Monthly Archives for March 2008

Happy Birthday Dad

Dad would have been 69 years old today. It was a rough day emotionally today. In fact, it’s been a pretty rough weekend. I’ve been thinking about Mom and Dad a lot. When something good happens.. when Andrew or Alex does something that I am proud of, I just want to get on the telephone and call them and brag about how proud I am, and how proud they should be as grandparents.

Friends, I bullshit a lot. I admit that. Don’t under appreciate your parents. Every time you see them, hug them like it’s the last time you’ll ever see them. If your family isn’t the affectionate type or you just don’t hug, it’s a good time to start. I have lost a brother, several good friends, but nothing has compared to the pain of loosing my parents. I am 33 years old, and it’s the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. I keep wondering when I will get past it. When will the pain start to die down, and I come to terms with it? I am a pretty happy-go-lucky type guy, but this really sucks.

There has been some good come of all this — really good. I have started talking with my eldest brother, Terry, much more often. I have spoken to Terry more in the last couple weeks than I have in the last 10 years. It’s not because I don’t love him, it’s just that he lives in Tennessee, and I am in Texas and we just don’t see each other that often. I have decided that this has got to change. This summer, we’re going to load up and go for a visit — and we’re taking Cheryl, Jason and Christian, too. It’s going to be a blast.

I loved my parents.. I still do. I miss them a lot. Through some tears this weekend, I pulled some photos of Mom and Dad at various times through the last 10 years and posted them on Facebook and here. I was surprised at how many photos I had of Mom since she hated having her picture taken.

Happy birthday Dad! You would be so proud of your grandsons!!


Dad loved to go to the bridge to shoot at debris floating by
   Dad readies the knife before carving a turkey on Thanksgiving 2001   Dad loved to visit us in California so he could sit in our hot tub.   Mom and Dad sitting on our back patio in California   Mom and Dad loved visiting us in San Francisco   A rare photo: Mom taking a serious photograph   Audrey and I with Mom and Dad at the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco   With the redwoods in Muir Woods   Visiting the Winchester Mystery House in San Jose, California   Dad with the only dog he truley loved, Wrigley.   Mom and Dad loved sitting.. anywhere   Mom and Audrey   Mom and Jenny at the Jack Daniels Distillery in Lynchberg, TN   Mom with one of her three favorite grandsons   Four generations   Mom and Merle talking it up in the kitchen   One of my favorite photos of Mom just being silly. Most people didnt get to see her this way   Mom and Cheryl on our last vacation together   Our last photo together   

Mom and Alex.. 2 years ago

I found this great video on my computer, and I thought I would share it.

My Boys

Another week down.. and it was a really long one. It went pretty normal until Thursday. On Thursday morning, Alex woke up sick, and I didn’t feel very well either. I went downstairs to get Alex changed and he was sleeping in the recliner. This is odd for Alex. Usually, he is bouncing off the walls at 7:00 a.m. I decided to keep him home with me since neither of us felt well. By 9:00 a.m., however, Alex was bouncing off the walls, so I took his butt to school so I could get some rest. I came back home and slept much the afternoon and did much of the same on Friday. I felt horrible.

Today, Alex has another soccer game. I was late for it, but Mom tells me that Alex scored a goal! I told you he was my little Pelé. I am so proud of him. BUT.. this isn’t the best news. You ready for this? You sitting down? He is starting to consistently poop in the potty! He pooped in the potty pretty much all week, so this weekend we went to Toys R Us to reward him AND he finally gets to start wearing the big-boy underwear that Santa brought him. He’s so awesome.

Here are some photos I took today. I took Alex to the park after soccer, so he could play and I snapped one while he was climbing the monkey bars. The other I took a few hours later when Mom was making Andrew smile. Little did I know that the reason why he was grinning so much is that he was filling his diaper with some wicked mookey-stink. Arrgg..

Okay, time to set the clocks forward and go to bed. Night!

Alex playing on the monkey bars after a soccer game.   Andrew smiles really big for the camera before filling a diaper.

Got Ammo?

This weekend I finally had a chance to get out and do something I haven’t been able to do in a while.. go to the shooting range. Let me first prep this story a bit.

