Category Archives: Life As We Know It
To continue my catch-up, here’s Friday and Saturday’s post. I hope you enjoy and join me Monday for a new post.
Inspiration. I hear a lot of writers say they are often asked where they get their ideas from. I hear it. The most common answers I hear, and give are from everywhere, everyone I see, meet or know. Inspiration comes from within our minds, something we hear on the radio, tv or other place, something we read, the list goes on. One place and maybe another type of inspiration comes from reading. Not just reading articles, but critiquing, beta reading, reading work of a favorite author or friend.
It’s not what they write that inspires me, but how many books they seem to write in a year, two years, five years. It makes me look at my own production and sometimes it makes me feel like a slacker, not worthy, like I’m a fraud. How can I claim to be a writer when I haven’t released a book in over a year?
It’s at those times I have to remind myself that every writer writes at their own speed, what works for them. I also have to remind myself that I was forced to take most of last year off when I was on the verge of burn-out. I was under too much stress at home and writing and I simply over did it, everything. I took up jewelry crafting again, something I hadn’t done in several years. Now I do both, write and craft and one feeds off the other. I’m beta reading for a friend now and I admire her ability to pop out so many books a year (two or four possibly?), and it doesn’t hurt that I LOVE her writing!
Joyous. As I said, Andee will get her cast Monday. My daughter offered to drive us to the hospital because my car has been breaking down for months and hubby finally got the parts and time to fix it last weekend. Only, all his work did not fix it. Then he got another part, an yet one more part, and finally a week later he was able to FIX MY CAR! To say I’m ecstatic is short of the elation I felt today as we drove my car to town and it didn’t bang or shake once. LOL Seriously, I could barely go three miles before it started it’s racket and at times I was fairly sure my poor baby would crumble into a heap of nuts and bolts on the road. I finally stopped driving it farther than the bus stop (1/10 of a mile to the end of our street) a couple weeks ago. But as of yesterday my car is healed! YAY!!!
And that gets me all up to the letter. See ya’ll Monday. 😀
Dodadagohvi/Until we meet again~
In case you’re curious, I greet and close almost every post in Cherokee, of which I’m one-fourth and very proud.
So, as you know, this past week has been quite the challenge, and I’m not talking about just this Blogging A to Z Challenge.
Monday was spent running, all day, with hubby. Very important stuff that had to be done. I’m happy to say by the end of that day there was success. I also had to get UnCover Monday posted. That’s my monthly cover love feature you can find out more about here. I should point out that is strictly for happy ever after romance books. 🙂
Tuesday I spent all day in the hospital(s) with Andee and her broken arm. Good news there, we get her cast Monday. Color me happy since it’s hard to keep her off scooters and other dangerous things being the tomboy she is! lol Anyway, I was a letter behind come Wednesday and had planned to get it caught up Sunday.
Now I’m three letters behind, not counting today’s post, and have decided to play a little quickie catch-up by doing two letters today and two tomorrow. According to A-Z’s challenge calendar below I should be on ‘J’ so read on and I’ll finish quickly for you. 🙂
is for Greatful
We were supposed to see horrendous weather Wednesday. The weatherman said to be ready for enormous hail, parts of Oklahoma got up to baseball size. He also said to expect tornadoes. Yep, that’s spring weather predictions in the mid-west. But I’m so thankful, as I’m sure many are, there were just two small (EF1) tornadoes reported in the state all day. Unfortunately, the further east that storm traveled, there were other larger, more devastating tornadoes in the news in Kansas and Illinois. It is proving to be a bad spring so I’m thankful this storm had mercy. May is when we typically get it bad here. All the huge or devastating tornadoes in the past have mostly happened in May. One hit near where two of my daughters lived at that time. One within a mile of my oldest daughter’s home, who has since moved back to California, and one within a mile of my youngest daughter’s gas station three miles from me. I lived about 25 miles from here at that time in 2010 and 2011 and was very scared and worried, let me just say. Now we’ve moved to this same area and in the three and a half years since we’ve been here there has been no tornadoes in our area. Our house had been here for twenty five years when we bought it. I’m praying it stands for another 25 and more. 🙂
is for Healing
Andee came in and grabbed a fly swatter Thursday night and tried to shove it into her splint. She claimed she’d sweated and it itched, but I remember well how hard it was for her not to shove all manner of objects up her last cast when her skin got cruddy under the plaster, and worse when the bones began healing. I’m thinking she might have got water and/or dirt in it already. In one day? Have I mentioned she’s a tomboy? lol I’m trying to think of something I can fashion for her to scratch with this time.
