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“If you talk to a man in a language he understands, that goes to his head.  If you talk to him in his language, that goes to his heart.” ‒Nelson Mandela

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after more than a decade spent in kindergarten, i now am proud to say i have developed and maintained a strong kinder-level mastery of the spanish language. thank you so much señora olga, for your infinite patience and humor as you try endlessly to teach me, along with my little friends, and as i do my dances, sing enthusiastically with phonetically sounded out words, pummel the piñata, cha-cha step on the colorful foot-shaped cut-outs, use a fly swatter to identify animals, and try out my spanglish on you. you have taught me well. i know there are times you would like nothing better than to say to me, the following phrase, (below), but you have not, as of yet. (at least as far as i know). and for this, i dedicate this cinco de mayo to you, and i look forward to the piñata frenzy later this morning. 

‘Pocas mujeres admiten su camisa de once’

You’ve put on a shirt made of eleven sticks;

meaning:

You’ve bitten off more than you can chew

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“A different language is a different vision of life.”
-Federico Fellini

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“Americans who travel abroad for the first time are often shocked to discover that, despite all the progress that has been made in the last 30 years, many foreign people still speak in foreign languages.”  ‒ Dave Barry

 

 

 

more than one way to win a series…

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for those of you who follow sports and all that goes with them, i have a bit of a rivalry/wager going with syracuse writer and friend mark, over at http://markbialczak.com. we are both minor league baseball fans, and his syracuse chiefs, (who knows who they are?), will be up against my toledo mud hens (detroit tigers farm team), in an upcoming epic battle. there will games played at both stadiums, for a chance to show their stuff and to quiet one of us down. let’s start with our mascots, after looking at our roster, those chiefs don’t stand a chance!

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MUDDY
Birthday: July 6
Muddy the Mud Hen has been entertaining fans of all ages for years. He can be found roaming the concourse and dancing on the dugouts during all home games at Fifth Third Field. Muddy also loves posing for pitcures, so bring your camera when you come to a game!
He has received national recognition in such publications as: Sports Illustrated, Baseball Weekly, the Detroit Free Press and the Detroit News. A celebrity in his own right, from parades to parties, Muddy is everyone’s buddy.
MUDDONNA
Birthday: April 29
The original ‘Material Bird’ made her debut as Toledo’s second mascot in April of 2003. She loves to dance and loves baseball.
Muddonna can be seen at home games in her signature pinstripe dress. Her best Hen-Friend is Muddy.

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JIM FLEALAND (based upon retired detroit tigers manager, jim l)

Debut: May 22, 2008

About: Jim is a major league runner who always manages to pester his competition. His racing style has a biting edge which makes him a tough itch to scratch. Cheer on Jim as he smokes the competition!

Favorite Major League Baseball Team: Detroit Tigers
KITTY HOLMES (based up toledo native, katie holmes)
Debut: May 22, 2008
About: Kitty is a racing feline phenomenon who relies on her cat-like reflexes to help claw her way to victory… sometimes just by a whisker. This little lady is nothing to meow at. Cheer her on as she tries to Cruise to victory!
Favorite TV Show: Clawson’s Creek
JAMIE FARRMADILLO (based upon toledo native, jamie farr)
Debut: May 22, 2008
About: This sprinting soldier with the armor shell is always out to M*A*S*H* his competition. He’ll take it the Max, Klinging to the lead until the very end. Cheer on Jamie as he rolls to a win!
Enjoys: LPGA Golf

and we have backup:

MUDDEVIOUS
Debut: June 8, 2007
Standing 9 feet tall, this bouncing bird hatched from an outer space egg sent to Fifth Third Field in the spring of 2007.
Muddevious, who is more than a little mischievous, finds ways to create fun by pulling pranks and playfully interacting with fans at Fifth Third Field.
He’s full of energy and has some out-of-this-world dance moves.
MUDDIVA
Debut: June 8, 2007
Muddiva arrived via space egg, with cohort Muddevious, in the spring of 2007.
This dynamic (and demanding) damsel hits all the high notes when it comes to entertaining Mud Hens fans.
Muddiva is a sinister songstress who enjoys greeting her public at Fifth Third Field… and causing a little bit of trouble along the way. 

