Friday, March 04, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
I love baseball.
It doesn't always matter to me who is playing, although I do have my favorite teams.
I love everything about the game.
Well, almost everything.
I really get annoyed at those supposed "Super Stars" who are asked to sing the Star Spangled Banner, then proceed to make a mockery of it due to their own egos.
So, with all the kindness I can muster, I give this one piece of
advice to the next pop star who is asked to sing the national anthem
at a sporting event: save the vocal gymnastics and the physical
gyrations for your concerts.
Just sing this song the way you were
taught to sing it in kindergarten — straight up, no styling.
Sing it with the constant awareness that there are soldiers, sailors, airmen
and Marines watching you from bases and outposts all over the world.
Sing it with humility as if you were standing in front of wounded vets who fought for more world freedom in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Sing it with gratitude for all the heroes who were sent to Viet Nam, with only a handful of them returning unharmed.
These people have more honor in their little fingers than the rest of us will ever earn.
Don’t make them cringe with your self-centered ego gratification.
Sing it as if you are standing before a row of 86-year-old WWII vets
wearing their Purple Hearts, Silver Stars and flag pins on their
cardigans, and you want them to be proud of you for honoring them and
the country they love — not because you want them to think you are a
They could see that from the costumes, the
makeup and the entourages.
Sing “The Star Spangled Banner” with the
courtesy and humility that tells the audience that it is about
America , not you.
Try a little dose of true humility for the grandness of our nation, true respect for the fallen who have given it their all so that you can sing, and the gratitude that you live here.
If you can't do that, then just say "No", and politely walk away.
Mockery of our nation just to feed your own self centeredness is true selfish eo-manical immaturity and stupidity.
You are no match for her beauty, her strength, and her symbol of the greatest freedom in the entire world.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
This has been quite a week for me.
I shoveled snow, worked out, shoveled snow, watched my food intake, shoveled snow, did a full Gold's Gym DVd workout that nearly killed me in the yoga portion, shoveled snow, cleaned some of my house, shoveled snow.............I think you get the picture.
Each time I shoveled snow, it snowed heavily again.
Progress was not coming easily.
But first I want to tell you about that Gold's Gym yoga part.
I always think of Yoga as being kind to my body. Then I try it. I'm okay with doing the stretchy things, but THIS workout was something ELSE!!!
This was NOT gentle. Not gentle at all. It was also supposed to last only 10 minutes, but it lasted more like ten hours.
I would get into position with the leader, begin to do the stuff she was showing me, and then I would look at the screen again. She was doing something entirely DIFFERENT.
So, okay. I did the something different thing, feeling all good about my self, and looked at her again. Good grief! How did she get into THAT position from the one I was in????
I get up off the floor and assume "the position". Taking a peek, she is not doing it any more.
What the heck is she doing NOW? I try to do what she is doing, and wind up flat on my face. I rest a few minutes from the Chamber of Agony, then try to join back in.
Yeah, right. MY body is NOT going to do THAT. No way, No how! But I try to simulate her moves as best I can.
I'm simulating away, and then all of a sudden, she says "One more time, Reach to the sky". HUH? When did we get up off the floor??? I get up, and hear her last few words about what a great workout we have done.
I move on to the next portion of the DVD. This one is cardio, using resistance bands. I can do this. Actually, I like this part. I've done it before, and my body responds favorably.
Time's up, and we move on to the last part, using the big ball. I'm supposed to lie on my back, put the ball between my legs, and do these sort of "sit up" things with my body.
I do my very best, even though it is hard to hear her next instructions due to my loud groans.
Whoops. I am supposed to be in a different position, so I hurry into that, do the stuff, and try to catch up.
Have you ever tried to catch up when the instructor is moving so FAST? Good no one has a video camera on me.
At the end of the 30 minutes, I am glistening all over. My muscles are trembling. I have completed a workout.
Maybe not exactly like the DVD one, but a workout, none the less.
Now I want to jump forward to this morning.
Weigh In Day.
You all know what I am thinking and how I am feeling.
I get on the scale, and no matter how much fidgeting I do, it still reads 185.5.
I had it firmly imbedded into my brain that I weighted 183 last week.