Join me tomorrow when I tackle the next two letters in my A to Z challenge. Thank you for stopping by today and I’m sorry this is a short two-fer post. I’ll try to do better tomorrow. 🙂
**Warning- Semi-graphic pictures below. If you have any sort of weak stomach, you might want to prepare yourself, or not read on–though it’s a great story. This is also a longer post, so if you don’t read all of it, I understand.**Osiyo~
I’m channeling my spiritual side today. If I don’t…well, you might guess what F would stand for in today’s A to Z Challenge post (and yes, I’m aware I missed my letter post for yesterday, so I’ll catch up Sunday).
Here’s my day yesterday. (This is, in part, an email to a friend)
About 11 a.m. I got a call from the school that Andee–yes, the birthday girl from just days ago, challenge letter ‘C’–broke her arm. So, I asked the school secretary ‘how bad’ and she said, “It’s, uh…well, ah, mmn–You might want to look for yourself.” I knew right then it was bad. I asked which arm, although I already knew deep down. The left. Again. Three years ago (almost to the day!), 4-21-12, she broke her left arm in the middle of both forearm bones when she fell off a gate at her dad’s house.
Mr. Rhose had to stay home with his dad, so I took the girl to the nearest hospital and spent three hours in the treatment room. Finally, the Dr. set it and released her. Luckily, she only broke the radial this time, instead of both as last time. But I looked at the x-rays, beforeand after he set and splinted it, and it didn’t look any better when he was finished. See, Andee BREAKS her arm, not fractures, not cracks, not clean breaks. lol Just short of compound, total displacement, so it has to be reset into place, under sedation. She did that to both bones last time. Her arm was (capital) ‘S-shaped’ three years ago. This time it was a lowercase ‘s’. lol
As soon as that dr. released her I immediately headed to OKC and the Children’s hospital. I should have gone there first, but it’s almost an hour away and not knowing how much internal damage was done, I thought it best to go to the closest one. Wrong. I won’t make that mistake again. That dr. only gave her a pain shot before he set it. She was screaming.
The ortho on call last night wasn’t the same resident as three years ago (Austin Taylor was young, but oh-so hot! lol and has since graduated), but the gal last night was great and very nice. She was finally able to get to work at 6 p.m. and Andee was waking up by 7. Yes, OU Children’s always knocks her out completely. Thankfully, Andee broke her arm before lunch so there was no full stomach issues to worry about when they sedated her. We looked at the after x-ray again and you can barely tell where it’s broken! Such a clean job.
We finally got released at a little before 8 p.m. and home just after 9, after a pain med fill (thank God for all night pharmacies!) and food for the girl. Poor thing was starved! lol So…Monday we go for the cast. She’ll return to school tomorrow.
For now, this is my Andee.
Yes, I know Easter doesn’t begin with D, Saturday’s letter in the challenge, but I’m a bit of a rebel so I’m making it work. Besides, I’m also a day late with this one because of Easter. 😉 But, hey, at least I’m still in the challenge!
Day of blessings. And, since it is Easter, I just want to wish everyone a wonderful holiday! We had our Easter celebration on Saturday due to rain expected Sunday. It all started with Andee’s dad asking to come spend the weekend with us, instead of taking Andee to his house for his weekend with her. Somehow it turned into a big family party with Andee’s mom, boyfriend and baby sis coming. My youngest daughter, hubby and their daughter, Nikkia, joined us, as did my sister and brother in-law. The kids had a great egg hunt with three neighbor kids who came to play, and we had a hotdog cookout. Good times! Good times. 😀
I hope your Easter was a blessed one with family, friends and love.
Oh, I’m so excited. It’s Andee’s tenth birthday T.O.D.A.Y!!!! TEN!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!!!!!!
Celebrate, Celebrate! Dance to the music!!!! (yeah, I know, I dated myself a little there lol But I was a young gramma, or Yammy, as the babies call me. 🙂 )
Folks, Andee is our first grandchild and she has reached a huge milestone. To say we are thrilled and proud of her, well I hope everyone reading this is, or will be, blessed with a grandchild as wonderful as we’ve been blessed with. We actually have five granddaughters and we’re super proud of each and every one of them.