A month or so back while I was visiting my mother, I was able to spend some time with a friend who lives in the country. While I was there, we did some shooting. This little bit of fun lit a fire in me that had been dormant for a few years. Before that day, it had been about four year since I shot a pistol. I was in California when I bought a Glock 27 . I bought it because I wanted a small conceal carry gun, and the .40 caliber was plenty of stopping power to be effective.

Fast forward to last weekend, and here I am at the Mesquite Gun Show at Big Town. While I was there, I fell for a .40 S&W HK USP Compact. It was a nice pistol, and I’ve wanted to add an HK to my collection. Being a German gun, I knew it would be a great gun, so I bought one. While I browsed around the rest of the show, I saw another HK that I’ve wanted since I was in high school — the HK P7 . The problem is that this gun has always been very expensive for a few reasons. First, it is the first (and only to my knowledge) to have a squeeze cock mechanism. Meaning you have to squeeze the handle to cock (and then fire) the pistol. It’s an ingenious design. Secondly, HK stopped production of this pistol in 1991, which (Side note — they made 500 more in 2007) drove up the price. Rabbit trail coming:

As many of you know, I grew up around firearms, and have been around them most of my life. My father told me that when I turned 16, he would buy me a pistol. When they day came, he asked me which gun I wanted, and I told him that I wanted a P7. Back then, the gun was priced around $1200.00. My dad said I would need to choose another, so I ended up with the Beretta 92FS . My father affectionately referred to it as my paper weight, even though I could outshoot him with it. I never did get the P7, and the price continued to go up.

Back at Big Town, I stood before a used HK P7, and the price was only $699.00. The problem was that the blue was really worn. The dealer said it had been issued to the German police. For all I know, it didn’t even have all HK genuine parts in it, so I passed. The price was right, but there was too much risk. I started doing some research, and long story short, I ended up with a P7 this afternoon. I picked it up from a dealer at noon, and was on the firing range by 4:00 p.m. I finally have one in my collection. Dad would be so proud.

After firing it, it was all I had hoped for. The first target, as you can see below, shows the tight grouping of that pistol. It had very little recoil, and with the squeeze cocker offering a single action trigger pull, it was very pleasant to shoot. The price was high, but I am glad I got it. It is my new favorite pistol and will make a perfect conceal carry weapon.

Below are some photos I took this afternoon. I took a few guns to the range to shoot — My HK USP and P7, Glock 27 and finally my Ruger Mark IV with the bull barrel. I had a friend who wanted to shoot a .22 and then didn’t show. Thanks Kyle! :) I couldn’t get the other 11 guns in the car to take, but I need to get them out and get some ammunition through them. My brother, Terry, is sending me Dad’s Sig 228  this week. Ready for another rabbit trail? Okay, here goes:

Several years back, Terry bought a Sig 228 for Dad for Father’s Day. His only request was that if anything ever happen to Dad, he wanted it back. Of course, the request was honored, and when Dad passed, Terry took it back to Tennessee with him. I was disappointed because I loved that gun. I remember when Dad took it out the first time, and he let me shoot the first clip through it. Right out of the box, the Sig 228 grouped 10 rounds that could be covered by a half dollar at 20 paces. I couldn’t believe that a pistol fresh out of the box would shoot that well. Most pistols require a few hundred rounds just to break in the rifling. Anyway, it was a great shooting pistol.

While Terry was in Oklahoma for Mom’s funeral, he asked me if I wanted it. He said that he didn’t have a son to pass it to, so he thought it would be cool if Alex or Andrew would eventually inherit Grandpa’s gun. I almost teared up. Yes, we are a weird family.. a family of gun loving weirdo’s, I guess. I look forward to receiving that gun, though.

Sorry for the long rant. I guess I like talking about guns because its something I actually know quite a bit about. All of those years of ballistics reports in Gun & Ammo Magazine maybe paid off. When you visit next time, let’s go shooting!

All clear!

My New .40 S&W HK UPS Compact at 25 feet - First Magazine   My New .40 S&W HK UPS Compact at 25 feet - Second Magazine   My New 9mm HK P7 at 25 feet - First Magazine   My New 9mm HK P7 at 25 feet - Second Magazine
 
Cleaning up the guns after an afternoon of shooting   Ahh.. all clean now. Now that is a pistol worth carrying concealed.