So I picked Carla up from the airport Sunday, and her sunburn was worse than I thought. So much so that even today she's having trouble moving, so I've been helping her with that. It brings us really close, which I like, but I know she hates missing work. I just wish she wasn't in so much pain.
About to finish up my office hours and go home (and by home, I mean stop at my place then go to hers, lol). Got about 30 pictures for my Midway lecture, I'll probably type up the stuff for that tonight, maybe do the power point presentation. It'll be fun, I can't wait.
Got an offer on my SMLE today. I really don't want to sell it, so I think I'll just take longer paying the bill. With what I have already sold, and tuition waivers, I can get the bill down to $2,000 I think, and at about $125 a month and my parents finally helping pay the thing with $50 a month, I should have $2,000 paid off in a year anyway, and if I can sell the SKS and Smith and Wesson so much the better. But those two, plus my Swiss K-31 and my musket, are about all of my collection I really want to part with.
On minis note I got my 100mm battery painted and crewed, and all but faces and rifles painted on my 75mm Horse battery, but I left all my unpainted minis in Skiatook. Oh well.
Well, office hours are over so now to run an errand or two, then go home to the woman I love.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
S**tboxes, or Italian Tankettes
In addition to my massive Flames of War Italian companies, I wanted to get some non Battlefront FOW miniatures so I could model early war forces or really, really crappy tanks.
My solution: 3 Old Glory Carro Armato M11/39s (MG turret and a 37mm gun in the hull) and 6 Peter Pig Carri Veloce L3/35 tankettes. The Italians called them light tanks or fast tanks (the literal translation of Carri Veloce). Armament: 2 8mm Modello 38 Machine Guns. Height: 4 feet, crew two. Tiny bastards:
Turns out the Flames of War website included specs for them, they use the twin MG rule, 0 side, 0 top, and 1 rear armor, and counts as half tracked. Essentially an AB-41 armored car with the MGs of the M14/41 tank. Still, it's appropriate. My six are painted in Russian front colors, but now I want 12 more for my early 1940 North Africa set, six with MGs and six as "controcarros" or anti tanks, fitted with 20mm Solothorn S-18/1000 antitank rifles.
You know, it's hard to believe that Italy went into the war like this. They had 2,000 of these "casa di mortes" or death boxes, did not get true Medium tanks until the year they entered the war in 1940, and total production was something like several hundred in a span when the U.S. produced several thousand. Not to mention that the Carro Armato M15/42, the best Italian tank of the war (which barely saw service and only in small numbers) carried a 47mm Gun and weighed 15 tons, in an era when the American Medium Tank M4, the famed "Sherman" that was reputed to catch fire every time it was hit, carried a 75mm Gun and weighed 35 to 37 tons.
That's why I game the Italians, they're underdogs and just interesting. Not to mention they switched sides, and like the Russians saw horrible reprisals at the hands of the Germans. Just wiki the Massacre of the 33a Divisione fanteria Acqui.
Oil changes and miscellany
Drove dad to Pawhuska today to go to the Indian Health Clinic for his diabetes, then once back in Skiatook got my oil changed. Took 2 hours to do, but between that and the hour and a half he was at the clinic I got about 200 pages read in the Regulars, I'll finish it up tonight.
Bought the tickets to take Carla to see Sugarland on her birthday. I'm happy, I know she'll love it. They were out of the cheap seats, so instead of about $50 it cost $120 for the both of us. More than what I had figured (what the hell is with a $23.00 "convenience fee"? Not very damn convenient for me...) but at least we'll be closer. And hell, it's what I was gonna buy originally before she talked me into the cheap seats. If I had the money I wish I could have got her even closer seats.
Have to say I'm missing her terribly. It seems like at any given time I can only think about her... I feel when she's away that my world is just "off," it just doesn't feel right. I also confessed to her how when we planned to go to the other Sugarland concert in September I planned to ask her to marry me. I've changed my mind in wanting to give her more time to make sure she's ready, and especially with us moving in together, but also must admit I feel a strong desire to look at engagement rings. Part of me thinks I'm not ready for that step, but every fiber of my body tells me that's what I want. My love for her is so much that I don't even really care where I go for my Phd (I had enteretained thoughts of Wisonsin, to study under Edward M. Coffman, as his research on the American Army seems closest to my own) or if push comes to shove if I get my Phd right off, I just want to be with her. That's all that matters to me.
