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Why I Blame Vito that I Forgot My Golf Socks Today

Funny thing happened on the way to the golf course. Okay, on the way to the kitchen.

I’m minding my own business, getting ready for golf, drinking coffee, the typical routine…

When I’m not playing golf, my summer footwear is mostly snappers – you may know them as flip flops – so when I play golf I have to bring socks to put on when I change into my golf shoes at the course.  I normally grab some when I’m getting dressed in the closet and put them on the table by the front door. Did that as usual. Check.

The routine on any morning involves a nice walk with Vito. Check. (I missed a step here, a crucial step. But I’ll get to that in a minute.)

As I’m getting ready to leave, I’m on my way to the kitchen to grab the lid for my coffee cup and get a treat for Vito and … whooooooosh… my snapper slides across the floor, I slip and swear and wobble and catch my balance as, seemingly in slow motion, a tsunami of coffee goes flying from my mug.

It’s not until I’m on my hands and knees cleaning up the mess that I discover the culprit. The offending “object” that caused me to slip. When I saw it, I busted out laughing. Have you ever seen the movie Turner and Hooch? Well, there, lying on the tile, was a gigantic shoestring piece of slobber. Not mine. And Vito is my only roommate. Here’s where that crucial step in Vito’s walk I mentioned comes in. Vito is a big dog. With big jowls. Some levels of activity or excitement when we walk cause him to drool more than others. When I see he’s had one of those walks, I tickle his ear while we’re still outside so he shakes his head and tosses those goobers to nature. Either way, when we get inside, he goes to get a drink and I wipe his mouth with a jowl towel. Obviously, I missed the tickle step and he dropped his load in a dangerous spot before we reached his bowl.

It may have been my responsibility to get him to shake it off, but he should have had the courtesy to drop that honker in a low traffic area, or at least warn me about it. My routine was disrupted, then I was scrambling to not be late and forgot my socks. Thanks a lot, Vito.

Although, as my friend Ron said when I told him the story on the golf course, that would have been a funny coroner’s report. True. I didn’t split my head open. I like to imagine that my recovery was a lot more graceful and slo-mo matrixy than the panicky spazz it probably really was. Ultimately, the whole thing makes me giggle. And I got a new, comfy pair of Footjoy socks at the pro shop out of the deal.

Did I really just blog about dog slobber?

Goober Bliss

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Looking for a Unique Holiday Golf Gift? Photo Ball Markers!

Stumped as to what to get for the golfer in your life? Whether it’s a stocking stuffer or major gift budget for you, $25 can get you an awesome and unique gift for that golfer who has everything (even if that golfer is you).

If you can capture it in a photo, you can put it on a ball marker. Well, Photo Ball Marker can for you! Simply upload your photos and you can have an amazing set of ball markers and you can customize the gift to include a magnetic hat clip, necklace, brooch, divot tool or keychain! So they go well beyond the golf course, you see!

Holidays are coming up so get creative! Kids, pets, other family members, places, logos, keepsakes and memories… you’re not limited by much if you can use your imagination!

Photo ball markers

Photo ball marker backAbove are some of the fabulous ball markers I’ve gotten from PBM. The necklace pictured is my own magnetic necklace, not sold by PBM but they do sell some beautiful styles of their own. One thing I really like is that the back of the ball markers have that handy arrow for when you have to move your marker out of someone else’s putting line. You simply flip over your marker and point the arrow in the direction you need to move it back to your spot so you don’t forget. Always a nice feature of a ball marker, in my opinion!

If you haven’t already clicked off this page to go shopping at PBM, happy holidays and happy shopping!

Blogging Girl, Interrupted

I planned on a nice little martini blogging session tonight. Alas, it’s not meant to be. I was going to blog about the dimple-less Caesar Golf balls but other plans came up. I had already poured – and started to drink – my martini when the mommy of Vito’s play-date for tomorrow called and said she’d have to postpone until next week unless we could get together tonight. So, I’m taking Vito out for his romp and the dimple-less golf ball “review” will have to wait. Not sure I want to do it except for on a martini night, so I’m not sure when this topic will resurface. I only know it will.

Vito full tilt

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Doing My Duty, Passing Golf Courses

Today I am fulfilling my civic duty in response to a jury summons. You probably know what this means: a lot of waiting around to either never get called for a panel or get called and dismissed. Either way, it’s a lot of waiting around. I’m actually managing to get a lot done today since it’s so quiet here with no distractions.

Oh, except for I’m sitting in front of a window looking out on a gorgeous day and wistfully thinking about all the golf courses I passed on the way here. Eleven. There are 11 golf courses between my home and Ventura County Superior Court/Hall of Justice. Only 3 of them are private, which means I drove near 8 courses I could have played today.

