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What do they call lower ranking female officers in the Navy? I don't know if they still do, but they used to call at least the three lower ranks, and maybe even Lieutenant Commander (but I'm not sure about that one) "Mister". You talking to an Ensign or JG or even a full lieutenant, and you called him Mr Jones. Mr Smith. But they got women officers. Do they call them Mister, because that's what you call people of that rank? Or do they call them Miss, because they're female not male? Or do they call the females by the rank but still call the males mister? Or have they done away with the whole "Mister" thing because of women officers? I was just looking at pictures of the original Star Trek crew, and the stripes on their sleeves. Sulu had one stripe. Uhura had one stripe. They called Sulu "Mr Sulu", but they called Uhura "Lieutenant Uhura". But they also called Spock "Mister", and he was a full Commander. So you really can't compare the show to reality. But it was just the fact that they called the male Mister and called the female by her rank is what caused me to wonder how our Navy does it.

TW finally tells something with a little truth. Indeed, we are sponsoring one of the Port-A-Jons at the TN State. My side is the UPPER half. Naturally, TW is sponsoring the lower half where all the smell goes...... As for being a .... "Lyingest lowdown yeller bellied Yankee biscuit eating cur dog...", I resent being called a 'Yankee'. While TW was in Knoxville, the Bunkhouse Boss and I took ole TW and his family out to eat at Longhorn steakhouse. TW was about to order a big cheese burger until I told him that supper was 'my treat'. That rascal then ordered one of them steaks what has a long name like..... LONGHORN RIBEYE........ or something like that. It comes with a huge bone still on the steak. And I think they price it by weight.... bone included. I won't say the cost was significant, but TW studied all the prices and then ordered the biggest and most expensive steak on the menu. Just about took TWO credit cards to pay for supper. It was worth it, cause I had a pleasant meal with 3 beautiful ladies to talk with while eating. The only distraction was the drunks from the bar walking over to our table saying "HEY". to. 'JOE'. Guess WHO "Joe" was? And now you know the rest of the story! ..........Widder

Getting ready for some plastering. Unlike Fr. Patrick who frescoes on wet plaster, the guy who will do the pendentives works on dry plaster. So things got moved and covered. Scaffolding will go up, and for 2 weeks people will be doing the plastering. We're being farmed out either to the little church or to other parishes for a few weeks.

A reminder Pard!

Actually, looking at that picture, Kirk only had two and a half, which would make him a Lieutenant Commander.

I have two thoughts on that. First, if he is the commander of the ship, it does not matter what his actual rank is. He is Captain. If an Ensign is in command of the PT boat, he is the Captain. Second, maybe he's in Starfleet. Captain Kirk only had three stripes.

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Chinese MRE?

Ruby Red Rider makes great ones. I have about 3 or 4 of them. These are for buckles, she can do bout anything.

Got rained out today. I don’t like to shoot on my place during school hours. If they hear gunfire at the school they go into lockdown. I’m far enough away that there’s no danger, but close enough to have the noise cause concern. It’s what some folks would consider tedious work, but I enjoy it and it’s fun to break out different stuff. The day wasn’t totally wasted. I roll crimped about a hundred of my brass Black Powder shells this morning and loaded a few more 10ga plastic hulls with smokeless. I also deprimed the last of my 12ga MagTec shells and got them ready to prime and reload.

I was in Knoxville all this weekend for the state basketball AAU championships, and this coming weekend I'll be at Austin Peay for the field portion of the state championships for track and field. Rowdy Riley is keeping us busy! I even beat Widder out of a steak dinner at Longhorn this past weekend. He may be the lyingest lowdown yeller bellied Yankee biscuit eating cur dog this side of the Mississippi, but as friends go, he ain't that bad. Me and him are sponsoring one of the port-a-jons at the shoot. He said he was putting a camera in on his side of it. I can't tell ya which one it is.

