February slowly disappearing,
whines of tax time,
Tiger transgressions...
Stay the course Olympian
With Nordic gold, silver and bronze medal wins.
Imploding Democrat strongholds,
Colin, curiously speaks ignoring signs,
Amused by the idea one man capable of sending nation into socialism
Bring on the March winds to clear this hero's head
obviously he cannot count or choses to ignore
that strength comes from lessons learned in historic loss of power.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Curling with the Girls, Prose and Preposition H
On FB today my status reads:
Kicked back watching USA vs China women's "Curling". What an engineering marvel, 4 chicks standing around giggling contemplating the correct swipes of a broom to get a chunk of granite down a slab of ice.
Then I commented on my own status with:
Should I call my Filipino maid in here to watch to see if she can muster up the same enthusiasm with the broom? Or just leave her alone in her never ending thoughts of her next approach for a loan for a pending divorce or marriage, VISA renewal, plane ticket home, fear of her mother getting sick; fear of mother dying or a brothers school tuition. Hum lost the signal oh well that's about how long her attention span is I'll have to try another approach. Yes, I could put that broom in my hand, but then what, it wouldn't be as much fun as "Curling" with the girls.
I love to write and my audience is complex it consist of me. Since jr. high I have penned my thoughts not in a formal journal I am not one for consistency. My train of thought and attention span is less than the maid I referred to above. I was asked recently if I "journaled" my reply was no thinking to myself this is such a cliche now days, self absorbing promotion of ones inner most thoughts. Why would you tell someone if you did. It sounds much more today that I blog.
One Christmas I thought I was being so creative I put together a sampling of humor and romantic prose. Compiled it into a pamphlet taking hours to choose just the right font and placement of each entry then handed it out to a select few as a Christmas gift. My mothers reaction was not one of joy or accomplishment, but more of "do you want people to think you are on drugs"?
Well, no drugs was not one of my concerns. I was thinking more on the line that critical review would deem a needed remedial grammar class. I really don't do commas all those rules of sentence construction just went in one ear and out the other back in the day. If, my words cannot connect in ones head maybe hand gestures will.
I'm still confused with the relationship of a preposition and why they named a product Preposition-H, I don't remember a correlation between the words ouch or pain with the list of words usually associated as a preposition. But then again I'm a blonde.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Something to ponder Olympic memories and snow skiing 2500 years before the Egyptian Pyramids?
Wow, Sandness to Morgedal and on to Lillehammer 1994 it's hard to believe that it has been 16 years since we traveled to Lillehammer Norway to the Olympic Village. In route we stopped off in Morgedal the home of Sondre Norheim, known as the "father of modern skiing" the originator of recreation skiing back in the mid 1800's.
I was the only one of the approximate 40 people traveling on the bus from Stavanger that packed my cross-country ski's. Knowing that we would overnight in the cradle of skiing no way was I going to let the opportunity pass me by. Everyone jumped off the bus ran in to check in at the hotel I headed up the hill until after dark. What a memory. The earliest primitive carvings circa 5000 B.C. depict a skier with one pole, located in Rødøy (in the Norland region of Norway).
I was the only one of the approximate 40 people traveling on the bus from Stavanger that packed my cross-country ski's. Knowing that we would overnight in the cradle of skiing no way was I going to let the opportunity pass me by. Everyone jumped off the bus ran in to check in at the hotel I headed up the hill until after dark. What a memory. The earliest primitive carvings circa 5000 B.C. depict a skier with one pole, located in Rødøy (in the Norland region of Norway).
Friday, February 12, 2010
If Only I Knew - two years and counting
I wish I could take credit for the following calming words, but I've copied them from the FB of a young friend who had her older brother taken out of her life by the hand of teenager with a knife.
Christmas 2007 Matt was barely 20 years old, in his 2nd year of college. His freshman year of college he played football at a small Texas Christian university. He was home between semesters when he died of multiple stabs wounds. No, he wasn't out on the streets or a member of a gang he was at his parents house surrounded by friends and family celebrating his high school's recent state football championship. The killer was 15 years old and came uninvited when he was asked to leave, he did then came back with reinforcements and again when asked to leave he didn't until 3 college boys home for the holidays were attacked, two survived, forever haunted.