Vito still isn’t ready for an entire day spent alone, so Greg and I swapped vehicles today so he could take Vito to work with him while I answered the call. I’m so used to my Suburban Unnecessary Vehicle, it’s large frame and power everything, I felt especially sporty in his hot little Mustang. I had almost forgotten the fun of a manual transmission – not to mention when it’s supercharged. The last thing I wanted to do was drive it to a government building and be cooped up all day. It almost steered itself to several golf courses (probably from memory). Alas, here I am, doing the right thing. I guess golf can wait.

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Golf Clubs on Board

After a whirlwind road trip, I’m back home in time to celebrate Independence Day locally. We drove a total of 2200 miles and arrived home yesterday afternoon and unloaded the filthy vehicle.

When we were planning the trip, we had concerns about fitting everything in the car. We folded down the rear row of seats to make a sleeping area for Vito. That left only the back seat to pack all our stuff, including our luggage, dog food, bowls, toys, treats, etc., our golf clubs and the requisite travel cooler. It became clear that we had to acquire some kind of external system/rack/container to transport our gear.

I knew we would likely be traveling with golf clubs and Vito many times in the coming years, and thought it might be worth investing in the higher-priced solutions like Thule or Yakima carriers. However, facing the ridiculous price of fuel for our trip, we hoped for a more affordable solution. Greg browsed around the ‘net and found one and we jumped on it.

Introducing… the Roofbag.

roof bag

Size matters

Our criteria were pretty simple: it had to be long and wide enough to hold two golf bags at the least, it had to be durable and waterproof, it had to be able to be secured tightly to the roof and allow the back hatch to open, and it had to be priced right. It didn’t have to be pretty, it didn’t have to be sleek and it didn’t have to be fancy.

We put it to the test and it passed with flying colors.

In addition to the bag itself, we ordered an extra set of straps and the protective mat. When not in use, the bag folds up nicely and fits in a handy storage pouch that comes with it standard. And you get all that for a little over $100 including shipping.

How it held up

It not only held our golf bags, we also packed a large suitcase, a large container of dog food, a collapsible set of tall dog bowls, fishing poles, and golf shoes in it. On the way home, we crammed Greg’s big trash bag of dirty laundry in it as well. The rest of our stuff was easily stacked on the back seat between us and Vito’s lounge.

We knew security would be an issue as it doesn’t lock to the vehicle and could easily be stolen in its entirety or cut to get at the goods inside. At each stop along the way, we had to unload everything into our room and repack in the morning. The first loading took about an hour but we had the process smoothed down to about 15 minutes as the trip went on. The most tedious part was securing the straps. We will probably get some ratchet straps for it to make the process easier next time around.

The Roofbag became a centerpiece of our trip. The routine of packing and unpacking it started as a hassle and became a comedic challenge. Vito is so worried he’ll be left behind, he just jumps into his “lounge” and waits as the loading occurs. He will not exit the vehicle under any circumstances. People and animals can pass as they please. We can go in and out of the house as many times as we want, leaving the hatch wide open. The dog’s not going anywhere. We could run around raucously playing with his toys and giving other dogs his treats and he would just lie there. “You will not leave without me.” He’d say Roof, we’d say Bag. Occasionally, we’d follow that up with the Expedia jingle ending… DOT COMMMMMM!

roof bag side view

Surprisingly aerodynamic

We didn’t exactly conduct a thorough or scientific test like the Mythbusters did on the pickup truck with the tailgate down and/or netted, but according to the mileage gauge on my car, having the roofbag on it only reduced our mpg by about 1 (0.7 – 1.2). We started with four straps but quickly discovered that 3 did the trick. We packed it slightly lower in the front and higher in the back (also the way the bag is shaped) and secured one of the straps close to the front to keep it tight to the roof and not let any air catch under it. It didn’t even add much noise to the drive. One leg on the way home, we got a little careless and heard a whirring sound and sure enough, we had left a gap in our hasty packing.

Details, details

We only encountered one brief patch of rain along the way but the roofbag protected our goods. Driving around on dirt roads, some dust did sneak into the back portion where the zippers come together, but nothing damaging. There is a flap that covers the zipper and under normal circumstances, I’d bet nothing would get in there. We really put it to the test. I’ve never seen my car so filthy. Previously unseen fingerprints on the doors lit up with dirt like an exaggerated CSI demonstration. Dust was caked into every nook and cranny around the exterior. It was unrecognizable, which is to be expected on a trip like this. Just like the windshield, the front of the bag was peppered with bugs but the gray color we chose hardly even showed the dirt. And the material is so durable it can just be hosed off (I’ll let Greg deal with that – ewww… bugs).