A few years ago I went on safari in my attic. This is a copy of my ledger entry for that hunt. I was hunting rats, in my attic. Now, for y'all that ain't never been in a "typical Florida house", let me explain "attic". The peak of my roof is approximately four feet above my ceiling. The slope of it means that I have room to move, in an area approximately three feet wide, running down the centerline of my house. Can't stand up, so I either crouch, while doing the tightrope routine on the 2x6, or crawl, on the 2x6. So, I put on my nytril gloves, get my garbage bag (to take my trophies to the street in), put in my earplugs (so I don't go deaf), strap on my trusty 22 (loaded with CCI shot loads - don't want to be shooting holes in my house if I miss), turn on my headlamp and start up the ladder. Just in case there is something large up there (like a possum, maybe) I have a 45 revolver under my arm, also loaded with CCI shot loads. These, however, have #9s instead of #12s, and have both a larger load and a heavier powder charge. Once I get up there, I look around at the evidence of little furry brother's residence. Lots of evidence, but no little furry brother. So, balancing carefully on the 2x6, I start down the length of the house, looking from side to side. Oh, look. There's a rat nest. Br'er Rat lives there. But he's not home. Where at he? Keep on. Get all the way to the back of the house. See one of Br'er Rat's ancestors. Musta been an Egyptian rat, 'cause he's a mummy. Get to where the house originally stopped. An addition had been built, years back. To get to the addition, you pass through a doorway, cut in the original eaves. Maybe two feet wide. I decide I don't want to go through. I look through the door. Br'er Rat, sitting on top of the gable vent. Damn, he's big. Probably go five pounds, maybe more. I've seen chihuahua dogs that weren't that big. I forget all about the 45. Good thing, too, 'cause if I'da pulled it, I'da never got it back in the shoulder rig. Not enough room to move. I pull the 22. PAP. Br'er Rat jumps, then turns and heads left (south), across the gable window. As he starts down the left side of the window, PAP. Br'er Rat jumps down to the ceiling and heads towards the south edge of the roof, then takes another left and heads east, then another left, now heading north, back towards me. I hold my fire, 'til he's about three feet away. PAP. Br'er Rat jumps in the air, and changes direction again, now heading SW, toward the west wall. He gets to the wall, and turns right, heading north. PAP. He jumps, but keeps on north. At about three feet, while he's crossing in front of me, PAP. Br'er Rat jumps again, and runs off to the north wall, where he disappears into the shadows. I shot ol' Br'er Rat FIVE times. And, since he jumped each time, I figger I hit him FIVE times. Guess I just didn't hit him hard enough. 'Course, I'll know for sure about day after tomorrow. If I did get him good, that's about when he'll start to stink. Lessons learned: CCI 22 shot loads suck. I've got some empty 44 capsules somewhere around here. I'll load me up some of them, and stick 'em in that 696, for my next safari. I'm in worse shape than I thought I was. Just the crawling around up there, and having to keep my balance so I didn't go through the Sheetrock, left me shaking, and with a pulse of waaay over a hundred, when I got down. Shoulder holster is a waste of time, up there. Space too cramped. Need two hands to reholster, and don't have two hands available (need one to hold on, so don't step off 2x6). Now, maybe you would get some distance and killing power with a smooth bore, unlike that 1⅞-inch rifled barrel I was using. I have heard that the Remington crimped full length brass shot loads are good. But I have never used them. But you do not want to waste your time or your money on the CCI 22 rat shot. It is useless.

yup the camander was a real interesting sort - liked to turn off the heat in a lot of the house in the winter when i met him , he and the wife lived in the basement - kinda cozy but at the same time cave like , maybe it reminded him of the subs , hard to say he has been gone for a bit now , i do miss him a lot ,

Best of luck!! I did a bunch of phone calls and emails to my representatives here in Tennessee and apparently others did too!! We got the legislature off its behind and got the Carry for Teachers legislation out of committee and onto the floor where it was overwhelmingly passed!! Wish I could help!

Not soldered. Just stretched

One of the future leaders of a country. Hopefully not yours or mine.