Showing posts with label give away. Show all posts
Showing posts with label give away. Show all posts

August 5, 2008

We interrupt these Olympic commercials to announce Choc-O-late Winners!

Sashi had the honor of choosing the winner of the first box of Godiva. I'd like to say she used some scientific formula (she's a former math teacher) doo hickey, or calculated by the moon and stars. I can't. She called and said, "Hands down. Ah gets it. You know the one who doesn't see her husband except to coordinate schedules?" Knowing my Other Spouse she felt a connection, a kinship, with Ah. Sashi does an exorbitant amount of driving her three to places of practice, school, church, etc. I (also guessing with my limited knowledge of my Spouse) think she feels bad Ah's el husbando forgets her birthday. And the fact Ah suggested dating her hubby several times in the comment didn't hurt her I am sure! If you'll email me with a way to reach you...you're Godiva will be on it's way. Congrats Ah.

The second box was chosen by me (with help from the Crumbs) without anything ShmancyFancy. We wrote down all the commenter's names, put them in a hat, and let Big Shooter pick one out. It was Andrea from Sgt. and Mrs. Hub. Congrats Andrea. And Thanks a bazillion for sticking it out and reading the Saga a.k.a. Dara Torres everyone!

I will be posting a couple stories in the mid-morning.
Until then, Thanks y'all for participating in this here little give away! Just so you know, I am in the midst of gathering items for several future give aways. They are fun, fun.

See you in a bit.

August 3, 2008

Can Mama Spank the Kids?

*There is a Sah-weet incentive for reading this verrry long post when you get to the end...


I have this friend, I am going to name her The Contributor because she unknowingly (yet frequently) contributes blog fodder for some of my posts. Today is different. She actually had a request. And a lovely request it turned out to be...

Like I've mentioned one of two times before, the Shooter household loves the Olympics. We love the whole Shootin' Shabang. From Opening Ceremonies to Closing Ceremonies we are there. We are in the moment.

But, swimming...ahhh, swimming. I am going to have to say swimming must be our favorite child because we go back and go back to the swimming. We schedule potty breaks around the swimming.

And The Contributor, well she asked about our favorite child. Only the Olympian she specifically asked about is the Mama of the favorite child. She's our age (a teeny tiny tad older), she's been in every Olympics the Big Shooter and I can remember in one way or another and she is one Hot Mama!

Let me just put it to you all this way...
(For those of you who personally know Big Shooter this will make perfect sense cause he's a Gentleman y'all. And with him it is all about chivalry. Which makes me ponder the universe yet again to understand how in the world he ended up with me? But that is another post for another time.)
When I read The Contributor's request out loud with a knowing smile and glanced Big Shooter's way...he was smiling the smile only a wife should know about. I mean he was melting before my eyes y'all, sliding down the sofa into a puddle of love.

We were saving her. But, we had a request. A request! And besides we have tons of things to get covered these last few days to make sure you are prepared for Friday. Like tomorrow's post: A Comprehensive List of Olympic Watching Must Haves.

But back to Love Puddle and the object of his Olympic Passion. Her name is Dara Torres.
And we are so hoping she is going to do some serious spankin' on a whole bunch of international X-boxers during these Games!

I could not possibly give this fantastic example of a woman, mother, dedicated athlete and Olympian any justice if I tried to write about her career, so I did the next best thing. I copied my fave Olympic writer's article for you to read. It is long. It is worth it. It is inspirational. It will have you looking up the swimming schedule and setting your Ti-vo. Promise.

Dara Torres: Three Decades of Excellence
Written by Aimee Berg on June 27, 2008

Dara Torres is ageless.
She has competed in four Olympics spanning three decades. She has never failed to bring home a medal. She has also been a Sports Illustrated model, Tae Bo pitch-woman, NBC commentator, and an advocate for resolving eating disorders and competing drug-free. Every four years, she seems to reappear, but rarely has her Olympic metamorphosis been chronicled in one place. So here is a roundup of where Torres has been every four years since her Olympic debut in 1984, and how she's seizing the chance to become the oldest swimming medalist in history, at 41.

