I have found for me that summer means short, fairly pointless (but sometimes not!) posts when I can squeeze them in. Summer is FAR too short in Minnesota to not be enjoyed. Today that enjoyment meant 5 1/2 hours on the golf course in the blazing hot sun (above 90 degrees! In Minnesota! I know!) with co-workers. Apparently SPF 30 is not good enough for my post-pregnancy skin, because even after 3 applications, I am bright pink. Bright, painful pink, that is. But we took second place in the tournament (to our surprise, too). Every time I go out golfing, which isn’t often these years (I hadn’t been in 3 years before today), I am reminded how much I love it.
Back in high school, my “summer job” was golfing. Daddy had some sort of dream of me being on the LPGA Tour. Not likely, dear father. I think my best round ever was one over par. That just doesn’t cut it. But it was sweet of him to make me clubs all those years (I had my first set at age 3!).
Speaking of the LPGA tour, they’re playing the U.S. Open in Minnesota this week! Fun times; lots of extra traffic.
Anyway, my point was, I used to golf about 18-36 holes a day and LOVED it. My friend Jason and I would go out in the early morning and breeze through 18 holes in 2 hours since no one else was on the course yet. Then we’d sit in the clubhouse for awhile and go out and play another 9 or 18. Sometimes his little brother would come along. Or some days he’d be busy or have gotten up too early for me, and I’d go with my other friends. Jana had a cart that we used sometimes; that was always nice.
So today brought back good memories.
In other news of things I have forgotten that I like, here are some links. 🙂
I could watch Mr. Nice all day. Isn’t that sad?