hie thee over to Sparrow's and enter your haiku in the contest. As usual the finalists are announced on Thursday [be sure to check back and vote for your favorite] and the voting commences. Then the Winner is announced on Friday. The Winner not only has the honor of taking first place, s/he gets to name the recipient of a member serving in harm's way of a Deluxe Care Package. If you don't know someone serving...Sparrow will pick someone for you, OR you can go to AnySoldier.com, or Any Marine,etc. Once there, you can register and choose a recipient based on gender, where they are serving, what State they are from, etc.
Don't be intimidated by the term "Haiku". A Haiku is a poem, not rhyming, that is comprised of three lines. The first line has 5 syllables. The second line has 7 syllables. And the 3rd line has 5 syllables. Classic Japanese Haiku make some mention of a season, but the ones at Sparrow's rarely make that reference.
You can do that. This week's subject is "Regrets". Who among us has no regrets? Having attained a certain number of years, I believe it's impossible to have lived a full and interesting life without making at least a few mis-steps, a certain number of actions or statements you'd like to have a "Do-Over" on.
I was reading Marko, the Munchkin Wrangler, last week and he linked to a blogger who is running her DOG for President! If you are still undecided, or simply disgusted with the crop of candidates, as I am, check out Rachel Lucas and her Ridgeback, Sunny. Order a Campaign Button, get on the Bandwagon! Vote for a REAL Bitch, not a two legged one!
Sunny even has an evil opponent, Kitteh! I have NO idea who writes that blog. But it is spot on for every cat I have ever known. Need I say that under Sunny's administration, Kitteh, and his ilk will be dealt with in an appropriate manner. Don't get me wrong, I LIKE cats. I just can't eat a whole one by myself. [It's a joke! Untwist your panties, all you feline-o-philes!]
So that's what I've got this early in the morning. I gotta go write for money now. About Fluevogs and Crocs. Talk about a labor of love! Oh MYYYYY!
Showing posts with label Haiku Wednesday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Haiku Wednesday. Show all posts
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Adventures in Not Exactly Torture...
... but I have felt things I enjoyed a LOT more.
So I went to D & D Sports Medicine last Friday and met Susan the Sadist. I'm NOT kiddin', y'all. That is how she describes herself. After she worked me for an Hour and a half on Friday, our FIRST time, I heartily agree!
She let me see "THE BACK ROOM." She didn't say anything, but I KNOW this is where she puts the non-compliant clients. There's a "therapy" table. It's padded so it looks legit. BUT, being the keen observer I am [I KNEW those investigative skills would come in handy, again.] I noticed the OVER-sized straps to keep the client secured to the table while they're punished. The machine with the electrodes is at the end of the table, so the parts that do damage can be attached to the soles of the feet, I would imagine. Oh, she is clever, that Susan!
Today she turned me over to a guy who, although he IS an Aggie, I think I could grow to dislike thoroughly. His wanted me to call him "El Diablo Rojo" here, but I told him I was going to call him "Man with feet of Clay", but now I'm thinkin' "The Gradual Economist" , or GE for short. He was even MORE mean than Susan because he implemented her Plan of Pain and Misery. I can handle the abductor and adductor stuff, and after some bitchin' I can even handle the leg lifts from 4 different positions, one of which seems totally retarted and earned me the title : "High Maintenance". BUT, I reserve the right to bitch, whine and complain when they make me do SQUATS!!! THEY HURT, Dammitt. And just in case there's any doubt in your mind...it's a sharp, stabbing pain, kinda like when you...step on a nail, or a tack, only imagine it being a really BIG nail being driven into your KNEE. Ok, NOW we're on the same page.
There are all these TeeShirts on the walls from former patients. Most of them are some type of Team shirt from different athletic programs [High School and University] around the area. I told Susan that the only sport I actually participated in was shooting. Then I asked her if I brought a shooting Tee when I was done, if she'd hang it on the wall with the others. She said, "Sure." I thought that was cool. So, I'll probably take one of my old "A Human Right" Tees up there, sign it in Purple sharpie, of course. I'm thinkin' the one of the with the Nuremberg Laws in the background and a schoolgirl [looks to be about 12-13] in the foreground. The schoolgirl has a rifle slung over her shoulder. I think it's a Garand, but I'm not sure. The message at the bottom says, "Never Again." Do any of y'all know if that's one of Oleg's designs?
But, cruel as they are, I'll be going back. I am walking better, most of the time. I don't even use the cane in the house. I do still take it with me when I'm outside, though. I'm able to work with Tip on his training. Why, shoot, I even cooked supper last night!
Don't forget...Today is Haiku Wednesday over at Sparrow's. Go enter a poem on her topic o'the week.
So I went to D & D Sports Medicine last Friday and met Susan the Sadist. I'm NOT kiddin', y'all. That is how she describes herself. After she worked me for an Hour and a half on Friday, our FIRST time, I heartily agree!
She let me see "THE BACK ROOM." She didn't say anything, but I KNOW this is where she puts the non-compliant clients. There's a "therapy" table. It's padded so it looks legit. BUT, being the keen observer I am [I KNEW those investigative skills would come in handy, again.] I noticed the OVER-sized straps to keep the client secured to the table while they're punished. The machine with the electrodes is at the end of the table, so the parts that do damage can be attached to the soles of the feet, I would imagine. Oh, she is clever, that Susan!
Today she turned me over to a guy who, although he IS an Aggie, I think I could grow to dislike thoroughly. His wanted me to call him "El Diablo Rojo" here, but I told him I was going to call him "Man with feet of Clay", but now I'm thinkin' "The Gradual Economist" , or GE for short. He was even MORE mean than Susan because he implemented her Plan of Pain and Misery. I can handle the abductor and adductor stuff, and after some bitchin' I can even handle the leg lifts from 4 different positions, one of which seems totally retarted and earned me the title : "High Maintenance". BUT, I reserve the right to bitch, whine and complain when they make me do SQUATS!!! THEY HURT, Dammitt. And just in case there's any doubt in your mind...it's a sharp, stabbing pain, kinda like when you...step on a nail, or a tack, only imagine it being a really BIG nail being driven into your KNEE. Ok, NOW we're on the same page.
There are all these TeeShirts on the walls from former patients. Most of them are some type of Team shirt from different athletic programs [High School and University] around the area. I told Susan that the only sport I actually participated in was shooting. Then I asked her if I brought a shooting Tee when I was done, if she'd hang it on the wall with the others. She said, "Sure." I thought that was cool. So, I'll probably take one of my old "A Human Right" Tees up there, sign it in Purple sharpie, of course. I'm thinkin' the one of the with the Nuremberg Laws in the background and a schoolgirl [looks to be about 12-13] in the foreground. The schoolgirl has a rifle slung over her shoulder. I think it's a Garand, but I'm not sure. The message at the bottom says, "Never Again." Do any of y'all know if that's one of Oleg's designs?
But, cruel as they are, I'll be going back. I am walking better, most of the time. I don't even use the cane in the house. I do still take it with me when I'm outside, though. I'm able to work with Tip on his training. Why, shoot, I even cooked supper last night!
Don't forget...Today is Haiku Wednesday over at Sparrow's. Go enter a poem on her topic o'the week.
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