Oh Dear, Oh Deer

This is a post that may be TMI--so don't read on if you don't want to know more.....

First, the not so bad part--Cowboy found a deer in the back yard with a huge rack. So we have been on deer watch for the past three nights. Cowboy drags me outside to walk around, drive around or stand on the back porch several times a night to see if we can catch a glimpse of the big buck again. (He just walked out the door for a deer check.) Oh deer!

So while I was on my vacation, I noticed that my friend was eating Activia yogurt. She said that she was impressed that it really seemed to work. She was pooping regularly. Hmmm... I am not a regular pooper so I thought I would give it a try. I know it says that if you eat it regularly for 14 days it will improve your digestion and help you stay regular. Well call me crazy, but I think that after 2 days it's working. Big poop this morning. So much so that it didn't flush all the way. Can you imagine what Cowboy had to say? Oh dear....

Real Score

So when we play golf, we each take a "first tee box" blues shot if needed (aka. re-d0) to start off the game. Then we give each other a mulligan on the front 9 and one on the back 9. (aka. re-do's) Most of the time, I try really hard to stick to this and play my score as close as possible. However, there are times that I will not count a stroke here and there because of circumstances that happen (Cowboy talking in my back swing, the ball going in the rough and not being able to find it, etc.) You get the picture.

Yesterday, we played with Cowboy's son and his wife. It was a beautiful day and great to be out on the course. I have hurt my elbow and thought that I would struggle on the course but decided that I just needed to stay focused and play my game. I played a fantastic first 9 holes. I it the green on my tee shot on a par 3. I hit another drive 40 yards from the green on a par 4. Hit a pitch shot off the green and into the hole for a birdie and so on. I was on fire. I shot my lowest 9 holes ever....42.

The second 9 started a little rough and not a many remarkable shots but still pretty good for the day and my elbow. On number 17, I hit a monster drive but at the same time, something popped in my elbow....not good. I finished pretty good and didn't make many bad shots, I did have to take two mulligans and ended up with a 48. It was the best round of golf that I ever played. My lowest had been a 97 but I was one stroke away from being in the 80's which is awesome for me. I felt pretty good because that was a legitimate score (aside from the 2 mulligans).

Cowboy and his son shot scores in the high 80's. Now they on the other hand gave themselves a few breaks. Didn't count lost balls or balls in the water. But that's not my concern. I figure everyone plays their game how they play it and whatever they want to do is fine.

So on the way home, we were recapping the day and I was pretty excited about the day. I made a simple comment about wondering what their scores (Cowboy and the son) would have been if they had kept score the right way. Oh my gosh, was that the wrong thing to say. For the next 20 minutes I heard a tirade about score keeping and getting breaks and not counting strokes and on and on and on and on. So much so that I stopped talking and tuned Cowboy out. Really, be a man and admit that you take a few liberties.

Come to find out, Cowboy thought I was calling him a cheat and implying that I would have beat him. So not what I as saying. But hey, if the shoe fits....

Lesson learned...Let him play his game, I'll play mine and I'll kick the shit out of him but not mention it again...except for maybe here and then I'll laugh about it.

Close Call

So when I got home from Florida, Cowboy picked me up from the airport and asked, " So do you want the good news or the bad news?" 'Bad news.' "C is getting evicted from her apartment and she's moving in with us on Thursday." Oh, welcome home to me.

We have tried this twice. Both time, didn't work out so well. Is the third time supposed to be a charm? I'm so not happy about this.

Last night- Cowboy told me that C will not be moving in with us. She'll be moving in with her mom. Is it wrong of me to be happy about this?

I really won't mind if she were helping herself but she is just expecting everyone to take care of her. Who knows what the future will hold but for now, a close call was avoided.

My Trip to Florida

I miss my friend. I miss my friend alot. She is one of the few people in this world that I can be totally open and honest with and who always accepts me for me. So I was thrilled to finally being able to go see her and spend time with her.

I got to Florida on Thursday. She picked me up from the airport and we were off to pick up the girls from school. Addie and Hannah just said hi--typically 8 years old stuff. But sweet little KK came up to me and gave me the biggest hug and kiss. She was so sweet. Then it was off to home. That night was not very eventful.

Friday was a big day. We were up early to go to school for KK's Halloween party. Sherry and I went for breakfast first and found a wonderful store that we had to go back and check out. The Halloween party was fun. 20 kindergarten students trick-or-treating at all the other class rooms and then off to visit the retired nuns. Then it was our turn. Sherry and I headed out to the spa and got a full pampering. Massage, pedicure and manicure. My guy gave me the best back rub ever. If Cowboy would have been fine with another man living with us, I would have packed him up and brougth him home.

The relaxation was somewhat short lived as we took the girls to the Halloween Festival at the school. Imagine 100 screaming, running Catholic school kids and a loud DJ. The best thing--they served beer and wine.

Saturday was spent at the soccer game and then shopping for additions to Halloween costumes. Trick or treating and then a party next door where Sherry and I sang our hearts out with the Karoke machine--okay so it was one song and we sounded somewhat okay. "Oh what a night, late December back in 63"

Sunday, the mom and dad went shopping while I got the girls. They were painting and I was watching. Then we came to a mutual decision to go shopping--really they decided to shop. It was either shopping or the beach and shopping won. KK was so tired that she made the day a little funky. Not many bargains but dreams of a new Coach purse.

Sunday night, Sherry and I got away for dinner at Aunt Kate's. Mixed reviews on the food but good to spend just girl time together.

Monday was more girl time as the girls didn't have school and Dad was home with them all day. We were able to get in some good girl shopping. I got several new shirts, a cute new sweater, earrings, sunglasses and a few other fun things.

Tuesday was flying home. Saying goodbye at the airport is always sad. Tears. I love you's. More Tears.

I miss my friend.

Just Pictures

Full update tomorrow--

Quick Update

Made it to Florida. So excited to see Sharon. Picked up the girls from school and KK has been non stop hugs. The girls are all so big and I can't believe how long it's been since I've seen them. Looking forward to a day of pampering tomorrow.

Pay Back

So guess what the payback is for a vacation. Lots and lots of work and having just three days to catch up because I am leaving for Florida on Thursday. Hip hip hooray. I'm going to Florida. I'm going to Florida.

We have a massage, pedicure, and manicure scheduled for Friday. Disney on Sunday and lots of other fun in between. I am so excited. Time to go see my best friend and her girls.

I wish my hubby was going with me but maybe next time. Six days in Florida. Can you tell I'm excited!