Summer television seriously sucks, in my humble opinion, so I don’t watch much. But the other night I came across the ESPY Awards on ABC, an awards show for sports performance. In fact, ESPY stands for Excellence in Sports Performance Yearly. Peyton Manning hosted and I find him a generally likeable guy, a retired quarterback and one of the elite Manning family, well known in American football. Dad Archie was a quarterback for the New Orleans Saints and brother Eli quarterbacks for the New York Giants. In fact, one of my favorite lines was about sibling rivalry, when Peyton said Eli couldn’t be there — because he’d told the folks at the door not to let him in 🙂
There was a lot of forced silliness and some real humor, too, but it was the touching moments that got me. A wonderful posthumous tribute to Eunice Kennedy Shriver and her tireless work to establish Special Olympics and help the world see what people with disabilities are capable of achieving. Former First Lady Michelle Obama was chosen to present the award accepted by Tim Shriver, who pointed out that much work is still necessary in achieving acceptance for all. A Kennedy/Democratic dig at the state of the U.S., I’m sure, but especially true for people with mental and physical disabilities.
And the Pat Tillman award, presented to U.S. Air Force Master Sergeant Israel Del Toro, was incredible. If you don’t know or remember, Pat Tillman was an NFL player with the AZ Cardinals before giving up his professional football career to enlist in the Army after 9/11. He was an Army Ranger killed in Afghanistan by what turned out to be friendly fire. A horrific situation all around. A few years ago, the ESPY’s began honoring a military recipient with the Tillman Award. This year, it was Del Toro, who was burned horribly over 80 percent of his body after an IED explosion. He was given a 15 percent chance of survival and 100 percent disability from the Air Force. And what did he do? He became the first person to be allowed to re-enlist with that 100 percent disability and became a recruiter for the military and talk about his experiences. His acceptance speech was touching and the most memorable moment for me was when he said his biggest worry was that his young son would be afraid of him because of how he now looks.
So, yes, I think there are sometimes things worth watching on TV and this show really made a huge impression on me. Maybe other people were watching all the famous athletes, but I was thinking when I feel sorry for myself because I’ve had breast cancer and my hair and my figure are not what I’d like, you have my permission to gently slap me (just to get my attention!) and tell me to get on with life as so many wonderfully motivating people have!
Do you know this game for your mobile devices? It’s a free app to play and your points can be turned into real rewards through M Life and MGM. MGM owns several of the casinos and restaurants in Las Vegas as well as, apparently, interests in lots of other things worldwide. I figured that playing this game would be more worthwhile than, say, Candy Crush, which is fun, but doesn’t really earn you anything but bragging rights.
Well, I’ll tell you right now, it’s fun, but it’s also addictive. You can download free coins every four hours and the more you do, the more they give you. There are different levels you earn, which give you higher percentages of free coins and loyalty rewards, too. It’s downright evil genius.
I’ve got my family playing now, on the chance that we may meet up in Vegas next year sometime for a long weekend. The awards really do translate into free or discounted hotel stays, shows, and meals. I’m sure many people spend money buying more points to get more awards, but if you don’t do that, the only thing you’re spending is your valuable time — ulp! And therein lies the problem.
If you have an addictive personality, and I’m not saying I do, but maybe — it’s hard to quit before your eyes are crossing from the strain or you run out of chips. I refuse to buy chips, which is the only thing saving me. But I’ve been neglecting reading and writing stories on my blog and even reading the books I have.
And here’s the thing. I have an iPhone, which the game will play on. I did have it on my Kindle HD tablet, but the game updated somewhere around the beginning of July and it will not update on Kindle. If anyone has one and plays this game and knows the secret, please let me know! There is also a my Vegas Blackjack and the loyalty awards cross over between the two games. That now refuses to open on my Kindle also. Any ideas other than buying an iPad?? Just wondered if you knew…
A very honest and wonderful story by a new friend, Rae, about her experiences with breast cancer. I hope you’ll stop by her blog!
I have thought long and hard about this. Should I? Shouldn’t I? But I am now 2 years clear of cancer and I feel it would be a good way to celebrate that.
So here goes…
When I was first diagnosed with an aggressive form of breast cancer 2 years ago (aged 47) I thought my number was up. I had lost my Mum (lung cancer), my Sister (oesophageal cancer), two Aunts (breast cancer), an Uncle (lung cancer) and my grandmother (breast cancer) throughout my life. So for me cancer has never had a “happy ending”. In fact on my medical notes it states “negative experience of cancer”. I honestly believed there was no other experience of cancer.
Whilst I am overjoyed that I am 2 years clear, I have run through the whole gamut of human emotion. Guilt because I “survived”, elation because it didn’t “get me”, fear because…
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JP is my now 4 and 1/2 year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us while their new house was being built. One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him. It makes me hopeful for the next generation. He is so wise and so much fun! You can find all my Me & JP stories here.
My son had come to pick JP up Thursday afternoon and for some reason we got to talking about our first dog, Rusty. He was a Great Dane/Black Lab mix with various other breeds in there, too, probably. We had him from a few months old until he died of complications from bone cancer when he was about 12 and 1/2. He was the biggest baby, sweet and gentle, and weighed about 90 pounds.
Me: When Uncle Dave was little, he would sit by the front door to wait for the school bus to pick him up. And Rusty would wait with him.
JP: Why, Nana?
Me: Well, we could look out the window by the door for when the bus got there. Rusty would get so excited and wag his tail like crazy when the bus came. Uncle Dave had to be careful and not let Rusty get too close. One time Rusty knocked the glasses right off his face with his tail.
JP: Rusty had glasses???