Andee loves horses, her two dogs and playing with friends. She’s a confessed tom-boy, but loves to dress up and put on make up (to play, of course). She’s in fourth grade and makes excellent grades, but not perfect. And that’s just fine with us since we know she does her best and that’s all we can ask. 🙂
So, because Anna Banana lives with us and we have lots to do to prepare for her celebration, I’ll keep this post short.
Thanks for stopping by to help us party!
I was going to write about something else today, but something happened over the weekend that changed my mind. I have a little story to tell you. No, it’s not a romance, or at least, not the kind I typically write. There is no to-die-for hero. No spunky heroine looking for Mr. Right. This is a love story that falls closer to home. Actually in my home.
We’re not goat people…
But my granddaughter, apparently, is.
I didn’t share the story of July 2013 when Igor the pygmy goat came to our little farm (and the attack rooster left!) to the delight of our granddaughter, Andee, who lives with us. Igor, or Iggy as we call him, thinks he’s more dog than goat. Maybe it’s the dog kennel he lives in? Whatever it is, he takes every opportunity to invite himself inside when the doggie door is left unrestricted and he’s not in his pen. Of course, we show him the way back out and close the door at those times. The ‘real’ dogs don’t like him inside, though he’s never had any ‘accidents’. LOL
I am a horse person 🙂
Nor did I share in November 2013 when Apple the blessing pony came to live with us–for the same reason, to delight the grandgirls. Apple has become a best friend to my 22 year old quarter horse, Sonny. He needs a companion in his old age and adores Apple. They look like twinkies almost. Don’t you think so? 🙂 She belongs to all five grandgirls, but mostly to Andee who cares for her. It took us several months to find just the right pony and we’re very happy with our blessing pony. Both she and Iggy are members of the family now.
And I’m a Cavey pet
In January 2014 I got Giggles, my guinea pig (or cavey), and Andee decided Giggles needed a playmate, so in June she got Gizmo with her own money. Sadly, in September I lost Giggles at ten months old. I really miss her, but Gizmo still thrives as the smallest member of our little farm menagerie. 🙂
Jetta, who has been with Andee since both were babies, is getting very old. This past summer Andee realized (as kids will do eventually) that her old dog, who is nine, as is Andee, will inevitably die–sooner than later. She began to worry about when Jetta takes that trek over the Rainbow Bridge. What will happen to Andee? Who will she hug at night? Who will she confide in and cry on when Jetta leaves her? Then it occurred to her, and us as well, that she needs a puppy to learn from Jetta now, while she’s able–before Jetta leaves her.
But we’re especially dog pets
Mind you, we already have five small dogs, including Jetta, but only Jetta is hers. Then she decided she needs a bigger dog, one that can run and do things a small dog can’t or won’t do, or that an old dog can’t. Though Jetta has done fine all these years, she’s slowed way down lately. I’ve wanted another big dog for a while anyway, to guard the property (from the safety of the fenced yard, of course), so her wish was good timing. We’d get an outdoor dog, but one who can also come inside.
A Husky was her choice. So in the fall we began the search. Any dog we got did not require papers or stupendous bloodlines. It wouldn’t matter since ‘she’, whatever dog we got, would be spayed as none of our dogs are bred anyway. We are not breeders, we are family members of various species.
Since Santa didn’t bring a red Husky with vibrant blue eyes, it fell to me to come through. My first choice was a rescue baby. I found the perfect Husky over Christmas vacation. She was almost one year old. The age was important. We did not want to go through that chewing, potty training, nuisance stage so had decided an eight month to one year old would fit our needs. Besides, it’s easy for cute puppies to find homes, something untrue for many older dogs. I did a lot more research of the Husky breed. I need to know what I’m getting into before I get into a situation I may not be able to get back out of, or get an animal out of with a positive outcome
What I learned horrified me in a funny way.
I think most people think of Huskies as cute or beautiful fluffy dogs like this (and you have to look at these pics to understand the hilarity behind my horror! LOL) http://ow.ly/I6UdN . And they are beautiful or cute, depending on their age.
But they shed. Yeah, okay, stop laughing. I know most dogs do shed. I know that.
But not like THIS!