I met Matt when he was in the 5th grade he was full of life and never without a smile. That smile was reinforced by his mothers. I watched him grow into a young adult. They were a family complete with dogs, cats, horses, playhouse, 4-wheelers, hunting, summer swim league, and a strong love of God. They had it all then one night the smiles dimmed, surviving each day with the thought of being with Matt again gives them strength.
... i had the chance to pray with you one last time, i would take your hands and welcome GODs presence to surround us.
...how often and how badly i have misjudged people i would have opened my heart more often to love and be loved
...that no one ever sees the same thing in exactly the same light i would have found more pleasure in others opinions even when they did not share mine
...the destructive power of gossip, slander and talking behind other peoples backs i would have chosen my words more carefully
...that grief and heartache could be so deep and devastating, i would have been there more often for others
...that others might be watching my life as an example, and that my life might be influencing others, i would have asked GOD to shape my character to be a reflection of HIS heart
...that it was wrong to put others down and to make them feel guilty, i would have stopped manipulating them and chosen love as the higher way
...how little i actually understood about you, i would listen to your words and search out your thoughts and seek to know the deeepest desires of your heart
Christmas 2007 Matt was barely 20 years old, in his 2nd year of college. His freshman year of college he played football at a small Texas Christian university. He was home between semesters when he died of multiple stabs wounds. No, he wasn't out on the streets or a member of a gang he was at his parents house surrounded by friends and family celebrating his high school's recent state football championship. The killer was 15 years old and came uninvited when he was asked to leave, he did then came back with reinforcements and again when asked to leave he didn't until 3 college boys home for the holidays were attacked, two survived, forever haunted.
I met Matt when he was in the 5th grade he was full of life and never without a smile. That smile was reinforced by his mothers. I watched him grow into a young adult. They were a family complete with dogs, cats, horses, playhouse, 4-wheelers, hunting, summer swim league, and a strong love of God. They had it all then one night the smiles dimmed, surviving each day with the thought of being with Matt again gives them strength.
If ONlY I KNEW...
... i had the chance to pray with you one last time, i would take your hands and welcome GODs presence to surround us.
...how often and how badly i have misjudged people i would have opened my heart more often to love and be loved
...that no one ever sees the same thing in exactly the same light i would have found more pleasure in others opinions even when they did not share mine
...the destructive power of gossip, slander and talking behind other peoples backs i would have chosen my words more carefully
...that grief and heartache could be so deep and devastating, i would have been there more often for others
...that others might be watching my life as an example, and that my life might be influencing others, i would have asked GOD to shape my character to be a reflection of HIS heart
...that it was wrong to put others down and to make them feel guilty, i would have stopped manipulating them and chosen love as the higher way
...how little i actually understood about you, i would listen to your words and search out your thoughts and seek to know the deeepest desires of your heart
Thursday, February 11, 2010
The Wall - It is said a man is not dead until he is forgotten
It's been eleven years since "The Wall" was written and still I can't help, but be moved each time I read it. Periodically I go to the virtual wall to see if there's a new posting for the two young men below. Learning from each who they were.
Stanley (KIA) was brought home to West Texas; Corky (MIA) remains in Laos. Where ever their final resting place each remain in the lives of those that knew them, loved them, and respected them. Recently I found a friend of Stanley's website where he says in 2007 that still after 42 years he mourns this young mans death and went to find his grave, he says "Marines fight for their country but first and foremost, their fellow Marines".
Stanley attended Texas Tech University before joining the Marine Corp. After arriving in Vietnam he wrote back to his friends and said if he could keep the atrocity of war on foreign shores he would do what he could to protect his homeland.
At the time "The Wall" was written for Stanley's youngest brother Mike a Vietnam vet himself, he was in the final stages of his own health battle. Mike couldn't speak of his war experiences until just a few years before his death at the age of 50. Finally, maybe he had resolved that it was okay to be home to have survived. The haunting memories though were never resolved.
