Friday, June 29, 2012

Dear Santa

That's right.  

Santa. 

I figure the North Pole is the only place on the planet that's going to feel good tomorrow considering where I live.

A month ago, when it was so unseasonably cool for June, I agreed that the Charity should hold an outdoor archery "Fun Shoot" for our soldiers.  We even have a special guest coming from Texas.

The Guest arrived today...and I think he left the door open in Texas.  We're about to break a heat record set in 1936...as we edge towards 104 degrees.  (40C).  Tomorrow might be a degree cooler, but not by much.  We are at least promised that the life sucking humidity won't be a factor.

Why do I think that these soldiers, who've been in Iraq and Afghanistan, are going to be laughing as I, the born and raised southern girl, melts into the ground?

If you don't hear back from me by Sunday...I probably melted.  :)

Monday, June 25, 2012

Shaping a Country by Reading

On the commute this morning I caught a story about the National Library of Congress, featuring a list of 88 books written by Americans which shaped America.  I took a moment to review the list when I got to work and of all the "reading lists" I've ever seen, this was certainly the most varied.  You can view it here.  

No matter what country you're from, I'm curious as to which 3 of these titles might have somehow shaped your life.  There's also a short survey which gives you an opportunity to add any books they might've missed.

Any guesses as to which I chose as THE most influential book on my life?

You might be surprised.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Just Checking In

Making sure all my blogger buddies are doing well.  Summer arrives and the Internet highway often gets deserted for the real world. As it should be.

Nothing new to report, really.  One day here it's hot, then it's nice, then we wake up to the 4th named Tropical storm of the season....in a season which started early.  Yesterday set a record for most storms named this early in the season: according to the local weatherman, that last happened in 1851.

Just as long as Tropical Storm Debby stays small, life will be good...because the Foundation has an archery "Fun Shoot" set up for the last day of the month and we've got folks coming from as far away as Maryland and Pennsylvania!



EXCUSE ME, Blogger people.  
Hello?  
I know you're in there.  
I can see you.

Now that I have your attention, 
would you please ask my Girl Human to step away from the computer and take me for a ride?
It would do her good to go outside.  




In respect of your personal space, 
I'll back up.
Thank you.
And have a good day!

Sunday, June 17, 2012

To The Men Who Helped Raise Us

To all of you who may be called Dad, Father, Da, Padre, Pop or Pa....

Although we don't always remember to tell you, 
we appreciate what you do 
(or did) 
for us.


Happy Father's Day!
 Dad and 3 month old me.
Dad's still watching over me from up above.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Get By With a Little Help From My Friends

Why yes, I did hear Mapstew singing that as I typed.

Rather than leaving updates on our charity here, I decided to ask for this one favor, then leave it alone.  

The biggest challenge for a new charity is getting it's name out there.  As we await that coveted "tax exempt" status, we still need to have the ability to raise funds to help folks.  If no one has ever heard of you, odds are you'll end up in the spam file.  Even though some people, like me, donate to charities all the time without even considering the phrase "tax write off", the age of the internet has probably made some folks distrustful when it comes to their money.  Especially if the request comes from someone they don't personally know.

Good news...I'm not asking for your money.  

My request is simple:  If you have a Facebook account, please go and "Like" our charity page:  Crossroads Wounded Warrior Archery Foundation.

Some of you probably got an e-mail request about that this morning and I apologize.  At the time,  I had no idea we wouldn't be allowed to "explain" the connection to me, the  person you might claim to know, rather than some random e-mail in a sea of spam.

Thanks y'all.  It feels good to do something other than fill out paperwork.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

It's Your Day, Mapstew!

Happy Birthday to our favorite Irish singer!

I will spare you the sound of me singing birthday wishes...consider that my gift to you.  ;)

Hope you have a wonderful day surrounded by those you love, who love you back!   x

Saturday, June 9, 2012

Hellooo? Is This Thing On?

Man, this place is starting to look like a regular.....

ghost town.

Oh yeah.  That's right.  It's June already.  Some of you are probably heading down the highway, looking for adventure...or whatever comes your way.

Perhaps to boldly go where no man has gone....sigh.  Sounds like the beginning of rerun season.

Here's hoping you're in good company and out having fun.  Happy trails to you...till we meet again!

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Salute!

Someone recently showed me this video and it's not just a tribute to WWII Veterans, one of MY seniors at the Center was in it!   On the original version she's at the 3:05 minute mark...yes, SHE.  A feisty 91 years old, she comes to lunch every week...after picking up the 96 year old lady who sits at her table.  She's hand quilted a lap throw for every member of the Center who comes to lunch!  And she always takes the time to tell me how good lunch was (I'm the cook) or leaves me little notes telling me I do a good job in spite of their cranky days.  :)

This is the short version, with music rather than crowd noise and no, sadly she got cut out of it.  But what a wonderful welcome off the plane this group of WWII Vets received when they deplaned in Washington, DC. 



Saturday, June 2, 2012

Gardening with Fickle Ma Nature

Last year I bought a plant in the herb section called "Bee Balm".  Just the leaves themselves smell wonderful!  The tag bragged that the "beautiful red flowers will attract both bees and hummingbirds".  I could hardly wait.

I had to wait a year.  The first year, no matter how much water, fertilizer and TLC I shared with this plant, it barely grew.

Last week I saw huge "balls" on the ends of the stem.  FINALLY!  I waited all week, trying not to peak and envisioning those flaming red flowers.

And here it is.


Do not adjust your monitor.  
The flowers really are purple!



A shot from the top down.


While I had the camera out, Hubby noted that our Hydrangeas were out in all their glory.  When I was a kid, most homes seemed to have blue hydrangeas, a staple of effortless southern gardening.  As a little girl, I remember using a huge single bloom as a "bridal bouquet" during pretend weddings.  (Although I don't recall any "pretend grooms").

I was so shocked when we moved into our old country farmhouse when NONE could be found.  So of course, I planted 3.  Here are two of them.



Part of the fun of these flowers is that the color of the bloom relates to the amount of lime in the soil.   The majority of ours our blue, which is nice because I was never partial to the pink ones.  And yet, the only living flower I took home from my aunt's funeral two years ago (the one in the nursing home I told you so much about) was a pink hydrangea. My aunt's favorite color was purple, a fact I thought the person who'd sent the plant should know.  Maybe he just called and said, "Send a plant".  Either way, I grudgingly planted it, watered it, shook my head with a sigh and walked away.  I thought it might truly end up with my aunt.

It bloomed this week.


Yep.  It's purple.

It may be hard to tell in the photo (because the lighting was all wrong), but the blossom in the shadow is the exact shade of purple as the rest of the flowers on that plant.

I wasn't fond of purple as a kid.  The aunt loved purple so much her wheelchair was purple!  (We donated it to the nursing home and they grinned from ear to ear).

But seems purple is a color that's showing up a lot in my life just now, from flowers to our charity's logo, which is a nod to the Purple Heart which wounded soldiers receive.

Now if I could just stop cutting corners so close and leaving purple bruises on my knee.