Day 357 – 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 341 – Better Rivals

Bitter rivals in a rare moment

Brother And Sister by Lewis Carroll

“SISTER, sister, go to bed!
Go and rest your weary head.”
Thus the prudent brother said.

“Do you want a battered hide,
Or scratches to your face applied?”
Thus his sister calm replied.

“Sister, do not raise my wrath.
I’d make you into mutton broth
As easily as kill a moth”

The sister raised her beaming eye
And looked on him indignantly
And sternly answered, “Only try!”

Off to the cook he quickly ran.
“Dear Cook, please lend a frying-pan
To me as quickly as you can.”

And wherefore should I lend it you?”
“The reason, Cook, is plain to view.
I wish to make an Irish stew.”

“What meat is in that stew to go?”
“My sister’ll be the contents!”
“You’ll lend the pan to me, Cook?”
Moral: Never stew your sister.

And I am caught up.  I did not actually take this photo today as I have been tormented with a migraine of epic proportions all day long.

Until tomorrow…

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.

Day 280 – Peering Through

Peering Through

Day 280

I was Looking a Long While by Walt Whitman

I was looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for myself, and for these
chants—and now I have found it;
It is not in those paged fables in the libraries, (them I neither accept nor reject;)
It is no more in the legends than in all else;
It is in the present—it is this earth to-day;
It is in Democracy—(the purport and aim of all the past;)
It is the life of one man or one woman to-day—the average man of to-day;
It is in languages, social customs, literatures, arts;
It is in the broad show of artificial things, ships, machinery, politics, creeds, modern
improvements, and the interchange of nations,
All for the average man of to-day.

Day 196 – Big Night in a Small Town

Big Night in a Small Town

Day 196

The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus by Ogden Nash

In Baltimore there lived a boy.
He wasn’t anybody’s joy.
Although his name was Jabez Dawes,
His character was full of flaws.In school he never led his classes,
He hid old ladies’ reading glasses,
His mouth was open when he chewed,
And elbows to the table glued.
He stole the milk of hungry kittens,
And walked through doors marked NO ADMITTANCE.
He said he acted thus because
There wasn’t any Santa Claus.

Another trick that tickled Jabez
Was crying ‘Boo’ at little babies.
He brushed his teeth, they said in town,
Sideways instead of up and down.
Yet people pardoned every sin,
And viewed his antics with a grin,
Till they were told by Jabez Dawes,
‘There isn’t any Santa Claus!’

Deploring how he did behave,
His parents swiftly sought their grave.
They hurried through the portals pearly,
And Jabez left the funeral early.

Like whooping cough, from child to child,
He sped to spread the rumor wild:
‘Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes
There isn’t any Santa Claus!’
Slunk like a weasel of a marten
Through nursery and kindergarten,
Whispering low to every tot,
‘There isn’t any, no there’s not!’

The children wept all Christmas eve
And Jabez chortled up his sleeve.
No infant dared hang up his stocking
For fear of Jabez’ ribald mocking.

He sprawled on his untidy bed,
Fresh malice dancing in his head,
When presently with scalp-a-tingling,
Jabez heard a distant jingling;
He heard the crunch of sleigh and hoof
Crisply alighting on the roof.
What good to rise and bar the door?
A shower of soot was on the floor.

What was beheld by Jabez Dawes?
The fireplace full of Santa Claus!
Then Jabez fell upon his knees
With cries of ‘Don’t,’ and ‘Pretty Please.’
He howled, ‘I don’t know where you read it,
But anyhow, I never said it!’
‘Jabez’ replied the angry saint,
‘It isn’t I, it’s you that ain’t.
Although there is a Santa Claus,
There isn’t any Jabez Dawes!’

Said Jabez then with impudent vim,
‘Oh, yes there is, and I am him!
Your magic don’t scare me, it doesn’t’
And suddenly he found he wasn’t!
From grimy feet to grimy locks,
Jabez became a Jack-in-the-box,
An ugly toy with springs unsprung,
Forever sticking out his tongue.

The neighbors heard his mournful squeal;
They searched for him, but not with zeal.
No trace was found of Jabez Dawes,
Which led to thunderous applause,
And people drank a loving cup
And went and hung their stockings up.

All you who sneer at Santa Claus,
Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes,
The saucy boy who mocked the saint.
Donner and Blitzen licked off his paint.

This isn’t the photo that I had planned for the night, however my Michael had a small concert (surprise, Mom!) at Free Church Park here in town tonight to welcome Santa to his little home away from home.  The middle school band played a few songs, the high school choir sang a carol or two and Santa’s helper read ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas.  Lots and lots of rugrats running around nipping ankles and otherwise behaving like the children that they are – they straightened up the moment Santa came out and told the powers that be to turn on the Christmas lights.  All in all, cold, damp, noisy and satisfying because my baby boy was part of it.

Christmas Lights - Radial Blur and Twirled

Day 162 – He Says it’s Ugly

He Says it's Ugly

Day 162

I died for Beauty — but was scarce by Emily Dickinson

I died for Beauty — but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining room –He questioned softly “Why I failed”?
“For Beauty”, I replied —
“And I — for Truth — Themself are One —
We Brethren, are”, He said —

And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night —
We talked between the Rooms —
Until the Moss had reached our lips —
And covered up — our names —

Day 131 – Different Than Usual

Different Than Usual

Day 131 –

Night-Music by Philip Larkin

At one the wind rose,
And with it the noise
Of the black poplars.

Long since had the living
By a thin twine
Been led into their dreams
Where lanterns shine
Under a still veil
Of falling streams;
Long since had the dead
Become untroubled
In the light soil.
There were no mouths
To drink of the wind,
Nor any eyes
To sharpen on the stars’
Wide heaven-holding,
Only the sound
Long sibilant-muscled trees
Were lifting up, the black poplars.

And in their blazing solitude
The stars sang in their sockets through
the night:
`Blow bright, blow bright
The coal of this unquickened world.’

Day 92

Day 92 – I spent today getting lost!  I decided when I got out of work, to go to a semi-local (Howe, Indiana) used book store to see if I could find a replacement book for two for the library (no luck) then headed back into Michigan to go to Bronson to pay a bill.  I have been on this particular back road over and over – it is my usual route to Bronson.  I have no idea where I turned in the opposite direction, but I was driving down some dirty back roads!  I wasn’t too concerned because I knew I would eventually get somewhere familiar.

We are getting ready to head outside for a fire in the backyard and to roast a weinie or two and maybe enjoy a smore, so I am posting a photo I took on the 4th at Coveleski Stadium.

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