Raymond Stanley Joy
Corporal
1ST FORCE RECON CO,
HQ BN, 3RD MARDIV
United States Marine Corps
19 October 1942 - 16 December 1965
Abernathy, Texas
Panel 04E Line 018
The Wall
Tonight I visited "The Wall" yet never moved so before.
I wept and touched the traveling wall,
many years ago along Corpus Christi's shore.
But, tonight I visited "The Wall" with Corky - Irby Dyer III and
Raymond Stanley Joy Jr. never knowing these men until now,
my brother-in-law Mike, knew them well.
Cousin and brother each so young, at 23 lost a year apart.
As Christmas was about to make a peek,
their families back home never again to hear them speak.
Thank God "The Wall" will carry them on!
Twenty-four years later, Austin, a nephew arrives.
With Stanley's smile and same blue eyes.
What will we teach him? Will he have a clue?
Disturbing words we hear in disgust, "What were we doing there?"
I think to myself, "Ask those who went
thinking not of themselves, but of us."
So, young and full of life yet, gave it all,
so we could carry on, in spite.
God bless those young men and women
Who loved us so, now cradled forever in God's loving fold.
for Mike 2/1999
Irby "Corky" Dyer III
Sergeant
DET B-52, 5th SF Group
Special Forces US Army
Panel 13E Line 004
Knock knock who's there: Disclaimer
I'm never one without something to say and I've always got an opinion. Today I start this new venture of blogging. Not sure anyone will ever read or follow my blogs, but here I hope to post thoughts, poems and photo's that inspire me.
I've had a blessed life that has taken me all over the world with the exception of South America which one day I hope to add to my list of been there done that. My mother said she must have been scared by a band of Gypsies when she was pregnant with me because I was born with a suitcase and ready to go.
I believe that the miracle of life comes from a plan and not from an explosion. I have experienced Gods grace and know that through his miracles I exist today. His protective hands have sheltered me, protected and comforted me. I believe that Christians and Muslims are closer in religion than the Christian and Jew. I respect each in their own right realizing there are factions in each that are fanatical and do no one any good.
Caveat: The purpose of this blogg is purely entertainment and should in no way reflect on my mental stability or those relationships directly or indirectly implied.
Debate: Nothing better than a lively conversation between individuals trying to convince one another they are right.
Likes & Dislikes: I love politics. I consider myself a conservative, but recently took a poll that labeled me as a conservative/liberal/socialist. Go figure! Free thinker.
Not a prejudice bone in the body. I believe we are not all born or given an equal stand in life, but that equally we have the opportunity to become who we want to be. I have experienced discrimination and think that regardless if it is based on race or sex it has no purpose other than to denigrate.
Music: I love opera, classical, country, rock, Spanish, Tejano, Arabic music, old time and contemporary Christian/Islamic music.
We get out of life what we put into it.
I've had a blessed life that has taken me all over the world with the exception of South America which one day I hope to add to my list of been there done that. My mother said she must have been scared by a band of Gypsies when she was pregnant with me because I was born with a suitcase and ready to go.
I believe that the miracle of life comes from a plan and not from an explosion. I have experienced Gods grace and know that through his miracles I exist today. His protective hands have sheltered me, protected and comforted me. I believe that Christians and Muslims are closer in religion than the Christian and Jew. I respect each in their own right realizing there are factions in each that are fanatical and do no one any good.
Caveat: The purpose of this blogg is purely entertainment and should in no way reflect on my mental stability or those relationships directly or indirectly implied.
Debate: Nothing better than a lively conversation between individuals trying to convince one another they are right.
Likes & Dislikes: I love politics. I consider myself a conservative, but recently took a poll that labeled me as a conservative/liberal/socialist. Go figure! Free thinker.
Not a prejudice bone in the body. I believe we are not all born or given an equal stand in life, but that equally we have the opportunity to become who we want to be. I have experienced discrimination and think that regardless if it is based on race or sex it has no purpose other than to denigrate.
Music: I love opera, classical, country, rock, Spanish, Tejano, Arabic music, old time and contemporary Christian/Islamic music.
We get out of life what we put into it.
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