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syracuse mascots, scooch and pops

(we’re not really too worried)

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i have a good feeling about this one, fire up hens!

and mark has begun the trash talk early, as you can see in his post from yesterday :

 http://markbialczak.com/2014/05/01/chiefs-vs-mud-hens-and-theres-going-to-be-some-sort-of-sign/

 

 

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it. – Mark Twain

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it began and ended with a rabbit. it was in my front yard for hours. it came each morning and sat like that for days on end. i told the ‘ 3 h’s,’ (my adult daughters), about this rabbit, who now seemed to have moved into my yard, but anytime any of them came over it happened to be gone, so they didn’t really believe me. they should have though, especially since they’ve called me snow white at times, due to the heavy traffic of woodland creatures who seem to hang out with me in my little yard, and it would have made perfect sense.

a couple of weeks later, i came home and was walking out to see the garden, when i looked up and caught my breath. i gasped, as my first impression, (for no known reason, don’t even try to analyze this one), was that a giant tin solider was standing there, stock still, and staring down at me. once i regained my composure, realized it was not a soldier, but actually, a 5 foot tall hand-carved wooden rabbit. and i don’t know which is more frightening really. i went inside and called the daughters, who confessed they had bought it for two dollars at a recycle center and placed it where i said my rabbit supposedly hung out each day. they thought i would love it and i do appreciate their humor.

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i moved the giant rabbit to the front porch and my real rabbit continued on with it’s daily visits for a couple more weeks, until one day when i noticed the poor rabbit had passed away. i called one of the h’s to come over and help me bury it, as i just couldn’t bring myself to do so. as we were talking on the phone, i saw two huge, black birds circling around it, and as they landed and approached the rabbit, it got up and hopped away. what???!!!! it was playing dead? what was going on? i then had to tell h that is was not in fact dead but was only playing dead. this really kicked my credibility up another notch.

as luck and coincidence would have it, and in keeping with my ‘always learn something from my dates streak’, i happened to have a first date that night with our state’s fur bearing animal specialist, who works for the dnr. his focus was really on wolves and bears, but i figured i could ask him what was going on with my rabbit as it was technically a fur bearing animal. he knew the answer right away and told me that a mother rabbit will stay still all day, faking death when necessary, so that other animals will not bother it, to protect baby bunnies in a nest nearby, until they are ready to hop out into the world on their own. who knew?

soon after, the rabbit just disappeared and i figured that the babies must have made their way out into the world. over time,the wooden totem pole rabbit became a mainstay at all of the celebrations at my cottage. it was decorated, carried signs, wore costumes, and greeted guests for many exciting events. it became a part of the family.

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my giant wooden rabbit decorated for the cat’s (sugar) birthday celebration

but – the rabbit drama was not over quite yet. all three daughters were over at my house one night, as i headed off for an evening with the ladies in my book club. they really had no plans, and i thought back to the days when they were little girls, and would cook up all sorts of adventure/trouble when they were together and had too much time on their hands. i brushed it off and went out on my own adventure.

when i came home, around midnight, i found a letter tucked into my front door. i discovered it was not a letter after all, but a police report. it seems someone had called the local police to file a complaint about a girl, (one of my h’s, and described as ‘latina- looking’), was yelling and screaming to get in the house and causing a huge commotion. oh, and that she was ‘indecently exposed’ wearing a thong of some sort. there was a hand written note at the end asking me to call the police in the morning.

i stormed in and thought about how i was going to deal with this whole crazy situation. i decided to sleep on it and as i went to pull back my covers, there was my giant carved rabbit, now dressed in my lingerie, waiting for me in my bed! i almost laughed but was still a bit crabby about whatever i had to do to deal with the police in the morning, so i just pushed it onto the floor and went to sleep.

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when morning came, i questioned the girls, each one saying ‘you tell her, you tell her.’ finally they told me that they were bored and had dared the youngest h, in her late teens, to run outside around their car, in a thong. when she came to the door they locked her out for a minute, and she ‘overreacted.’’ when i asked why she would have agreed to this, she said, ‘they promised me 10$ if i would do it and i needed gas money.’ i told her i would have just given her the money, but this was really ridiculous, and they were all going to come with me to the police station to straighten it out. they could not believe i was making them go with me, one had to go to work and her boyfriend even stood in for her, another called her boyfriend and said, ‘we are in big trouble, mom is really mad!’

