patti
Why does this song always make me cry?  It grabs something in my gut....



God keep them safe today.

 I hate horse racing, I really do.  Especially racing three year olds.  They are still babies, still developing.  Scores of horses are ruined for life for every successful race horse.  Many die in the pursuit of the finish line - due to the injuries sustained or the stresses of the sport.  But I have to watch this race every year - holding my breath - knowing the power in those heaving chests and the burning desire between those ears.

Excuse me now - I'm headed to the barn to play with my fiery mare.


UPDATE:
ArchArchArch was 15th after starting on the race and provided a scary moment as veterinarians were forced to load the thoroughbred into the ambulance after the race. He appeared to come up lame as the derby was ending, and was diagnosed with a lateral condylar fracture. While any injury in horse racing is not good, ArchArchArch's is not life-threatening.


patti
Yes, I am very glad UBL is dead - and Hell Yeah SEAL Team Six (regardless of whatever name they use for you now, you are who you are)!

But from the beginning I have not felt particularly celebratory.  Just satisfied that he finally got his - or more to the point is finally getting his because I do in fact believe vengeance is within the purview of God and right now justice is being meted out far more appropriately than any of us mere mortals could ever dream up.  UBL will writhe in hell for all eternity - praise the Lord.

And of course I am proud of the SEAL team that got in and out without a single casualty among them (excepting the helo of course), tango dead, mission accomplished and very little co-lateral damage done.  They did their job and did it well - no wasted movement, no wasted lead.

However, I find myself typically disgusted by the words, expression, and behavior of Bam-bam since he first stepped out to make his "I got him" speech.  I find myself typically pleased with the quiet dignity that has been Bush's behavior.  No "look at, me" from W - no going to stand at Ground Zero in order to politicize and capitalize on the closing of one of America's most painful chapters.

I noticed Monday morning, as I watched the taped celebrations on Sunday night in NYC and in front of the White House, that every face I saw - every one - was college age, and I'm thinking they are not celebrating what we think they are.  They are not celebrating the death of UBL or the success of the SEAL team - as they chant U-S-A they are not celebrating the country that gives them the right to rant in the streets pretty much any time they want about pretty much anything they want.  They are celebrating what they think is a victory for Obama.  They are celebrating because they think they will be able to rub this event in the face of conservatives as the 2012 election looms.  They are celebrating because they think this will make Obama unbeatable in that election.   These kids hate the military and hate our involvement in the war on terror.  These are the same kids that protested everything Bush tried to do to bring UBL to justice, the same kids who protest the "enhanced interrogation methods" that enabled UBL's death.

Now yes, I also saw the celebration at West Point - but I'm pretty sure those kids were indeed celebrating the triumph of our military - not the O.

When sober adults are pictured or questioned or when I read the comments of adults on my favorite blogs I'm finding almost all feel like I do.  Grateful, satisfied, relieved - but not joyous.  The death of UBL does not bring back even one of the 3,000 lost - not one of our military lost in the last nine and a half years - and it does not end the threat of terrorism.  In fact - for the near future it probably increases our risk.  Every family member of one lost on 9-11 that I have seen interviewed has likewise been sober, in some cases tearful, as they come to terms with the fact that UBL's death does not bring any solace or balm to their pain - their loved one is still lost to them until such time as they meet in the next life.

We can certainly hope the wealth of intel that should be gleaned from hard-drives, thumb drives, and whatever else was hauled out of the hidey hole will lead to many more deaths and much more destruction of the evil organization that is radical Islam.  We can certainly hope that intel will foil many a future plan for mischief and mayhem.  But if Bam-bam blithers dithers hims and haws about the way he did in the eight or nine months since we have known where UBL was - the roaches will scurry for cover and all that will be for naught.

It is my expectation, based on two and a half years of observation - that blithering, dithering - considering, thinking - and then voting present is exactly what the arrogant One will do. Disgusting.
patti
Thank you Toby Keith, you pretty much said it as well as it can be said. 


 Went to bed early last night, seriously in the grips of jet lag and trying to recover quickly, so I missed all this last night.  But at 5 am I was up and checking facebook to find that Hell Yeah, Special Forces finally shot that evil between the eyes.  HooRah!






My daddy served in the army 
Where he lost his right eye 
But he flew a flag out in our yard 
Until the day that he died 
He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me 
To grow up and live happy 
In the land of the free. 

