Belch - Burp

For the last 3 days in a row, folks from the Boss's church have shown up with enough food to feed an army. It has overflowed the refrigerator in the kitchen into the old frig we keep in the basement. I'm not sure we can eat it all before it goes bad. It'a all good stuff I'm happy to say. My spare tire has no chance of going flat.

Blah-Blah-Blah

There's no way, other than to get re-elected, that Big Government Obama wants to cut government spending below the present 40% of the economy. I don't care what he says, everything that he and his leftward cronies wants to do has just one goal, government control of us all and European style socialism.

Back Home

The Boss is back home, and as I write this she's asleep in the recliner about 6 feet away. We learned that morphine has absolutely no pain reducing effect on her. For me it was my best friend after hip replacemeny surgery.

I;ve been avoiding the news today, other than to hear that they finally came to some sort of agreement regards another temporary budget for the rest of the fiscal year. I saw enough of the coverage yesterday to last a lifetime. As a country we've become so polarized that maybe we are actually 2 countries.

A Day at The Hospital

The Boss had her back surgery today. We got up this morning at 5:30 and arrived at the hospital 10 minutes early for our assigned check in time of 7:30. We were informed of this arrival time, and surgery at about 10:00, verbally from the Doc's office and by letter from the hospital. The woman behind the desk said that we were not supposed to be there until 10:00. I think I said something about scheduling incompetence, politely but firmly.

When the surgeon's PA met with us I again had something to say about their scheduling. This resulted in a bunch of hollow explanations and several apologies.

Anyway, she disappeared into the bowels of the hospital at around 11:30 and reappeared around 2:30. I was told it went well and the repairs are such that the problem should not return. He removed some bone from the lumbar area of the spine, trimmed several bulging disks, boney growths and soft tissue that were pressing onto the nerve bundle.

I sat in the hospital for 12 hours. When I left she had taken 2 doses of morphine and percoset before the pain was tolerable. I think she's somewhat immune to that stuff because it didn't even make her sleepy.

Anticipating that there would be no gun signs plastered on the doors, I didn't wear my usual 1911 45 or even the little Kahr PM9. I wore lose fitting jeans with the tiny Keltac 380 in a pocket holster in my front pocket. I was near hospital security several times, and if they noticed, I didn't notice any of them notice.

Yeah I violated local law, as illegal as that law may be. Why do hospitals always seem to be located in the bad part of towns?

Gun Walker

Or in other words ATF operation "Fast and Furious". Chuck has a decent summary. The memo said, "ATF needs to proactively push positive stories this week in an effort to preempt some negative reporting, or at a minimum lessen the coverage of ("Fast and Furious") in the news cycle by replacing them with good stories about the ATF." It's going to take a lot more than that to cleanse this stain. In the meantime, proponents of gun control – including the White House – should focus on bringing U.S. government agencies into compliance with our existing laws before pushing new restrictions on the rest of us

So What??

The Buckeye State legislature has passed a bill that requires all voters to show a government issued ID at the polls. I find it amazing to hear all the complaints. What's the big deal about wanting voters in the state to actually be who they say they are?

Conspired Against

I cleaned and lubed all my paintball guns and gear, had my cammies on and was ready to leave when the Boss spoke. "It rained last night and it's going to be muddy on the paintball field', or something similar. Normally that wouldn't bother me one-little-bit this time of year. I'm chomping at the bit to play, especially since last year was a wipe-out and most of the year before. I'm anxious to go shoot somebody and test the repaired hip, but that word MUD got stuck in my little pea brain. Mud is slippery. Having my replaced hip contorted because I lost my footing could be a disaster since I'm not exactly fully recovered. And I'm needed to care for the Boss the next few weeks. She's having back surgery Friday. It would be a disaster for both of us to be stuck in a chair. I stayed home. There must be a conspiracy.