I really used to be anal about stuff...

Place for everything, everything in its place. I mean like right then, right now. As I have gotten older and live alone, I have sort of adapted the "well if I put it there it will be there when I get back" attitude. Of course I also used to have the shut the nightclubs down attitude and now happy if I can shut the Cracker Barrel down. Sigh....

Some things still reach a boiling point though even now. Opening a drawer tonight yielded this:

Too many parts, no organization. I actually found a complete spring kit for a Beretta 92FS. Hell, I don't even own one! 

Enter the coolest things ever. They are stackable, clear and have a positive lock. Both sizes stack as they have interlocking tops and bottoms. Works great for ammo too (oh, if you see the cheesy cheese slicer in the photo, can anyone recommend a good one).

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I LOVE these things. 

It does not stop however. FedEx brought this today as I was away:

I reload and you may ask why I bought 9mm rounds. Well, I have been to many classes and have observed guns throw up on a overcharged round, or be done with a squib load. I prefer to focus on the instruction, plus people are on the line with me. I mess up a reload, bad on me. Hurt someone else, unacceptable.  Factory ammo is not perfect, but one less thing for me to worry about. Plus I would not want to embarrass A Girl and Her Gun at class in Sept. 

So if you noticed the .44 Special ammo you may be asking what's up with that. It is an old demon that needs to be mastered. 

The last time I shot this thing oh, 37 years ago with Magnum cartridges, I had a really nice laceration on the right hand from the hammer spur. We are going to start slowly this time.