Beard Care That Cares | stubble & ‘stache I have several friends that are beard wearers. Notably The Evil German Dude and +Frank Keller who my children call Frankenstein. Mostly because my kids have grown up seeing him as a freakishly large man with a lot of facial hair. I know him to be the giant teddy-bear[…]
As a young man I served my nation in the United States Marine Corps Reserve. My military occupational specialty was 0811, basic artilleryman. We were also called gun-bunnies and other nicknames. As an 0811 I also trained to drive ammunition. Each howitzer has a truck and trailer following it. The bed and trailer are full of artillery shells and powder to propel those rounds down range to perforate our enemies in a very violent and decisive way. If you haven’t 6×6’ed with a couple of tons of artillery shells bouncing around in the bed of your truck, you are missing out.
“Artillery lends dignity to what might otherwise be a vulgar brawl.”
So when given the opportunity to participate with the artillery, I was all in. […]
aka Thomas O’doule
I recently lost a long time friend, Whit Edwards, who was a great reenactor/historian/actor/friend. My first reenacting was with Whit and many other great historians serving in the 10th Kansas Company A. We had a great time. In 2003 with family responsibilities and an ever more troublesome spinal cord, I gave up Civil War reenacting.
|I loved the lines.
High on a hill east of Guthrie.
Mrs. Okierover and I love a good road trip. So when our oldest daughter (Fireball) told us our oldest grandchild (Pistol, aka Tater) was cheering in Guthrie, Oklahoma, we had to go. Guthrie holds a special place in our family’s history. Fireball was proposed to in this city by our now son-in-law J-man.
From our home in Norman, Guthrie is a solid one hour drive on the interstate. The first grade football game began at 0830. This meant both Fireball and her brood would need to roll out of their racks around 0630 in order to be more or less on time for the game. It’s no small task to haul a 6, 4, and 9 month old anywhere let alone at 0630. I’ve done it, alone, with only 6$(US) in my pocket, so I know. (A story for another time.)
I am not fond of “rolling out” at 0730 on my only “sleep in” day of the week. Add driving an hour on the interstate on a OU home football game weekend. Not fun. So I ponied up the money for us to stay in Guthrie over night. The grand kids had never stayed in a hotel so we knew they would have fun. […]
One of the first people I met online in the Range Rover community was Dan Hamren. He had a sweet expedition style rig he named “Dubya” AKA “The Beast”. It was a 1993 Range Rover Classic LWB. His current project is a 1995 Range Rover Classic safari style rig. That’s it in the picture below.[…]
People often ask me why I live in Oklahoma. I usually respond with a smart-ass comment like, “I wasn’t really consulted as a child.” I was adopted as an infant and it just so happened that both my families, adopted and biological, came to Oklahoma…on purpose a hundred and twenty five years ago, more or[…]
I’ve got to learn to SLOW DOWN. I was in a bit of a manic state Saturday. I had so much I wanted to get done, I didn’t know where to start. You’ve been there. This time I cross-threaded one of the bolts that holds the right rear brake caliper to the hub. So Monday[…]
If you follow any weird and unusual news you’ve probably saw this story which is “going viral” as you read this. Google denies Street View car ran over donkey, adds to intrigue – Los Angeles Times It seems there is a controversy brewing that a Google Street View car ran over a donkey in Kweneng, Botswana.[…]
When you have deer running in front of the truck you’ve probably left what most people call “a road”. I’ve been thinking and planning some upgrades for the Range Rover. Springs and shocks are among the things I’ve been putting on a list. But, I was reading a blog post on The Last Great Road[…]
My Classic in front of our domicile for the weekend It has been a really long year. I know it is only April but I have had more than my share of being a grown-up this year. As many of you read last year, my adopted mother passed away in August of 2011. On March[…]