Again, you have to see this to get it!!! (and since I don’t own these pics I’m just linking to them)
After showing Andee similar pictures and explaining that the breed goes through what is called “blowing coat”, or “blowout”, at least twice a year, and in warmer states– like Oklahoma where we are–some “blow” three times in a year…and that really blows! Pun intended. 😀 We agreed that a Husky may not be the best breed match for our family. After all, we were looking for a new family member who can be inside or out. I’m not cleaning up all that hair!! O-O
There was another negative of that breed for us. You see, we don’t have a six foot fence to keep one in. All of our dogs are more likely to go through a crack than jump a three foot fence. But Huskies do jump, and dig…bad…like ten foot long, two feet deep trenches in twenty minutes bad– and like to run. And run, and run, and run, and… *deep breath* You get the idea. 😆 So, no Husky.
Searching for just the right new family member
Last Saturday, Andee came home to ask if she could have a puppy from some of her friends. Knowing the people, they live right up our road a few houses, I hesitated taking a dog from them for a couple of reasons. One, I know them and how they care for their animals, we want a healthy one. But the other pressing reason was the puppies are eight months old already. Yes, we were open to that age, but I don’t want to get a puppy that is old enough to run back ‘home’ every time it goes outside since they do live so close. We went through that with one of our own puppies years ago that we let a neighbor take. Less than a week later he ‘came home’ several times…in two days. Another no for that dog.
The right breed is very important
Choosing the right breed of dog for your family is critical. We decided we’d try to find a mixed breed of Shepherd and possibly Heeler or Border Collie in the blood. Intelligent dogs, all these breeds, good with kids and, typically, with other animals, too. We checked all sorts of rescues and humane societies in our area, but they didn’t have what we were looking for. By now we’d come to the decision a younger dog is better than a one year old (bad experience along the dog search line with one of that age). We wanted one we could mold and train to our needs and grow with Andee. I still dread the puppy phase, but we can’t have everything, I guess. lol
But finding ‘the dog’ was becoming a real disappointment. By this time last week Mr. Rhose and I were leaning toward no dog at all. Yes, it broke her heart, but she learned it pays to be patient when you want something specific.
And just when we were ready to give up…
And by now you’re probably ready to give up as well. But keep reading. You’ll be happy you did!
Out of the blue Sunday, my daughter called to ask if we would be interested in a German Shepherd-Blue Heeler+Boxer mix. Three months old. Okay, I absolutely LOVE Boxers! Have owned three over the years. But they are highly active, and these days I’m not so much. But this pup was mixed with two more stable breeds so how bad can it be? She’s younger than I preferred (that chew/potty thing) but one look at a picture and I was in love and I knew Andee would be too. She was also the runt, which was why I chose her over the larger sister. An hour later daughter and I met up with her friend from high school and met our new family member.
No, she’s not the rescue fur baby we wanted, but I’m okay with that this time. Now, before anyone decides to lecture me on the positives of a rescue animal–there’s no need. We have a rescue baby with Lucy, our 7 yo chi, and she wasn’t our first over the years. For myself, I would have held out for another rescue dog, but sometimes those aren’t the best kid dogs and this one is for Andee, not me.
It took three names in two days before Andee hit on the one she felt suited this precious little girl. So I’m thrilled to present Moxy Roxy.
As you can see, upon first meeting Roxy, Andee didn’t like her new baby at all! 😆 Sorry it’s so blurry, I think it was the wind.
Monday she’d already killed her first squirrel. But no worry, I was able to resuscitate it with a crinkly plastic inside after she ate the squeaky thing and dug all the cotton stuffing out of it. LOL Not really, Wednesday night she decided to dig the squeaker out of wherever the heck she’d hid it to play with it again. It went into the trash so she doesn’t choke on it.
Tuesday she proved she’s quite the gamer when she took on an Angry Bird that attacked.
That night she took on Andee. Dirty fighter. She favors hair-pulling.
One of my first rules was she is not allowed on the couch as a puppy because when she’s bigger she’ll want to get on furniture and I have to fight daily for my chair with Mr. Rhose’s boy chihuahua, Spike, as it is. My rules will be followed and obeyed!
Unless it’s this one, apparently. I can already see where this is going by day three.
Okay, so I knew by day two, when Andee played with both her babies…on the couch. 😀
At least the two pooches get along. That was a big concern with any dog Andee got.
