A Simple Pleasure
After a few years of marriage and the wonderful experience of raising little ones, I think it now requires much less to make me happy. Recently, the Mrs. volunteered me to serve on a committee for a non-profit that was updating their technology plan.
The day after I participated in the first meeting, the chair of the committee saw the Mrs. and expressed to her gratitude for connecting me with their group--that my insights had been excellent.
The Mrs. thanked me for making her look good.
It was a simple pleasure that I likely would have not appreciated in my younger days.
I was graciously presented with two awards: Let's Bogie and The Quillfeather.
General Rules of Acceptance for the Awards:
1) Link to the person's blog who gave you the award
2) Give the award to other bloggers and notify them of the recognition (I did 6)
--->Specific Rule for the Quillfeather: 3) List how you prefer your eggs.
--->Specific Rule for the Let's Bogie: 3) Discuss 5 things about yourself
Writer and excellent blogger Stina Lindenblatt over at Seeing Creative presented me with the Quill Feather.
Interestingly, Stina reports that she was told by a high school guidance counselor not to even bother with applying to a university: "That I would never succeed."
She does not state whether or not that she sent a copy of her MS degree after graduation to the man with the wildly inaccurate assessment (as I would have been tempted to do).
In any event, I prefer my eggs scrambled.
Second and for the Let's Bogie Award, humorous police blogger Momma Fargo presented me this distinction.
She describes police encounters with her wit and wisdom--even when they involve kids and sledding:
"I often sled with kids in my cop uniform. Did so just yesterday. We all love it...the kids, the parents, and me. Or at least I thought they did. Except for that one kid when I pushed him off his sled and commandeered it. It was a police emergency."
Her blog is a fun read.
In accordance to the rules, here are five tidbits about me:
Number 1--Through my four years of high school, I had a massive crush on a cheerleader with an outgoing personality. Despite being an introvert, I was somehow able to become friends with her, but never worked the courage up to ask her out on a date. We even attended the same university and talked regularly during the following four years of undergrad.
Related to my failure to impress her--I only scored one touchdown in my high school football career. After the big play, the players were pumped and the crowd was cheering. The coaches even replayed the video the next day several times to boast about it, but where was my cheerleader friend when it happened?
She had gone home ill at halftime and missed my one shining moment.
Oddly enough, the cheerleader is now married to someone with my same last name.
Who said that God does not have a sense of humor?
Number 2--As a child I idolized my father "the Marine." In our backyard, I could regularly be seen marching barefoot with my backpack full of books and carrying a child's muzzle loader rifle. I am glad their is no photographic evidence of this as my hat was soldier green, my canteen was red, and my backpack happened to be bright orange--I likely resembled a peacock more than a grunt.
Number 3--I have enjoyed singing to my children while pushing them in strollers or in swings in the backyard or at the playground. My favorites, well, are comprised of an eclectic group of songs--with a healthy dose of 19th century military marches and church hymns.
When the children are school aged, their music teacher will likely be confused regarding how their favorite songs are Goober Peas and Low in the Grave He Lay.
Number 4--Several years ago, my mother suffered a short and painful battle with cancer that ended her life. Prior to her diagnosis, my parents visited the Southern city where I lived and were able to go to lunch with the gal I had just started dating.
Mom and my new girlfriend hit it off and they both enjoyed the lunch immensely. It was the one and only time that mom got to spend time with the Mrs.
Number 5--In elementary school, I received two paddlings from teachers for poor behavior. The first grade incident was for wrestling during story time, and the fifth grade incident was for, um, playing a boys tough guy game outside music class that involved hitting your friends in the lower lower midsection.
My kids have never let me hear the end of those examples of unruliness.
And the Awards Go to...
Finally, here are six excellent bloggers that I pass these awards to (Note: You are welcome to accept both awards, one of them, or none of the recognition--no pressure):
1) CL Beck: Write Up My Alley: Published author who always has something funny to say.
2) Rainbow Gulf of Love: I am always inspired after a visit to Gladwellmusau's blog.
3) Ann T. Hathaway: One of my favorite bloggers--great insights on politics, current events, policing, and life. She even splashes in super photos to show her many talents.
4) Riversongs: Great photography--I enjoy her views of nature.
5) Luke I Am Your Father aka James (Seattle Dad): A father with a big heart and a talent for telling stories.
6) Parasailing Poet: Talented writer and reflective thinker.
Thanks to all who stop by and read my posts.
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