I find it best to assume that it's a wildly inappropriate sport based on a joke about old and painful galactic battle history.
We just came in from shooting a little archery for the first time since the winds calmed down. The SO shot from a lawn chair, so he's feeling quite chipper now. Last night he sat on the drum throne for telescope viewing. So he's not been too terribly limited by his bum leg, although I know he's unhappy about it, he really hasn't complained.
I need to replace my arrow rest. It was a crappy one that came with the bow to begin with and I never liked it. But it has bad bristle wear, so now when I set the arrow on it, it cants to the right, which, needless to say, is affecting my accuracy. I need to get it in the shop and pull the kisser button and replace the rest before the summer. I also want to up the draw weight a little.
I have watched cricket matches live, on two continents, and still am not entirely clear about how it works. (This goes both ways; we had several Indians over to watch the World Series once, and they were so confused.)
pull the kisser button
Just wanted to see out of context....
I don't need the kisser anymore!
What's the poundage of the draw, Liese?
(I understood all her archery terms! I feel smart!)
Right now it's 35 pounds, but I need to get up to 45 if I want to be hunt legal.
Does anyone else think the operations of Facebook are purely random?
A very long but cogent explanation of cricket for americans: [link]
We watched a cricket match in a pub in Ireland. . Which made DH read two books on how it is played and asked a bunch of people around here ( English , Indian , Pakistani) .Not sure he understands it . My friend C ( English ) says it is a lovely place to read a book.
Oo ita, I like that drawing very much.
So we just came home from a bday party. Drama! Earlier in the party Franny accidentally got sand in her friend's eye. Friend was very upset, Franny was not as repentant as she could have been, but things appeared to smooth over. Only not so much. Friend got two other girls to go with her and bury Franny's shoes in the sand. When Franny couldn't find her shoes at the end of the party, the friend came over to her and something like "not so smart now, huh?" Girls! So I went and looked, realized Franny was right, her shoes had been buried, so I went to the other girls and told them to find the shoes. Franny was in tears at that point, which alerted the other parents. Once they realized what was up there was three of us all standing there looking sternly while the girls fumbled in the sand and gave us some story about how they fell in the sand. Grrr.
On the one hand, just little girls being mean in the way little girls can be mean, and the one girl I'm sure felt she was just getting Franny back, and on the other hand, I'm not going to miss this crew when Franny switched schools next year.