L-R: Jetta, Andee, Roxy
A cat rules the roost
Ah well. We love our babies. And hey, Roxy even gets along with the cat, and persnickety kitty doesn’t seem to mind the new dog either. Though they aren’t best buds, they co-habitate peacefully. Today I found Trouble sitting on Roxy’s crate, with the dog inside. See why her name is Trouble? What cat taunts the new kid? LOL
(this picture is not that moment)
Oh, and that chew-potty thing? Yeeaah. No. She is trying to eat my custom, hubby-made coffee table! She also had two accidents Wednesday, one of each. I don’t think they were accidents so much as her trying to prove she doesn’t have to go outside…like a dog. The reason I think this is because both times I had just brought her in from a potty trip. *sigh*
And so it begins…
So, with that, you’ve met most of our fur babies. Thanks for visiting, and I apologize for this extraordinarily long post. Thanks for hanging around to the end. You might as well leave a comment since you read the WHOLE thing! 😆 What is the best age of a new dog, or cat, for you? Do you find your own age has anything to do with that all important decision? I know I do. 🙂
I hope you’ll come back next Thursday, when I have a writing post planned. Go figure. LOL
2014 Blog Year in Review and Calisa Rhose’s 2nd annual COMMENT TO WIN! contest #MFRWAuthor #contest #justcomment
Osiyo~ Cherokee for “Hello”
Another year has passed. Really?! Where did it go, I ask you? I’m sitting here wondering where in the world it went. That old adage Time Flies is so true for me this year! 😆
Some of you may remember I posted a contest last year, that you can review here:
Basically the contest rules stated that I will award gifts for the most commented on post in 2014 and the five top commenters on posts for the year, all winners determined according to the following WordPress annual report. Unexpectedly, it was my own Writing Plan For 2014-15 post the first week of January (here: https://calisarhose.com/2014/01/07/my-writing-plan-for-2014-2015-by-calisa-rhose/ ) that got the most comments this year…and I can give myself anything, any time–so it won’t count in the contest. LOL Because of this, I will gift the most commented on guest post author instead. 😀
Read on to see who WP monkeys and I have chosen for the winners’ circle in 2014!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 4,900 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.
The most comments on a blog award goes to my guest and her post on January 23. This post follows several of my own with higher numbers, but which also don’t count. You can view her great post here: https://calisarhose.com/2014/01/23/calisa-rhose-presents-jm-stewart-with-her-knight-in-shining-leather
†With 19 total comments, JM Stewart’s talent for being an exemplary guest and an awesome comment responder is what made her my 2014 guest post winner.
The five super supporters for over all comments, chosen by WP monkeys this year are:
†1. Mae Clair – Rockin’ it with 23 comments
†2. Gemma Brocato – 15
†3. Alicia Dean – 13
†4. Jessi Gage – 12
†5. Cd Brennan – 10
Congratulations to all six of my winners!!! Here’s your rose wreath!
If you ladies will email me from here https://calisarhose.com/say-hey with your snail mail addresses I’ll get your prizes out to you by the end of February.
I have to admit the low numbers on all posts and lack of guest or personal posts is my fault this year. Many of you know I was forced to take three months off from anything writing related, which affected my blog, as well, unfortunately. I had also said I would post reminders throughout the year, which I failed to remember myself to do. 😦 My apologies for slipping.
This all just goes to prove a point though. We all know we can’t control how many views or comments any given post will get, or we’d top the charts each and every time we blogged. Right? Or can we?
We have to blog (whether personally or by inviting guests) to keep our names out there constantly. We have to visit other blogs as guests or commenters to keep our names/faces in those bloggers’ and commenters views so they will in turn visit our blog, and therefore, hopefully, comment. We HAVE to respond to commenters on our own/guests posts and interact with all who take even a nano second to say ‘hi’ to us, or our guests. If we don’t have time for visitors and other bloggers, how can we expect that same turn around for ourselves?
I guess, in a way, this year was a good, if unplanned, experiment. I involuntarily dropped my own activity on my and others’ blogs when I suffered a short burnout this summer, and look how the numbers dropped from last year. Take special notice of the “Attractions in 2013” and “Who Were They” sections comment numbers (the winners) compared to this year (the winners above).