Now this nation that I love 
Has fallen under attack 
A mighty sucker punch came flyin' in 
From somewhere in the back 
Soon as we could see clearly 
Through our big black eye 
Man, we lit up your world 
Like the 4th of July 

Hey Uncle Sam 
Put your name at the top of his list 
And the Statue of Liberty 
Started shakin' her fist 
And the eagle will fly 
Man, it's gonna be hell 
When you hear Mother Freedom 
Start ringin' her bell 
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you 
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue 

Justice will be served 
And the battle will rage 
This big dog will fight 
When you rattle his cage 
And you'll be sorry that you messed with 
The U.S. of A. 
'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass 
It's the American way !!!!!

Hey Uncle Sam 
Put your name at the top of his list 
And the Statue of Liberty 
Started shakin' her fist 
And the eagle will fly 
Man, it's gonna be hell 
When you hear Mother Freedom 
Start ringin' her bell 
And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you 
Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
patti


As I said last post - the boy now rows crew. At thirteen he is one of the youngest two on the team.  Yesterday was another regatta - it is sprint season. My boy was scheduled to row in four events.

 Unlike last week's regatta, yesterday the sun was shining and the sky was beautifully blue.  The whole regatta was started about half an hour early and the officials were really trying to keep things moving briskly in an attempt to get as many events run before the expected high winds made racing too dangerous.

 The day began very well for our team - Men's varsity 8 won by more than two lengths, women's 8 pulled ahead at the very last to win by a little less than half a boat length.  Men's Novice 8 (my boy's first scheduled race of the day) won by so much that my picture of his boat coming across in the last quarter of the race doesn't even have another boat in it.

                                   

                                           

Men's varsity four came in second and a couple women's fours won their races as well...

 But.... OMG the wind.  There was a point, early in the afternoon, at which quite a few of the boats had gone out to the start point for several upcoming races - sprints are 2K so though we could see glimmers off the boats from the start area, we really couldn't see the boats as the launch area/parent tents/viewing areas are all at the finish end of the race course.  But back to the point, many boats had gone out, several heats/races worth, but all the boats were put in a holding pattern and none of the races were starting due to the wind.  

Here our two men's novice fours are launching, the boy is there seated in the front of the boat on the right - he was "stroke" for this boat.  You can see the coxswain sitting in front of him with what looks like a headband going around her hair.  The band is what holds the microphone for her communications system.

Was getting a bit bored waiting for boats to begin racing back, so I started snapping pictures of a few of the doggie spectators.  Didn't take the corgis to this regatta as our hotel this time was not dog friendly. 

Isn't he grand?  There was another Dane there as well, a 2 year old fawn female, but I didn't get a picture of her.

                   This white Shepard appeared to be team mascot for one of the University crews.

Australian Shepard puppy, she was there with some of the Clemson Crew.

                         This little girl is Edi, she was seven pounds of very cold and very sweet mutt.

There were several other dogs but after snapping these, things got a little exciting.

A couple of the races actually started but then all of a sudden several security boats motored rapidly away toward the start area and people begin getting phone calls - a murmur began to ripple through the crowd - boats swamped by the waves - boats flipped (with kids in them).  The boy was out there somewhere on his boat...  First word was neither of our fours was flipped - but they were taking on water from over the sides.  Then yes, one of ours was flipped.  Finally the boat with my kid on it rowed in, full of red faced young men and water.  Parents must not go down to the docks so we waited for the boys to bail enough water to be able to lift the boat and start out.  Meeting them along the way I asked if he was OK, his face was beet red and there was a look of panic in his eye.  He said yes, we was fine, but he was worried about the other boat (read, his friends in the boat).
Here the boys are preparing to lift the boat back out - notice adults staring off into the lake on the left There were several teams of kids out there on the water beyond our ability to see, swimming instead of rowing - some of them ours...The young man in the back who looks like he is about to wack someone with his oar is mine.

 Shortly after the first boat was hauled back to the trailering area a launch arrived with our other team of kids - but the brand new  multi-thousand dollar team boat was somewhere beneath the waves...

These are the conditions the kids were dealing with...

Those long - low - skinny boats don't do well in that chop, especially with kids in them.  Most especially with novice kids.  We had four boats out at the time - the two novice "mens" 4 boats and two novice "women's" eights.  This was to have been the maiden race for some of those novices.  We are talking true babes on the waves.  The coxswain for the boat that flipped actually dove under the boat to retrieve the "cox box" - electronic communication equipment - some very tough babes on the waves!