It is what it is

It’s a bag. It goes on your vehicle’s roof. So they call it the Roofbag. Not a car rack container system with a name like Thule that many people can’t pronounce (I think it’s Tooly), but a roof bag. Simple. Affordable. Comes in gray or black. It may not be as convenient as the locking, snapping hard case jobbies but it does the job. And for us, it will probably do the job again and again until we feel like going fancy and can make room to store a sleek, pretty Thule.

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Road Trip Update

We’re almost there. It has been a leisurely drive and we’re taking our time. We also have company in our convoy but I still can’t release details since the surprise hasn’t happened yet. We have seen many golf courses and Greg may go play a little nine-holer across the street from where we’re staying in the morning while Vito and I sleep (relatively) late. We only have a couple hours driving left so we aren’t in any rush. I’d play with him but we can’t leave Vito alone in the room.

Anyway, here are a few photos from our journey so far. More to come.

road trip

I love Utah.

vito great dane ear flap in window

Flapping in the 70 mph breeze. Too bad the camera didn’t catch the lips in full flap position.

vito great dane yawn

Are we there yet?

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Road Trip!

Would anyone in their right mind take a 2000 mile road trip instead of flying these days? Dunno – you’d have to ask someone in their right mind.dog on board

Despite the insane fuel prices, we’re going on a road trip tomorrow. Of course we have to take Vito with us, and he’s nowhere near ready for the trauma of being stuffed in a giant crate and treated like cargo on an airplane. So we’re loading up the car and heading out. That’s quite a trick with a dog this size and luggage and golf clubs, but we’ve got a plan.

Can’t give you too many details now as our arrival is meant to be a surprise and even though the surprisee will likely never see this, better safe than sorry. I don’t think I’ll have much opportunity to blog while I’m there but I’ll try. If not, I’ll be sure to fill you in when I get back. Meanwhile, stay cool out there!

May they all roll true…

Great Dane Vito

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Nevada Golf This Weekend

I’m so psyched. Every year our club goes on an away trip, and I always have a great time on it. We’re headed off to Nevada for a two-day tournament of partner best ball. Greg and I have won it two of the three times we’ve competed in this event at this location. Previously, we had different formats each day so we only won one day. The second day format used to be a modified Pinehurst alternate shot format (at which we suckeddesert golf hole as a team) but somehow in the best ball format we have managed to pick up each other’s slack more often than not. This year we are both playing from the white tees which means I will be getting a few extra strokes but losing the distance advantage. We’ll just have to see how that works out.

As I mentioned in my last post, I only just rediscovered how to swing a golf club and I can only hope that carries over for this event. I promise I will write more about when, how and why that happened!

Since Greg went on “our” last trip without me, he was prepared to stay home with Vito this time if we couldn’t find a suitable alternate circumstance for our sweet Great Dane. I really didn’t want that to happen because we always have such a great time golfing and gambling together on this outing. Thankfully, my parents (and sister who is visiting them) agreed to take wonderful care of him in our absence. It has been just over a month since we adopted him and while I’m still reluctant to exacerbate his abandonment issues by both of us leaving him for the weekend, I also think it might be good for him to be without us for awhile and have us return. I hope it will help him understand that we will always come back to him.

So we’re in for a big weekend on several levels as you can see. Regardless of the results of the golf or the gambling, I know we’ll have a wonderful time and I’m sure I’ll tell you more about it when it’s all said and done.

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Sneaking in some golf behind my man’s back

I’m a little disturbed that I’m getting used to the fact that I can forget how to swing a golf club. But why shouldn’t I? Golf is difficult. Sometimes I forget how grapes taste and that doesn’t bother me, so why should this?

Today was the monthly tournament with my golf club. I had to skip it, which was difficult for me. It’s the first one I’ve missed since I joined the club when I first started playing golf. But I am dedicated to my new man and his needs come first. We’re still really struggling with his separation anxiety, but we’re making progress. He’s just not ready to be left alone long enough for a round of golf. First I missed Vegas while Greg went, now I’m missing golf while Greg is out playing with his men’s club. So much for Vito being “our” dog. Oh well… I just won’t tolerate any more complaining out of Greg when Vito brushes off Greg to seek my affection.

Vito in a ball

I’m a tiny, pouty bunny-rabbit.

Did I mention progress?

