Monday, May 31, 2010

It's Memorial Day, Not the Third Day of Your Weekend of Chores

Memorial Day.

The unofficial start of summer.

The reason we get a three-day weekend.

An excuse to barbecue, get together with friends and family, get caught up on all those little projects.


Memorial Day.

A day to remember our fallen soldiers, and to honor their sacrifice.

My family has been lucky. Every generation has served in the military, and our losses in battle have been few. I have recently been researching my family history, and have learned that my family connection to this country goes back to the French and Indian War, when a young man named Alexander Waddell traveled from Scotland as a kind of "soldier of fortune" for the British. This man was my Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather.

He stayed, and subsequently served in both the first and last battles of the Revolutionary War. While at Yorktown, he stumbled across his younger brother, Matthew, who was serving on the British side. Alexander had last seen Matthew in Scotland,when he left his entire life behind. Expecting to never see his family again, Alexander rejoiced in finding his brother. Imagine, on a battlefield of thousands, finding a familiar and familial face. What a miracle that they both survived and reconnected.

Knowing that my roots go that far back, knowing that my grandfather so many generations back came here and embraced the idea of America, that he was willing to fight and give his life for a fledgling country that was willing to adopt him as one of their own, makes me so much prouder to be who I am and where I'm from.

So today, as you're going about your holiday...remember why the holiday exists. For every soldier that fought and lived, so many others fought and died. And that is why we have today off.

To remember our fallen.

To give thanks that they offered themselves to further the cause.

To ensure that their sacrifices, no matter how long ago, are never forgotten.

This is one of my favorite poems. Its imagery is haunting and timeless.

In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

A woman named Moina Michael added her own verse to the poem, which I think speaks even more to this day.

We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies

Sunday, February 28, 2010

That Can't Be Right

Hey, quick question...

I know I'm a bit behind on television shows, particularly reality shows, and especially ones on MTV, but I'm wondering...this Snooki idiot? Does she know she's orange? Orange isn't really a flesh tone for healthy people.

Has someone checked into this?

Wife of the Year

Why am I wife of the year? Well, I woke up at 5am. On a Sunday. So I could drive Dave to the college in order for him to pick up the team van so he could depart with his golf team for their annual spring break trip to North Carolina.

Road to Hiram, 5:30am...not in my bed. Sad.

Yeah, there was no carrot at the end of that stick for me. They drove south and I went home where I tried in vain to go back to bed. No luck. Instead, I got busy doing laundry and cleaning. To be honest, they probably aren't going to be getting great weather in Pinehurst either, so I'm not terribly jealous.

Well, since it's been such a long time from the last true update, let's recap the last several months.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Merry Christmas!!

Happy New Year!!!

Smooches for Valentine's Day, also.

And here we are, searching the skies and lawns desperately for a sign of spring. It's hard to check for spring flowers under 18 inches of snow, but I'm intrepid like that.

Dave and I are still splitting the week, with me in Columbus Monday through Friday, then home on the weekend. We are hopeful about some kind of job for him anywhere in Central Ohio, but it's really getting hard. I have to be honest for a minute, though, and tell you how much fun we have together on weekends. It's like we've figured out how to do it, how to make it work and we focus on the 40-some hours we get instead of the 120-some hours we don't.

We'll get there, right? Same zip code would be nice, but at this point, I would take same area code!

Sunday, January 31, 2010

Going Global

So, I finally update my blog for the first time in almost three months, and I get visitors from six of the seven continents in the past 24 hours. Quite frankly, Antarctica really doesn't count.

Can we talk for just a minute about how totally jealous I am right now of
Amalah? She and her family are currently sunning themselves on a fabulous beach in Jamaica, courtesy of a gracious owner of some gorgeous villas. I bear no ill-will to her at all...I would have totally taken them up on the offer. They paid their own airfare, but the accommodations were free. She gets to talk about it on her blog, and she has been totally upfront about all of it. But considering how freaking cold it is right now, and how much longer we'll be putting up with winter, I am craving sun, sand and warmth!

Not to mention the fact that Dave and I have never been able to take a honeymoon due to scheduling, then financial, then scheduling reasons. And the fact that I see him for less than 48 hours a week. And that place looks pretty romantic. I want a trip, too!

Yeah, yeah, don't we all.

Speaking of romance, today is the sixth anniversary of my first date with the golfer! Our date consisted of a women's college basketball game, dinner, then a men's college basketball game. Quite the date. I was smitten, needless to say.

For the past five anniversaries, we were able to go back to the same restaurant to celebrate. We aren't able to do that this time, but we are celebrating anyway.

Have a wonderful week!

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Let's Catch Up, Shall We?

Previously, on A Golfer and a Girl...

Dear NBC,

Hi. The Great Jay Leno 10pm Experiment? Not working. Let's just chalk it up to a bad idea and a lack of leadership to veto it.

Yeah, so, you're welcome! But not you, Conan! Hey, I had no way of knowing it was going to go down this way.