Needless to say, at this point the Regatta was over.  High wind advisory was to continue for hours and there were wet kids to retrieve and warm up, boats to be searched for, etc.

All the kids were really upset about the loss of the boat.  Of course parents and coaches were just relieved to have all kids safe and accounted for.  Thankfully, sometime later, a team from Clemson (hosts of the race) came in on a launch to let our coach know our missing boat had been located and hauled to the shore of the lake.... onto a golf course.  So once all the other boats were de-rigged and loaded for the ride home, we all convoyed over to the golf course to retrieve the wayward Fred & Ellie.  Racing shells being hauled across a golf course by a slew of teen boys is not a scene witnessed everyday.

Just look at that beautiful deceptive sky.

In spite of the shortened race - enough events had been completed to actually call it a regatta and tally points.  This regatta had high point awards for junior men's/women's/ and teams in addition to the collegiate divisions.

Our team took all three high point honors for the junior division.

The regatta also tallied points for over-all high point awards - all the teams combined.

 Our team took all three of those too.  Can you say sweep? 

 I think this qualifies as a successful regatta.  The kids all learned some very valuable life skills for dealing with adversity (again).  Between last week's electrical storm and this week's high winds - these may be some of the toughest novices ever!  In both races it was our novice boats out on the water when all hell broke loose.  Some of the kids still have not actually gotten to race.

My novice boy? The one race early in the day was the only one he got to complete this time.
His novice eight team mates with their medals (he is far left with the black tobaggon on).  This was his second race ever.  


The whole team with Head Coach and his wife on the left and sculling coach on the right.  The boy is back there with one hand on the trophy in the very back, but he is too short and hidden by all the other boys - it was more important to him that he be touching a trophy than that he been seen I guess.  There are three trophies to be found if the picture is embiggened with a click.

Oh, and that panicked look in his eye when he was worried about his team mates in the water?  On the way home I learned why he was so frightened for them.  The night before, at dinner, he and I had shared a table with another boy's family - this boy is a senior and has been on the team all four years since its founding.  Anyway, the father was telling us a story about a sculler last year who had rowed over a gator during a race flipping her boat and dumping her into the lake with the gator - a security launch instantly motored over to scare off the gator and collect the rower.  My boy thought that had happened at this same venue - so he thought those five kids were swimming with the gators.  But no, that was much further south.  Maybe next time he'll listen better.  Ha.
patti
Things are busy.  Too busy to post.  I'm still lurking about the edges of all your blogs - even when I don't comment, but there is just too much to do right now to post and the world conditions are either too depressing or changing too fast to comment on and all of you do a better job with that sort of thing than I do anyway...

So here is my take on a random list of things going on in the world, my life, and to come in the near future.  To be read as excuses for not blogging...

1) Closing in on the end of the school year for the boy.  This means testing, wrapping up various areas of study, cramming in a few new areas of study, trying to get him to write a decent sample to use when we take him in a month or two to register for high school.  Erg.

2) The boy is now rowing crew - I don't think I've shared that with any of you.  This means he now has practice at least four days a week (sometimes five) and the occasional regatta.  The regatta this past weekend was a soggy, electricity filled disappointment.  The coach decided after three heats (in which all three of our participating boats qualified for the final) - after sending three more boats (one containing my son who is terrified of thunderstorms) about 3K down the lake for the next race only to have all the boats have to beat it all the way back as fast as possible due to frequent close lightening, after waiting another two hours for the storm to stop (which it didn't) - that we needed to pack up and head home before the whole team succumbed to hypothermia.  Good call on his part...

When corgis, who have a dense undercoat and nearly waterproof outer coat, are wet and cold - it is indeed weather not fit for man nor beast.


3) Rosalie has continued to have a slight limp since her surgery 15-16 months ago so last week we loaded up and went back down the mountain to her vet.  X-rays show that her front hoof degenerative  bone disease has not gotten any worse - thank God.  Therefore the problem is now in her hocks (the backward elbows of the hind legs) - basically the wearing away of cartilage that happens in athletes human and animal.  Steroidal joint injections and a stronger anti-inflammatory are now the rule of the day.  We shall see, but the vet is hopeful that Rose will be able to return to the show ring soon :)


4) I stand with Israel

5) I've been working out a lot - except for the last few days after the race.  Old lady bones cold and wet are not in a hurry to get back on the elliptical.

