Sunday, March 25, 2012

my newest (American) hobby

Decided to change my profile name today to "The Blog Bites Better than the Bullet", which is linked to the idea that "the pen is sharper than the sword", of course.  But it's also a reminder to me to "bite the bullet" and write from the heart; to be honest, no matter who might read this, because telling the truth can change lives.  It's worth it even if my life is the only one affected.
My husband was very excited to take me on our first real shooting date when we could get a babysitter after our son was born.  I was amazed at how fun it was- my usual hobbies have been things like swimming (OK, paddling), blogging and internet-surfing of course, playing the piano, and general laying around watching sit-coms, when I can't afford skiing or ice-skating.  So when I watched my next episode of Frasier today I had to laugh!  Niles is sooooo me; I can be a pretty decent shot, and I follow instructions like him: aim, grip, relax, shoot, etc.  Hilarious.
Growing up in England, I never thought I'd be enjoying this...but then I never knew I'd be living without rain 360 days of the year either.  This is what deserts are for!

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Ginger hair; Irish roots

Flogging Molly in Las Vegas 2012
 I have always loved Irish/Celtic music, and Irish or Scottish country dancing.  I think I feel it in my blood deep down that I am part Irish, amongst many other things, and it shows in my reddish hair, for which I am proud.

I am sad my husband couldn't share the moment with me last night when I got to see Flogging Molly in concert in Vegas, but it was fun to sit at the back and watch the show instead of smashed at the front of the mosh-pits.  The dancing and crowds were part of the show, and it was a fun experience.  Though hubby is deployed in Afghanistan, I'm glad I made myself go and enjoy it with another mom; it's been a while since I had a girls' night out, and this was special time. 

In honor of St. Paddy's Day, here are some words from the song "Float" by Flogging Molly that have a lot of meaning for me and my life. 

"Singled out for who you are,

It takes all types to judge a man,

Feel... That's all you can.

Filthy suits with bigot ears,

Hide behind their their own worst fears,

Live... That's all you can.

It's all you can.

It's all you can... do.

No matter where I put my head,

I wake up feeling sound again,

Breathe... It's all you can.

Tomorrow smells of less decay,

The flowers create this blooming fray,

Be thankful... That's all you can."