So I want to thank these six for sticking by me the most during the low times and the high ones. Two of my winners were also on last year’s list! Congrats to Mae and Alicia aka Ally Robertson for your awesome support! I love and appreciate you all!!!!!! 😀
And now- we begin again for 2015! Who will be my winners next year? All you have to do is comment your fingers off all through the year so WordPress’s helper monkeys will notice you! Start with a comment today, this week, this year on this post! On past posts too, on any or ALL posts!!!!!!!!
JUST COMMENT TO WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Good luck to everyone who chooses to play the 2015 Comment Contest! 🙂
I expect to keep up better myself this year and to actually post reminders at least quarterly throughout 2015. Later, maybe midyear, I’ll post a picture of the goodies I’ll offer this year’s winners’. They will include, among other items, my author-brand Oklahoma Rose Rock like this one (r) from my personal collection. They stand no more than two inches tall and are positively gorgeous!
**How did I do with my writing goals in 2014? What will I do different this next year? Look for my new “2015 Writing Goals” post coming soon!
Dodadagohvi~ Cherokee for “Until we meet again”
†Frame of Roses image around winners’ pics courtesy of Teeratas at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
So as I said a while back, I’m on hiatus from writing. I needed a break to focus on family and personal lives for a bit. That doesn’t mean I can stop thinking about writing and my characters, who sit surprisingly quiet and patient as I take this needed break. 😆
As some have seen in a couple of recent posts, I dragged my other favorite pastime back out after nearly ten years. Jewelry. I’ve taken that one to a new level this time around though, adding polymer clay to my creations.
Jewelry IS fun!
As with all creative outlet ideas, some things work, some don’t. This yellow and purple piece started out as a necklace pendant, now…well, I’m not sure what it is other than interesting since it took on a life of its own. 😆 What does it look like to you?
But then, this army green pendant turned out perfect and the dusting of pearl glimmer powder really lights it up and shows off the subtle texture I added to the flattened center. It’s really more even and centered than this picture makes it seem. I’ll make something simple with this so as not to detract from the laid back focal.
I returned to my beads for this next project, and this has to be one of my favorites to date. I don’t know who made the glass rocks, but they are beautiful (unlike this closeup photo!) and so earthy that I fell in love and had to make earrings to match. I call this set Red Dirt Craze.
I have more items but these are a few I made most recently. I’ll be selling “Lisa’s Pieces” once I have a nice base stock pile, but for now I do take special orders and I will try, and have made, jewelry items to match with some (romance) books for authors and promotion as well. I’ll reveal some of these at a later date. It’s such a relaxing craft, much like writing a new book can be, before the editing phase, which all writers know is NOT relaxing as we yank out hanks of our hair! LOL
But, as with writing, we also need to get in some physical activity and I was introduced to a great one yesterday. My son in-law discovered Frisbee Golf this summer. In fact, we had a big tournament held in our little town here back in April that sil played in as his first. Wow! My sil was practicing a couple of weeks ago and ran into the world’s champion disc golfer (his actual title!) and autographed one of sil’s pro discs with that guy’s name on it. He saves that trophy on a shelf in his office now. LOL But I digress. So my daughter has also gotten involved in this air-form of golf and I get to watch my little Kia a lot more while her parents play. Happy gramma days there!
Frisbee: it’s not just for kids anymore
Well, yesterday was one of those days I never want to talk about, much less repeat…EVER! My darling daughter took pity on me and invited me to get out for dinner at her house. She made roast, one of my favorite dishes, so I couldn’t say no if I’d wanted to. I brought leftovers home and had it for lunch today. 🙂 We were just finishing dinner when her husband called her into his office and when she returned she said Kris wanted to know if I would like to go play Frisbee. Why sure. I’d played with Fribsees all the time as a kid. Who hasn’t?
I actually couldn’t understand the big deal with the tournaments and a kids game that attracted thousands of adults. After all, you throw a disc. Period. Right?
We went to a “9-hole” course not far from home (they live just five minutes from me so the course is close to us both) for a short game because our town’s course is 18-holes and very long. Kris said it generally takes 2-3 hours to complete that one, and we didn’t have that much time to play since it was already after six. First thing my daughter handed me one of her discs and Kris began telling me to hold it like this, do this with your fingers here (the bottom), then press down with your thumb like this to bend the disc… Wait. Bend the hard plastic disc? With my little, weakling hands, with my thumb and wimpy fingers? I laughed. Riiiiiight.
