Time for some lighter stuff. The brain can't take all of this serious stuff all of the time.
It is a lazy day in La Grange.
Mrs. Anygunanywhere is busy doing her nursing CE stuff for work. My darling wife is suffering from a nasty cold. I passed along the cold to her. It took me two weeks to shake it. She is suffering because she still likes to kiss me. She still makes me dizzy after 40 years of knowing her. We met Thanksgiving eve 1972. We always consider Thanksgiving eve as one of our anniversary celebrations.
I spent the day going through some gun stuff in the garage. I sorted through some boxes and organized all of my magazines, holsters, and other gun stuff. I plan on selling a coule of firearms to fine tune my harem. I have been seriously considering adding two G...Gl.....Gl...Glocks to my fold. There. I said it. I have two Kel-Tec P-40s and a PF9 that I want to part with. I'll advert them here and on Kel Tec forum soon. Got guns, mags, leather, and other accessories going. Gonna keep my P3AT.
Loaded up some AR15 30 round mags and put them up on the shelf. If you want peace, prepare for war.
I went through my ammo stash and realized my 3,000 rounds of .223 and 3,000 rounds of .45 might not be sufficient. I have lots of shotgun loads, .22, and various 270, 7mm, 300 WSM, and other assorted calibers to ride me through a TEOTWAWKI scenario but at what point does one think they have enough?
I really enjoy this forum and all of my gun loving brothers and sisters here. I want to ask all of you that if any of my posts sound condescending, or any other negative manner I ask that you forgive me. Anyone that knows me personally knows that I do not intend my responses to be taken in this manner. I have a very serious side of me that I do not mask. Mrs Anygunanywhere knows that there are times when I need to be left alone and she has learned to just back away when she sees this side of me surface. She does not buy into the whole cold dead hands thing.
I just thought I would post some rambling thoughts.
Now I will sit back and sip on some good bourbon, sit by the roaring fire, scratch the dog, gaze at my beautiful wife, and dream about the America and Texas that I know should exist. I love my family, my state, and my country. I love my God and I thank Him for his gifts of life, liberty, freedom, and the graces He has bestowed on me.
I know that tough times are approaching, and I will look back on the simpler pleasan times like today and do whatever it takes to ensure that my grandchildren can live their life as free individuals unencumbered by the restrictions that certain pustules want to enslave them with.