Sacro--what?

I have an uncle who's always carrying on about his sacroiliac. Is that the way you say it? Don't even ask me what exactly his sacro--you know, is. I don't know what, precisely, it is. All I know is it pains him.

When I was a kid and he went on and on about it I thought it was his butt. Apparently it's not his behind but still I don't have a clue.

All I know is I think I broke mine golfing this morning.

Really! I think I did.

All right, nothing's broken but hell golf shouldn't hurt this much should it? I must be waaaaay out of shape!

Off to lie down and watch a movie. Something soft and easy, with no physical movements in it at all. Like Sleepless in Seattle, or You've Got Mail.

Nothing with golf!!

Favorite golf stories :)

Okay, so I'm attempting (still!) to learn to play golf. Not going so good, let me tell you. I seem to be completely uncoordinated with regard to whacking little ball with long stick. My darling man is being much more sympathetic than he was initially, and is trying to be a good teacher. Personally I think it might have been my rant about my boobs getting in the way that made him back off. Whatever it was, I appreciate it. I was getting pretty damn close to whacking him on the head with the golf stick...uh, club.

Anyway, since I suck so badly at this stupid game (yeah, I'm working on the attitude! I promise!) people have been telling me their golf horror stories. It's been fun hearing them. Yesterday I may have heard the one that's the best so far. The woman telling the story is an excellent golfer but she said that when she was learning to play she hit a ball and it got stuck up in a tree. Yes, a tree. A big old maple, apparently. Anyhow, her husband laughed so hard he pissed her off and she climbed the tree, right on the golf course, and looked for the ball. She found her ball but when she reached for it --you guessed it!-- she fell out of the tree.

Broke her arm in three places. Now you wouldn't think this story funny but while she was telling it the woman was laughing so hard she nearly wet her pants. Her amusement cracked me up and there we were, laughing in the clubhouse like two loons.

Yeah, that's the best part of the whole golf expedition so far.

What about you? Any golfing war stories you'd care to share?

Back to golf

I don't know if anyone remembers but last summer my darling man tried to teach me to golf. I didn't do so well at it. Honestly I think my boobs got in the way. But today he's going to begin giving me golf lessons again. He swears he's going to be patient and not so jumpy and loud but I don't know...we'll have to see. One smartass remark and I might just hit him with the golf stick--er, club. It is club, isn't it?

Oh, at least the clubhouse has margaritas!!!

Have a great day!