I’m turning into a golf pro.  Believe me, only a professional could make this awesome shot that I made.  Dave and I went out 2 weeks ago and even though he didn’t see it (apparently my awesomeness shines through when no one is looking) he was still impressed. 

I would tell you how far of a chip this was but I’m terrible with distances.  Right on the edge of a bunker though and the pin was a long way off.  My chipping ability usually consists of me pounding the groun with my wedge a few times continuing to swing hard and harder as if that would help.  So when I finally make contact my ball sails over my goal.  Note Dave’s position in the above picture, that’s dangerous territory when I have a wedge in my hand.  So when I saw this….

I knew I was destined for greatness.  My little pink golf ball sailed beautifully over to the pin, made contact and went straight into the hole.  I was immediately swarmed by the media, offered automatic spots in the LPGA tournaments for the year and give multiple endorsement opportunities.  Alas I had to turn them down when they asked me to make the same shot one more time, I wouldn’t dare work or play for someone who didn’t trust my talent.

Beginners luck or an amazing natural ability?

I’m in another hotel room today (my 3rd in 3 days) and realized that I haven’t posted anything in a while.  I’ve had a pretty rough week already (yes I know it’s only Monday) so I decided that I needed to look at something that makes me smile.  A couple of weeks ago I finally got our wedding pictures on a CD.  We’ve had the negatives but nothing digital until recently.  Dave and I looked through them together and enjoyed remembering our day.

We had a beautiful cake made by Maribelle’s Cakery in Cincinnati.

Dave warned me within approximately 30 minutes of proposing that the following scene would play out. 

His grandmother did not approve of this silliness

But we didn’t mind. 

My sister knew it was coming and gave him rules about where he could smash the cake to avoid needing a full redo of my makeup.  Me? Ha I didn’t have any rules, if I was getting cake in my face you better believe he was getting it worse…I think it was even in his ear! After the months and months of planning and the magical evening this little action of breaking the rules and going for the “smash” (not that I had a choice, he was going for the kill no matter what) was surprisingly fun. 

It still makes me smile anyway and after the unbearably long yet short week it’s been I’m thinking that having another cake smashing could be very fun right now

Some people  fight and scream and complain about their in-laws either to their face or behind their backs.  I on the other hand have to say that I’m very blessed to have the sweetest anyone could ask for.  (Except for my hubby, his are awfully good too if I do say so myself)    In fact I recently heard them called “In-Loves” meaning that they might be related by law but they are really truly family by love.  Maybe cheesy but I thought it was nice and applicable to our families.

 Anyway, my “Mother In-Love”  is a very dear and thoughtful person.  She is a florist and has an eye for beautiful things.  I love it when she comes over because she walks in and just fixes things and makes them prettier.  At Christmas she makes my house look like a professional decorator has come by.  She is extremely thoughtful too. 

This weekend I’m having our neighborhood’s first (kinda) supper club at our house.  Brenda and I had bounced ideas off of each other about my fear of white sauces like I’m making for my Alfredo and she knows I’m a little nervous about making a triple batch of what came out perfectly the one and only time I’ve made it.  So, today she sent a little encouragement my way in her best and favorite language. 

 Aren’t they beautiful?

I love how whimsically and spring like the flowers are arranged.  It makes me think of a field of wild flowers.  Haven’t you always wanted to run and dance through a field of wild flowers?  Oh how I envy Laura Ingle.

I don’t know what kind of flowers they are but the smell delicious.  Here are a few attempted close ups. 

I’m sure Brenda will know what they are from a mile away.  Did I guess right on the phone or was I speaking gibberish?  She and her wonderful sister Marsha know every kind of tree and bush and flower and their scientific names…Me? Ha! If I‘m around a plant I’m supposed to care for it’s called a “dead plant.”  I have the blackest of black thumbs ever.  So fresh cut flowers are perfect.  I can enjoy them and not feel terribly guilty when it’s time to say good-bye.

I don’t know if this was a special request, but any rose with a pink, orange or red color with a light yellow/orange below it is my favorite.  They make me happy.

Thankyou Brenda for the beautiful flowers.  They make my house a happier place.

Love,

You know you move to much when…you drive out of your neighborhood, take a right, turn left, keep driving, look around and realize that the place you were very focused on going is in a different state (this happened today).

You know you travel too much when…you pull up to the gas pump in a car you’ve owned for almost 4 years get out and realize that the tank is on the other side.

You know you move too much when…someone asks where you’re from and it takes you two tries to get it right.

You know you travel too much when….the TSA agent at the security check in knows you by name, oh and so do the gate agents and the flight attendants.

You know you move too much when…you go to unpack that last box and your husband says “please don’t, I like it here.”

You know you travel too much when…none of the black suitcases on the conveyor belt look the same and you don’t understand how people feel the need to check every one.  They really all are different, can’t you tell?

You know you move too much when…you precede all commitments with “if we’re still here.”

You know you travel too much when…you wish the in flight magazines were updated weekly instead of monthly

You know you travel too much when….the lady at the airport smoothie store starts making your favorite when you walk up.

You know you travel too much when….you walk to your hotel room and the key doesn’t work, you complain at the front desk and they give you your correct room number.

You know you travel too much when….you walk into the hotel parking lot and pray the horn works on your remote key only to find yours is the car closest to you.

You know you travel too much when…you’ve been married for 3 years but refuse to change your name on your passport because you can’t get the timing right between getting a new one and making sure the FF miles go to the right name….trust me it’s complicated.

You know you travel too much when…you sit at a different gate than the one on the screen because it’s Tuesday and you know they’ll change to where you are right before boarding.

You know you travel too much when…you find it difficult to get up in the morning at home without the phone ringing (wake up call).

You know you travel too much when…you keep your suitcase out for laundry and transfers of clothes.

You know you travel too much when…you go to hand someone your credit card and it’s one of your many old hotel room keys.

You know you travel too much when…your mom answers your call with “where are you now?”

You know you travel too much when….you can’t find a pair of shoes so the first place you look is in your suitcase.

You know you travel too much….when you call cities by their 3 letter airport code.

And finally…

You know you travel too much when…the person next to you on the plane asks where you’re heading and you have to check your connecting ticket.

When I’m actually in town I have the wonderful privilege of working from home.  I’m amazed at how much I get done in my little home office upstairs.  I was honestly a little worried at how I would do, you know would I stay in my PJs all day, sleep in, clean house?  Or would I actually get work done.  So I “go to work” in the morning, dressed, and head upstairs to work.  This all happens by 7ish AM in my attempt to stick with my fellow workers who are on EST.  I’m not as successful at the 7AM thing when I have to actually go to the plant.  But the joy of working from home is that I can keep my furbabies with me. 

They work very hard too as you can see. 

Their favorite thing to do is sleep in the sunshine and look out the window to spy on the neighbors.  But mostly lay in the sun.

Buckeye army crawls along every 15 minutes or so to make sure he stays in the warm sun.

But then they catch me taking pictures of them instead of working

And if you see what Tank does to his brother for even looking at his toy I’d better not cross him and start working again.  Thankfully Buckeye’s cheeks are saggier than mine but I’m guessing he could still get a grip.

OK OK….back to work.