, hit Central Market for some grub, had a quick(ish) lunch at home (nothing is “quick” with a 5 year old), then headed over to Cavanaugh (detoured by REI in Dallas to exchange a backpack that had a tear in it).  They had the P-40N Warhawk, the P-51 Mustang, a Douglas A-1 Skyraider, the ever-present AT-6, a Grumman FM-2 Wildcat (this one plane sounds like a very large herd of Harley’s rumbling through the sky) and one or two OS-2 BirdDogs flying around.  The belle of the ball, however, was Glacier Girl, a P-38j that was part of a flight that crash-landed in Greenland (which, ironically, is mostly ice) back in ’42.  Due to U-boat action in the Atlantic and the dire need for planes, the Army Air Corps would send a group of fighters along with a couple of bombers (B-17s or B-24s) on a circuitous flight up to Canada, Greenland, then over to England.  It was quicker back then.  This group hit some bad weather on the leg to England, turned back, and had to ditch on the glacier.  All of the planes were written off, although every crewman was rescued after 10 days or so, with no serious injuries.  Back in the 90′s, a team went back to Greenland to see if they could find the planes, and were able to locate and excavate one of the ’38′s from over 200 feet of ice.  Its taken 10+ years, but the P-38 (dubbed “Glacier Girl” for fairly obvious reasons) has been fully restored.  The engines, gauges, panels, even the four 50-cal machine guns and one 20mm cannon in the nose are all originals, retrieved from the glacier.  Everything is in working order.  This has got to be one of the most spectacular, awesome warbirds ever built (in my humble and oft-ignored opinion).  I recently read that there are now only 15 or so flying P-38′s left in the world, including Glacier Girl.  I cannot express how sad that makes me feel.

 

But, without further ado (or rambling) on my part, photos!!!

 

The Girl!
The Girl!

 

A1-Skyraider.  They maintain these birds lovingly, the exhaust streaks are a testament to how hot those gasses are.

A1-Skyraider. They maintain these birds lovingly, the exhaust streaks are a testament to how hot those gasses are.

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Aaaah, sunlight!

Aaaah, sunlight!

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All systems running!

All systems running!

Closing the lid

Closing the lid

OS-2 slips by in the background

OS-2 slips by in the background

Port engine, check!

Port engine, check!

Starboard engine, check!

Starboard engine, check!

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The gentleman opening the canopy was instrumental in getting the expedition together, raising Glacier Girl, and getting her restored.  ::salute::

The gentleman opening the canopy was instrumental in getting the expedition together, raising Glacier Girl, and getting her restored. ::salute::

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Another OS-2 watches from across the taxiway, next to the C-47 (troop transport version, with windows)

Another OS-2 watches from across the taxiway, next to the C-47 (troop transport version, with windows)

Kilroy was here

Kilroy was here

ka-frikky-BOOM!!!

ka-frikky-BOOM!!!

OS-2 marking smoke

OS-2 marking smoke

I like it!!!!  ....can I get a cushion or phone book to sit on?

I like it!!!! ….can I get a cushion or phone book to sit on?

Vroom!

Vroom!

Daddy, can I keep it?

Daddy, can I keep it?

 

Original barrels (three .50-cal machine guns, and the 20mm cannon)

Original barrels (three .50-cal machine guns, and the 20mm cannon)

ME-109.  This is what the P-38 Lightning had for breakfast.

ME-109. This is what the P-38 Lightning had for breakfast.

This....this is just AWESOME!

This….this is just AWESOME!

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OS-2 taking some lucky guy up for a ride

OS-2 taking some lucky guy up for a ride

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Wildcat fires up the engine behind the Warhawk

Wildcat fires up the engine behind the Warhawk

Kick the tires and light the fires!

Kick the tires and light the fires!

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The business end

The business end

Okay, lets go!

Okay, lets go!

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Serious stick-time

Serious stick-time

They've got something for everyone here!

They’ve got something for everyone here!

Formation

Formation

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-RabidAlien

Quorum Park, Addison Tx

Went out and met with some friends in Addison this afternoon (hopefully, many pics and much fanboy squeeing tomorrow after we go to Cavanaugh Flight Museum in Addison, who happens to be hosting Glacier Girl this weekend!!!).  Managed to snap a couple of pics with my cell phone (really REALLY need to bring a better camera whenever I’m out.  Mental note…I need a better camera.) before two youngsters, who shall remain unnamed, started splashing water all over the place.

