It is May 5th

[RPM]

Most people don't know that back in 1912, Hellmann's mayonnaise was manufactured in England . In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico , which was to be the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New York . This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico . But as we know, the great ship did not make it to New York . The ship hit an iceberg and sank, and the cargo was forever lost. The people of Mexico , who were crazy about mayonnaise, and were eagerly awaiting its delivery, were disconsolate at the loss. Their anguish was so great, that they declared a National Day of Mourning, which they still observe to this day. The National Day of Mourning occurs each year on May 5th and is known, of course, as
Sinko de Mayo.

 

[Keeper]

HAHAHAHA

 

[lincolnuT]

I knew that Ron..............LOL.....

Mike

 

[Chief-T]

The best laugh I've had all week.

 

[Duke]

I have been to three County Fairs and a goat orgy and I never know-ed that.

 

[madmike8]

I have been to three County Fairs and a goat orgy and I never know-ed that.

Some times you have the real urge to ask... But know that you shouldn't... Because some things you just can't unhear...

 

[Mike]

Because some things you just can't unhear...

And damn our rotten luck because of it!

 

[Don'tCallMeJimmie]

That one never seems to get old, may be my age that plays into it.

But I feel as though I got pretty close to sink-o de DCMJ today.

I made a trip to my favorite indoor shooting range this morning. A bad day there is usually worlds better than a bad day at work, but not today. I couldn't seem to hit the broad side of a banana box, not with my .45 Sig (bad case of the flinches, stoopit me should not shoot a .22 and a .45 in the same session - lesson learned), not with my red-dot-sighted Ruger 22/45 Lite (neat weapon, an absolute gas to shoot, fantastic trigger straight out of the factory- rare to get one like that).

Should a'quit while I was ahead.

While I was shagging my .45 brass, I found a pill right next to my feet, clearly fired with burnt powder on the base, rifling marks and all. It didn't look at all like it had hit the bullet trap or anything else significantj; a small ding on the nose more suggestive of due to handling, a slight skidmark down the side. I don't have any way to confirm or deny that it came from my weapon, but the fact that shooters here clean up their lanes when done, the probability is pretty high that it issued from my barrel. The pucker induced by that little discovery put and end to my fun at the range today.

I'm keeping the pill, it's my "God smiled at me that day" reminder for those days that don't go well... I might even make it into a plaque.

It won't stop me from spending time at the range, honing my skills, and having fun doing it but the fun for today is done.

And I'll laugh at this later, particularly after slamming a few Margaritas tonight on my undate with my platonic gal pal. Just to keep things on-topic.