Wounded Warrior Project - Home

This is something that the DOD seems to be doing fairly well. It serves our wounded active duty men and women until they heal to the point that they are fit-for-duty or are "transitioned" to the VA system. Take some time to read about the project. I'll be blogging about it again. Keep in mind that the soldiers are physically and/or psychologically harmed during active duty service.

Wounded Warrior Project - Home


Our Mission

The mission of the Wounded Warrior Project is to honor and empower wounded warriors.


PURPOSE

* To raise awareness and enlist the public’s aid for the needs of severely injured service men and women,
* To help severely injured service members aid and assist each other, and
* To provide unique, direct programs and services to meet the needs of severely injured service members.


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She's County

I took this on Facebook. Below is my response!

Melissa took the How COUNTRY are ya? quiz and the result is 75% Country

Your pretty much all country but your town was a little "bigger." You had plenty of stop lights but there was no real cool place to hang out at. The Friday night hang outs were outside a local business, Wal-Mart or just in a church parking lot of your choosing. The biggest clubs in your high school were 4H and the cosmetology program from which you knew every graduate. Your accent isn't THAT bad but enough to get attention from any "city folk." You might not always wear cowboy clothes but you definitely have owned a pair, a huge belt buckle and have worn shorts with boots before and your parents have a picture to prove it.

Ha, I wore boots with shorts this past week at 4-H camp in fact! I once had a shiny Crumrine belt buckle that I wore with my TIGHT wrangler no-pocket jeans and Justin boots, but after I had Madison they didn't fit my hips anymore. I am more county now than I used to be, but I have always been country at heart! I'm thankful to get to live it vicariously through my daughter's life now. She'd be more country than me as evidenced by the fact that she didn't think that our used Toyota truck that we bought to be a "beater" to haul her show goats was "hick" enough. My friends think that missing hubcap on the front does the trick!

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Henry - Therapy changed my life

My name is Henry. When I was a small child, I was taken from my mother. Soon after they cut off my horns and castrated me. I was sold to a person and taken to work on a farm. I was surprised to be put into a barn with many other "kids". I didn't know anyone there, and they were bigger than me. A few of them who were born there, pushed me around. It all stressed me out. I didn't feel like eating, and I just wanted to sleep all day. At night, I was unable to sleep because of the weird noises. The person who was my owner would catch me and drag me around by a harness. Although she was nice, she would pull me against my will and make me work. I was scared.

Soon, I was tired and sick to my stomach. I felt bad - hopeless! My head and tail hung low - my sides sunk in. I was admitted to the hospital for a few days. They gave me medicine and fluids. My person came to visit me each day. I decided that I liked her. I slowly gained my appetite.

When we got back to the farm, I was greeted by the other "kids". They seemed nicer. Indy told me that he was glad I was back, and we became friends. I realized this was home, and I was hungry. I got special food to eat, and medicine to calm my stomach. Soon, my therapist began to visit me regularly. She brought me fresh alfalfa hay to eat. I found myself telling her about my fears. When show season began, she talked me through my feelings of inadequacy when I did not place very well. She pointed out that my person loved me anyway. I had a hard time keeping focused, and I squirmed a lot. We decided that I might have attention deficits. She began to work with me each night. We used some behavior modification techniques to help me to focus. I loved the positive reinforcements - food, attention, affection, encouragement. She began to call me Grand Champion, and I could see myself as a winner.

It will not matter what happens at State Fair. I will perform the best I can. Therapy has changed my life! I am a Grand Champion!

County Fair Time

It's that time of year! COUNTY FAIR TIME! This past week we attended our county fair! Madison had several entries that are headed to the KY State Fair including a great Bug Collection, a Annual Flower Assortment, a Wood Stool, a Bulletin Board, and a Tomato Plant that her and her PaPa found from last year's garden (see previous blog). He told her that some bird probably ate some tomato, pooped out a seed, and it started a new plant. Doesn't that sound like a grandpa thing to say? Whatever happened, it worked to create a nice tomato plant. I had heard her tell that story, but didn't realize it was the prize winning plant until she was telling the story to our Aunt Marcia who laughed loudly.

Madison showed her goat at two shows. She got second place in showmanship at both with Henry! He is such an adolescent. He was better this week about walking in and standing still, but he looks around like he's got ADHD - might as well. He's got anxiety and a nervous stomach. Why not ADHD? I guess I could use him as my new business mascot, huh?

Speaking of fairs. I took this picture of Madison and Bailey in 2006. Isn't it the best fair photo ever? I need to enter it into some kind of contest! Why didn't I think to enter it into the county fair? So much to do, and so little time! Just remember you saw it here first!

Blogging again?

It is difficult for me to do things half-way. Blogging is no exception. I have a difficult time finding the time to do it justice. But, I was surprised when people started asking me when I would blog again. Since I have asked many of my clients to begin blogging, I thought I would write a word of encouragement. Blogging can be like writing in a journal. It doesn't have be politically correct or grammatically accurate. It is a representation of you. I remember the first blog I wrote - not knowing where to start.

Just Type!