Golf

Day 11 - a picture of something I hate

Yep, it's official, in case you were wondering, I hate golfing. 

On vacation in Montana two years ago my Prince Charming and I decided that we would take up golf.  It all sounded so magical and romantic.  Finally a sport that we could do together, anywhere in the world. 

We talked my parents into watching the kids for us (it wasn't too hard.  They love to spend time with their grand kids from out of state) and we headed into Missoula, to the U of M driving range.  We purchased some tees, paid for a bucket of balls, borrowed a couple drivers and headed out to the driving range.  I was feeling gorgeous and romantic standing beside my Prince putting our tees in the ground.

Other than the miniature and video game versions I have never golfed.  The first couple of swings were not just bad, the ball never left the tee.  My prince cheered me on and proceeded to smack a couple balls down the fairway.  I tried again to hit the ball.  Nothing.  Again.  Nothing.  Again.  And still nothing.

I was not going to give up.  I may not have mastered any sports in my life but I can at least participate in any sport I have ever attempted.  Growing up with a dad who was athletically minded I have had many opportunities to try many different sports.  Golf was not going to be the first sport I completely failed at.

My husband saw that after trying for 15 minutes and still not hitting anything I was getting frustrated.  He offered me some advice as well as some encouragement and a hug. 

Reminding myself to breath, relax, and pay no attention to the young college guys driving ball after ball I started again.  My prince was already in his own little world again.  Swing and miss, swing and miss, swing and miss...etc.  This went on for another 30 minutes.  My prince was nearing the bottom of the bucket and I had still not connected my driver with a single ball.  I was in tears and so angry that I sat down on a bench and forced the tears not to fall in front of everyone there.  My prince looked up and noticed my heartbroken state and decided that driving any more balls was not a good idea. 

He gave me another hug, turned in our drivers and what was left of our bucket of balls and drove me to the HuHot Mongolian Grill for some stir fry and sake. 

My mother told me to never say never, so I do not anticipate ever trying golf again.

Way Behind

I haven't forgotten, I promise.  I have been living life instead of just writing about it.  So, to get things back on track for the 31 day photo challenge.  Here is day 10- a picture of someone you do the most messed up things with.  Finding a picture of this person proved to be harder than I imagined.  You would think with all the technology at my fingertips it would be a lot easier.  But it turns out that neither of my scanners is currently compatible with any of my computers.  So I was forced to locate a digital image of her.

 This is my best buddy, Manda.  We met as young girls at summer camp when we were 10.  I'm not telling you exactly how long it's been but I will say that I have known her for more than 20 years.  She has seen me at my best and at my worst.  She has counseled me through many a broken heart.  She knows things about me that I have forgotten. And she knows the me that is silly and has no responsibility. 

Manda is beautiful, loyal, sweet, thoughtful, hard working, busy, playful and fun.  She lives in what feels like another world.  I miss her dreadfully, but I love that we can always pick up right where we left off. 

You may have heard the saying, "make new friends but keep the old; one is silver, the other gold."  That's my Manda, she's pure gold.

Through it all

Day 09 – A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.

This would have to be my best friend.  The one person who has been there through it all:  death, birth, new friends, old friends, loosing friends, depression, bi-polar disorder, crazy family, no money, car accidents, revelations, children, surgeries.  I wonder if he knew what he was getting into when he said, "I do."  He has seen me at my best and my worst and he's still here. God bless my best friend and lover, E.