Saturday, August 20, 2011

Garands, Turkeys and BBQ

Today Jesse and I went out on a day trip with Charlie to Anniston, AL to visit the CMP store to finally get his M1 Garand back. He used to have one a long time ago but it got stolen from the trunk of his car a few years ago. They went up in price a lot over the years and he never was able to get one again until now. The drive was nice. We enjoyed a beautiful two hour drive to Anniston that included seeing several rivers, driving past Blanton Creek Park (where we will be dove hunting in a few weeks). For me, the highlight of the trip was seeing a turkey hen on the side of the road in some grass just hanging out enjoying a nice morning.

At the CMP store, there were rows upon rows of M1 Garands and Jesse wound up getting the last Springfield that was on the shelves. We browsed the store for a good while and wound up coming home with a M1 Garand, a certificate of authenticity, a shnazzy gun case, some targets, and a sling, and I bought Jesse a bayonet for his M1 .30 Carbine.


 After that, we drove back home, enjoying the sights again. We stopped in this cool little hunting store along the roadside. Then, we saw on the side of the road a hog being picked apart by two huge vultures. It was awesome. Speaking of pig, we pulled over into this place Roger's BBQ in West Point, GA, and had some really awesome pulled pork bbq sandwiches. I got giddy for the second time in the day at that and then having some turnip greens.



All in all, it was a nice little day. Jesse got to drive my new Focus for the first time since I bought it last weekend and the consensus is he likes it. Oh yeah, in case you didn't hear, I got a 2009 Ford Focus last weekend. Woo! We're home now. Jesse's fondling his Garand, and I'm thinking of breaking out my new toy, a Presto Kitchen Kettle multi-cooker that steams, slow cooks, and deep fries and making some donuts. Ooooh yeah!

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Surviving The Cut

Has anyone seen that show Surviving The Cut where they basically follow guys trying to become special forces officers and go through all these crazy ass obstacles to test their physical and mental strengths? I swear I feel like I've just been on that show. Since we moved out here, I have been longing to jog around Cooper Creek park. I've tried to do so on many occasions and just haven't been able to because the weather out here is totally different and I have a hard time hanging with the humidity. Anyway, after a month and a half or so, I'm finally adjusting to the place. Yes, its hot and wet and sticky and gross. Yes, I still hate it, but I'll take that in trade for the greenery and being able to pretend I live in Vietfrickinnam and pretend I'm running from Charlie... ok, so that's a little ridiculous but it's definitely one "imagery driven" running situation I like to pretend when I run. (Yes, I am that nutty, I pretend to be running for my life. It's like those dudes who do tactical training with guns. Train like you perform, perform like you train. I also pretend other fun things too like I'm running from zombies, running to save someone's life, running to go to something awesome, running like I'm Forrest Gump and I'm gonna run from one end of the country to the other and back again...)

Back to the point at hand, though. Since I haven't been able to run, I've gained a significant amount of weight. About 15 lbs to be precise. And because I also believe the humiliation diet works, I don't mind sharing that. I'm pretty sure that once it got to the point I went up a pant size and none of my clothes were fitting me right anymore, it was high time to do something about it. I've been trying to watch what I eat for weeks now and it hasn't been doing much. I need that extra boost. I need exercise. I also need to flush my body of all the toxic crap (a week worth of nothing but fast food three times a day, residual fast food build up, soda, ice cream, and ungodly amounts of sodium and mayo, which are my new devils and I believe I may need to completely rid my house of all traces of salt and mayo in order to kick that habit.) But more than anything, I need exercise. You see, I am the kind of person if I get good exercise I can pretty much eat whatever I want and it'll even out in the end and I'm happy and fine. Unfortunately, I'm also the kind of person who eats when I'm bored, eats when I'm sad, and gets sad when I get fat and eat to make it better (I believe my friend Allyssa knows about these vicious cycles waaay better than I do as she's a therapist who specializes in eating disorders. I should probably give her a call sometime for a "session".)

