Ok... Ok.... Ok!

So I'm struggling getting back into blogging, especially now that I've been introduced to twitter.... that's right, I said twitter. Very busy week back from vacation but a good week.

I've realized a couple things now that I've had a little time off:

1. I love my wife. She is a fun person to be around and hang out with. She is a great conversationalist because she likes to talk and yet is a very good listener. I had a blast just hanging out with her, planning and dreaming and working on some home projects. She is someone you should get to know if you don't already.
2. I love and miss my kids. While it was cool spending time alone with my wife (the first time we were alone in our home for a week in over 12 years), I miss getting to see and hug my kids. They are great kids. Kristen has done well raising them :) They are fun to hang out with and it doesn't hurt that, at least for now, they like to hang out with us too. I know they are having a good time and they are getting a vacation from us as well. Everyone needs a little time away (yes Charlie, I know that's from Chicago).
   

Glad to have had the time off and am trying to be more intentional about doing this more in the future.

Peace.

And so it begins...

...my vacation that is! I had an opportunity I could not pass up and am very thankful for the chance to take a little break. I love doing what I do, but everyone needs a little time away (I think there's a song in that).

This week is kind of bitter sweet. While I get a chance to refresh, my kids are also taking off for Arizona. I know they will have a great time, but Kristen and I will both miss them. Obviously we get time just the two of us which will be nice too. It's been 12 years since we've been at home just the two of us.

Yep, my daughter just turned 12 - can't believe it! I don't know where the time has gone. I've started to panic wondering if I've shared and taught her what she needs to know. She's oficially a tween. The "T" stage is next and I just don't feel old enough to be the father of a teen. She's a great kid.... er... um... I mean young adult.

Dang that sucks. Time just flies too fast.

I guess you just can't take anything for granted, including time. So, I'm off to enjoy my vacation though I anticipate blogging more than I have been.

Peace.

Bubba on Golf

Last weekend, I couldn't resist going out to play a round of hack golf with my good friend Willem in NC. Him and I used to go tear up a local course out there at least once a week when I lived there - it was cheap and we always had a blast. I am not a golfer by any means but it was cool building a relationship with Willem.

So I called the course to make sure I had brought clothes that were ok to wear on the course and in the clubhouse since I've actually showed up under dressed to a course before and told I couldn't play. Who knew!

The conversation went kind of like this:
Me: Uh, yes, can you tell me what your dress code is to play the golf course there?

Bubba (or similar name - u pick): Your what?

Me: The dress code for the golf course...

Bubba: (big pause here)... well it's cold out today so yer better dress warm!

Me: (struggling not to laugh my tail off) - no what I mean is, am I allowed to wear jeans and a t-shirt and play golf on the course there?

Bubba: Shoot man! Ya can wear bib overalls iffin you want to, I reckon.

Me: Ok, I think we're good here.

Bubba: Yeah, shirt and shoes'll work too.

My wife thought I needed to change the above conversation to be both politically and grammatically correct but hey, that's how it happened...

Now this conversation is probably not NEAR as entertaining unless you imagine Bubba's accent, the fact that he might-a-been gnawing on something ranging from chaw to roadkill and probably about 4x my age (alright so maybe not that old, but the rest aint far off).

Ok now, why don't we re-enact this together to get the full effect... just kidding. Welcome to the south! (Disclaimer - I have plenty of southern friends and acquaintances who may not get this - for one, they are not originally from the south or two, this conversation is perfectly normal - man I love you guys!)

Peace.