'The true Soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because He loves what is behind him.' -G. K. Chesterton

30 March 2014

Sunday Kipling

Hello and a Happy and blessed Sunday to you all.

Angus is doing well. He's still sore and tripoding around but I think that's mostly to get sympathy and loves from Momma. And treats. Can't forget those. Of course she's a big ol' softy. Unlike me.

Busy week upcoming. I'm shooting the Berry's Steel Shoot on Thursday and Friday and ROing the match as staff on Saturday and Sunday. Monday is stage build day so I'll be at the range a bit. Pics and a write up as soon as I recover. Which may be sometime in October.

The weather has been nice and I'm finally back in the gym. My workouts are in inverse proportion to my remodel schedule. Since I'm being lazy working out seems the least I could do. Well, actually sitting around and eating Cadbury Creme Eggs until I turn into a sugar filled sack of oozing lard would be the least I could do but you know what I mean.

Have a great day everyone. And remember. Love means never having to apologize for lusting after a new gun. I hope.

Since I'm in a silly mood today...

 The Camel's hump is an ugly lump
         Which well you may see at the Zoo;
       But uglier yet is the hump we get
         From having too little to do.

       Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,
       If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo,
             We get the hump 
             Cameelious hump 
       The hump that is black and blue!

       We climb out of bed with a frouzly head,
         And a snarly-yarly voice.                        
       We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
         At our bath and our boots and our toys;

       And there ought to be a corner for me
       (And I know' there is one for you)
             When we get the hump 
             Cameelious hump 
       The hump that is black and blue!

       The cure for this ill is not to sit still,
         Or frowst with a book by the fire;
       But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,
         And dig  till you gently perspire;
       And then you will find that the sun and the wind,
       And the Djinn of the Garden  too,
         Have lifted the hump    
         The horrible hump 
       The hump that is black and blue!
       I get it as well as you-oo-oo 
         If I haven't enough to do-oo-oo!
         We all get hump 
         Cameelious hump 
       Kiddies and grown-ups too!                
                           How the Camel Got His Hump 


Monkeywrangler said...

Glad to know Angus is healing. And I'm sure you NEVER slip him treats from the steak you had for dinner either...! Yeah, right....

Have fun at the range.

Old NFO said...

Good news on Angus... And I'm thinking that loving thingie does NOT work like you think it does...

Brighid said...

Glad to hear all is well with your crew,
though I do think the last line migh hold up better if it read: Love means never having to apologize for lusting after your woman or a new gun.

Murphy's Law said...

Go, Angus!