as i loaded them all up and was heading there, still crabby, one asked, ‘are you really mad? you really seem like you might be.’ they know i very rarely get mad and so this was a serous situation. one then turned to me and said, ‘mom, we were just kidding. we were going to confess that we made it up, but we didn’t know you’d get so mad and you’d turn us in, your own kids, if we committed a murder, you probably would turn us in too!’ um,,, yes, i would.

it seems they had been planning this night for weeks. even the guys were in on it. the eldest h had somehow gotten her hands on a blank police report and they had spent some serious time thinking about what they could do with it. they took the time to type it out and think about what ‘crime’ they could have committed that would warrant a police report. the youngest ‘h’ probably would have done the thong run, so that made sense, and they knew i would react, but thought i would be laughing. i have to give them credit, it was pretty clever, and i told them i will get my revenge one day when they least expect it, when they are all together again.

i kept the giant rabbit for a few years. then passed it on to the youngest ‘h’ and she kept it for another year, before we sold it at her yard sale for two dollars, it’s original price. this rabbit had seen a lot of action and was ready to retire.Image

When a child is locked in the bathroom with water running and he says he’s doing nothing but the dog is barking, call 911.
 Erma Bombeck

 

spring-ku

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what’s this fickle spring
you come in like an aardvark
and out like a ram?

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image credits: the daily city, country living

dance ’til your……

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during my foray into the world of being a travel agent, (one of my early careers), my boss decided that i was ready to take a group out on an adventure, (herself included, and along for the ride,) so if found myself as ‘leader’, taking a group of 250 women on a long weekend cruise to the bahamas.

my job was to oversee the group, see that everyone had everything they needed, handle any ‘crisis’ on board, get them where they were going, and to make sure they all made it back. i figured this was easy duty, as my boss was a ‘church-going’ woman and these were women she knew through her church, and i imagined them to be quite tame, as groups go.

well, imagine my surprise when it ended up being one long, crazy weekend, far beyond what i had envisioned.

the waters near the bahamas had been hit by a hurricane not long before we arrived on the scene, so the sea was very rough on the first night. and i should have taken this as a sign.

we had all dressed up for a formal dinner and one by one, we dropped out, and passed each other on the way back to our rooms, nodding to each other, and looking like a bunch of very drunk sailors. i threw up in a giant planter along the way, just to set give you a feel for how rough it was. and it was everyone for themselves that night. it was all i could do to crawl into my bed and stay there, in the fetal position until morning.

when i awoke in the morning it was a beautiful day, calm waters, blue sky, and new beginning.

and from that moment on, no one slept for 3 days. 

this was one of the most ‘free-spritied’ groups of women i’d even encountered. everyone was pretty drunk the entire time, there were ‘interactions’ with the crew, people were all over the place, and i decided the only way to keep track of everyone was to ‘enter the belly of the beast’, make sure no one got arrested, hang out with them, and let the sleep fall by the wayside. we quickly bonded, they were friendly and fun and welcoming, and we went on adventures on the islands together during the days, and when we came back to the ship at night, we always participated in whatever activity was planned. 

on this particular evening, it was ‘talent show night,’ and i figured it was a way to try to keep everyone in one place for a while if some of us performed. a little group, my boss included, decided to perform as the ‘dancing california raisins.’  i was the only one who was not african-american in a group of 250 women, so i stood out a bit and they billed me as ‘the golden raisin’. and then it was our moment. 

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our elaborate costumes were made of stuffed trash bags and tights. and we gave it our all.

and won first place.

they must have quickly seen how talented were were.

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here we are receiving our trophy.

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and through a lot of good luck , and some sort of intervention from the universe,

and a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell policy,’ we all made home.

including the trophy.

and it still has a place of prominence on my desk at home. 

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Tranquil as a forest, but a fire within. Once you find your center, you are sure to win.
 Mulan 

a coat of many colors

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it has served me well. and it was finally time. this massive, warm, full-length, fluffy coat that has seen me through many things, was now meant for someone else. we have been together for two long seasons. one of them very, very long. my polar-voretx partner.
and now, it is time. other people need coats. and without a further thought, i shall pass it on. who knows who will next wear this so proudly and so comfortably?

