Thursday, April 24, 2014

Iamb what iamb.

Alas, my Facebook page cannot withstand
The influx of the posts I wish to share
To recognize the birth of the great man,
The one we call the Bardthat is, Shakespeare.

So here I'll save the posts that caught my eye
On this, the day we celebrate his birth
Four hundred fifty years ago. And I
Am thankful for the time he was on earth.

Seems most of these were shared via Facebook,
And one came from a search of my YouTube.
On Twitter I have yet to take a look,
but I'll post tweets (unless they're from a rube).

So I did not intend to write a sonnet,
But it's hard to stop once you get started on it.

From Bell Shakespeare (Australia):

From the great Roy Peter Clark, via Poynter
The Shakespeare sentence that changed my life
"Since many of us will not be residents of this distracted globe when Will’s big 5-0-0 comes around, we should do our best to praise him now, and as often as we can for as long as we can. There is no one like him."

Shakespeare quotes a la Cakewrecks
Where There's a Will
"It's Talk Like Shakespeare Day! So, instead of making Much Ado About Wrecking, we're just going to let the Bard himself insult the cakes."

Via Twitter (@JRhodesPianist)

A quiz from the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre

Peace, Good Tickle-Brain (comic strip)

plus many other Shakespeare-related comics--great stuff!

From The Independent (UK)
Everyday phrases that came from the Bard

Classroom Ideas from NCTE
In 1564, William Shakespeare was born on this day

From CNN

Tuesday, April 08, 2014

A tree grows (and then dies and then falls) in Dubtown.

It was around 11:30 Tuesday night when our barking dogs woke me up. The cause of their excitement? Our neighbor was knocking on our door. It seems a third of our Bradford pear was now reaching for our driveway, and our across-the-street buddy thought we should know.

When I opened our front door, this is what I saw:

On closer inspection, we discovered the limb was still attached to the trunk:

What really got our attention, though, is where the outer branches landed: on my car!

We were THAT CLOSE to being in one of those Allstate "Mayhem" commercials! In the darkness it was hard to see any damage, but I was certain that at the very least, the paint would be scratched. First thing the next morning, Brett took my ride to a nearby carwash to spray off the hood, which was covered with tree buds and bits. We were stunned (and thrilled!) to see an unscathed hood in the light of day.

Brett managed to detach the big ol' limb from the tree, but to get the rest of that bugger down, we called in a professional. While we were sad to see it go, we had known since late last summer that our tree was dying. We also had discovered that our Bradford pear's short lifespan was pretty typical for this type of tree. Such a shame! There's nothing like a neighborhood filled with blossoming Bradford pears in the springtime. 

Our tree in bloom even made the blog header four years ago. (Another view of that same pic is in this post from March 2010.)

Unfortunately, we have a feeling our neighbors' trees will be following ours to that great forest in the sky. 

Now you see it...

And now you don't!

For our previous adventures in the lumberjack business, check out these posts:
"A Tree Falls in Dubtown"
"Lights Out"
"Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jog"

Happy Daisy Day!

I was driving home last Tuesday when it occurred to me that Daisy's birthday should be coming up. Then I realized that Daisy was born on Good Friday 2013, and even though Easter's still a week away, last year it was in March. Oopsie Daisy! 

(In my defense, Katie and I were in San Antonio and Brett was in Oklahoma on her birthday weekend, so we were a tad bit distracted. I'm still ashamed. Bad "dog mom"!)

Cue the quick detour to our neighborhood Albertson's to pick up a cake, a gift, and some party trimmings.

Ta-dah! Instant party!

It's hard to believe the itty-bitty puffball we adopted last May is already a year old! What a quick year it's been. We are so glad you're part of our family, Daisy, and we are thankful you were born!

Sunday, April 06, 2014

The road ends here.

For years I’ve been an cheering bystander along the “Road to the Final Four,” filling out my brackets and rooting for those Cinderellas as March Madness gets underway. This year was extra exciting, though, because that road to college basketball’s championship ended in North Texas. 

To get in on all the excitement, I signed up to volunteer at Final Four-related events. Several people have asked why I wanted to volunteer. I guess I did it just for fun. Years ago I drove a courtesy van for reporters covering the Big 12 tournament in Dallas, and that experience was a blast. How much more fun would working the Final Four be? Besides, it felt great to serve our community and offer our visitors some good ol’ Texas hospitality.

Of course, my volunteer shifts were far from the glamour of Cowboys (AT&T) Stadium where the games would be played. In fact, the closest I got to the court was during the orientation session held at Jerry World—and even then, the court was still in pieces.

