Ever have one of those days...

[Adam_MA]

You know... The ones you wish you would have never even got up??

Well today was mine...

It started pretty normal enough, the little one's aunt wanted to take her for a couple of hours today, and Kim is working so SWEET some ME time... We are going to a Christmas party tonight so I started making some BBQ pulled port in the crock pot. Easy enough, I start mixing up some home made BBQ sauce and alas I am out of a couple of things I need... No biggie I'll just go to the store and get what I need.

Off to the store, out the door down the stairs BOOM! yep that's the sound of my ass hitting the bottom stair because my BIG ASS size 13 feet DO NOT fit on stairs so I have to walk down most stairs on my heels. Well, just a little bit of ice on the edge and down I go... I pick myself up and quickly check to see if anyone saw me, nope no one around. Get into my truck and drive to the store... I pull into the parking lot and my hand is stuck to the steering wheel. What the hell, how did blood get all over my hand? Yep BIG assed splinter in the heel of my hand. So I rip it out and blot it down with a Dunkin Donuts napkin in the center console. Good enough I will get the other little pieces of wood out when I get home.

I get into the store and look over at the express lane, cool only 2 people in line. So I make my way to the isle that I need, grab what I need off the shelf and head to the register. I got to the end of the isle and paused to make sure no one is coming, just as I was about to step out (I was on the right side of the isle) this old lady comes barreling around the corner and smashes her card into my leg, looks at me and yells, "Watch where you're going, you almost broke my eggs" then mutters something under her breath at me. I answer with a "Merry Christmas ma'am" She says "I Don't believe in Christmas" I say, "Oh well, your loss... and oh yeah, have a VERY merry Christmas" I walk away and make it to the express lane just in time to see about 10 people make it into line ahead of me... I wait patiently get through the line, the cashier starts ringing my stuff up and the woman before me comes back and says "Hey, you charged me .10 too much for this, it's on sale" She says "Sorry for the mistake, let me finish with this customer and I will correct that" The woman says NO I want my .10 NOW, GET THE MANAGER HERE!" The cashier says, "miss, I have to complete this transaction before I can correct yours" The woman goes on some tear starting to yell, and making this poor teenage cashier almost cry, so I reach in my pocket and pull out a quarter tossed it into her bag and say "There's a quarter, .10 for the mess up, and .15 so you can have that stick removed from your ASS" "Now beat it, she's taking care of ME NOW" the rest of the line erupts in laughter and starts clapping, and the woman stormed off, and I yelled out "Have a Merry Christmas" The cashier looked at me in disbelief and I gave her a smile and said "Don't worry about her, you are doing a fantastic job" The manager came over to me and shook my hand. He said that woman is a constant problem in that store, and he wished he could have said what I did.

OK drama over, I make it back home. I got the rest of the splinter shrapnel out of my hand and cleaned it up. Back to the kitchen, I finished getting the pork and sauce ready, dumped it into the crock pot. I threw my jacket on and off I went. I had planned to visit Rileys Gun Shop in NH, and catch the mall on the way home to pick up a pair of pants Kim wanted for Christmas.

Well, the directions the guy on the phone gave me were WAY off... I ended up 30 miles out of my way, and when I called them back to check where I was headed I got a "What? you're WAY OFF, I don't know why anyone would have told you to go that way, you're about 45 minutes away"

So I turned around and headed back toward the mall... If I didn't make it to the gun shop by this time, I couldn't make it and was not going. I am about to make it into the mall parking lot and I realized that I left the paper with the description and size that I had gotten from her in casual conversation so I could buy them for her...

OK, now the mall and Christmas shopping plan is now foiled. I won't have enough time to make it back home and to the mall, get what I need and make it back home in time for when auntie will be dropping the little one off.

