RE/MAX and Gillette

Recently, I had the displeasure of interacting with two different Re/Max real estate agents from two different offices.

First, it is not necessary to read every word aloud on all twelve pages of a standard purchase offer contract. Especially to a client who has obviously signed many such contracts in the past and is meeting you after a twelve hour overnight shift, both facts having been made abundantly clear to you prior to the meeting. Also, acknowledging communication from a client is the polite thing to do, even when said communication is to rescind an offer. Failure to do so will ensure that the client will never call you again, even if he is interested in one of your personal listings, but will call a competitor instead.

Second, if you make an appointment to show a property to a potential client, it is advisable to actually show up for said appointment. Failure to do so, followed by failure to contact him at any point that day, or ever, guarantees that he will buy a property listed by a local agency, whose agents want his business and act accordingly.

Ah, Gillette. I like your stick antiperspirant. But I don’t like that the knob to advance the product is so slippery that is impossible to turn, even with dry hands, making it necessary to go get a fucking pair of Vice Grips in order to use the product. Consequently, I won’t be buying any more.

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Just Maybe

I’m tired of fucking with home repairs. And I am tired of living in a place where there’s more insulation and wood framing visible than drywall. And what drywall is there is unfinished. So today, I took a step towards fixing that problem.

I put an offer in on a house. It’s reasonably new (2002) and only needs minor work, which will be done before I move in. It’s on just over two acres, out in the county. This deal will require bank involvement, which I had hoped to avoid for the rest of my life, but so be it. I should be able to get it paid off within five years.

The existing house will either go to Wifey when she gets here, or eventually finished and sold or turned into a rental. You only live once, and I want something decent. I’m tired of working on junk, whether it is a car, house, or whatever. Wish me luck that the seller accepts my offer and the repairs come in under budget.

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Crude And Distasteful – Do Not Read

I warned you!

Seriously.

Don’t!

OK. Suit yourself, you stubborn fucker.

I really have to stop jerking off.

It degrades my performance when a lady shows up unexpectedly and wants me to take care of business.

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A Day Of Reckoning

It’s been insane around here the last week or so. First, it was the thing that I am still not ready to talk about. Then there were the two solutions out of nowhere to headaches that had been ongoing for some time.

Then today, I got the interview notice for my wife from Immigration. It’s scheduled for the day before Thanksgiving. Looks like I will be spending Thanksgiving 2014 on a fucking airplane over the Atlantic Ocean with a couple hundred of my closest and dearest friends. At least it’ll be over by then. The rest, assuming approval, will be up to her.

Hope I don’t catch Ebola.

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Thank You, God!

Very promising potential solutions to two longstanding issues have materialized out of the blue within the last thirty hours. Please pray that both will go through with no problems.

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Range Trip

This morning after work, I headed to the range to give Annie a workout.  I didn’t bring the bench rest with me.  I learned lots of things, which I have listed below, in no particular order.

I can’t hold the rifle steady to save my life, even with a bipod. 36X magnification drastically exaggerates even the tiniest of movements.

The eye relief window on my scope is VERY narrow.

After working all night, I can’t close one eye without making the eyelid on the other one flutter very badly.  By the time I was able to get the eye relief right, I couldn’t keep the eye open long enough to make the shot.  An eye patch may help this. I was able to make a few shots with both eyes open, but that presented its own set of challenges.

I need a slightly shorter stock in order to be more comfortable (and probably steadier) based on where my head has to be to see through the fucking scope.

I need to learn how to use and properly adjust the cheek weld apparatus built into the stock.

It doesn’t take long to shoot up well over $100 worth of .338 Lapua Magnum ammunition. Thirty rounds will do it.  I shot thirty-five today.

Savage’s muzzle break is awesome. Perfect technique is not required.  She just don’t kick.  If I could afford to, I could easily shoot it all day long.  Standing on either side is highly inadvisable, however.

Hitting the steel plate more than slightly off center with a .338 will knock the entire target, stand, and everything sideways. Or knock it completely down. If I keep shooting steel there, they’ll probably either take it down or mount it in cement.

Despite my difficulties on paper, I was still able to ring steel at both 200 yards and 300 yards consistently, with just the bipod for stability. In other words, don’t stand downrange, because I will hit you.  I might blow your arm off, or I may hit center mass.  Either way, I will hit you.  And it will hurt.  At least briefly.

A bad day at the range is better than a good day almost anywhere else. Notable exceptions include intimacy related activities.

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I Am A Fool

People really fucking suck. Don’t trust anybody.

Recoil therapy to commence this weekend.

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