Now I'm chilling at home. Have not painted a single mini since I got home, so I might try to do that. Played a FOW game with dad last night, letting him use my Compagnia Bersaglieri and I fought with my Fucilieri. It was fun, I might try to con him in again tonight.
Now to get a haircut, and find munchables for dinner. I think I'll have a TV dinner and a salad, it sounds quasi healthy.
Stupid healthy. I once weighed 326 pounds, and thanks to diet, excersize, and phentermine -- which turned out to be prescription speed, something I still blame for random bouts of insomnia -- I got down to about 260 pounds. Sure, still fat, but I liked that weight. I maintained that with my regimine last year, especially when my psychotic ex from hell made me walk like 6 miles two or three times a week. Then grad school killed it. Apparently frappuccinos by the gallon puts the weight back on you, so now I'm in the high 290s again. Son of a *****. So that's gonna start going down again, I think I've been able to drop 3 pounds this week. Its amazing what guzzling water, even light treadmill work, and just eating less will do.
Oh, and my first lecture I give for the WWII class is about the Battle of Midway. And Dr. Moses listed me as a Graduate Instructor, not graduate assistant. Maybe, unlike Rodney Dangerfield, I get some respect! Hahaha.
Bought the tickets to take Carla to see Sugarland on her birthday. I'm happy, I know she'll love it. They were out of the cheap seats, so instead of about $50 it cost $120 for the both of us. More than what I had figured (what the hell is with a $23.00 "convenience fee"? Not very damn convenient for me...) but at least we'll be closer. And hell, it's what I was gonna buy originally before she talked me into the cheap seats. If I had the money I wish I could have got her even closer seats.
Have to say I'm missing her terribly. It seems like at any given time I can only think about her... I feel when she's away that my world is just "off," it just doesn't feel right. I also confessed to her how when we planned to go to the other Sugarland concert in September I planned to ask her to marry me. I've changed my mind in wanting to give her more time to make sure she's ready, and especially with us moving in together, but also must admit I feel a strong desire to look at engagement rings. Part of me thinks I'm not ready for that step, but every fiber of my body tells me that's what I want. My love for her is so much that I don't even really care where I go for my Phd (I had enteretained thoughts of Wisonsin, to study under Edward M. Coffman, as his research on the American Army seems closest to my own) or if push comes to shove if I get my Phd right off, I just want to be with her. That's all that matters to me.
Now I'm chilling at home. Have not painted a single mini since I got home, so I might try to do that. Played a FOW game with dad last night, letting him use my Compagnia Bersaglieri and I fought with my Fucilieri. It was fun, I might try to con him in again tonight.
Now to get a haircut, and find munchables for dinner. I think I'll have a TV dinner and a salad, it sounds quasi healthy.
Stupid healthy. I once weighed 326 pounds, and thanks to diet, excersize, and phentermine -- which turned out to be prescription speed, something I still blame for random bouts of insomnia -- I got down to about 260 pounds. Sure, still fat, but I liked that weight. I maintained that with my regimine last year, especially when my psychotic ex from hell made me walk like 6 miles two or three times a week. Then grad school killed it. Apparently frappuccinos by the gallon puts the weight back on you, so now I'm in the high 290s again. Son of a *****. So that's gonna start going down again, I think I've been able to drop 3 pounds this week. Its amazing what guzzling water, even light treadmill work, and just eating less will do.
Oh, and my first lecture I give for the WWII class is about the Battle of Midway. And Dr. Moses listed me as a Graduate Instructor, not graduate assistant. Maybe, unlike Rodney Dangerfield, I get some respect! Hahaha.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Why can't people understand plain English?
So on the forum I'm trying to sell my Model 1903 Springfield, I explicitly say I need cash out of it to pay a bill. That means I don't want a trade (i.e. he gives me a rifle of equal value).
So gent offers me a Spannish CETME in trade. The CETME is a Spanish Assault Rifle in 7.62mm NATO. Granted, this one is semi-automatic only one so it's not technically an "assault rifle." It's worth about the $800 I wanted to sell the '03 for, but as I'm more of a collector and not a shooter what am I gonna do with it? Besides, trading doesn't give me the cash I need. So I politely decline and explain that I need cash out of the rifle, but might be open to a cash and trade. I.e. he gives me a rifle worth $400 and gives me say $400 in cash. He then responds with the offer of the CETME and a Finnish M-39 Mosin Nagant. So now he's offering me $1,100 worth of rifles for an $800 rifle. Not bad, but if I'm having trouble selling what I have.... I politely said I might consider it, I could always keep the M-39 and try to sell the CETME of vice-versa, but I don't really want to take it.
