Utah Bob #35998

I’m fresh out of haggis so it will have to be steak for dinner. And to cold for a kilt!

Generally no.

Of course we all know that the Pats sold their soul to de Debbil years ago. So when the Rapture comes, they’re screwed! 😆

Yup. He was a bit off key

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She was also in the Designing Women series years ago.

When I moved here Inwent inyo town to buy a snow shovel at the hardware. I produced my Mastercard and they stared at me. ”We don’t take plastic” they said. 😯

Correct. And a fine lady

Good thing I skipped lunch. Now for some dessert, and football. And the sky is clear. ❤️

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First Balsa model I built was a British WW1 SE5! My first experience with dope! 😝

BETHLEHEM RANCH That Christmas Eve the birth was hard, no refuge from the snow. The cold wind howled just like a woman’s scream. The storm had dulled his senses to the point where time slowed down. He seemed to move as if trapped in a dream. A piece of rope around the hooves, a slow and steady pull. He felt the cow 's last breath and knew she'd passed. He knew to give this calf even the slimmest chance at life, his fading strength would somehow have to last. With one last pull the deed was done. He wrapped the blanket tight. He grabbed the newborn calf and held it near. Then after what seemed much too long, he saw the breath of life and heard the newborn’s heartbeat in his ear. No time to lose, the storm grew ever stronger in the night! With babe in hand he mounted his strong bay. His dog barked once, then once again and dashed off through the white, as if to say, “Come on. I’ll lead the way” And down they headed from that pasture cloaked in snow and ice. One babe, one dog, one horse, one fearless man. The wind and snow conspired to make their progress far too slow. The cowboy prayed as only cowboys can. And as the first glow of the sun came faintly from the east the ranch house beckoned dimly in the gloom. So near that he could almost hear the children’s shouts of joy when he would laugh and burst in to the room. At last they made the barn and stood in silence in the dark. The bay stood still and calmly ate his grain. He watched the dog dash to the house, announcing their return. His hands were numb, his body wracked with pain. “Too cold out here for you my friend” he told the newborn babe. Looks like this day you’ll spend some time inside. His family watched as he laid the calf down gently by the fire. And then said Merry Christmas with some pride. He was a simple rancher, not a wealthy one by far. His time on earth was filled with work and strife. But that one Christmas he was proud to risk all that he had to do his best to give the gift of life. And as the storm abated and the howling wind grew still the family went to bed but he....not yet. He gazed upon the brilliant stars and he knew this Christmas day would be one that they would not soon forget.

It’s on June 14, which is also Flag day. Nobody really cares about either anymore. The army, being the senior service, doesn’t want the Marine Corps to feel bad. 😉

Well Special Forces did participate in a successful cavalry charge in Afghanistan . But of course it’s not a large scale type tactic. 😉 I’m afraid weapon technology has far exceeded ship tech since WW2.. The Great White Fleet days are over. I shudder to think of where the money would come from to build a new group of Dreadnoughts. And to what end? To curb the hideous threat from Venezuela? 😂

Take yer tounge and just pit the top in. 🤪

Pose for gigantic photos.

Ridiculous idea.

Courtney, the shop owner keeps him well supplied with treats. 🤠

Stopped by the cigar shop to drop some Christmas cheer in the donation box. That’s Charle the official shop greeter. Usually lays right in the door and you have to step over him. 😆

No. Special ops covers a lot of ground. You have members of the Special Operations command that might contain SEALs, MARSOC, Delta, RANGERS, Special Forces Regiment, etc. some operations are highly classified but the only totally anonymous folks are generally CIA agents. Obituaries are written by funeral homes who get what info they can from whatever family members provide. Eulogies usually are mor personal and detailed.

Stoned was used for drunks before the devil’s lettuce became popular.

As an amateur historian of sorts, I recently re-read a book titled Victoria's Little Wars. In keeping with my current pastime of watching films dealing with Britain’s Victorian era military shenanigans,I am tonight screening the underrated 1966 epic film “Khartoum”, starring Charlton Heston, Sir Laurence Olivier, and a cast of thousands. The story is well told, without a lot of Hollywood fiction thrown in. No CGI or AI stuff. Large battles with legions of extras. It would be to expensive to do today. The script is well done and cinematography is splendid. Now, as an epic, it’s not as impressive as Zulu or Lawrence of Arabia (what is?) but it’s a very entertaining evening’s fare. It’s streaming of several platforms. Free on Tubi. Not a Western but it has guns and horses. 😆 Heston’s character, General Gordon, prefers B&S (Brandy & Soda) as his beverage of choice. I would have thought Gin and Tonic. But I’ll stick to scotch or bourbon myself. Good film! I think perhaps next I’ll go with the rousing, but historically quite inaccurate, Charge of the Light Brigade. Then maybe Gunga Din. Cheerio.

They have a plaque and picture on his bunk aboard the USS Alabama in Mobile Bay. 👍🇺🇸

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