Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Cash Only, Please

I walk into the pawn shop to get my gun that I won on the Auction Arms auction. This particular gun shop sells all of it's guns on Auction Arms and starts all bidding at 1 penny with no reserve. So, this guy at the counter asks me if I have cash to pay for the gun today? No, I have a credit card. Well, he replies, this gun is a cash-only deal because it came from another store. Made no sense to me, whatsoever, since the "other" store is one of THEIR stores. I grumbled a bit on that one because the answer was unsatisfactory, it did not explain why I could not pay with credit or debit.

Off to the bank I go. At least it was only 2 miles away. Back to the store - where it took forever. You have to fill out a form and then they have to do the background check. I don't know, but it didn't take NEAR that long when I bought the 12 gauge shotgun to get the background check done - like a few minutes and it was over with.

I promised myself that if I got a handgun, I would take the CCW permit course and learn a bit more about guns than what I know. The shotgun is a home use only thing, I ain't carrying that thing around anywhere except I will probably stow it in the trunk of my car if I ever go camping. Nothing wrong with having a bit of firepower available in case - bear/mountain lion/whatever. I have to say that when I used to go hiking into the thick forests, I really wished I would have had a handgun available. This gun is pretty light, lighter than I expected. Anyway, there is a shooting range not too terribly far away that gives all kinds of gun courses.

I didn't buy ammo for the handgun yet - hopefully Walmart has what I need. It came with 2 magazines and came in it's original carrying case, along with manuals and a gun lock.

Well, anyway. My eyes are itching like crazy - not just the infected one but both of them. It's rather miserable because it won't stop. My infected eye looks no better after 2 days of antibiotics than it did on Sunday afternoon. People do a double take, every time. I look at them, say at a vendor to pick up pipe or whatever, they look up at me, look down and then shoot their head/gaze right back and my right eye. I feel like a circus clown.

Interlude. My mom. She is such a wonderful person. We have had our disagreements, but nothing that ever kept us apart from communicating with each other for too long. She sent me a very nice card (just opened it a few minutes ago) for getting well. I unabashedly say to the whole world that I love my mom, she is a great person and has such a beautiful heart.

That's it for now.

ben

Tuesday 8/2/2011

Tuesday

So, I just got done reading a rather dramatic story about something that happened to Caleb while up at the camp in the moutains. Most people do not believe in such encounters with the Lord, so I don't even know if I will share it, but it was incredible to say the least. What I will say is that I expect to see him do things other than what he originally planned to do with his life, simply because the hand of the Lord is upon him. It certainly wouldn't surprise me if he ended being an evangelist or a pastor of some sort.

Anyway, this so-called debt deal? I like Putin's take on it:
"The country is living in debt. It is not living within its means, shifting the weight of responsibility on other countries and in a way acting as a parasite,"

I am not really dwelling on this situation at this point, it's gone on every day in the news for weeks now and it is growing really, really old.

My right eye is no better today than it was yesterday, even with the use of the antibiotic drops. If it isn't better by Friday, off to the doctor yet again.

I won the auction yesterday, I will be heading to that store on the way home today to get it: a Smith and Wesson 40VE.

Argument yesterday that erupted into anger and yelling. No, I wasn't involved with it until I was dragged into it which is when I asked both parties to settle down. The situation has been evolving. It's the Chihuahua. I asked them - the trailer tenants - to train the dog. I told them before I even gave them the dog that it would be prone to barking at everyone and that they would have to train it not to do so.

Well, they haven't even tried to train it. The dog barks at everyone that walks into the house if it's outside and yes, it's getting old. The kid tenant was talking to Lynnette about it last night, he was calling the dog a piece of s***, she was saying it was not and then eluded that the "dog is a good judge of character", intoning that Mario, the kid tenant, is a bad person.

I don't know how she thought he was going to respond to it. I mean, if you are going to say something like to a person, expect to get an earful right back, which is exactly what happened. When the yelling starting between the two - in my kitchen - that's when I put a stop to it.

Mario then asked me what I thought about that dog doing that stuff to everyone. So, I did address Lynnette - not in anger - but in a calm way. I started in on pack mentality - which she clearly wasn't receiving, shaking her head no as if the pack mentality doesn't exist. Well, I have done the research, I have read a LOT of material from a LOT of different dog experts and there is one constant with all of them: dogs operate in packs and humans in a household - all of them - should be considered as pack leaders.

I wasn't taking her denial of my statements lightly, either. After going through all of it, she gave me a funny look and asked me: what WHAT are we supposed to do? At the very least, immediately get up and grab the dog when it is showing that aggressive behavior and tell it NO! in a very loud voice and let it know that that behavior is unacceptable.

This didn't really go over too well with her and she got up and walked out. This isn't the end of this, however, now that it's started, I am going to follow through with it. The dog will be trained or I will find a new owner for it. Period.

Done, time's up gotta get to work.

G'day.

ben

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