Proper Priorities

There are few things that can get me away from my soccer games.

Especially if I'm in town.

My wife is one of those things. Today, her best friend got married.

Whether Jenny wants to admit it or not, she's a great public speaker (she gave the matron of honor speech).

She always makes me proud.

Way better than playing soccer.

She Left Me

Jenny chose a sleepover with her best friend that is getting married tomorrow and lives in CA, but is in town, over a normal, nothing out of the ordinary night with me.

I feel depressed. I think I need comfort food. Frozen Ice Cream Snickers Bars and Popcorn here I come.

Sore in the Morning

The golf instructor today mentioned that we would likely all be sore in the morning.

For me, he might have been wrong. I haven't begun to feel any soreness yet, despite today being the day in my life that I have hit the most golf balls.

I won't know for a while how many strokes he got off of my scorecard, if any, but I can say that he fixed some of the kinks in my swing and definitely got me excited about the club I wouldn't even take out of my bag.

If you are any kind of regular golfer, I'd recommend ESPN's 3 Club Tour.

18 Strokes, 3 Clubs

Tomorrow, my father, brother and myself are spending the day at one of the ESPN golf schools.

This particular school is called the three club tour, so named because you focus on putting, chipping and driving (full swing). As a perk of the club, you get to order premier Nike golf equipment (a putter, wedge and driver) to be shipped upon placing the order.

It would be nice to end up improving my game by 18 strokes or so, but it is highly doubtful that would happen. I know for sure, i'll at least end up with some clubs I need.

Finding Out Who the Worriers Are

If you live in MN and turned on a t.v. yesterday, or if you live out of state but watched your news, you probably heard that part of a freeway here in MN collapsed over the river today.

As i heard, I briefly scanned those who are close to me and could think of no occasion that would have put any of them on the bridge at that time. My concern for loved ones never made it much further than that.

45 seconds later, my father called to make sure Jenny and I were okay. An hour later, my brother called. In between there, I got text messages from 2 other individuals, one of whom I haven't talked to for almost 9 months.

I guess some of us are just wired to worry, and some of us roll with the punches. I'm much more a roll with the punches kind of guy.