The BDS-92

Here is my buddy Tim's first shot at a full disassembly/finish strip/ refinish & reassembly custom job on a Beretta. (I am calling it the Boondock Saints 92- note his celtic cross, "veritas" & "aequitas. " Nice!) I am VERY proud of him.

Even a short day at the shop...

...beats no shop time at all.



Had to duck out early Saturday due to Ms. Jazzy's birthday, and it was worth every second.
But while there, a 96D Got a dose of FN Green (final coat pending) and a very nice scope got Coyoted up to match the Winchester 70 it is going to live on.



While I skipped the cake (as IF I need it- I look like I ate Michael Moore already!) I did enjoy the post-cake training session for Ms. Jazz:



What a cool family. I am blessed.



First ya practice with the electronic lever action, then you can practice with the Red Ryder (not pictured, but redone in a pink & silver finish that dad did that would give me a run for my money!)

Once you have the Red Ryder down, THEN comes the Crickett.

The targets you can't see are her daddy's deer mounts on the far wall. And the pheasants. And the remote-controlled My Little Pony scooter that mom was driving around.

I bet she's a Riflewoman by age 12.

Rabbits beware.

Missing Home

Well, its not EXACTLY home yet, but it is ours, and the possibilities that await us there are so full of potential and learning that sitting behind a desk freezing my butt off hardly seems fruitful by comparison.

But, as has been said before, you have to survive the short run to get TO the long run, and getting out of debt and preparing ourselves and families for an eventual move require me to presently have "frozen sales monkey butt." As it is lunchtime, I will likely go out back and stare at the parking lot...more cityscape and perhaps F16 jet traffic above, if I am lucky (go Vipers!)
It saps the will to function right out of my soul, though, when I think that I could be in our "driveway," looking at this:

...and working towards our ultimate goals.
Sigh.

We we there now...
Instead of going back to a rental home to figure up bills and write checks, I could blow off the afternoon and evening plans, grab the Mrs., and go to the lake...


But realistically, I'd even prefer to have a safe full of Glocks, Beretta 92s, Mossy 500s and AR15s to work on in digital camo, (even though THOSE get somewhat dull!) VERSUS having to sit around getting fatter for the next 4-5 hours. Aaaargh!


Anybody know what I could get for a kidney? ANYTHING to speed up this process.