Extreme Friendship

January 5, 2012

My best friend, Jacki, and I have a deal.  Each year, I visit her in Minnesota in the winter and she visits me in Arizona in the summer. Our deal doesn’t make a lot of sense to most people, but the timing works well.  I have some off time in the winter and she has some down time in the summer.

I am going on my annual trip tomorrow and looking at the 10 day forecast, I am lucking out.  The temperature will be in the 40’s when I land and the highs all weekend will be in the 30’s.  There is no snow in the forecast and not even any on the ground.  These temperatures are still really cold for me and I have plenty of sweaters packed, but it could be a lot worse.  A few years ago, the temperature did not get above 0.  It was ridiculous and I am not sure how people live that way.

Of course, Minnesotans say the same thing about our Arizona summers.  I believe we had a record number of  110 degree days this past summer.  Jacki and I once played golf when it was about 114.  She nearly passed out and I think it took her at least few days to recover.

But we will continue to honor our deal.  It gives me a small little blast of winter and it gives her a chance to feel what hell might be like.  I will pack an extra coat and she will pack a bathing suit.  The important thing is time spent together-no matter what the extremes!

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Happy New Year!

January 1, 2012

It’s a new year and you know what that means?  Resolutions!  The number 1 resolution has to be to lose weight and for the first time in forever, I am OK.  I have had to come up with something different.  When we make resolutions, we reflect back and look forward.  What kind of year do I want 2012 to be?  What about myself, if given a clean slate, would I like to change or improve?

When I look back on 2011, I am torn on whether or not it was a bad year.  It was certainly an interesting year.  Immediately, you would think that any year you break your neck would be a bad year.  But I am glass half-full kind of gal.  My accident showed me so many things about so many people including myself.  My husband got a great new job.  I got a new position at work.  So all in all, things were OK in 2011.

Now it’s time to look ahead to 2012.  What do I resolve to get done this year?  First, I would like to write more in this blog.  My goal will be at least 4 entries/month.  I enjoy writing and I think updating the blog will keep me more accountable to what is going on in my life.  Secondly, I want to figure out a way to give back more. There is no greater reward than helping others.  And finally, I want to learn to live a little more “green.”  I need to do my part to take care of the environment.

I hope that 2012 is a great year! (although not quite as “interesting” for me) I am resolving to make it so.

 

Ready, Set, Action…..Maybe

November 14, 2011

I recently went to see Louis CK at the Dodge Theater in Phoenix, AZ.   He did a bit that really got me thinking.  It was about how some people take action, while others think about taking action but really never do anything about it.  It doesn’t sound funny, but it was hilarious.  That’s what comedians do, they turn the serious into humor.

I have to admit, I am one of those that think about taking action.  I think it is my extreme dislike of confrontation.  I like things to be even and steady.  The less the boat is rocked the better.  I have great ideas and intentions, but sometimes am a little too afraid to do anything.  My New Year’s resolution will be to try to remedy this flaw. (I am going to do it too-not just talk about it!)

 

Never Late is Better

October 21, 2011

You know the saying “better late than never”  I hate that saying.  BE ON TIME!!!

I am taking Real Estate class that starts at 8:00AM each morning.  Now I know that is early but we are training to be professionals and have clients that will one day put a lot of trust in us.  Each day, there are 5-10 people who come to class late.  Some as many as 30 minutes.   It really bothers me!   I know I have no control over what other people do. I know they will not make for a very good agent if they are continually late.  But it’s just so annoying to me.  Why are you interrupting the rest of us who managed  to set our alarms and got here on time?

I am very prompt.  If I am not 5 minutes early, I am late. I hate being late.  I get a sick feeling in my stomach.  This may come from the fact that in my previous profession, if I was late, I would be penalized 2 strokes or be disqualified.  Maybe we can come up with a penalty system for people who are always late.  Give them an equivalent of a 2 shot penalty or DQ them all together!

Funny, how it’s the same people who are always late .  They even make a joke about it saying, “Oh you know me, I just can’t get here on time”  Bullshit!  Leave 10 minutes earlier, get your stuff ready to go before it is time to walk out the door. It’s not that hard.  Most people do it everyday.  You not being here on time feels a lot like you not respecting my time.

So I will see you around but do me a favor and BE ON TIME!!!!

A Baltimore Tradition

September 22, 2011

I live in Arizona now so each time I visit Baltimore , I am sure to get crabs.  (Insert joke here)

Before you can eat crabs, there are preparations to be made.  If you are wearing nice clothes, now is the time to put on a dark t-shirt. You must take off any watches or rings and put band-aids on all cuts.   Newspaper or brown paper is  spread out on a table and the beer should be cold.  Hammers and knives are accounted for and the crabs are dumped into a pile at the center of the table.