It was exciting to be there, though, knowing that this would be the sports world’s epicenter in just a few weeks. Besides, it’s fun to be in that massive stadium. One of our training sessions was in the radio lounge, a meeting area just off the broadcast booths in the stadium. Pretty cool! Also cool: 

getting to pose with the tourney’s ultimate prize!

After the orientation, I was armed with information and my fancy Final Four golf shirt, jacket and hats. I couldn’t wait to get to work! Just a few weeks later, I got my chance.

For my first shift on Friday night, I went straight from school to the Dallas Convention Center downtown. After wading through rush-hour traffic, I reported for duty and got my assignment: manning the waiver station outside “Bracket Town,” the Final Four fan festival. Getting people to sign forms may not sound like fun, but it was! It was great to talk to all the fans as we collected their waivers and put wristbands on folks. Everyone was in such a good mood, and it was interesting to see all the college T-shirts and hear the different accents. Easiest fans to pick out in a crowd? Kentucky’s! Love that twang!

Bright and early Saturday morning, I was at the TCU rec center for the Coca-Cola Youth Clinic. One of three free youth basketball clinics going on across the Metroplex, this Fort Worth one featured drills led by college coaches and assisted by Horned Frog players. I began the day greeting parents and kids, and then I held court (heh heh) at one of the gym’s water stations. My partner, Curt, and I filled the official NCAA cups with water and Powerade for the thirsty little athletes. Again, way more fun than it sounds! But really, watching third through sixth graders learn defensive strategy (and flop! The coach had them practice FLOPPING!) was a blast. Big bonus: I shared a private convo with Superfrog

Once our water station was cleared and the kids were back with their families, I headed home. There I gathered my own family and headed to Bracket Town. On Friday I’d seen enough to know that Brett and Katie would love it, and I knew I wouldn’t get to play while volunteering.

The video wall at the entrance
Throughout the exhibit hall were sponsors’ promotions and activities. Several of them, like AT&T, asked you to complete a certain number of tasks before collecting your premiums. We spent much of our time working on our Capital One punch cards. In the Capital One areas, it was fun to see sports other than basketball represented, from baseball to lacrosse, from hockey to golf.

The receiving game

The passing challenge


Lacrosse “rocket shot” (testing for speed)
 After trying their hands at other sports, Brett and Katie were itching to play some roundball.

After some warmup shots, they were ready for a few games of knockout. In line I saw an old friend, our school’s basketball coach!

Katie’s already plenty competitive, but playing against someone we know (who also happens to be really, REALLY good) made these rounds of knockout extra fun!

Did I mention he’s really good?

And yes, Katie knocked him out! Coach missed precious few shots, but Katie capitalized on one of his errant attempts and sent him packing—for that round, anyway. (I found out later that he entered the big knockout contest and won some cash. Can’t say I’m surprised!)

Brett got in on the action, too. I think he and Katie could’ve spent the rest of the weekend playing endless knockout rounds.

Making our visit extra special was getting to see part of the first semifinal game on the big screens scattered around the exhibit hall. While waiting for different activities, I’d check the score. It was crazy to see this big upset in the making as UConn overcame an early deficit to take down the favorite and overall top seed, Florida.

At this particular station, Katie and I had our picture taken at the “Tournament Central” desk. After we posed, we got to see our photo, complete with Clark Kellogg and Charles Barkley. Now that was a surprise!

Before moving on, Katie cashed in our Capital One punch cards to collect some serious swag. Stylin’.

After that we hit up the Allstate section with its variety of shooting challenges.

Katie ended up winning three pairs of Allstate sunglasses. I, meanwhile, took home an Allstate Final Four insulated cup. Good times.

 We ran out of time before we could get to every sponsor’s area, but we had a great evening.

On Sunday night, I was back at Bracket Town to work my final shift. This time I was stationed at the NCAA “Spirit Court.” A couple of “coaches” were on the court to introduce a variety of shots, and randomly assembled teams would try to be the first to 10. My job was to check for waiver wristbands and help regulate the number of people on the court at once. At times we’d be overrun with kids, energetic youngsters who would come off the court and circle right back in line to get back out there. Other times we’d have super-competitive college kids who would scout their teammates, determined to find a winning combination of shooters. Again, keeping those players in line doesn’t sound like a good time, but it was! If it weren’t for my tired feet, I could’ve stayed out there all night. Alas, my dogs were barking by the time Bracket Town closed at 8, so I turned in my volunteer credentials and headed home, sad to see my Final Four glory days come to an end. 

Speaking of “Glory Days,” as I left the convention center parking garage, I passed the March Madness Music Festival stage where Bruce Springsteen was performing. Now THAT’S the way to end a shift: being serenaded by “The Boss” himself.

So here’s to Big D and the rest of North Texas for a great job hosting the Final Four. I can’t wait for our next chance to host. I’ll be one of the first to volunteer!