Iron Mike

Such pretty things have been blooming....and I have been taking photos! It's been a nice week:Ok, now for show and tell:
If you have never heard of The Bright Side Project you should check them out. I do, constantly. Each day they feature a brand or product they think will add a little sunshine in your life, and then they do a giveaway. The only thing they ask from you is to share a little something about yourself...and I love answering the questions!

Today's question was:What is your favorite memory of (one or both of) your grandparents?

For me it wasn't really this question that was memorable, but that it brought up my own question I didn't know I had.

My Grandpa was a railroad guy, and before that he was in the Coast Guard (even lived in a light house). At a certain point in my childhood he started calling me Iron Mike. The first time was on vacation to Canada after running back and fourth on a suspension bridge and begging my Mother to let me do a cartwheel on it. She didn't. (I was definitely in trouble when I found out that if I jumped up and down in the middle it would send ripples in either direction) As a child I found this new name, Iron Mike, strange and random....never realizing where he got it. And today it came up in my answer over at The Bright Side Project...so I searched it!

Iron Mike is the de facto name of various monuments commemorating servicemen of the United States military. The term "Iron Mike" is uniquely American slang used to refer to men who are especially tough, brave, and inspiring.

This makes me happy. I love that I just accepted the name no questions asked. Oh, and here is my answer to the question (if you were wondering).

My favorite memory of my Grandparents:
I was staying with them for a bit one summer when I was a kid at their home in OR. My Grandpa took me fishing. We kept catching “Water-dogs” for hours…not a single fish. It was then we realized we were catching the same one over and over and over …he just kept eating worm after worm.

This is about the time my Grandpa started calling me “Iron Mike” because I was always surprising him with my awesomeness…like how professionally I removed a lizard from the hook and tossed it back in the water without flinching an eye.

Yep...that's him!
(I took this photo is March, but that's another story)

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Have a lovely Holiday Weekend! Maybe I will bump into a few of you local Spokanites on the Art Walk this evening!!!