The other end of the coin is the guy wanting to haggle for an already cheap rifle. I paid $175 for my Model 1938 Turkish Mauser because it's the most pristine one I've seen. I spent another $30 for a bayonet for it. I'm trying to sell the whole gig for $175 shipped, actually $150 plus $25 to cover the shipping. A guy contacts me offering $150 shipped for the whole thing, meaning for $200 worth of goods I'd get $125. I refuse, politely, informing him my price is firm. He then offers to split the shipping, meaning I'd get $135 for my $200 of goods. I counter offer, agreeing to his terms if I keep the bayonet. He then declines, saying it's "out of his price range." I usually have wiggle room on some things, but talking down an already cheap rifle and bcan ayonet is stupid. So I pointed the gent to a beat up Turkish Mauser in his price range. No bayonet, stock is beat up, a bit rusty, but functional. It'll cost the guy $135 shipped if he takes it. He'll save a whopping $30. Craziness.
That's the beauty of me trying to sell these in my own time. By having my own deadline, I can take what the goods are worth, and if no one will pay me what I want I can back away from the table.
Ok rant off... and at some point I need to create lecture notes. Huzzah for stategic bombing and naval battles and stuff.
So gent offers me a Spannish CETME in trade. The CETME is a Spanish Assault Rifle in 7.62mm NATO. Granted, this one is semi-automatic only one so it's not technically an "assault rifle." It's worth about the $800 I wanted to sell the '03 for, but as I'm more of a collector and not a shooter what am I gonna do with it? Besides, trading doesn't give me the cash I need. So I politely decline and explain that I need cash out of the rifle, but might be open to a cash and trade. I.e. he gives me a rifle worth $400 and gives me say $400 in cash. He then responds with the offer of the CETME and a Finnish M-39 Mosin Nagant. So now he's offering me $1,100 worth of rifles for an $800 rifle. Not bad, but if I'm having trouble selling what I have.... I politely said I might consider it, I could always keep the M-39 and try to sell the CETME of vice-versa, but I don't really want to take it.
The other end of the coin is the guy wanting to haggle for an already cheap rifle. I paid $175 for my Model 1938 Turkish Mauser because it's the most pristine one I've seen. I spent another $30 for a bayonet for it. I'm trying to sell the whole gig for $175 shipped, actually $150 plus $25 to cover the shipping. A guy contacts me offering $150 shipped for the whole thing, meaning for $200 worth of goods I'd get $125. I refuse, politely, informing him my price is firm. He then offers to split the shipping, meaning I'd get $135 for my $200 of goods. I counter offer, agreeing to his terms if I keep the bayonet. He then declines, saying it's "out of his price range." I usually have wiggle room on some things, but talking down an already cheap rifle and bcan ayonet is stupid. So I pointed the gent to a beat up Turkish Mauser in his price range. No bayonet, stock is beat up, a bit rusty, but functional. It'll cost the guy $135 shipped if he takes it. He'll save a whopping $30. Craziness.
That's the beauty of me trying to sell these in my own time. By having my own deadline, I can take what the goods are worth, and if no one will pay me what I want I can back away from the table.
Ok rant off... and at some point I need to create lecture notes. Huzzah for stategic bombing and naval battles and stuff.
Epiphany!
So in musing about the bill, I had a wonderful epiphany. My tuition waiver! I totally forgot about them.
So, I figure:
1842 Springfield: $550 SOLD
Fall and Spring Tuition Waivers: $1,800 WILL GET
Turkish Mauser: $140 ON HOLD
Swiss Karabiner 1931: $240 ON HOLD
Sack Coat: $70 SOLD
That's a total of $2,800, which would leave me with $2,219 to pay on the bill. If I can sell my 1903 as well (letting me keep my Karabiner 98k, SMLE, and Smith and Wesson revolvers) that gets me about $3,550 (if I can at least get $750 out of it), which cuts the bill down to $1,469, which at $150 a month I can have paid off in 10 months. True, that adds more to the student loan money, but that's something I can pay off later when I have a pretty good job anyway. Huzzah, that definately improves my mood.
