11/18/10

OK, so Friday the 12^th I went to lunch with mom and then to the Credit Onion. I'd had the thought that I could ask for some more “walkin’ around money” to be added to the loan. I asked and she suggested refinancing the signature loan I have, which was almost paid off by the way, instead. This we did. By getting $1,000.00 “walkin’ around money” and refinancing Ms. Clio, my monthly output dropped... wait, I just did the math and even I can't believe this, my monthly payments dropped about $200.00! Woo to the ever-lovin’ hoo! I had $450.00 put in my checking and took $550.00 in cash thinking I'd take $500.00 to Gregg. Of course by the time I was finished with the CU, it was rush hour Friday afternoon. There was no way I was getting to and from Grapevine in a reasonable amount of time. I called him back and said I'd see him later in the weekend, having called earlier to say I was bringing him money. I went to the Shooster’s Club with the Judge instead. I'd brought with me twenty rounds of Federal 000 buckshot ammo, fifty rounds of No Name Reload ammo I'd bought somewhere, thirty rounds of that Texas Wheeler reloaded ammo I buy at the gun shows, and ten rounds each of the Werewolf ammo and the Flying Ashtrays. I paid and went in to set my target. First I blasted fifteen 000 buck shot shells at a target. The gun performed flawlessly and was pretty darned accurate. Next I shot twenty or thirty of the No Name Reloads at a new target. Yeah, even at the longest distance that range has, say fifteen yards, I was in the kill zone. Then I tried five Flying Ashtrays. Holy crap! The muzzle flash and report were spectacular. The Werewolf rounds looked and sounded more like the reloads so I'm assuming they were all standard pressure loads. I know the Flying Ashtrays are +P. I finished off the No Name bullets but left five each of the Werewolf and Flying Ashtray rounds as well as ten Texas Wheelers. I went home and updated the ammunition inventory in the laptop and wasted the evening. At some point earlier in the week, my brother from Austin (yeah, the pinko commie whose Dumbocrat vote I hopefully canceled in the election) called to ask if I wanted to go see the last TCU football game in the old stadium for my birthday. I said, “Sure,” and we arranged for me and mom to meet him at the Out House Steak place on Bryant Irvin Road Saturday at noon. Of course that meant I couldn't go to the shop Saturday morning. Did that prevent me from going to the shop Saturday morning? No, don't be silly. John asked if I were going and I ‘splained about the football invitation. I suggested we work on Lil' Wiggly in my driveway instead. Unfortunately, he’d already made plans with Dave Heeter to do some stuff with Heeter’s car at the shop. I agreed that I'd show up and stand around looking pretty. After a little while of that, I went home to get ready for the game. Mom and I drove to the Out House, in two cars, and met my brother. During lunch, my pinko brother was complaining about some grant thing his daughter gets from Rice University. Apparently, if you get money from another grant, this university grant is reduced by the amount you get from the other. I had to bite my tongue to stop from saying, “Hmm, sounds like Obama-Care.” I didn't want to stir that hornet’s nest a) at lunch with mom and 2) right before spending several more hours with him at the game. When we finished lunch, we headed to Pat's house. Oh, Pat had called to see if he could tag along to the game so we agreed to meet him at his house and walk from there. We hooked up with Pat and headed across campus to the stadium. Yeah, that might be a “ten minute walk” for you Pat, but my fat ass is going to take a little while longer, thankyouverymuch. Yes John, I did have to stop halfway there and pee, how did you know? We walked the “Midway” outside the stadium and reveled at how odd it was that this was happening at TCU. They apparently had a team this year, for a change. Huh, who knew? We went in and found seats, way the hell up in the nose-bleed section. It was cool enough to be just slightly uncomfortable, but not so cool as to be miserable. Well, except for the aluminum bleachers sucking all the heat from your ass the whole time. The first two minute of the game sucked, well, unless you were for San Diego State. Then TCU decided they were going to play in this game after all. Then they decided to call it a game about halfway through the fourth quarter and let SDS catch up again. Afterwards, we watched the fire works and then walked back to Pat's. And yes, I had to stop halfway there and pee again. Back at Pat's, I thanked my brother for the game and we all went our separate ways. Well, we’re nearing completion of the stay-cation report. I ort to be able to finish it up tomorrow. Toodles.