I am a: Glock Model 22 in 40 cal

What kind of handgun are YOU?

A Glock?!? In .40cal?!? Hell NO!

I like to consider myself at least a 1911 .45... in my dreams I aspire to be a .50 Desert Eagle.

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"Police Protection" is an oxymoron. Free citizens must protect
themselves. Police do not protect you from crime; they usually just
investigate the crime after it happens and then call someone in to
clean up the mess. (Having been a LEO with twelve years on the streets, I can personally attest to this.)

Remember: the average response time to a 911 call is over 4 minutes.
The average response time of a 357 magnum is 1400 FPS. (feet per
second)

Personally, I carry a gun because I'm too young to die and too
old to take an ass whoopin.

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Went to my primary care quack today for my monthly check under the hood.
As quacks go, he's a real prince among the usual frogs of the profession.

He had some good news and some bad news. My blood pressures are still holding steady at only slightly above "normal", so no changes in the meds for now....then came the sledgehammer...seems my blood sugars are averaging over 450 and my last A1C was 8.4...so the pills weren't doing the job, and I have to start an Insulin regimen...I have to start with 10 units a night and increase it 3 to 5 units every Friday until my morning fasting tests average 130 or below.

BUMMER!

See, I have this little problem with needles, I don't merely dislike them, they are one of the two major phobias I have (the other is heights).
Yes, I know Insulin needles are ultra fine, and don't really cause any real discomfort, much less real pain, but the reason they call them phobias is because they are totally unreasonable reaction(s) to a certain stimuli.

Well, I self administered my first injection at 2300 hrs. Only took me three minutes to build up the nerve to plunge the needle in my thigh.... Totally NO real pain whatsoever...but the resulting nervous reaction lasted over twenty minutes...shaking like an Aspen tree in an Oklahoma prairie wind; sweating and gasping like a marathoner just off a major race.
Yep, this regimen is gonna be real fun all right. I can only hope repetition will cause the overreactions to diminish with familiarity over time.

It's highly embarrassing to have to admit to such a piddly fear with all the REAL terror and pain going on in every day the world,but it's very real to me. I will overcome this mini-dragon that has entered my life. I really have no choice, after all. Sounds melodramatic, but it really is a matter of life and death.

Maybe I'll tackle that fear of high places while I'm at it...taking an injection while balancing on a tall pole, that would make the injection seem minor to the danger of going "splat"!

My next appoint is scheduled on , you guessed it, Friday, March 13..Doc has a real sense of humor..I just hope that it won't be more unlucky news on that day.

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'Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense,
who has been with us for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was,since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend
more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in
charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but
overbearing regulations were set in place.

Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job
that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental
consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but
could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to
have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses;and
criminals received better treatment than their victims.

Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a
burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed
to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in
her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement..

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his
wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is
survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else
Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Too few people today knew him, and we are are much the lesser for that.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you
still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.'

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I am NOT a big sports fan. I don't watch any sport, other than an occasional Colts game.(assuming all the cooking shows playing on the Food Channel are repeats). I will watch motorcycle Gran Prix racing, but it's rare they show a race on my cable system.

So here it is, Superbowl Sunday. The Significant Other is settling into her yearly ritual of gathering the comestibles and beverages around her prior to watching the contest of well-padded, overpaid, overpampered behemoths slug it out over possession of a defenceless ovoid of inflated pig skin.

I don't even know what teams are competing this year (did I mention that I'm not a sports fan?) I do know that it's being played in Tampa this year, so at least there won't be any chance of snow interfering with the plays (assuming Al Bore doesn't attend the game; snow seems to follow him everywhere he goes..talk about a 'cool' character!)

This year TLOML will be able to enjoy the game on our new 42" flatscreen TV; just maybe she'll finally ackowledge that bigger IS better in TV 's.
I don't mind that she takes control of the remote this one day of the year, even though it goes against all my male instincts...and watching the small screen in the bedroom makes me appreciate the flat screen all the more.

I think I'll retire to the bedroom and watch a DVD...or shovel the snow from the walkway before the postman slips on my walk and sues me.

Hold on, I just learned Teh One is rooting for the Steelers; GO Cardinals!

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