So, I figure:
1842 Springfield: $550 SOLD
Fall and Spring Tuition Waivers: $1,800 WILL GET
Turkish Mauser: $140 ON HOLD
Swiss Karabiner 1931: $240 ON HOLD
Sack Coat: $70 SOLD
That's a total of $2,800, which would leave me with $2,219 to pay on the bill. If I can sell my 1903 as well (letting me keep my Karabiner 98k, SMLE, and Smith and Wesson revolvers) that gets me about $3,550 (if I can at least get $750 out of it), which cuts the bill down to $1,469, which at $150 a month I can have paid off in 10 months. True, that adds more to the student loan money, but that's something I can pay off later when I have a pretty good job anyway. Huzzah, that definately improves my mood.
Damn Economy
As I figured, the 1842 was snapped up quickly (yes I know, passive voice. Damn grad school!). I figured the 1903 Springfield and the Smith and Wesson Military and Police would go quick, instead I haven't had a single offer. One guy expressed interest in my Karabiner 98k, and another guy is trying to talk me down on my 1938 Turkish Mauser. I paid $175 for it and $30 for the bayonet, was selling both for $175 shipped, and he's trying to talk me down ($25 is for shipping). Some times it sucks being nice, I want to tell him if he wants a $130 Turkish Mauser go to gunbroker and by one beat to hell for $100. Didn't want to sell it, but it looks like my Swiss Karabiner 1931 will go to, I've got someone interested, need to get pictures on Monday. That's the one I hate selling, no more are being imported into the country and in the year or so I've had it their market value has jumped from $200 to $300. Oh well, I find myself more concerned with getting this stupid bill paid than anything.
If these pieces don't sell, I might sell off my WWI collection, or try to sell it. I'll keep the 1891 dated Gewehr 1888, but sell off my 1917 Gewehr 1898, 1917 Steyr 1895, 1900 Mosin Nagant 1891, and my WWII Korean made Type 99 Arisaka. I could get about $650 out of them, and if I did I might be able to keep my 1903, which doesn't seem to be selling anyway.
In other news I should finish "The Regulars" today, good book. Though I have to say Coffman leaves me wanting more, which I guess is what my own research fills. Dr. Moses is going to let me lecture each week, so four 50 minute lectures total, I can't wait. So far it's looking like I get to talk about the Strategic Bombing of Germany and the naval battles in the Solomons (Guadalcanal, Savo Island, Santa Cruz, "The Slot," the Tokyo Express, etc). June is going to be fun methinks.
Also, I've been kind of somber this morning, still giddy about moving in with Carla but reflective as hell. This time last year I was getting out of a horrible relationship with a woman who was "getting divorced" and instead discarded me because I was something on the side. I was jaded like hell after it, and right now just consider myself so lucky that I didn't let that experience cloud my judgement when Carla and I started dating. I'm also amazed, this month will be our nine month dating, making this my longest relationship by about six months. I couldn't be happier.
Plans for today:
Go mail the first payment on that bill.
Paint Minis
Finish the book
Try to do something constructive.
If these pieces don't sell, I might sell off my WWI collection, or try to sell it. I'll keep the 1891 dated Gewehr 1888, but sell off my 1917 Gewehr 1898, 1917 Steyr 1895, 1900 Mosin Nagant 1891, and my WWII Korean made Type 99 Arisaka. I could get about $650 out of them, and if I did I might be able to keep my 1903, which doesn't seem to be selling anyway.
In other news I should finish "The Regulars" today, good book. Though I have to say Coffman leaves me wanting more, which I guess is what my own research fills. Dr. Moses is going to let me lecture each week, so four 50 minute lectures total, I can't wait. So far it's looking like I get to talk about the Strategic Bombing of Germany and the naval battles in the Solomons (Guadalcanal, Savo Island, Santa Cruz, "The Slot," the Tokyo Express, etc). June is going to be fun methinks.
Also, I've been kind of somber this morning, still giddy about moving in with Carla but reflective as hell. This time last year I was getting out of a horrible relationship with a woman who was "getting divorced" and instead discarded me because I was something on the side. I was jaded like hell after it, and right now just consider myself so lucky that I didn't let that experience cloud my judgement when Carla and I started dating. I'm also amazed, this month will be our nine month dating, making this my longest relationship by about six months. I couldn't be happier.
Plans for today:
Go mail the first payment on that bill.