Anyway, eating issues aside, I finally got to the point I needed to run. I got a hair up my butt to go out. It felt very much like surviving the cut. Cooper Creek is a totally different run than Virginia Lake. Virginia Lake for one has a gravel trail and a separate paved concrete trail. I always run on the concrete. It's also hot out in NV, but dry. For the most part, with the exception of the southern end, it is flat with one small hill. Cooper Creek is way harder. For starters, it is longer. Virginia Lake was at the most 1.25 miles around (from our place and back), Cooper Creek is 2.25 miles around (from our place around all the way and back). Cooper Creek also has a clustercuss of different surfaces to run on. The flat areas are either paved concrete or a dirt trail. Not too bad. It's the hills that suck. There are more hills and they are steeper, longer, and the worst one is a rocky terrain, the other is grass near marshy areas and you need to watch out for snakes, or at least I watch out for snakes because I have seen snakes out there and when I'm running, I don't have the time to look if it's venomous or not. Oh and then there is finally the issue of its hot as a sauna out here. It was around 92º out here with a heat index of 97º when I went out, but whatever. People pay money to do that sweaty yoga stuff, I could do it for free on my patio if I wasn't so worried about the damned mosquitos. But literally, after I ran my normal steady pace of 5 mph around the stupid lake and cooled down once I reached the yellow gate and creek behind our place, I was dripping in sweat, and felt like I had the shit kicked out of me. I would be a liar if I said I didn't.

When I got home, I sat out on the patio with a glass of water with ice and played "sauna" to relax my muscles but came inside after about 3 minutes and 3 mosquito bites later. In good news, there are now 3 dead mosquitoes in the world... Long story short, I survived the cut. I'm not gonna join special ops, but I finally achieved a personal goal of being able to run around the lake all the way. I need to work on some diet type stuff the next few days and then I'm thinking Wednesday or Thursday I'll go back out again and try to jog. Oh and this is all a bit of preparation for hunting season. I need to get in shape for that. Plus I'd like to still fit my clothes. I love shopping, but I'd rather it be because I saw something cute I liked, not because I outgrew things I need. Yeaahhh... awkward...

Saturday, August 6, 2011

"ZOMBIES AND CARS AND GUNS, OH MY!!!"

This weekend was the my first gun show in GA. I went alone because Jesse was at home with the dreaded Man-Cold. For those of you who aren't aware of what the Man-Cold is, it is the dreaded "illness" that brings a man to his knees and has him quivering in bed like a little baby. Even the roughest, toughest of men crumble under the Man-Cold. (Ladies, you know the Man-Cold as the common cold aka the one you get where you go to work and just rough it through the day till you can get home, make some dinner, wash dishes, do laundry, watch some bad prime-time reality show and zonk out in bed till the next day.)


Long before going to the gun show, however, I was looking at cars. My search for a car starts long and far before that. You see, before we moved, we could only take one car with us. Our choices were Jesse's truck or my Focus. The Focus, while a good around-town car, had 180,000+ miles on it, needed a new catalytic converter, new brake shoes and pads, a driver side window regulator, and a significant amount of other work that would cost us a pretty penny to fix up in town. And with Jesse's logic, I wouldn't be working right away so I didn't need a car. Anyway, I saw some nice cheapie cars I wanted to look at this weekend and when I inquired about one, I learned it was sold. I went to go look at another, though and when I got to the dealership later that night, I learned they sold that one literally like an hour before I got there. Bummer.

So the next day, I went to look at used car dealers in town. I learned that they won't finance us right now because we haven't lived here long enough, but if we were military, they would. Huh? What's the difference of financing someone who just moved to town vs. someone who just moved to town that's military? I don't get it, but whatever. I wound up driving out to Alabama to look at cars out there and was told the same story: I didn't live in town long enough. Come back in 6 months. Uggghhhh... So, no car for me for a while. Not like it's anything new. For half the people in Reno who knew me I pretty  much never had a car. All the cars I did have were total crap boxes that would die after a few months of ownership, so, yeah.

Later in the day, I stopped off at the gun show. It was a nice change of pace to get inside the nice AC'd convention center instead of being outside where I was sweating (my balls off, if I had any.) I saw this booth selling awesome zombie shirts and got a Zombie Apocalypse Response Team shirt to wear just so people know in the event of a zombie apocalypse I am qualified to take out zombies. Just sayin'... While paying I was addressed by a snarky comment to mark my price up and it was by none other than the guys at All American Firearms Training. They joked if I was doing anything the next few hours if I wanted to work with them. So my choices were go home and deal with the Man-Cold and cranky child, or hang out with gun lovers and a zombie loving girl. The decision was not a difficult one to make. So I hung out there, we chatted. I got to meet Pat's wife and son who were both also very awesome people. I bought Charlie a little toy AR and he loves it. At one point, there was a thunder storm and the power went out briefly. It was pretty cool. All in all, it was a good day, but something bizarre happened where when I got home I felt exhausted like the kind of tired I get when I have a sunburn or have been in the sun too long. Weird. Anyway, that's all I got.