At the 1984 Los Angeles Games, Torres was a Beverly Hills teenager who had just completed her junior year at Westlake, a private girls' school in L.A. whose alumnae include Bridget Fonda and the astronaut Sally Ride, and where one of Torres' classmates was Richard Pryor's daughter. But Torres, 17, was making a name for herself in swimming. One month before the LA Games, she set an American record in the 50m freestyle but the event didn't exist for women at the Olympics yet. So instead, she helped the US win gold in the 4x100m freestyle relay in her Olympic debut.

In 1988, Torres had just finished her junior year of college at the University of Florida. Her major was public communications. Her minor was education. And her mission was to win medals in Seoul. Little did the public know, she had been battling bulimia since her freshman year of college. All told, she said, "I had it for five years." Despite its effect on her performance, she was one of just five female veterans returning from the 1984 US Olympic swim team and helped the US capture bronze in the 4x100m free relay. When she came home from South Korea, however, she hung up her goggles. She was done. She even joined Florida's volleyball team.

Torres stayed in Florida after graduating, began working for NBC Sports, then decided 11 months before the 1992 Olympic swimming trials that she wanted to try for a third Olympics at age 25. It motivated her to end her eating disorder, she said, and quit bingeing and purging "cold turkey". By then, she had also undergone two (of six) knee surgeries, but she made the Barcelona team and was named the US team's co-captain and its self-proclaimed "grandma." In Spain, she won another gold medal in the 4x100m free relay. Back in the States, she hung up her goggles once again. Finished.

In 1996, Torres was married and went to the Atlanta Olympics as a spectator and Reebok spokesperson. "I was just so used to getting passes and going everywhere. It was different being a regular person." She attended gymnastics and track and field events, but not swimming. "I don't know why," she says. "When you're retired, either you have some interest or none whatsoever."
By 2000, she was 33, divorced, had done the Tae Bo thing, and had four Olympic medals, all from relays. She decided she wanted more. But the sport had changed in the seven years since she left it. So she altered her stroke, modified her diet, shimmied into a newfangled bodysuit, again qualified for the Olympics, and earned five medals in Sydney (gold in two relays, and bronze in three individual sprints) - her biggest cache at a single Games. Then she quit. Again.

Notice the crowd in the background at the Trials. I don't think there is a more serious swim fan crowd out there than this group. And they are giving her a standing ovation for making this Olympic Team. Awe inspiring.

At the 2004 Athens Olympics, Torres worked as a swimming commentator for NBC's Hi-Definition broadcasts. "I was fine with t," she said of her second retirement. "It's not like I had the Olympic itch." Nor did she seem to have the "itch" in the immediate aftermath of those Games.
"It only hit me," Torres said, "after I had given birth and was swimming fast." She qualified for the 2006 Masters World Championships at Stanford, Calif., just three months after delivering her first child, Tessa.


"There were about 5,000 swimmers there and it felt like 5,000 people said to me, ‘I'd love to see you go for another Olympics.' Even going into that meet, I had no interest," she says. "I was still breast feeding between events."
She set a World Record 3 months post-partum and carrying the extra pounds of Baby Juice y'all. Amazing.

Now, Torres has qualified for her fifth Olympic team.

"Do you think the other kids like the Mama?" Inspiring. And showing by example.


On Friday night, at the US Olympic Swimming Trials, in Omaha, Neb, she secured an individual berth in the 100m freestyle event as well as the 4x100m free relay, and may qualify for another event this weekend in the 50m freestyle. In Beijing, she will be the first American swimmer to compete in five Olympics and the oldest female swimmer in the history of the Games.

Which isn't to say all has gone swimmingly in Torres' latest comeback.
"I have my bad days even though I'm swimming fast," she said.
Four months after Torres swam a lifetime best in the 50m freestyle (24.53) at age 40, she had surgery in November 2007 to remove a bone spur in her right shoulder. As recently as this spring, she said, "I was in my coach's office saying, I don't want to be here. I'm exhausted. Not everything's peachy."