How the hell did I GAIN over 2 pounds with all the exercise I did, all the staying within my calorie range (except that one day, but we aren't going to talk about THAT!), and was very loyal to my Spirited Underdogs Team with blogging, reading, etc.
I decide I am NOT going to post my added tonnage. Forget it. Not doing it. Nope. No Way.
But then Ms. Smarmy appears. She's the nasty one who always nags me.
"SO. You're not logging in, huh. Figures. "
GET OUT OF THIS ROOM RIGHT NOW.
"oH SURE. You think chasing me out of the room is going to make any difference??"
"How very ADULT of you. You know, one of these days you are going to wake up and figure it out that, chronologically at least, you have been an ADULT for a number of years now."
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"
"You can't just close me off. I am going to keep nagging you until you do the ADULT thing."
I give up. There's no winning with this chick.
I go to my weigh in page, and enter 186.
JIMMINY CRICKET!! I am actually DOWN 2 pounds. DOWN!!!!!
But then again, it's not so awesome for my memory, is it.
hmmmmmmmmmm I think I need to give that some thought.
Now what was the topic anyway?? I forget.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Oh this one is priceless. It's a short read...enjoy while shaking your head, 'cause if this joker Senator had his way, he'd be the only one with a gun, you and I would haveta wait on 911 response. Lovely. Damn hypocrites.
See if you can pass this on. When their butt is on the line they shoot. The rest of us should call the police
Anti-Gun Senator Shoots Intruder
State Senator R.C. Soles (D - NC) Long time Anti-Gun Advocate State Senator R.C. Soles, 74, shot one of two intruders at his home just outside Tabor City , N.C. about 5 p.m. Sunday, the prosecutor for the politician's home county said..
The intruder, Kyle Blackburn, was taken to a South Carolina hospital, but the injuries were not reported to be life-threatening, according to Rex Gore, district attorney for Columbus, Bladen and Brunswick counties..
The State Bureau of Investigation and Columbus County Sheriff's Department are investigating the shooting, Gore said.
Soles, who was not arrested,declined to discuss the incident Sunday evening.
"I am not in a position to talk to you," Soles said by telephone. "I'm right in the middle of an investigation."
The Senator, who has made a career of being against gun ownership for the general public, didn't hesitate to defend himself with his own gun when he believed he was in immediate danger and he was the victim.
In typical hypocritical liberal fashion, the "Do as i say and not as i do" Anti-Gun Activist Lawmaker picked up his gun and took action in what apparently was a self-defense shooting.
Why hypocritical you may ask?
It is because his long legislative record shows that the actions that he took to protect his family, his own response to a dangerous life threatening situation, are actions that he feels ordinary citizens should not have if they were faced with an identical situation.
It has prompted some to ask if the Senator believes his life and personal safety is more valuable than yours or mine.
But, this is to be expected from those who believe they can run our lives, raise our kids, and protect our families better than we can.
Interesting little story here.
Please send this to your friends, senators and congressmen! We do not need double standards in this country!
Thursday, February 24, 2011
It snowed yesterday. Actually, it Whited OUT yesterday. It is snowing again now.
Here is a photo I snapped during the whiteout while walking with Winsten. Gives you an idea of what we were walking through.
Actually, this was the beginning of the white out. It got much worse a short while later.
I need to do Cardio today. Ok.
I found my flannel lined jeans which I bought several years ago, and haven't fit into them since washing them.
Hmmmmm........maybe it's time to try them again.
HOLY SMOKES!!! I could pull them right up. And even almost got them zipped while standing. Laying on the bed to zip them up worked nicely, although I am not going to snap the waistband.
I mean, I am going SNOW SHOVELING, for Pete's sake. I don't care if my belly folds over the waistband; I just care that I have warm pants on. This is not a time for a fashion statement.
What better motivation to go out and shovel snow than to have your fat hanging over your jeans???
Last time I shoveled, I did so for three days running. Then I did one week down with my bad back.
Today I am going to try to do this rationally. I am setting myself a time limit.
I will do one half hour of shoveling, then come in to shower and work on my art quilt.
Wanna make a bet that I can keep it to one HALF hour?
Those of you who know me, stop laughing!!
Here's what I did the last time we had a good snow.
Winsten is telling me to get off Flicka and come play in the snow, so I gotta go for now, Sportsfans!
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