Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Something Cool for Leap Year

Leave it to Google to use a frog theme for today's nod to Leap Year.  But there's more.  Clicking on it will take you to a composer who may not sound familiar by name: Gioachino Rossini. Who? you ask.

If you're older than 20 (or watch a Cartoon Network), you'll KNOW him by sound. Check out this article for examples that will make you smile.  

Who knew we were getting a musical education while watching Bugs Bunny?   

Friday, February 24, 2012

Friday 55

Gather round, boys and girls, it's time for a 55 word story.  Make sure to share yours with the g-man.  He collects them, you know. 
 

The longer he rode, the more dust filled his throat.
He craved water. 

Gaze rotating from side to side, he scanned the horizon for Indians. 
Not the friendly kind. 
Would he reach the sheltering mountains before nightfall?

Suddenly…a scream. 

Car horn.

Amazing how caught up he got listening to L’Amour on his way to work.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Mardi Gras and Fat Tuesday

You know, there's a reason why we named the dog 
Boudreaux Thibideaux....

He and his friend Opie the Possum are looking a little rough
 and the night has only just begun. 

Saturday, February 18, 2012

No, I'm Not Lost. Really.

I have, however, been "chosen" to help with the paperwork to form the "Crossroads Wounded Warrior Archery Foundation". I think there was a vague promise that, if all the OTHER promises come to fruition, I could have a new career in my future.

What a thought.  Getting paid to care about/aid people I already find amazing!

I will omit the part where the generous kindness of strangers and ongoing love fest is only slightly marred by governmental regulations.  It's so much easier to be kind when that stuff isn't involved.  Sigh.

I'll keep you up-to-date.  Why yes, even if you wish I'd just shut up already.

Spent this afternoon in Hubby's shop with 3 more soldiers: 2 women and the guy they drug along who's been prone to staying in his room after injury.  By the time he left, we'd turned him into a regular magpie!  On top of it all, they brought gifts for Hubby and me! 

Silly soldiers...don't they know the gift of themselves as strong survivors is truly enough?  Their smiles and hugs are just icing on the cake.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Just Being Silly

Maybe it was "tolerating" a root canal today (actually, the shot of Novocaine was the worst part!) and being numb for hours afterwards.  At any rate, Susan (you know, our Irish Blogger friend known for Microfiction Mondays, who came to America, got a job and stopped blogging!)  shared this today and it made me giggle.  

If you're stumped, sing the next line.
 And then tell me how long it takes 
to get that tune out of your head!

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Another Ripple....Another Friendship Forged

The next time someone mutters, "One person can't make a difference", look them in the eye and firmly proclaim, "YES THEY CAN!"

Because the archery love has rippled forward again.

I wasn't allowed to say anything until plans were in place, but a couple of Hubby's archery customers are businessmen with big hearts...and connections.  Two of them decided that the story of the bow donated to Jorge wasn't just wonderful, it was a starting point.  

These guys are in the process of setting up a foundation which will continue to aid in obtaining bows for archers who have been wounded in battle and are working to heal.  Not content to merely hit up a few pals, the businessmen are going after big time sponsors.  This isn't just a hobby.  It's an opportunity to aid these soldiers, to help them forge new friendships.  And heal. 

Yesterday, I was present when two more bows were presented to archers...with a third surprise merely waiting on the recipient to come in the shop.  Once again, Hubby very quietly, without fanfare, announced the bow was already paid for when the recipient reached in pocket to pay.  This time, all of the archers were WOMEN and let me tell you, I have never been hugged so much, or so tightly, in my life!  Heck, one of them even gave ME a box of Valentine candy.

This weekend there's a 3D tournament across the road and it was a little crowded in the shop to find the proper space and quiet for those kinds of stories.  But the ladies will be back next week and I plan to find that space.

The coolest part yet?  Mr. Humble (yep, Hubby) and I are not "in the spotlight" people, we're more comfortable in the background. We want a good deed to speak for itself.  If someone notices, that's nice.   But these businessmen plan to honor Hubby in spite of that protest.  