Paint Minis
Finish the book
Try to do something constructive.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Life gets complicated, fast
So this was an interesting week. Carla went to Detroit, so I'm back home with the folks. Started out simple enough, and then for whatever reason it clicked Carla and I are getting extremely serious, talking of marriage and everything, so I realized it was time to clean house.
My freshman year at Northeastern I developed an intestinal infection. Treated it with God knows what, nothing cured it. You ever not poop for a month? I have, it ain't fun. So finally mom decides to take me to the hospital. I'm 1/512th Cherokee so I have a CDIB card I never use except for medical emergencies. She tried to take me to the Claremore Indian hospital, somehow got lost, and took me to Tulsa Regional instead. Since it was her fault she got lost, and because being an 18 year old "good kid" I never argued with the parents (at least, on shit that mattered), I had no say in the matter. She promised to pay the bill, but because I was 18 it got put in my name, and a hose up my ass and $5,024 later I'm screwed. She promised to pay it, and promptly forgot.
Then in 2005 I was approached by lawyers. Pay up, or else pretty much. I have always been somewhat of a lucky bastard and was here too. I sent them a letter promising to pay, but explained that I was a college student with no income. If they would wait, once I was done with school I would pay it off. They agreed. All the while, my parents promised to make payments on it since it was their fault.
This week, on realing how serious Carla and I are and that marriage is appearing more inevitable than probable, I decided it was time to clear up the debt. I figured it was around $3,000 now, so I planned to sell $1,200 worth of rifles and pay the rest off in a year. WRONG! Mom and dad sent in $5, yes f-i-v-e dollars on the bill and that was it. Mom forgot about it. I understand that she did, and she had a lot of stuff going on (though mostly in 2004, the year before I got the letter from the lawyers), but that puts me in a bit of a bind. Oh well, what has to be done has to be done.
I've sold my repro Armi Sport 1842 Springfield, and I'm selling my prized U.S. Model 1903 Springfield, my Swiss Karabiner 1931, my Karabiner 98k, my Yugoslavian SKS, my Turkish Mauser, and my new Smith and Wesson Military and Police Revolver. That plus some reenacting gear I won't need should net me about $3,000, so I'm hoping that these sales plus some from my saving will get the bill down to about $1,800 to $2,000 within a few weeks. Then if I pay $150 a month (I got them to agree to $50 a month) I should have it paid off in a year.
Believe it or not, I'm not upset about selling rifles. I'll still have my Italian collection (which still needs a Vetterli Vitali) and my Trapdoor and Krag. I've always said these things, in the end, were hunks of metal and wood and I'm happy to say that when push came to show they were.
That's what I've been dealing with for the past few days, then today another apple falls from the tree. Jon decided to move back to Kansas, leaving me in a bit of a lurch as to a place to live. Sure, for the past two months I've "lived" at Carla's place, but always had mine should she want to be by herself for a night. The logical thing is me to just "move in," i.e. bring my books over (everything else but my bed, half my movies, and rifles are already over there) but I knew we had agreed to wait till summer, and didn't want to rush her. But we decided to move in together in December, and she says that's what she wants. I know I couldn't be happier, but I've also noticed I'm starting to worry all of this is becoming too good and that somehow I'll fuck it all up.
In school notes, I've got a chunk of "The Regulars" read and realize that I hate reading books. Still, tht gives me about seven for the summer "read" with three or four more I've read before, just need to skim. Now to write all the reviews. Blargh.
In Flames of War notes, I've finally repainted my Carro Armato Fiat Ansaldo L6/40s and painted my Carri Veloce L3/35s. Also finally painted the shovels on my last two Autoblinda AB-41 Armored Cars. Now I need to decal all of them. Still need to drybrush my Carro Armato M14/41s and Semovente M. 40s. And paint my final artillery crews for my 75mm Horse Battery, second 100mm Howitzer section, and my 6pdr Corpo Italiano di Liberazione platoon. And my 3rd Fucilieri Platoon. I'll take a break after that before priming and painting my Squadroni Cavalleria.
In work news, I start TAing for Moses' WWII class Monday. I can't wait, he'll let me lecture some times, which means I can blather on about the Italians, North Africa, and naval battles. However that stipend is only for one month, so I'm thinking about going back to being a Wal Mart cashier in July. Maybe full time then switch it back to part time in August. I dunno.... I'll be fine once school starts, I just don't really want to live of funds only in July. We'll see though, I kinda liked the idea of working on my thesis in advance.