No problem, I can go shopping maybe tomorrow. I'll just go home and spend some time down on the reloading bench, I haven't had the time in a couple of weeks to do so, and I am running low on .45's. So I get the press all setup, filled with cases, bullets, primers, and powder. This should go nice and easy right... NOT

Some lead had broken off in the seating die and before I noticed it, I had already seated 6 bullets into cases that ended up crushed on one side. So it takes me about a half hour to figure out the problem, clear the die, and then set it back up for the proper crimp and seating depth again. OK here we go.... Apparently a primer got wedged into the mechanism and on the down stroke the handle snagged on the spent primer and let lose causing the top of the powder hopper to come off dumping about 150 grains of powder EVERYWHERE!

OK, clean it all up get ready to go again but something didn't feel right. The reset chain on the powder dispenser was a little too tight. No big deal, I can adjust that in no time. I started to adjust the chain by lifting up the handle to take the pressure off the chain and set it down a link or 2. Well I guess the chain got snagged and when I put the handle down to fee for the proper tension it snapped in half. No more reset chain, I now need to buy another one to replace it.

So, now that I have been in the basement in front of the reloading press for over an hour now, I have managed to get a total of 7 completed cartridges done, and that's IT!

OK Adam, just walk away...

Back upstairs I go and I got to the top of the stairs, opened the door I started to step for the top step and grabbed the door casing to assist. Well wouldn't you know it, a piece of the door molding comes off in my hand and sends me down a couple of stairs to regain my balance. In doing so, I bumped into the broom which comes falling down, bringing the dustpan with it that bounced off the top of my head and goes all the way to the bottom of the stairs...

Back down stairs I go to get a hammer and nails to repair the molding.
Molding fixed.

That's it... I am just going to stir the pork in the crock pot and have some more coffee... I SURELY can't mess that up..

Yeah right... I slopped the sauce all over the front of my shirt, and while jumping back I slammed right into the bakers rack knocking off 2 spice jars... One hits the floor and explodes, the other does as well, but not before bouncing off the top of my head on it's way down...

Time to go to the bottom of the basement stairs to get that broom and dustpan that I thought best to leave there as not to aggravate myself anymore...

OK...

Now all is cleaned up, the broom and deadly dust pan are back where they go, I have changed my shirt, walked away from everything that can hurt me, and thought better of the hot coffee idea anywhere within my reach...

I think I should just go to bed now and call it a day...


GOD I NEED A BEER!

Adam

 

[Skald]

Dude, go back to bed. Its never to late for that on a day like the one your having. Hope it gets better.

 

[C-pher]

Some lead had broken off in the seating die and before I noticed it, I had already seated 6 bullets into cases that ended up crushed on one side. So it takes me about a half hour to figure out the problem, clear the die, and then set it back up for the proper crimp and seating depth again.

And that's why I only like to use Dillon Dies. They may cost a little bit, but the center of the die comes out with a cotter pin. There for once you have the depth set, you can take out the die and clean the lead and put them back and you don't have to reset the depth again.

They are a HUGE time saver.


I hope that you have a great time at the party. And a safe time at the party.

But I just think that it's the moon.

Thursday, our tree just fell down. Glass everywhere. We don't know why it fell, but it did. Mess everywhere....and I'm trying to keep my barefooted kid from running across the broken orniments.

Then, last night, I was unplugging the ligths aroud the house and a ceramic bell that Peanut's mom gave her when Hadley was born fell off and broke all over the place...

But now I think that it's not me, it's just something in the air.

 

[JonJ]

Hey Adam, please throw out those 7 cartridges. NOW [!]

 

[C-pher]

Hey Adam, please throw out those 7 cartridges. NOW [!]

Good point!

 

[Adam_MA]

Yeah... I have planned on taking them apart and not using them.

Adam

 

[Lynne]

Adam huney....tomorrow will be better. Just keep repeating that over and over again....take a DEEEEEEEEEP breath and find your happy place.

and just so you know, you're not alone....

2 days ago, Ed broke his little toe. Last night, my mother fell and broke her hip. She went through surgery today and had a couple pins put in. She's 84, so it's going to be a long road back. Things like this always happen in 3's for me....I'm waiting for that last boot to drop. [roll]

 

[C-pher]

Adam huney....tomorrow will be better. Just keep repeating that over and over again....take a DEEEEEEEEEP breath and find your happy place.

and just so you know, you're not alone....