Before

Now the fun begins!  There are many ways to pick a crab and each person sitting around the table will probably have a different method.  The first step is to turn the crab over and with a knife peel the apron off of the crab.  You then must grab the shell and pull the crab into 2 pieces.  At this point, I save the shell to be sure to lick off any Old Bay seasoning as needed throughout the meal.  An added benefit to this is to keep an accurate count of your total crabs eaten.  Next, its time to clean the crab.  The lungs and all things squiggly must be removed.  This is the time I also remove the claws.  When you see people using a hammer, they do so when eating claws.  I normally save the claws until the end if I eat them at all.  The real meat is in the crab!  I now break the good part of the crab in 2 and start digging for meat.  Occasionally you will eat a little piece of shell which can be spit into the pile of discarded squiggly stuff.  The crab is sweet and salty and there must be plenty of beer to wash it down.   Eating crabs is messy.  Your hands are filthy, your nose may run and that is all part of the fun!  Its a social event as much as a meal.

After

Once your bellies are full and you can’t stand how dirty your hands are, it is time to clean up.  This is so much easier than it sounds. Hammers and knives are accounted for and the newspaper is rolled and put neatly into a large garbage bag.  You wash your hands with simple soap and water and the meal is finished.  Many people crave something sweet after crabs.  I am usually craving more beer and a game of cards with my family.

So that’s how you get crabs in Baltimore. ( I am sure there are other ways…insert joke here)

Never Forget 9/11/2001

September 11, 2011

Where were you?

As we remember the 10th anniversary of the worse tragedy of our generation, many people will ask “Where were you?  It is been 10 years. We must always remember and never forget.

Where was I?

September 10, 2011  My best friend Jacki and her daughter Sydney met me at the Portland International airport.   I was arriving from Tulsa where I has played the previous week.  They came from their home in Minnesota for a week’s vacation.  Portland was one of my favorite stops on tour.  The weather was always fabulous.  The golf course one of my favorites and always in great shape. The town was a lot of fun.  Jacki had never been before so I suggested a trip and she was happy to join me.  Sydney was a seasoned traveler already at 14 months old and quieter than most on a golf course.  It was going to be a fun week!  Upon their arrival, Jacki told me Sydney had spit up a little on the flight and that she would wake early and do some laundry.  I was happy to throw in my clothes as trips to the laundry room in the hotel were never my favorite.

September 11, 2001  Jacki woke early as promised to do the laundry.  She stopped at the front desk to get change for the machines.  The attendent working asked if she had seen what happened. The first tower had just been hit.  Jacki immediatly came back to the room to wake me and we sat on the end of the bed in a hotel room in Portland and watched in horror at what was happening in NY, Washington and Pennsylvania. I am an East Coast girl.  My husband is from New Jersey. We had family and friends that worked in the city. I couldn’t believe what was happening. No one could. Eventually, I had to go to the golf course.  I was originally scheduled to play a practice round at 9:00AM.  I was in touch with my caddy and we met at the golf course some time around noon.  The atmosphere at the golf course was obviously very grim.  Normally Tuesdays during tournament week are a bustle of activity.  But on this day the  course was empty.  My caddy and I felt like it was wrong to be there but didn’t really know what to do.  I hit a few balls and played a couple of holes but the golf course was the last place I wanted to be.  We left  and went back to the hotel to watch more TV.

The entire week was like this.  We were glued to the TV but eventually had to stop watching.  I felt so lucky to have had my best friend with me but still wanted to be at home.  The tournament was eventually cancelled and I decide that my season was over. On Friday there was a beautiful and emotional memorial service held on the 18th green. I was able to fly home on Saturday.

September 11, 2011  It has been 10 years.  Jacki and I are still best friends.  Sydney is now 11 and just started middle school.  As I look back, I am so grateful that she was there that week,  At the time she was an adorable 14 month old who loved flags and knew nothing of the devastation that was happening.  But it is because of her that we must never forget. We need to honor those that died that day.  We need to celebrate the heroes and remember how the country came together in the aftermath. We need to work together and stand united.  I am proud to be an American. I will never forget.

My Fantasy

August 28, 2011

I am involved in 2 fantasy football leagues, 3 suicide leagues and 1 pick a winner league.  In addition, I am in 2 fantasy golf leagues and a fantasy hockey league.  Tomorrow night is our draft and I couldn’t be more excited!  I have tried to prepare by doing mock drafts and scouring the internet for sleepers, handcuffs, and td vultures.  I follow fantasy gurus on twitter and listen to the NFL network anytime I am in my car.

My husband started playing fantasy sports before me and I wasn’t sure I like it.  His focus went from rooting for our favorite team (the NY Giants) to rooting for his fantasy players to do well.  We would go out and watch a game and he didn’t even care who won as long as Peyton Manning threw 3 touchdowns or Adrian Peterson ran for 150 yards and a touchdown.  I really didn’t “get it” and wondered what the fuss was all about.  The next year there was a spot open in his league.  I decided to join.  I really didn’t know what I was doing but thought if “you can’t beat em, join em”  I was hooked!  It was so much fun to now follow all of the games and take an interest in your players as well as your opponent’s players for that week. It makes the 17 weeks of football in the Fall must see TV.

I still route for the Giants and want them to win the Superbowl.  I also route for the Cardinals and hope for a fun playoff run like we had a few years ago.  But I will also be cheering on my fantasy players and hoping to beat my opponent into the ground each week.  My goal is to make the playoffs and maybe even win the Superbowl this year.  With a little luck and the right draft strategy, I like my chances.  It would be a fantasy come true!