Golf - Athletic Ability Or Wild Swing?

So I have started to learn and play the game of golf as my motto has always been, if you can't beat them, join them, and seeing as my husband is at the golf course sooo much, I figured him giving me a lesson every week is a great way to get to see him... Hasn't quite turned out like that as he is too busy to give me a lesson sometimes, so he sends me off with 100 golf balls to the driving range thinking that will "keep me quiet" for a while... ;-)

Anyhow, whilst hitting on the range the other day, I finally seem to have the hang of this golf swing now. My driver hits around 150 yards and I can hit my 5 iron about 125 on a good day! Not too shabby considering... but a few 20 yard skidders still slip out sometimes... so one of the board members and ex golf professionals was down on the range giving his mother a lesson with a new club. Later, he approached me and tells me "you have a very athletic swing Rachel". OK, so I immediately consider this as a compliment and thank him. But, after a lot of consideration, I am now not so sure if he really meant "you have a very wild swing rach" and that was just a nice way of putting it... I started to think "OK did he see my 20 yard misses or my 125 yard 5 iron?" I guess I will never know... and until I am CONSISTENTLY hitting over 100 yards with any iron/club, I am inclined to think he meant the latter...

hmmmm

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So uncool....

So today, I lost every ounce I ever had of being cool...

Basically, I was driving Sam to school this morning and my friend Amy and her kids Kristen and Jake were behind us on our way into the drive thru. So Abby and Sam are so excited about this that they are bouncing up and down waving and shouting "Kwisten, Kwisten, Kwisten is behind us". I guess the excitement got to me as well as I went to frantically stick my head and arm outta my window and wave, only to find that my window was closed, and yes, you guessed it, I smashed my head against the window. At that point all you can think about is "ok, who saw me do that?" and I looked at the line of parents behind me and it seemed like EVERY SINGLE ONE was looking my way... needless to say I drove away as fast I could with what little dignity I had left and a very sore head!

oh, I am sooo uncool sometimes...

FREE PEDICURE GIFT CERTIFICATE!!!

OK, so Missy has not taken up the free gift certificate to Nail Art for a pedicure, so I am going to give it away to the first person that tells me they want it... It is dated Dec 2006 and says that it expires in 6 months, but I have used outdated gc's in there before and they take them just fine. Its worth $20, so you could have a manicure if you choose, but I will not be using it as I am a germaphobe (sp?)... and after having read Missy's links in her blog, there is just no way I will ever step foot in one of those places again... my loss is your gain, so hurry!

American Cancer Society Relay For Life

So I am part of the Annese Martial Arts walking team for the Relay for Life this year at Beverly Manor school on 16th and 17th May. Should be a lot of fun as long as it doesn't rain... this event means a lot to me after having watched my dad battle cancer all year. He has a deadly and very aggressive type of lung cancer that has spread around his aorta making it unable to be operated on. He has had 4 rounds of chemotherapy already and is due to start his much more aggressive 6 week chemo/radiation everyday therapy on May 5th. My dad is remaining positive, but still needs a lot of prayers, and a lot of crossed fingers for the cancer to shrink and the surgeons to be able to operate.

Anyway, almost everyone has been affected by cancer somehow, whether a loved one has had it or someone they know. This is a really wonderful cause to help fight cancer. If anyone would like to donate, please go to my pledge page at

http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/RelayForLife/RelayForLifeSouthAtlanticDivision?px=6403894&pg=personal&fr_id=9188

thanks for your support....

Green Fingers

Have I ever told you that I love to garden?... I find it very therapeutic and I just love to see pretty flowers everywhere... must be the English rose side of me ;0)

So here is part of the garden that is overflowing with phlox that I planted 4 or 5 years ago. They come back in abundance every year.

Abby pulled a Britney Spears!

So I love our dinner times when we can all sit down as a family and tell each other about the things that went on in the day. Last Friday nights' dinner was no exeption...

To cut a long story short (or not), I went for lunch at the Purple Foot on Friday with my good friend Sara, actually she was treating me to lunch as a late birthday gift, so while contently sitting there trying to calmly control our kids, I suddenly noticed (when Abby kept throwing her legs in the air), that she had no underwear on, and seeing as I had just picked her up from school, the horrible realization of her having no underwear on all day at school suddenly hit. What her teacher Mrs Cooke must have thought, I'll never know, but I do know that she went to the outdoor playground that day and must have ended up showing her jewels to most of the preschool. Anyhow, I will not take blame for it as every day I get her out her clothes to wear and that morning I had gotten underwear out for her also, she had just forgot to put them on under her dress... who would have known? Its not like I check under her dress everyday.

So that leads us onto our dinner conversation that night about embarassing moments... I guess I made such a fuss about Abby's lack of panties that she became embarrassed... a healthy emotion if you ask me... But to make her feel a little better about herself, we proceeded to remind her of Sam's ebarassing moment last month when he put on Abby's jeans and went to school. You would have thought that between Dave and I we would have managed to catch the fact that they were 2 inches too short and they had bootlegs... but oh no, mornings in our house are hectic to say the least... the blame? well Dave folded up clothes the night before and put the jeans into Sam's drawer and I pulled them out that morning for him to wear, so I guess we are both to blame... why is it we have to blame someone for embarassing moments anyhow?

So the conversation ended with me retelling my most embarassing moment of sitting in a pub with my boyfriend and best friend when I was around 16. Now I wasn't the tidiest or cleanest of 16 year olds, always something better to do than clean, but the night before, I had undressed for bed and dumped my jeans and underwear on the floor, exactly how they peeled off my body... the next day, I pulled the same jeans on and yes you guessed it, I didn't realize that my 'day before underwear' was still in the jean leg, until my best friend Emma saw them sticking out the end of my pant leg at the pub and not so quietly (so my boyfriend could hear) said "what's that popping out of your jeans?"... I immediately rushed to the ladies' and flushed that pair of underwear down the toilet, I just couldn't bear to see them again... of course I was ridiculed all night, and needless to say I never dumped my clothes on the floor again, I did dump my boyfriend though (not because of this)... and to this day Emma and I are still great friends...

So when asking daddy at the table what his most embarassing moment was, it took him a while to respond like he had never had one!!! In the end he recalled a story about once he was in a nativity play and the only line he had to say was "the sheep are getting restless". So all night on performance night he is waiting to say his line and when it finally comes to his moment of glory he ends up saying "the sheep are getting reckless", much to his embarassment. I guess the audience thought it was amusing though.

Hmmm, not sure if this was as embarassing as all our underwear stories (or lack of), but the kids were amused...