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Fountain2web

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-RabidAlien

Perfect Fit

Well we are what 2 weeks into having Rebel in our home. All the animals are adjusted and doing well together. Frankly we love Rebel and the love that he brings to our family. He is our protector. Max barks way less now because he doesn’t feel threatened as much I guess. We had a problem with him pulling us all over the place on a leash, it actually scared me to that point of never walking him again. So someone told us to look into those Gentle Leader harnesses and within minutes of him having it on it was 100% better. And he is a joy to walk now, he is incredibly friendly and loveable. He needs more attention than either of our beagles. So leaving town without him might be an issue and I just hope when we do we can get someone to just stay at our house (hint hint)

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photo 2He actually thought he was going to take over Rebel’s bed

I think I’m sold on always having a Great Dane in our life. Amazing dogs! He is like owning a celebrity. People want to take photos with him and stuff, going to the park attracts a lot of attention. You don’t know a Great Dane’s strength until he decides to jump on you. He gets excited when we get home from work and tries to jump up on you. He loves fresh water, and drinks triple the amount of water the beagles do and eats probably close to 6 cups of food a day, he loves his tug rope which upsets the beagles they don’t understand his playful growl I guess. He is scared of Miss. Molly (our oldest beagle) she does not like him coming around her so she just growls at him and he whimpers away. She got trampled once already so she she is done! I think when Molly decides to leave us Max will do much better handling the loss now that Rebel is around. I’m glad this situation fell into place. K-Bug does really well around him and anything she does rolls right off his back. She loves it when he comes into her room in the morning and wakes her up. I came home from work recently and he had stickers all over his back. He is so gentle with her, Max is scared of her and Molly snips,barks & growls so this is the first real dog she can be around that loves her back. She can’t wait until she’s old enough to walk him her self. She gets Max right now because he is her size.

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- Serenity

It’s Official!

It’s official folks. We have welcomed Rebel to our home. Yesterday was probably the most crazy day I’ve had in a long long time. Started off with my work’s Annual Awards Breakfast so basically two hours of standing and helping with awards running powerpoint. Then to a nice lunch out with my co-workers to celebrate a good year and my Birthday. I think I sat in my office a total of 3 hours the entire day. I got a call around 5 from my grandma telling me that K-bug was having some issues and that we needed to call the doctor. The doctor ended up saying you need to take her to Urgent Care (Children’s has sub hospital near us normally quick to get in and out) basically she couldn’t go potty and had to get a cath put in they drained her and then tested for infection. They did not find anything wrong. But I was still up with her all night last night she would just start crying horribly and then fall back to sleep and wake up and then fall back to sleep. I really have no idea. In the mean time of all this I was on my way an hour away to pick up Rebel. RabidAlien picked up and took K-bug in while I went to get the dog. Basically it came down to me driving all the way back and straight to Urgent Care where RabidAlien switched out with me and took Rebel home to introduce him to the beagles. I expected our older beagle to have issues but not my Max. So I think I rolled in with K-bug around 9pm none of us had dinner or really felt like eating with so much going on. We needed to get K-bug settled and then Rebel settled and I needed to unpack from my day’s events and of course facebook photos. So I admit that I may have bitten off a bigger chunk than I realized. But Rebel is the biggest softy in the world. He immediately took to me, slept next to me. He learned how to ask to go outside he learned how to get water (he rather not unless he has to use the community water bowl) He likes the fresh tap. So I might want to clean my bathroom sink daily. I wonder what his bark sounds like? I hope he’s not to awfully sad. His story is sort of sad, no abuse we don’t think his first owner was murdered so the lady who had inherited him took I think good care of him. But she was in a bitter divorce where her x-husband took all the money so she could not afford to feed him any more and his shots are out of date. And she fixing to take him to the pound, someone had Facebooked the situation and I not only wanted to somehow help this lady but I wanted to adopt the dog. I raised a couple hundred to get some gift cards for her she is packing up a house on her own after just having back surgery. I didn’t pay anything for Rebel he was free to a good home. A purebred they go for around $1500 as puppies. I couldn’t just let him get put down at some point. I could yes easily just call a rescue shelter and take him there. But I knew when I saw him I couldn’t not without at least trying to see how he does with us first. He’s 4yrs old in great shape/health. Very laid back doesn’t let anything get to him I can tell he will be very loyal. So we are starting an adventure this year for sure! One cat is semi okay with him and the other will need time I think I have a puncture wound through the finger to proof that one. LOL

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- Serenity

Need Help!

We have come across a situation. And I decided I wanted to ask for help. A friend of mine posted about some dogs who need homes on facebook. One was a Great Dane which he really caught my eye. I finally was able to get a hold of the lady who owns him. And she was telling me about her situation. She was involved in a very bad divorce, and she was left with no money or a real way to take care of herself or her daughter she’s working to find a job. The other two dogs have been placed but Mr. Rebel has not so we may take him and work to find him a home on our end and if he really fits in fabulous with our little family and the zoo we already have then we may just keep him. But I saw another need in the process of talking about the dog. I saw this lady needing help. She said her friends were buying the dog food buying her gas and food and trying to help where they could. I feel like this is a opportunity to show God’s love. I’ve received some donations already. I thought maybe if we could raise enough we could get her a Gas Gift Card and maybe a Target gift card. If you want to donate please do it by Thursday February 20th. The easiest would be Paypal you can send that to me at serenitygunner@gmail.com even if it’s $5 whatever you can give would be such a blessing to someone who truly needs it. Julie is having to move in with her mother along with her daughter in a small 2 bedroom apartment and hopefully she can find a job quickly. Please consider helping! If you have any questions or concerns please contact me.

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- Serenity