Just a thought

If you're the Department of Motor Vehicle, and you open at 0730, and you normally have a big old line of people out front when you open the door, it might not be bad idea if your employees start work at 0730. Or even 0800. Having two people on duty unti 0830...well, it just doesn't make much sense.

Anyway...ID was duly presented, paperwork was filled out. Unlike Florida, you cannot leave the DMV here with a license. I left with a piece of paper and a promise of a license in the mail. Rumor has it they're pretty quick about that, which would be nice.

Then, once I have the license in my sweaty little paws, all the good prices I've been seeing on used firearms are fair game.

Mwaaah haaa haaa!!

Because there isn't enough rage

I'm off to the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles to get me a driver's license. I have several pieces of paperwork to prove I'm not an illegal Mexican, and if I'm lucky, I'll have a small piece of yellow paper (or something similar) in an hour or so.

Wish me luck!

Grownup Places

I was hanging out at Rachel Lucas' place earlier, and she had a blog rating widget posted.

Oooh! I said. I wonder what Bad Dogs is rated!

Well, duh.

Mingle² - Online Dating

Yes, we do use some adult language around here. But you what? I think that's a feature, not a bug.

There aren't a lot of advantages to being a grownup, but using salty language, drinking beer and playing with guns are a few real pluses. I think we should take a moment every so often and revel in the fact that although we have to pay taxes and buy car insurance, the trade is the ability to drink gin at noon while organzing our pistol ammo. Butt nekkid, if we so desire.

BUT...speaking of things which blow about being a grownup, I need to brush my teeth and drag myself off to the Most Mindnumbing Job On Earth.

News Flash

I'd stop with the news from Florida, but it's just too damn fabulous. Today we have...Man With Headache Finds Bullet in His Head.

Michael Eugene Moylan, 45, awoke around 4:30 a.m. Tuesday in his home with an extremely painful headache, St. Lucie County Sheriff Ken Mascara said. Moylan told police the affliction was so painful, he thought that his wife had either elbowed him in the head or he was having an aneurism.

Apparently Mrs. Moylan throws a mean elbow. But, of course, that's not the end of the story.

...April Moylan eventually told investigators that she had accidently shot her husband. She was arrested Tuesday afternoon on charges of possessing a firearm by a convicted felon and could face attempted murder charges...

Attempted murder?

Nah - attempted murder would have required the use of a serious round. If it can lodge behind one's ear, it is not, I think, attempted murder.

Quick shot

Well, we're back. I'm at the kitchen counter, on a barstool. The desktop computer is occupied by some child, and this is the only other chair in the house.

[sigh]

Anyway, I've been sending house pics to relatives all evenings, so you guys are (yet again) getting the short end of the stick. I have but one for y'all.



That's the dog beating the kids in a race down the pool. And he keeps swimming and swimming...

happy happy joy!

Mr. Abby has, with his own two little hands, built us an INTERNET!

Stand by, folks, ‘cause it’s nothing but dog pictures and full front M1 carbine shots tonight!

garage battles

(In case you haven’t figured it out, there’s still no internet at the new Bad Dog Central. But I can do this cut-and-paste in about 25 seconds)

Today’s question is: How much crap can you fit in the average two-car garage? Mr. Abby, in his infinite fear of incurring the Wrath of Abby, wasn’t entirely clear that he was expected to send the old couch, love seat and chair to live with Jesus. So he brought them along. They are in the garage. Along with:
a motorcycle,
a dining room table and three chairs for it,
two lawnmowers (yet again, he brought the old, dead one),
a weedwhacker,
fifteen or so packing cartons,
five toolboxes,
two Stanley job boxes AND
a couple of 30-gallon trash cans.
Oh yes – and a chest freezer.

Did you notice I didn’t say anything about two vehicles? His truck is in front of the garage and I don’t anticipate getting the Jeep in there this evening.

We’re easing toward being “settled in,” but getting this garage issue under control is going to be a major sticking point. Fortunately, the municipality collects trash twice a week, so we can offload another stack of collapsed boxes tomorrow.

I’m still holding out for the possibility that the Internet Fairy will swing by the house this afternoon. Several of my neighbors have wireless, but they’re all smart enough to have secured their networks. Bastards.

I'm not dead

Advance apologies for any weird formatting we have going on here. We’re still without internet at the new hacienda so I’m going to cut and paste from Word while at work.

I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, but things were a little crazy and there hasn’t been time for me to go driving around to steal me some wireless.

The pack arrived without incident. Well, actually, after several incidents. But they’re here so it’s all a wash. Entities which have been added to the Beat With Stick list include the title company, Sears (bringing you Appliance Delivery Fiascos since 1920…), AT&T and possibly the gas company.

I have learned that if one has a pool and a lab puppy, the lab puppy will be in the pool. On one hand, this wears him out – he hasn’t eaten any household objects since arriving. In bad news, I have a wet puppy who needs to be hosed down about twice a day (I want to rinse the chlorine off).

Things that rock – having my own washer and dryer again. It was downright anti-feminist, the joy I took in washing clothes yesterday. “Look, honey! I’m putting things in the dryer without inserting quarters!”

Also rocking is my M1 carbine, which is in very nice shape. The stock isn’t original, and due to the internet drought, I haven’t been able to look anything up. Which chaps my ass, but I’m trying not to hate.

OK. I’ll try for some pictures later, but I had to hang this out so y’all didn’t think I’d become one of those bloggers who found better things to do. I don’t have THAT MUCH of a life.