H'ok, mom and dad want to watch TV, so I'll guess I'll pay attention to that. Ciao!
My freshman year at Northeastern I developed an intestinal infection. Treated it with God knows what, nothing cured it. You ever not poop for a month? I have, it ain't fun. So finally mom decides to take me to the hospital. I'm 1/512th Cherokee so I have a CDIB card I never use except for medical emergencies. She tried to take me to the Claremore Indian hospital, somehow got lost, and took me to Tulsa Regional instead. Since it was her fault she got lost, and because being an 18 year old "good kid" I never argued with the parents (at least, on shit that mattered), I had no say in the matter. She promised to pay the bill, but because I was 18 it got put in my name, and a hose up my ass and $5,024 later I'm screwed. She promised to pay it, and promptly forgot.
Then in 2005 I was approached by lawyers. Pay up, or else pretty much. I have always been somewhat of a lucky bastard and was here too. I sent them a letter promising to pay, but explained that I was a college student with no income. If they would wait, once I was done with school I would pay it off. They agreed. All the while, my parents promised to make payments on it since it was their fault.
This week, on realing how serious Carla and I are and that marriage is appearing more inevitable than probable, I decided it was time to clear up the debt. I figured it was around $3,000 now, so I planned to sell $1,200 worth of rifles and pay the rest off in a year. WRONG! Mom and dad sent in $5, yes f-i-v-e dollars on the bill and that was it. Mom forgot about it. I understand that she did, and she had a lot of stuff going on (though mostly in 2004, the year before I got the letter from the lawyers), but that puts me in a bit of a bind. Oh well, what has to be done has to be done.
I've sold my repro Armi Sport 1842 Springfield, and I'm selling my prized U.S. Model 1903 Springfield, my Swiss Karabiner 1931, my Karabiner 98k, my Yugoslavian SKS, my Turkish Mauser, and my new Smith and Wesson Military and Police Revolver. That plus some reenacting gear I won't need should net me about $3,000, so I'm hoping that these sales plus some from my saving will get the bill down to about $1,800 to $2,000 within a few weeks. Then if I pay $150 a month (I got them to agree to $50 a month) I should have it paid off in a year.
Believe it or not, I'm not upset about selling rifles. I'll still have my Italian collection (which still needs a Vetterli Vitali) and my Trapdoor and Krag. I've always said these things, in the end, were hunks of metal and wood and I'm happy to say that when push came to show they were.
That's what I've been dealing with for the past few days, then today another apple falls from the tree. Jon decided to move back to Kansas, leaving me in a bit of a lurch as to a place to live. Sure, for the past two months I've "lived" at Carla's place, but always had mine should she want to be by herself for a night. The logical thing is me to just "move in," i.e. bring my books over (everything else but my bed, half my movies, and rifles are already over there) but I knew we had agreed to wait till summer, and didn't want to rush her. But we decided to move in together in December, and she says that's what she wants. I know I couldn't be happier, but I've also noticed I'm starting to worry all of this is becoming too good and that somehow I'll fuck it all up.
In school notes, I've got a chunk of "The Regulars" read and realize that I hate reading books. Still, tht gives me about seven for the summer "read" with three or four more I've read before, just need to skim. Now to write all the reviews. Blargh.
In Flames of War notes, I've finally repainted my Carro Armato Fiat Ansaldo L6/40s and painted my Carri Veloce L3/35s. Also finally painted the shovels on my last two Autoblinda AB-41 Armored Cars. Now I need to decal all of them. Still need to drybrush my Carro Armato M14/41s and Semovente M. 40s. And paint my final artillery crews for my 75mm Horse Battery, second 100mm Howitzer section, and my 6pdr Corpo Italiano di Liberazione platoon. And my 3rd Fucilieri Platoon. I'll take a break after that before priming and painting my Squadroni Cavalleria.
In work news, I start TAing for Moses' WWII class Monday. I can't wait, he'll let me lecture some times, which means I can blather on about the Italians, North Africa, and naval battles. However that stipend is only for one month, so I'm thinking about going back to being a Wal Mart cashier in July. Maybe full time then switch it back to part time in August. I dunno.... I'll be fine once school starts, I just don't really want to live of funds only in July. We'll see though, I kinda liked the idea of working on my thesis in advance.
H'ok, mom and dad want to watch TV, so I'll guess I'll pay attention to that. Ciao!
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