Oh yes… there’s progress on the golf front as well. A couple months ago I mentioned that I lost my swing. I have only played a few times since then and as for practice…well, playing is practicing. The few times I’ve been out there, I couldn’t stand my inconsistency, so I altered my game. I decided to use a half backswing with a full follow through. Kind of like a punch shot, which I can still control well, but breaking down the wrists with a full finish instead of holding on for a low punch. It’s actually pretty effective. I think my full swing is breaking down because I’m getting too casual with my left arm and when it gets floppy, it causes all kinds of troubles. So I lose some distance with a 1/2 to 3/4 backswing, but I just club up and everything works out better. My five iron has really been performing, and I even chose to use it off the tees on occasion no matter how long the hole was. With my lost distance, I hit it about 150. So I played “old man golf” on a couple longer holes and just hit 150-150-150=450 up the middle to the green and even two putted for par. And 5-iron, 5-iron, wedge for a 400 yard hole, playing for bogey. If the hole layouts beckoned it, they’d call that course management. Since my own ineptitude demanded it, I guess it’s game management.

What? Actual practice?

I’m going bananas with such a golf drought, so today I actually went to the practice range. I am ashamed at how long it has been since the last time I went. Anyway, no one had torn my number off my “lost swing” posters there, so I just filled a large bucket and headed out to an open spot.

It was roasting hot out so I guess if I had to miss a round of golf, it wasn’t a terrible day to do it. I didn’t feel uncomfortable in the blazing sun but I was definitely flushed after an hour of practice. I was hitting my irons well but still wasn’t making quite a complete backswing. My woods are still slicing more often than not, but at least I’m back to making solid contact every time. My pitching and chipping were the best, with pretty accurate distance control from 10-75 yards. Really short chips were often hitting the tiny spots I chose. It was feeling pretty good with the exception of the woods. I think I might try to play my next round with nothing but irons and hybrids and work on the rest when I can. And no, I didn’t practice any putting. The practice green was too far away and that’s not my main problem right now anyway so shut up. 😉

Nanny cams

I’m comfortable leaving Vito alone for one hour, so that’s what I spent at the range. (Maybe having Vito as my prison guard will actually help my game!) I leave a recorder on to find out what he gets up to while I’m away and the first few minutes are full of heartbreaking whines, howls and door scratching. He settles down after that, though. I’m thinking about setting up a webcam so I can watch him on my Blackberry but I don’t know how. I tried it with Skype but the call kept disengaging. Let me know if you have any ideas.

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Will Annika retire on top?

Annika Sorenstam is playing with confidence, grace, and determination. She looks like the Annika we know and love from before her injuries. Her dominant win last week in Virginia keeps her solidly in second place to Lorena Ochoa and the momentum is on her side. More on that in my latest Golf For Women post on Swing Thoughts.

Annika Sorenstam with cat

Now there is a rumor that Annika will retire at the end of this year, and she’s supposedly going to make a statement today. We all know she is marrying Mike McGee and wants to start a family. While most of the working world has to work more to support a family, she has the luxury and probably the necessity to do the opposite. She’ll still have her business to run but to make time for a family, something’s got to give. Since she has already accomplished so much in professional golf, it makes sense that playing regularly on tour would be the thing to drop. I mean, she’s not going to get rid of that cat. *Side note: Vito actually likes cats. I told you he had snags.*

annika sorenstam and mike mcgeeAnnika has a frequent Q&A session on her own blog, and the big question this week is whether the retirement rumor is true. Maybe she will answer it in her statement today or on her blog. Either way, inquiring minds want to know. Pop in and pose a question to Annika – she’d probably be grateful for something other than this topic. I happened to notice In her post about winning the Michelob Ultra, she mentioned that she was going to celebrate by actually drinking one. Now that sounds like dutiful sponsor representation rather than an actual plan, and maybe she even cracked one open and posed for a photo. Surely that wasn’t her real beverage of choice for celebration, and just as surely, that was my own burning question on her blog. Will she answer?

Of course the retirement issue is of greater importance. Whether she will or won’t, I’d love to see her back in the #1 position before she goes. This year would be just fine with me. The LPGA has a lot of great competition, with dominant Lorena Ochoa leading the pack, so Annika’s got her work cut out for her. I think we’re going to see a lot more stellar play out of Annika this year, and maybe with retirement beckoning at season’s end, her focus and determination will be that much stronger.

Update: It’s official. Annika made the announcement today, citing “following her dreams” of business and family as her reasons for stepping away from competitive golf. She said “I have given it all and it’s been fun.” You can watch the press conference at the link above. She also talks about the state of women’s golf and even gives a nod to Brett Favre for their similarities in reasons to retire (they love the competition, they’re just “tired of the daily grind”). It’s an interesting speech and she also discusses her plans to stay involved in the game of golf and inspire future golfers. As for the next seven months, her goal is to win many tournaments, including majors. That’s what I’m talking about. That’s what I want to see.

Thank you, Annika, for all the years you’ve given us and everything you have already done for golf.

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