Alleycat72

Day 3. Can't wait for the snow this afternoon. Working more overtime than straight time, but miss the kids. I'm pretty sure the lady at Waffle house was high as a kite this morning.

Stay away from Geyer Springs. It may be okay now, but in the 90s.....WOW

Day two of driving from one end of Nashville to the other. So far it's much better and less police. The traffic signals are having issues. Power is off in places and the only places to eat are Mexican restaurants and a Jimmy John's. Funny, after hours in 9° to 12°.....it doesn't feel that cold anymore.

30 minutes from my law and I'm tired. Off to the motel.

Stopping on hills and waiting on people to roll up behind them. At that point they start yelling at them over the external speakers. "Stay off my bumper ".

LOL cops are screwing with people.

Shelby pk

Nashville.

Well, just called in to work. We're going to see what the roads are like today.

I'm off today. I parked the work truck at the bottom of my driveway. Probably a good call. It's usually funny parking it there because it looks like a police suv with lights and antenna all over it, but nobody is speeding today. Maybe I should bust out the radar gun. LOL

They think it's a problem with her medication for her diabetes insipidus. Her adrenal insufficiency causes all kinds of issues. When she's at risk of adrenal crisis we have to take turns staying up with her. On a normal night we just get up every hour or so and check her. Before she goes into crisis, we "normally" have a few weeks when she's having odd issues that gives us a heads up. The result is an extreme change in multiple things like blood sugar, sodium, iron, magnesium among others. In one instance all of her hair fell out in less than a week. We were told nothing was wrong with her from one doctor. A second doctor told us she had leukemia. A low level lab tech that couldn't sleep at night figured it out. We know we're not going to catch it one time and we're going to lose her, but we knew this going in. She was never supposed to walk, talk, eat real food, have any kind of vision, or live this long. It took me 8 months to get her eating baby food. 5 months to crawl. 1 year to walk. 2 years at potty training. Her bio mother was keeping her and one of her brothers locked in a closet. She was literally a blind feral child when we got her. We can't control a hart problem, but after working with her medication, she hasn't shown any issues in two days. I hope they are correct. I usually stay put together when it comes to her, but once or twice a year I have "a night". I know I shouldn't have put this out there for you guys, but I did. Lately I've had zero tolerance for anyone's BS and two things have been going through my mind. One was that someone told me this was my fault because I didn't pay and I was getting pushed because of it. I did not hurt the guy and I regret that. Just being honest. The other was something her bio dad said to me. We met him in court. He was in shackles, handcuffs, and a tether between them. They had him in a wheelchair and he was tied to it with a chain. An officer told me to just look in his direction and the the meeting was over. Two police officers had their hands on either sholder and one officer was between him and us with his hand on his sidearm the entire time. He had already been sentenced to 28 years in prison. He begged me to not tell the kids what he had done. He told me how much he loved the kids and I believe him. He thanked us several times for adopting his children. He also asked that we tell him when my little girl dies. He's a huge POS an yet he's the only one in their "before life" that gave a ####.

Is to check my youngest Daughter in the morning. I've done this since we got her. She has a medical condition and her time on earth is limited. Most people will never realize what it's like to know you child could die at any moment and it's 100% dependent on you and your Wife seeing the signs before it gets to the point of no return. Recently, she has started to exhibit conditions that would suggest her hart is failing. Her life expectancy is in her early 20s at the most. Anyway, I'm drinking heavily on a Thursday night and the only friend I can talk to about it is my best friend, who is lieutenant colonel based in a F'ed up middle eastern country. The time zones don't exactly match up and I just can't take a speach from a guy I consider a hero tell me I compare in any way with the guys he serves with. We've almost lost her twice and l just pissed/hart broken. She's only 10 years old. One more person please tell me to ware a mask in public. I dare you.

I've always met in a public place. I'm always armed. My buddy is always on a sniper rifle 200 yards out with a clear shot because he can't shoot for s÷*t.

All post ban guns had to conform to the new law. All pre ban guns could run 30 round mags.

This is a complete ban on guns. It takes 6 months to get a psychological evaluation now. Imagine everyone getting a gun signing up. Of course insurance isn't going to pay for it, so how much does one or two psych evals costs?

I have an opportunity to hunt 2000 acres of private land in Montana. This kinda fell in my lap. I'm just starting to do the research. Anyone hunted Montana? What's the elk hunting like?

Not a monster, but I wanted something besides pictures.

Looks for a bulldozer.

I just put a security camera in my reloading room and 4 around the house.

I'm just glad I can smell and taste again. The 1 month headache wasn't great either. I'm guessing I don’t need a shot now.

On a side note, there's quite a bit of stuff on back shelves now. They are waiting for the gun control debate to start before they put it up for sale. The other problem is people that work a distributors and retailers taking the ammo before it gets out. Those guy are using secondary sellers and giving a cut to keep their name out of it.

Yes

I have a buddy that got in a pallet of 5.56 in on Monday. He sold out in less than a week. Average price was $1300 pr 1000. He's about to drop some 9mm. I have no doubt it'll get bid up to $100 a box of 50. Crazy times.