Day 361 – Sunday Night

Sunday Night

Day 361

The Frog and the Golden Ball by Robert Graves

She let her golden ball fall down the well
And begged a cold frog to retrieve it;
For which she kissed his ugly, gaping mouth –
Indeed, he could scarce believe it.

And seeing him transformed to his princely shape,
Who had been by hags enchanted,
She knew she could never love another man
Nor by any fate be daunted.

But what would her royal father and mother say?
They had promised her in marriage
To a cousin whose wide kingdom marched with theirs,
Who rode in a jeweled carriage.

‘Our plight, dear heart, would appear past human hope
To all except you and me: to all
Who have never swum as a frog in a dark well
Or have lost a golden ball.’

‘What then shall we do now?’ she asked her lover.
He kissed her again, and said:
‘Is magic of love less powerful at your Court
Than at this green well-head?’

Day 357 – Pepsi

Pepsi

Day 357

Michael qualified for the 6th year in the row in the Pepsi bowling tournaments.  He bowled GREAT the first four games, however in that fourth game (a super 186) he was convinced by his father that the lanes were terrible and he followed up with a 144 and a 135.  He walked out disappointed, but I walked out proud that my fabulous son had a 235 (2nd game!) for the first time in a major tournament!  My son ROCKS!

Day 342 – Bowling Freaks

Bowling Freaks

Ah, the alleys . . . It’s really a sensory experience, you know. The scent of Aqua Net on a beehive hairdo. The roar of polyester rubbing against old Naugahyde. The site of a cigarette stubbed out on a patty melt. All this plus the anticipation of placing your feet in shoes only seven thousand others have worn before you.

Diane Chambers on Cheers
The kids bowl on a “summer” league that started in April.  It is an adventure in frustration each Thursday when Samantha laces up her rental shoes and goes to the approach.  She has not bowled before other than a couple of trips to the local lanes, whereas Michael has been bowling for the past four years, throws a wicked curve and carries a 172 average at the age of 13.  Sam, on the other hand, throws a wicked gutter ball and has a rapidly falling average of 52.  I’ll give you two guesses as to what the team name is after you look at the title of yesterday’s post….
Photo courtesy of my iPhone and Photoshop Express.  (image quality is completely inferior)
And I almost forget *slapping my forehead* that the lovely Jennifer Mendez has nominated me for the coveted Liebster Award (thank you, thank you, thank you!!!), leibster meaning favorite in German.  I, having an abundance of human nature, enjoy being a favorite, so I am taking this award running!  This award is given to blogs with less than 200 followers so I am very well qualified!
There are very few rules that accompany this honor and they are as follows:
1.  Thank the person who gave you the award and link back to their blog. – done!
2.  Copy and paste the award to your blog. – found and inserted accordingly
3.  Present the Liebster award to 5 other blogs that you think deserve recognition. done!
4.  Let me know by leaving a comment on their blog. – done!
5.  Have faith that your nominess will continue to spread the love. – I am a woman of abundant faith!
Drum roll, please….
And my nominees are:
Brandon Brasseaux (though I am sure you have 200 followers!)
Now for some celebratory ice cream…..

Day 301 – Bowling Freaks

Jalen, Michael, Justin and Kaylynn

Day 301

Bliss is the plaything of the child — by Emily Dickinson

Bliss is the plaything of the child —
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl
Rebuke it if we can
•••
Michigan State Youth Bowling Tournaments 2012. We spent the weekend in Flint, MI and watched hundreds of children, young men and young ladies bowling their little hearts out.  I am so proud of my sweet, sweet boy who bowled well in singles and doubles and not so well in the team event and who helped a boy from the Thumb area find his mark so that he would do well and who, despite worrying about letting his team down, didn’t let his worry set his mood.