You see, Hubby's original shop was located at an old country intersection.  A crossroads.  Even when we moved, we brought the name "Crossroads Archery" with us to the new location.  The word may not have signified a physical address, but it noted life choice: when you come to a crossroad, a decision has to be made.  Which decision is up to you.

I don't know about you, but I think Crossroads Wounded Warrior Archery Foundation has a nice ring to it. 

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Friday 55

If you write a 55 word story, be sure to share with the g-manHe's addicted to these little gems, you know.


A is for Abscessed Tooth…which needs a root canal.

B is for the Bad Word I just uttered at that news.

C is for the Crown I’ll need…which won’t make me royalty.

D is for Dentally Retarded…my incurable condition.
 
E is for Expensive…times two.

F is for Fifty-five words…I’ve now run out.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Ripple Effect


Back here I shared with you the story of Jorge, an Army soldier who’d flown from his base in Germany to compete in an archery clinic as part of the Wounded Warriors Project.   Through the kindness of strangers, when Jorge’s bow broke beyond repair, South Carolina archers came to the rescue.  After the archers were done digging into their pockets, Jorge was presented with a new bow they had paid for.

It’s all about ripples.  How one person really can positively effect those around him/her.

So one goodhearted guy, (that would be Hubby) reached out to a brotherhood of archers to provide for one of their own in need, far from home.  New friendships are formed, which aids the healing process.  Yesterday Hubby received a call from Jorge’s friend, Al, who’s also in the Wounded Warrior Project and was present the day the bow was presented.

Yep, another ripple.

Seems that when they returned to their base in Germany, Al shared this story of southern kindness.  The locals were so moved, they dug into their own pockets.  Their collected funds purchased a Kevlar backstop and archery targets.  They’ve  set up an indoor space in the local community center so the archers now have a warm, dry place to practice and forge new friendships.

So the next time someone tells you one person can’t make a difference, think of Jorge and Al.  And Hubby.

Excuse me while I go give Hubby a well deserved hug, while he remains ever the humble soul who was just happy to help out a guy in need.    

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Holding History in the Palm of my Hand

I'd be the first to admit that I'm not the most adventurous soul in the world.  Oh sure, I've got a never ending curiosity that won't leave me alone until it's fed.  However, I'm more likely to read or watch a movie about something foreign to me than sign up for a plane ticket or a slow boat to China.  Years ago, I guess I would've played the role of the dependable one, staying put to keep the home fires burning.

And yet, the moon has always fascinated me.

Nope, NASA doesn't have to worry about me asking to hitch a ride.  As much as I've written about my fascination with space, I'm perfectly content to stare up into the night sky and smile at the moon.  It's like an old friend.  A glowing reminder of my childhood when brave men climbed aboard the world's largest firecracker to speed into the unknown.  Looking up at a full moon, I still feel that childlike awe that men actually walked on it's surface.

And now I own a piece of that history.

Yes, it is possibly the geekiest thing I've ever done.  But sometimes in life, you have to do something for yourself...even if it makes people shake their head and mutter when they look your way.   I always secretly loved the fact that I was 11 years old when Apollo 11 landed on the moon.  I recently  discovered that NASA had issued a 40th anniversary commemorative medallion, with the view from the surface of the moon, facing Earth rise.  So I got one. For the kid in me, who's still very much alive.  The front states "Celebrate Apollo.  Exploring the Moon.  Discovering Earth."   And yet it is the reverse side, the one featuring the NASA logo over an image of the moon, which sent me to heavenly geekdom.

"This medallion contains metal flown to the moon on Apollo missions."

That's right, carefully encased in plastic, my medallion has metal from one of the spaceships that landed on the moon.

There is no confirmation as to which of the Apollo spacecraft it might be from, but there were only 7 which landed.  Ironically, the last book I read about the moon was this summer, by astronaut Gene Cernan entitled "The Last Man on the Moon".

It doesn't matter to me WHICH astronaut guided my little piece of history to the moon and back. It went there...and came back!  I can only admit to a childlike thrill to physically touch a symbol which was able, if for only one small moment, to unite all mankind.