Her fast times, coupled with her age, have also prompted suspicion of steroid use to which she replies: "I like talking about it. I met with the CEO of [the United States Anti-Doping Agency] and said, ‘Please, DNA-test, blood-test me, whatever. I want to be an open book.'"

"So to anyone out there that doubts me? To me, that's just a compliment. I now take that as a compliment that I'm doing that well."

What Torres will be doing in 2012 is anyone's guess. But her latest comeback has taught her one thing: "I thought that maybe competitiveness would dissipate as you get older. But it doesn't. I'm probably more competitive now than I've ever been in my life. Why? I don't know. It's just how I'm made up."

How absolutely fabulous is that? "It's just how I'm made up." What an outstanding example of life for all our Crumb Snatchers! Life is not passing this girlfriend by. She is living the moments. Grabbing the bull by the horns. Just doin' what she was made to do. Oh, how I hope to instill that lesson into Boy and Girl Child. Just do. Just live. Just do what you were Made to do.

Fantastic.

Love Note to Big Shooter: You know how I love this bloggin' thing. You know how it pains me to spend your moo-lah on frivolous things. So you have to understand how much it pains me to inform you I need to purchase another cute little Godiva box for another winner. I have to Love. They need a reward for sludging through this one to the very end. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter. Now all they have to do is leave their name in a comment and a way to reach them in case they win this second box of sublime fulfillment.

And in case they didn't enter the first one (which, btw, ends tonight when Sashi gets home from Love Fest and can choose a winner for me) they can go here and enter!

May 2, 2008

Shark Attack

Warning: Oooo Yuck Picture below.

I have realized scars are definitely Guy Battle Scars. (insert Tim the Tool Man Taylor man grunts here).
Big Shooter has a doozy of a Battle Wound-soon-to-be-Scar
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Why the title Shark Attack? Because while I was worrying about such mundane things as childcare, dog sitting, guest accommodations, food spoilage and the other 5 bajillion inconsequential tasks I worried over before surgery - Big Shooter focused on what tattoo design would be fitting for his Battle Scar. The tattoo was one of 4 Highly Important issues he focused on BS (before surgery). That is a complete post in and of itself I plan on doing later today.
Anyway, back to Shark Attack. He is leaning toward having it look like a Great White had a piece of him for lunch. However!! He asked me to have a contest on here to see if anyone can come up with something creative he might like instead. We have not decided on the prize as of yet, but we're working on it! In the mean time, if you can come up with a creative tat for him to consider please leave your idea in a comment.
We will have the prize discussion again tomorrow and see what we can come up with. In the mean time - please let the creative ideas flow from your keyboard!
Love Note to my Big Shooter: You amaze me Love. You have endured so much in the last few months and your Happy Face is always intact with each new day.

April 22, 2008

Trunk Monkey

Since I am getting ready for next Wednesday's Big Surgery my blogging time has been immensely cut into. Sheesh! The things Big Shooter does to drag my attention away from Blog Land! I mean "It's cancer Dude. Get over it already." Of course all who know me heard me say that in a very sarcastic yet painful voice. Those of you who don't know me yet...it's okay, you can let some of the breath you just sucked out the room back out. I'm just kiddin' around. It's how we cope. It's healthy therapy called Very Inappropriate Humor.
Any way, my time's been rudely encroached upon so I have to come up with quick posts so I can at least sleep a few hours a night. The easiest posts? Stinkin' Hilarious Videos! In fact I think I need to dedicate one day a week to Stinkin' Hilarious Videos or Just Veg Out Videos. I need to see if my Girl Friday over at Splat Designs can make me a button for that. Speaking of her, if you haven't been over to her site to sign-up to win 3 Free Headers click on the Splat Design button below to go check her out before you watch this video. Because ya'll, once you watch this Stinkin' Hilarious video you will forget about headers, buttons and freebies. You'll be sending this link to everyone you know. Trust me. The Crumbs and I already did that after we snorted, spit milk, chortled and belly laughed!
Hurry over there! There's only 3 more days!
Sorry, Youtube is messing with me tonight. I have to post the video seperately below.
Love Note to my Big Shooter: Good days. Bad days. I hate the bad days. cancersucks.com