Tuesday, October 19, 2010

On The Phone

Was on the phone with a friend at work tonight, who doesn't keep up with the blog, and telling him all about what he's missed in my life since the last time we talked.

Part of that was the episode with Stingray for the pie.

"No, I literally put lips to ass for this recipe, I'm not being figurative."

"Wait, bare ass or were his pants on?"

"Bare ass."


"Don't say it, the pie is totally worth it. I'd do it again."

"So basically what you're telling me is that your dignity was tasty."

"My dignity is delicious."

Sunday, October 17, 2010


So, having a few moments and a lack of anything else to do, for once, I updated the bloggers I've met list, made some changes on the blogroll, and added the suh-weet new logo that JBOMultigun put together for me ages ago.

Check out the new people, they all rock, and since it's been so damn long since I've updated the list, if you've met me, and you're not on my list, yell at me, and I'll fix that.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Belly Band

So, I've been carrying the P32 in a Uncle Mike's belly band, and it's been long enough that I think it's time for a review.

First off, I was dreading belly band carry, even though it fit the necessary criteria nearly perfectly: highly concealable, low risk of printing or flashing, even when I forget about it.

I'd heard a lot of stories about how uncomfortable and hot belly bands were, as well as how difficult it was to keep them in place without cinching them down to Victorian Era Duchess proportions.

I'll note here that all of those stories were from men, because I think that perhaps women have an advantage when it comes to belly bands.

It's called a waist.

For me, I don't have any problems with the belly band staying up, so to speak. It straps around the narrow part of my waist and the shape of my body helps support it.

It's not entirely comfortable but it's not uncomfortable enough to turn me off of it as a method of carry.

The Uncle Mike's specifically, I could take or leave. It's the only belly band I've tried so I don't know if it's the best or the worst, but I'll give a run down of my likes and dislikes on it.

Likes: It's a mesh material, so it breathes. I don't wind up with a super sweaty strip around my stomach. The elastic is stretchy enough to move with me, but stiff enough to be secure. It also has an adjustable velcro strap to secure your pistol, so you can carry more than one gun in it if you like.

Dislikes: The seams are fairly stiff so if you're not paying attention when you strap it on, and one gets rolled under, it can get pretty uncomfortable. The holster pocket is a one size type thing, so if you don't get the retention strap adjusted just right there can be some wash. The draw is a little awkward, too, since I position the pistol directly in front. Boobs create great camo for the pistol, but without some practice, they can really get in the way of your draw.

All in all, for what I need it for, the belly band is a win. I'd put up with a lot more discomfort and dislikes for the conceal-ability, and the horror stories turned out to not apply as much as I expected.

If you've got a pocket pistol but your pockets aren't big enough, or you need a deep concealment option for some reason, I'd say consider the belly band, over all.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Finally, Some Relaxation

Wednesday night I worked, closing as usual, to get up Thursday morning, drive mom to PT, then back home, and head south to Elsewhere, TX.

It was a very, very long day Thursday, but it was so worth it. Hanging out with Phlegmmy Thursday night was a blast, and she's totally right, her bathroom rocks.... an appropriate setting for a bath goddess, indeed.

Friday I followed in a state of awe as she flew through stores like a stylish whirlwind, accomplishing a purely shocking amount of shopping in a minuscule amount of time. The thing that took the longest time was when LawDog and I got distracted in Sam's by the lure of free cutlery, which lure faded when we realized the enthusiastic man wasn't giving away the knife he was sawing on the hammer with, but a cheesy paring knife.

Then, back to the house where I mostly tried to stay out of the way, and did accomplish hosing off the deck chairs. I always feel awkward when someone else is cleaning their house and I'm there. I want to help, and then I realize I don't know where anything goes, and I remember how annoyed I get when someone puts things away in a place that, to me, seems completely wrong-headed, so unless I'm specifically given a task, or can find something that is extremely difficult to mess up, I just try to stay out of the way.

People started arriving Friday evening and the party was fabulous, as all of Phlegmmy's shindigs are.

Can I just say right now, for the record, that I accept absolutely no blame for any anatomically correct chocolate treats Evyl Robot may come up with. And I'd like to thank Jennifer for letting me be on the other side of the ass grabbery for a change.

One of these days I'll have to get the motivation up to update my bloggers I've met roll, since there have been several additions.

The Farm Fam came home tired, but smiling. We all needed the relaxation and had a lovely time, lovely food, and lovely company.

Tonight, I work. Tomorrow, we're off to Denver for a visit with the surgeon... must remember to grab some steaks, since I did promise him if he fixed mom I'd bring him T-bones.

I'm going to be exhausted for a while but it's in a much better way than I've been dealing with, and I must remember to do something like that more often!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Caffiene Shakes: I Has Them

When you're short on sleep need to go, No-Doze is your friend. When you basically run on it and sugar for a weekend... not so much.

However, it was totally worth it.

Now I just have to figure out how to put my eyes back in my head and make my body stop vibrating.