I was after Stephanie and Kia (remember she’s five years old. lol). So I stood on the approximately four by eight foot cement Tee pad surrounded by pretty green grass and dubiously eyed a steel basket draped with chains and cemented into the ground. It looked like it was at least 100 feet away. How in hell was I supposed to throw my Frisbee that far? Into that little basket?
Surprisingly, it wasn’t as difficult as I knew it would be to grip and bend my loaner disc, aaaaaand throw! OMGosh. It went all of ten feet. Pathetic! My second throw wasn’t any better as my disc smacked a pole on the black top, then rolled half way across the parking lot! In the opposite direction of that little basket. Ugh I don’t remember tossing a Frisbee as such UNrelaxing WORK! Well, I was in it for the exercise, right?
We walked over to my disc, remember the parking lot? The rules are that whomever’s disc lands the farthest from the basket goes first on each throw (unless you throw past the basket I think). Oh- and I wasn’t expected to make a basket in one throw! Like golf, that would be a hole in one (throw or swing). Cool, yes, but rare. I think it took me at least four throws to make my first hole. LOL And so our game went; me going first at every round and last in every basket .
This image to the left is the course we played. You’ll see where #1 begins (at the top of the picture in white, we didn’t use the pro tee in red)) and the basket at the fuchsia dot, in relation to the parking lot. The green dot on the gray in the image (parking lot area) is my disc on my second throw. There was probably 30 feet of grass between the black top and the basket and I missed it by a long shot. LOL
On the second hole a man I’ll call “Roger” caught up to us and we offered to let him “play through” but he declined and said he’d just join us if we didn’t mind. Hey, what’s one more? I’m sure Roger could use a good laugh and I was the one to give it to him with my less than stellar form! Do you know, there’s a certain way to hold the discs for different effects? Three that I used yesterday.
Alternative throws: one of which you hold the disc sort of like a knife thrower tossing at a wall of balloons (or a brave soul). I used this to get over the shrubs I landed in the middle of on the second hole and couldn’t throw around.
Fore hand: Gripped between middle and forefingers and the thumb and thrown from the outside position, arm tucked against your side and then extended. I used this as it gave me the most force and control in my throws.
Back hand: How we all throw a Frisbee, crossing our chest and coming around as we throw…that’s the one that got me into that parking lot. 😆
Unlike those for regular golf, disc courses are cluttered with trees we have to play around and between and I did pretty well avoiding them. To all our amazement, I was good at using my left hand–I’m right-handed–to get around trees and into clearings. Mainly because I can’t aim or throw worth a damn, I fear! Although, on #4 I did land in a batch of poison ivy or oak because that park is chock full of the stuff! LOL After about an hour, lots of laughs and water to rehydrate, and the offer of a little “herbal” pain relief for dd’s headache coming on near the end of the course (which she declined lol), we finished our game. I humiliated myself, laughed at me, enjoyed family and had a blast and got good exercise doing it. I can’t wait to play again! I’m told by Kris that after a few rounds I’ll get better. I’m not so sure about that because, seriously, I was horrible! But I’m up for the challenge. I think I’ll try to convince Mitch to play too. 😛 Miraculously, and best of all, I didn’t hurt afterward with my arthritis. I actually felt invigorated. 🙂
I’ll let you know if I play again, maybe get some pictures for whatever reason and a few laughs. LOL Until then, I’ll make jewelry and host bloggers and live. 🙂
Welcome to the round pen where I’ll blog every day in April– except Sundays– through every letter in the alphabet. I’ll be talking about a variety of things all month long. Each day the post will be about something beginning with the corresponding alphabet letter. It might be writing related, or you might learn something new about me. Don’t forget to click on the awesome banner the A to Z team gave us to find all the other bloggers who are filling your April with interesting and fun posts!
April 2 …
I’ve been so busy lately with BIRTHDAYS. In three weeks I helped two, of my five, beautiful little granddaughters celebrate another year. I thought it would be fun to share a little of these fun days.
First up- Nikkia ‘Kia’ turned 5 on my late daddy’s birthday, March 18th- unplanned. On an interesting aside, Kia’s momma (my daughter) was specifically planned for and born on my late momma’s birthday, May 10th.