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favorite memories of my coat:

protective floatation device when sliding twice on ice, and into water once, under cars

playground warm up center

child wrap as needed

comforter

dirt collector (forgot why i chose white)

sledding partner

outdoor hockey game protective shield from cold

blizzard survival device

pet bed/sanctuary

accidental car cleaner-offer of road salt

seat cushion at many games

snowball fight shield

concussion-saving wrap when demonstrating what not to do on playground ice in order to stay safe, and then doing it

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Do not judge others by appearances, for a rich heart may be under a poor coat! -Scottish Proverb quotes

 

image credits: musingsinmongolia,funtoo.com, 

 

Gifts have ribbons, not strings.  – Vanna Bonta

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i traveled back from visiting my family in australia with this little gem in my bag. it was a super cool dino, who screamed like a banshee for 20 seconds when you squeezed its belly, and it was going to be a amazing and easy gift for baby j back in the states, when his birthday rolled around in 6 months. 

once on the trip, a unexpected logistical issue arose. periodically, and without any pattern or warning, i would hear it shriek in my carry- on bag. and, periodically, i would explain to those around me, and in customs and security, that it was simply a harmless toy, gone a bit bad. it was important that it made it home, as it was a gift for my grand baby j, one he simply could not live without. 

through some miracle of human kindness, it was allowed to travel all the way with me, and once home, i happily put it into my ‘box of upcoming and unusual gifts that people in my life cannot live without.’ every so often, i would hear it’s happy shriek, a bit muffled and coming from the box. i could not wait for the big day!

finally, j’s birthday was on the horizon and i took it out to wrap. i thought again about how he would be so happy to get this gift and annoy the whole family with it for hours on end. that is when i squeezed it myself,and noticed that things had clearly changed. now when i squeezed it, it would not make any noise at all and then when it finally did, it simply would not stop the shrieking for a long, long time!

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i called my family in australia, and my daughter suggested that it may have a battery inside that needed changing. who knew? she actually was right, and i wrestled a battery out of it, unwinding the screw that was the size of a fairy hat, and found a replacement after a visit to numerous stores. at last, it had stopped screaming.

i took it to school to have my teaching partner do the required surgery to replace its life force, as she is much more tech-savvy than i, and thought the problem would soon be solved. the good news, is that it now had a fresh source of power, the bad – it refused to stop shrieking again, as soon as she put the battery in. she quickly removed it once more, and i decided to present it with its guts torn out, thinking i would replace its insides on-site, for dramatic effect. and i couldn’t leave the battery around, as he was little and might swallow it, so it had to be an all or nothing choice. this was turning out to be quite an amazing and easy gift!

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i arrived at his house, and told the family the backstory and proceeded to insert the battery once more. of course, it began shrieking again immediately and baby j loved it! and the rest of the family hated it and asked me/begged me to remove the battery immediately! i took it back out and we found the above unusual note on the neck tag of the dino/banshee. and it kind of made sense. 

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we also discovered the reason that it may not have worked exactly right.

apparently the toymakers had imprinted it, but forgotten to actually add this button to the toy.

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so, we decided to ignore the warning note and took things into our own hands. the outdoor fire pit was too snowy to work.

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we took it back indoors, but we decided we would probably be killed by the fumes, if we followed through with its execution by fire.

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so we threw the battery away, deep in the trash.

and dino joined the others who found themselves in the pile of extinct toys.

it was a long journey, but somehow we managed to all have a lot of fun with it.

and that was the gift.

The greatest of all gifts is the power to estimate things at their true worth
 François De La Rochefoucauld

All art requires courage.  ~ Anne Tucker

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http://www.daytondailynews.com/videos/news/crime-law/male-strippers-subdue-robbery-suspect/vCT5cz/

crimestoppers come in all shapes and sizes. you do what you do.

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credits: daytondailynews, lasvegas.com, xjosimo

When brothers agree, no fortress is so strong as their common life. ~Antisthenes

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aussie grandbabies m and f live in what is clearly a two-spiderman household

Sometimes being a brother is even better than being a superhero.  ~Marc Brown

 

 

what makes a man?

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 it took a small village of kinders to make a man.

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they hiked through the deep snow.

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they went in the playhouse to eat some snow and get pumped up about it.

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they worked hard to push heavy loads almost a big as they were.

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they built. and they built.

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and they moved mountains.

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and they crowned him with a prized possession.

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and we celebrated with a song and a dance around the man they created.

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and in the seventh hour, they rested. 

 Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world;

indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has.

Margaret Mead

image credits: j. kurtz