fore!

That's my backyard.

The Captain made this for Cooper.

A chipping green.

Isn't it awesome?

Yes, that's a baseball pitching net in the background.

Dual sports.

But it does occasionally catch an errant golf ball.

Every once in awhile a ball still sails over the fence.

Sorry, Mr. Johnny.

OK, back to the chipping green.

The boys were out there last night just chipping away.

They were also trying to make a hole.

With a can.

Didn't work.

Stay tuned.

The Captain is out there right now watering the chipping green.

Love.

some golf and some sunburn

Me and the boys went to the golf tourny twice this weekend.  A good time was had by all.  It wasn't really even that hot.  And I wasn't really even that smart.  Because I didn't wear sunscreen on Saturday and am now spoting a lovely sunburn.   I was a bit smarter yesterday and wore a lightweight jacket. I was the only person there with long sleeves on.  But oh well.... whatever it takes. 

It's always neat to see the golfers up close and personal.   That little Rory McIlroy guy is a cutie.   He blew up on 18 and didn't win.  Boo.

It was fun and we had a really good time.  We were lazy the rest of the weekend, so that's all I've got for you today. 

Well, other than the fact that I'm taking the kids to the dentist today.  But that's not too exciting. 

So, bye.

The long weekend

Weekend summary. Via bullets.

• Volleyball. Volleyball. Volleyball. Cause nothing says long weekend like being at the gym for a tournament at 6:45 am on a Saturday morning.

• College football kicked off with a bang. I feel like the earth started spinning again. Pure bliss, people, pure bliss.

• Our 18-year old washing machine bit the dust. It's never good when you get a text from the Captain that says, "Started a load of laundry and then smelled smoke." So Saturday, between pool play and bracket play, the Captain ran out, bought a new washer, hauled the old one to the washer place, loaded up the new one, hooked it up and turned it on. Yes, he's awesome like that. And so is my new washer.

• Friday night we went to a football game and sweated our patooties off. Monday night we went to a football game and wore a hoodie. See also: Schizophrenic Memphis weather.

• Yesterday, the Captain was most obsessed with western movies and a book. I just wanted to watch the final round of the golf tournament and talk about the ridiculous things known as long putters, golfers who wear white pants, and how hilarious I think it is that golfers ask advice from their caddies. I mean, really, they are carrying the clubs. What do they know?

• Cooper spent the entire weekend playing with his legos and wrestling figures. And making wrestling things out of legos. And saying, "Hey Mom, watch this" over and over and over.

• So today is a Tuesday that feels like a Monday. But the high temp starts with a SEVEN. And that just feels nice. Whatever day it is.

Hey, I know you!

So Cooper went to a golf clinic last week with some of his little guy friends.

The golf course is one of the city's nicer, more expensive, upscale courses. It's even owned by a famous, hot, celebrity guy who is actually from Memphis.

The Captain and two of his policey friends met up with him there on Friday and the four of them were going to play 18 holes. Everybody was kind of excited about playing on this course.

It was Cooper's first time to play a full 18. And the first time Cooper had played with any other adults other than the Captain. It was a big day...

So, the Captain, his policey friends and little ol' Coop all strutted into the fancy schmantzy clubhouse on Friday.

Everybody all excited....

Looking around. Checking it out.

The place to see and be seen.

There were a few local high profilers sitting in there. Unfortunately, no sight of the famous, hot, celeb owner guy, but whatever.

And, sure enough, somebody recognizes somebody.

Because that's when the pro shop guy said, "Well, hey Cooper! You still hanging around today?!"

And the guy that brought them their cart said, "Hey Coop - how's it going?!"

And the golf instructor there said, "Cooper, you going to play 18?"

Everybody knew the nine year old ...

That's my boy!