2 days ago, Ed broke his little toe. Last night, my mother fell and broke her hip. She went through surgery today and had a couple pins put in. She's 84, so it's going to be a long road back. Things like this always happen in 3's for me....I'm waiting for that last boot to drop. [roll]

I'm really sorry to hear about your mom. My grandma just did that as well several months ago. She's 87 and she's doing pretty good. So that's something to look forward too. But then my Grandma is a fiesty one. And if you're mom is anything like you, then she's going to be fine.

 

[Lynne]

And if you're mom is anything like you, then she's going to be fine.

You're such a sweetie. Alas, mom's not like she used to be. It's actually become role reversal with us. She's gotten very needy since my dad died, and I have the feeling that I'm going to need Paxel before she's back on her feet.

 

[dwarven1]

I'm waiting for that last boot to drop. [roll]

Make sure it doesn't drop on your foot! Jump boots are heavy.

 

[MrsWildweasel]

Wow, guys....are you bad luck and is this going to rub off. [lol] [lol] Oh, wait maybe it did since we have had so much luck in getting our bed delivered...not.
Lynne, sorry about your mom. Hope for a speedy recovery for her.
Adam,with the day you had I wouldn't know whether to laugh or cry. [lol] [lol] Hope today is better for you.

 

[Adam_MA]

Lynne,
Sorry to hear about your mom... Please send our love and keep us updated!

As for me, my night was better than the day, I had a great time at the Christmas party, although I didn't drink it was still a good time. I was the DD so Kim could have some wine and relax. And just so you all know.. I laughed at the day.. You have to, if you don't it would make me VERY mad...

Just have to laugh these things off..

Adam

 

[Len-2A Training]

Lynne,

Sorry to hear about your Mom. Hope she recovers fully and soon!

 

[mark056]

Lynne,

Sorry to hear about your mom. I hope that she mends quickly.

Mark

 

[Lynne]

Thanks everyone. They were going to get her up today, but she was sick to her stomach and the drugs are making her pretty wacky. She tries to go without taking any pains meds, but after about 4 hours, she rreally can't take it any more. Then they give her the meds and she starts talking about things that make absolutely NO sense. Sometimes drugs are a good thing. [lol] she'll be in the hospital for a few more days and then off to rehab.

 

[Nickle]

Lynne, I wish you luck with your Mom. Hopefully everything turns out fine.

Adam, thanks for making me feel that I had a good weekend. Worked on my son's new home, repainting before the carpet gets replaced. The room I was working on had been wallpapered many years ago, and what a mess. But, my troubles were nothing compared to yours.

 

[MrsWildweasel]

Nickle, I know all about the old wallpaper. Got it eeverywhere in this house. Just about got it all out now. [lol] We just about have our room downstairs converted over for us. Got a little bit more of painting to do. It's getting there.

 

[Nickle]

Well, the good news is the old paper is all gone, and the walls have been spackled and sanded and the first coat on in that room. I must have spackled over half the wall surface, filling small holes and cuts and dents in the drywall.

 

[MrsWildweasel]

Glenn won't feel so bad then, He's had to mud the whole wall. Everysingle one of them. We also discoverd at one time one of the walls had a door there before. [lol]

 

[Nickle]

Gee, that makes me even feel I had it easy. I hate it when they paper over everything (holes, old doors, etc).

 

[MrsWildweasel]

They had actually taken the door out, and sort of patched it. You can even see it where they tried to match up the wood trim,etc.
Glenn and I are really curious what the original footprint was of the house. As it got handed down in the family,the put walls,etc.where they wanted it. It's neat that this house has never been out of the family in over 200 years, but such a joy to work on. [lol]

 

[MrsWildweasel]

What makes it more fun is Glenn's relatives originally had a lumber mill, so the patched with what ever they had at the mill sometimes. They used this wonderful strand board type to patch walls, make walls, etc. That stuff is a royal pita.