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My Golf Mavin
It’s hot and humid in the nation’s Capital and golf is in full force all over the area. Golf balls are sailing through the air at area country clubs, golf courses…
and our front yard.
This started as soon as the weather began to get warm a few months ago. My husband got out a couple of his golf clubs and dusted them off. He also got out our son’s plastic golf club set and they started a habit of putting and hitting golf balls around the front yard.
It’s become a casual pre- or post- dinner routine to unwind before our son goes to bed.
So, it started out innocently enough… a little father/son time, some rest and relaxation.
But, lots of people walk up and down our street. There are no cross-streets except for walking paths that connect our street to other side streets, so everyone who wants to take a walk with their spouse, or kids or dogs… walks on our street. It makes for a nice place to live; people wave to each other… and have noticed my husband and son playing golf in the front yard.
So now, without even realizing it was happening, my husband is perceived to be a golf maven… a guru, if you will.
Neighbors see ‘my guys’ doing chip shots and putts in the front yard a few times a week. They also see my son putting with his dad, like Tiger Woods and his father, Earl did many years ago.
My husband is now ‘the golf guy’ of the street. People slow down now and say things like, “your game is looking good!”
My son even scampered in the other day and announced,
“Mom, Dad’s chipping the ball great!”
My husband was right behind him and chimed in with, “Yeah, this front yard stuff is really improving my game.”
We got to laughing about it the other evening. Because the truth is, my guy seldomly, actually gets to the golf course. And yet, I told him, “I think people just assume that you are out there on the course every weekend, shooting in the 70s.”
His reply: “That’s because I’m the Phil Mickelson of front-yard golf.”
Yep, kinda like Putt-Putt golf.
Yep, he’s my ‘Golf Maven’.
* This originally appeared in DC Metro Moms… and for the record, we’re really into bikes right now.
Words To Live By,
“Don’t grow up too quickly,
lest you forget how much
you love the beach.”
Words To Live By,
“Whether you think you can,
or you think you can’t-
You’re right.”
Believe in Yourself !
Quotable Friday
“The people who get on in this world
are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want,
and,
if they can’t find them,
make them.”
— George Bernard Shaw
Cartoons Don’t Make Sense
It’s almost summer and most of the time my little guy and I are outside, at the pool, or at the park. But running around outside all day is fairly exhausting to me, so we usually need some down time in the late afternoon.
The other day we turned on WordWorld, a wonderful show that teaches children how to read, plus it’s pretty clever and cute.
So we’re watching it, leaning back on our couch and it occurred to me that the dog on WordWorld is the only animal that can’t talk; the duck can talk, the bear, even the frog and the ant can talk. An insect can talk but not the poor dog?
And then I thought, ‘Dogs can never talk on cartoons, they are everybody’s, even other animals’ pets… Why is that?’
Oswald the Octopus has a pet dog that can’t talk… His friend Daisy can talk and she’s a PLANT! And I’m not even acknowledging the fact that Oswald lives on land and not in the sea.
Pluto is another dog that can’t talk… and his owner is a mouse, granted, a very famous mouse, but still, just a mouse. Poor Pluto, he is also the only cartoon dog to be subjected to being in the same cartoon with the only dog in cartoon land that can talk and wears clothes– GOOFY! How must Pluto feel? Why isn’t Goofy a pet?
The inconsistencies in cartoons are maddening; Maybe not maddening, but definitely annoying.
Seriously, Dora and Diego’s parents let them run all over the place on adventures with monkeys and baby jaguars.
And speaking of parents, where are Max and Ruby’s parents? No wonder Ruby gets so annoyed with Max, she’s basically raising him by herself… and I think she’s supposed to be about 8!
And while we are on the subject, Madam Butterfly (on Oswald the Octopus) is the only main character on that show that has a job, AND SHE IS A SINGLE MOTHER. She’s always in a good mood too. She has a kind word for anybody and everybody…
Maybe cartoons are more accurate than I first thought.
Or maybe I need a hobby…
Being Cool
It’s 2011. We aren’t children anymore. We are turning another year older in 2011. I will be in less than a week. Are we cool…? Does it matter…? What does it mean to be cool?…
My resolution is to be cool. I’m not giving anything up this year. I am being cool this year. Easier said than done? Maybe not…
I read an article awhile back that discussed coolness. George Clooney was mentioned. He definitely seems cool. But why? The sly grin… the clothes… the trappings of stardom? I don’t think so. George Clooney seems to be ‘cool’ because he’s comfortable.
He’s comfortable with himself, he’s comfortable with his life. Yes, one could say, ‘How could George Clooney not be comfortable?’ But money and especially fame, do not make you cool. What is cool, then?
Going back to that article – it was interesting… and long. Out of that whole article, 5 sentences stood out to me as a mother.
“Coolness is relaxation.” That may seem hard at first. But being relaxed doesn’t mean you aren’t busy. Being relaxed is merely taking things in stride. And moms are the best at this.
“Coolness is courage.” Coolness is taking a deep breathe and your son’s hand on the first day of school and telling him how much fun he’s going to have. Coolness is smiling at everyone on your way out, even though you already miss him a little.
“Coolness is knowing what’s going on.” Or coolness is at least knowing how to change a diaper, get little people dressed and fed, while trying to figure out what is going on.
“Coolness acknowledges the limits of life while affirming that life is worth living.” No one can be a parent and not be reminded everyday that life is worth living. And no one can be a parent and not be reminded everyday, especially during flu season and potty training that there are limits to life.
“Coolness is the freedom to be yourself.” How cool is it that we are older now… There is no cookie cutter for the perfect mom (trust me, I’ve looked). We are tall and short and blond and brunette. We laugh and cry and sometimes hit our heads against the wall (when no one is looking).
Coolness isn’t clothes. It doesn’t matter how much a pair of jeans cost, they’re really just jeans.
Coolness isn’t a purse or a particular diaper bag.
Coolness is being a mom, and trying your best and being your best for your kids and yourself.
Coolness is understanding that you aren’t perfect and your kids aren’t perfect…
and when you’re tired at the end of the day and thinking, ‘What else do I have to do, what am I forgetting?’ you pick up your child and give them a hug.
That’s cool.
Moms are cool.
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