6) What happened to the spring weather?  Things were going so well.

7)  The nephew helped me get two whole dump truck loads of mulch spread.  The yard looks pretty good right now.  In four weeks or less it will be a mess again so I stop in the drive and just look at it all every time I come home... for now.  The view will have to carry me through the summer.

8) Hey Nancy Pelosi - I thought you would call the Arabs and tell them to drop the price of oil!  At least that is what you said you'd do back when Bush was president and the price of gas went through the roof.

9)  Hey Bambam - President Blueberry - Big 0... How the hell does one stop a humanitarian disaster without removing the source of the disaster?  If all we are doing is protecting the civilian population from Q'Daffi Duck - does that mean we are going to be there until he dies of natural causes?  Because I'm here to tell you, the minute we leave, if he or his offspring are still alive, they will wipe out every single person they think was involved in the uprising.

10) I've told a few of you my niece was studying abroad in Japan when the earthquake, tsunami, and nuclear disasters struck.  She is home now - well back at school in Michigan anyway.  All the students were forced to leave Japan.  She was pretty angry about being forced to leave but the fact is, the Japanese have enough to deal with right now.  They don't need a bunch of spoiled American college kids with litigious minded parents to worry with right now.

11) I still stand with Israel.

12) Working on the logistics for a large future event is taking much time and energy - details on cryptic comment will come in about a month...
patti


God bless this man and his family - God grant me courage like his...

He has been assassinated for standing up for God and his people.

Read the story HERE...
patti
I grew up with music.  My mother was a piano teacher and both pianist and organist for churches from my earliest memories (Baptist, Lutheran, Wesleyan)  Family gatherings in north Florida ALWAYS included several hours of the entire family singing hymn after hymn - my Granny was a choir director and soprano, my Denden an amazing bass, my uncle a choir director and amazing baritone/tenor, my aunt and mother altos and all the rest of us cousins rounded out the choir from one end to the other.  My father played the radio...


Hymns certainly were not the only tunes to be heard in my home - oh no, 50s classics, country (old style), blue grass, folk tunes, 50-60s rock - music always.


I suppose it is no surprise that all my children play instruments and carry music with them always as well.


Because music played such a large roll in my life from birth on, situations almost always bring some song to mind.  Key phrases uttered by people can trigger a song - my kids often are startled when they say something to me and suddenly I start singing some ancient song at them - You've got your green alligators and long neck geese...


So here's the deal - I've found myself singing this over and over the last few weeks...




I know not why God’s wondrous grace
To me He hath made known,
Nor why, unworthy, Christ in love
Redeemed me for His own.


But I know Whom I have believèd,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

I know not how this saving faith
To me He did impart,
Nor how believing in His Word
Wrought peace within my heart.



But I know Whom I have believèd,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

I know not how the Spirit moves,
Convincing us of sin,
Revealing Jesus through the Word,
Creating faith in Him.



But I know Whom I have believèd,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

I know not what of good or ill
May be reserved for me,
Of weary ways or golden days,
Before His face I see.



But I know Whom I have believèd,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

I know not when my Lord may come,
At night or noonday fair,
Nor if I walk the vale with Him,
Or meet Him in the air.



But I know Whom I have believèd,
And am persuaded that He is able
To keep that which I’ve committed
Unto Him against that day.

Daniel Whittle  1883

Know what you believe?  Now might be a good time to get thoughts in order. Kind of helps keep you grounded in times of confusion.  Not to preach - I don't do that, sort of a "don't be picking at the splinter in someone else's eye until the log is removed from my own" kind of person - what ever it is that one believes is private and one's own business. But one should have a firm understanding of whatever it is he/she believes and why, otherwise they will be tossed about by the winds of the world.
 Just sayin'
patti
..... pray....
patti


Now seriously, I can kind of understand losing your place in the song - but she is a professional right?  Been singing in public since she was knee high to a grass hopper? So at the end of the day there is very little excuse - I've watched 8 year olds do a better job with it.  And all of you future singers of the National Anthem?  It is not your song, it is our song, so please... for the love of God and Country.... sing it as written.  Stop playing with the words, and go easy on the improv.

Thank you.

(There is a better vid of Whitney's performance on YouTube - here , but it is not embed enabled)
patti




I still miss him.  Reagan, The President.  The first I voted for.  I've never since been more proud of any vote I have cast - not one.

Vive la Reagan Revolution!