I love golf, the only sport I love. A ball that corrects my slice, great though the USGA does not agree. Rugge said "So we're not going to dumb it down." ""For the last 15 years, advances in conforming club and ball technologies have made it easier to play," Yes younger players hit the ball longer than the golden bear, arnold, gary, tom, curtis and others over 50. So do those over 50 hit it further than the did with the old wood drivers. so how does a ball effect anyone but a duffer like me. USGA has rules so it does'nt. end of story.
Rugge is in charge of something for the USGA.
Thoughts
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Add ons
I added a few pictures of some of the things I really enjoy. You will have to guess what they are.
Hint: What I love to do when the weather is dry and above 40 degrees F.
I found these on a site linked with Facebook, there are so many but I am sure you have figured it out by now.
Hint: What I love to do when the weather is dry and above 40 degrees F.
I found these on a site linked with Facebook, there are so many but I am sure you have figured it out by now.
Months and Months have gone by
Yes, it has been at least 4 months since anyone connected here have posted anything. I started a few weeks ago to write a soldiers night before Christmas, but have up. Now with little or nothing to do here at work, I thought I would check out the blogs I follow to see if there was anything new. There's not.
So with Facebook, Tweeter, MySpace etc., probably no one I know will see this. For privacy this is the best place to post things. But, I have nothing to say or post so I will just close for now.
So with Facebook, Tweeter, MySpace etc., probably no one I know will see this. For privacy this is the best place to post things. But, I have nothing to say or post so I will just close for now.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Helloooooo
I haven't posted since Nov 3. Just thought I would put something here so any followers would know this is still a great way to communicate things.
Look for a rendition of the night before Christmas poem. The theme has been used before but i thought I would give it a try.
Look for a rendition of the night before Christmas poem. The theme has been used before but i thought I would give it a try.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Twas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;The stockings were hung by the chimney with careIn hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, With the sleigh full of Toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight, “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
election day 2011
Wow, I am very happy that the election turned out like it did. Republicans in charge of the US House of Representatives, gains in the US Senate (even if gains would have been limited to 1, Harry Reid), 19 state legislatures going over to republicans, and I don't know how many governorships changed to republicans.
The heart is doing very good. I see the cardiologist next week. One year of Plavix and then we will see.
The heart is doing very good. I see the cardiologist next week. One year of Plavix and then we will see.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Wow, another month gone
Here it is, 30 April 2010. I missed the Indy 500 on TV today. It's not that the 500 is my favorite sporting event, but since I went to the Indy 500 in May 2007 I have not missed watching the race the last 3 years. Open wheel racing is the best.
This month has been memorable. First the house, Donna and I never thought we would own again. Our thought was Hunter's Woods would be our last move. It is so nice to be in our own place. Still more work than I care to think about, but it is our home and over time it will look and feel like our home (the garage drives me nuts).
Second was the news about the job hunt. Same government agency, same department, just about the same everything, just a different supervisor who reports to my previous boss. Start date is 21 June and maybe even a 3 day weekend in the first pay period.
The third thing and most difficult in nearly 21 years was my Mom's passing away. I had only one wish for her since she moved here 13 months ago, that wish came true on May 18th. She is no longer trapped in that body that had served her well for over 85 years. Mom would have been 89 years old on May 28th, 2010.
The fourth, we bought a 13 foot travel trailer. Sleeps 2, has a stove, a furnace, all lights work and the refrigerator cools but does not keep things cold (but that is what ice chests, ice and dry ice are for). We pick it up Tuesday. Oh it is a 1977, we are so excited.
This month has been memorable. First the house, Donna and I never thought we would own again. Our thought was Hunter's Woods would be our last move. It is so nice to be in our own place. Still more work than I care to think about, but it is our home and over time it will look and feel like our home (the garage drives me nuts).
Second was the news about the job hunt. Same government agency, same department, just about the same everything, just a different supervisor who reports to my previous boss. Start date is 21 June and maybe even a 3 day weekend in the first pay period.
The third thing and most difficult in nearly 21 years was my Mom's passing away. I had only one wish for her since she moved here 13 months ago, that wish came true on May 18th. She is no longer trapped in that body that had served her well for over 85 years. Mom would have been 89 years old on May 28th, 2010.
The fourth, we bought a 13 foot travel trailer. Sleeps 2, has a stove, a furnace, all lights work and the refrigerator cools but does not keep things cold (but that is what ice chests, ice and dry ice are for). We pick it up Tuesday. Oh it is a 1977, we are so excited.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Mom's passing & Paul's visit.
I really don't use this blog enough. We buried my Mom yesterday, May 22 she passed away on May 18th, 2010. I wasn't really sad nor did I cry much until this morning when I said goodbye to Paul at the SLC airport. Goodbyes or see ya soon or take care is just so hard these days. It is quiet right now, first in many days. Peaceful even. I have cried more this morning than I have since the 18th, guess with everyone leaving and going back to Virginia, St George, Des Moines and other places this just makes me sad. For some reason many of my siblings chose to live and work elsewhere. I too traveled the country with family and work, and though I bitch a great deal about the weather here in the SL Valley I guess this is home. Though I think after I start drawing Social Security in 3 years Mom and I may travel more. It is so hard to put all of the feelings I have into words. Maybe I will write more later but as for now it has been a hell of a week.
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