golf

I was "moving in" to my golf cart, I had a lucky find, a pack of sanitizing wipes that I forgot that I had.

Are you seriously blogging about golf balls? Yes. My life is that boring. And I needed a break from all things Corona.

I took some heat for just ASKING about getting a Christmas tree delivered. And more heat from changing my profile picture to one of me on a ladder at the Barn Raising.

We got our first snow and it was in September. I'm guessing the folks who blow out sprinklers couldn't answer the phone fast enough.

On our weekly "Daddy/Daughter Night" this week, I began to pass along some of the vast knowledge that I have about pinball.

My game starts with a 32G iPod complete with customized playlists for different moods.

Some of this week's more interesting topics covered on our program included Chinese Cialis, how my beer never lives to its expiration date, the temperature in hell, and whether or not I should start drinking at least a little milk.

This past week I saw fire engines coming with lights and sirens on. And both times, less than half of the cars pulled over and let them pass. Frustrating.

Wrapping up another fun week doing what some people call a "pretty good job."

After the first round at the Tangle, my team is tied for 56th, and not in last place as I originally thought.

"Who Wouldn't Want To Be Me', "I've Got It Made" and "It's A Great Day To Be Alive" could all be MY song.

My five wood is named "Wild Thing" after the Troggs song. If you're lucky, I will even sing a couple of lines before I swing.