Kia is 1/4 Japanese and 3/4 mix of other nationalities, including– but not limited to–British, Irish, French and Cherokee from her mother’s side. I love the facial expressions she makes and her little Japanese eyes crinkle so adorably. She takes after her mother in almost every way, except for her daddy’s eyes and light olive complexion. She will be a real man-killer when this one grows up.
Too bad for all those future hopefuls that she’s already ‘married’ to her Pre-K “husband” Chayton! LOL Just ask them and they will both tell you. He never left her side during her cake decorating and pizza-making birthday party at a local bakery. His parents, in the background, were expecting Chayton’s second baby brother any day then. The middle boy, Axton, was also at the party. Caius made his appearance a week later. The parents’ names? Bobbie and Elvis. 😆
Last week mommy and daughter went to get their hair cut alike. Yesterday Kia decided her bangs needed to be one inch long…on one side. Momma took her to get her hair ‘fixed’ today without taking pictures first. Dang it! 🙂 I dare you to say you’ve never cut your own hair, or a sibs, as a child! 😆
Next was Andee, who turns 9 tomorrow, April 3rd. Her grampa and I have legal guardianship of her right now and we decided to give her a skating party last Saturday. What fun everyone had!
I’m still waiting for more pics of that party, but her best friend, Izaya and her best girlfriend, Jayden made it, among other friends and lots of family. Andee wanted horses on her cake, being our little horsewoman. 🙂 Our little cowgirl made out like a bandit in gifts!
She’s not the least afraid of my 1200 pound, 21 yo Quarterhorse, Sonny, whom Andee learned to ride on at age two! But after falling head-first off him the day this pic was taken (and getting right back on!), she decided it would be nice to have a horse her size to play on. One she could get on by herself and ride with minimal supervision–that is her vision, we watch her constantly still– which led to a six month hunt that concluded with her new 6 yo quarter-pony, Apple.
Apple is actually a combined Christmas gift for all five granddaughters, but primarily Andee’s since we board and she cares for her alone. 🙂 So it was no wonder Andee asked for horses on her birthday cake. Or that she requested I redo her (newly redecorated last summer) butterfly garden-themed room to horses this year. LOL
So, that’s it for the letter
Happy birthday to my two little angels! Now I’ll have to do another post on the two youngest babies who had birthdays in January. 🙂 Fun!
I was inspired today to get into the holiday spirit. Next week we might even have snow to up that inspiration.
The tree is up and decked, the nativity arranged on the coffee table and Christmas shows are on the Hallmark channel. I love this time of year! Not only because it’s my birthday month and all the presents, but because of the spirit it seems to bring out in people.
A lot of people grumble that Christmas is too commercialized to enjoy anymore. Maybe that’s true. I am one of those people who refuse to let that commercialism dampen my spirit. I am a true believer in Santa Claus and the reindeer and all Christmas stands for!
So…I thought I’d spread a little cheer by decorating my website some too. Now for the presents…
I’ll give away a copy of Home, my vintage historical to someone who shares their favorite Christmas story! It can be funny, sad, poignant–whatever you want to share. I’ll even begin.
Some of you may know my birthday is three days after Christmas– also the anniversary of my first book, Home coincidentally– so I often got birthdays ON Christmas. Not fair! Not fun, either since I felt cheated each year. But on my fifteenth birthday I felt cheated worse than any other year. My parents were divorced when I was eleven so Mom would send my gift from Washington state and I looked forward to that package (even if she did send it C.O.D. a few years later). My dad had remarried and it was our first Christmas with a new family, lots of presents for Christmas and Mom’s gift was late, which meant I’d get a gift AFTER Christmas! WOO HOO!!
Oh- sure, let that be the year I finally got a tape recorder from her I’d wanted for-EVER! I would have been so much more excited had I not come down with what my dad called the Russian flu. I don’t know why he called it that, but I suspect it was because it just sort of rushed in on me. 🙂 He had a weird sense of humor like that. So there I was all wrapped up in a fever and my cozy blanket holding my shiny new recorder and…no voice. Yup. I had laryngitis with my flu and couldn’t speak for the better part of a week after getting my prize. Somehow, it didn’t seem to matter. It was the best birthday ever because I got what I wanted and it wasn’t on Christmas! 😆
Would you believe all these years later I still have that tape recorder? Oh, and since marrying Mitch 29 years ago, I haven’t had a birthday on Christmas! It’s a win-win. 😀
Okay, your turn! And Happy Holidays!!!!