sundays at work = yuck

I work on Sundays. People may believe that Sunday's are a day rest but not in my world. I work on Sundays but work may not be the best word. No one ever comes into my place of work on Sundays. I think there may have been 25 people enter the door today. I have given up on the customer service thing on Sundays. I usually end up working out or reading a book. Yucky. The one exciting thing that happened today is the door to the front kept opening and closing. Somehow the door got off track and was just opening and closing. We fixed it in a jiffy.

There is a couple that belong to the fitness center I work. Lets call them Couple Blob. I hate them. I really do hate them. When I see them walk in the door I run the other way. I really do. Couple Blob will trap you and talk to you about I do not know what. They come to the fitness center almost everyday and show no progress. You would never know that they have a gym membership. The women wears the most ridiculous outfits. They are not hideous. In reality they are probably something that I would wear but they are not meant for her. She is overweight, and she is too old for these outfits. I do not know how she could even think about showing up in what she is wearing. Let me tell you, you can see every roll and bump. It is not pretty. Some days we get to see some short skorts. Not pretty. Do not make eye contact with Couple Blob. Today I was trying to straighten up before close and she came around the corner. There was no where to hide so I tired to move fast to get away. I went straight to the towel storage room to get towels out even though I knew there were not towels left in the storage room. I really thought I was making myself look busy but she got to me. She started talking. I started moving stuff around thinking she would leave me alone but no she kept talking. Here is a little from what she said, "I think I am becoming a permanent sub at the high school. I get to wear high heels everyday. I think they make my legs look good. Students these days. Sometimes I do not think they are listening to me. I am coming back to Zumba class on Wednesday. Shake it and shake it will be good for me." What did high heels have anything to do with her job, and I did not need to know anything about her and Zumba. Also, this is JUST a snip it of the conversation (it was not even a conversation because I really just said oh or yes). She went on for about fifteen minutes about what I do not know. I know high heels came up another time or two. Help me get away from Couple Blob.

a little wine...please

I did something new today. I went wine tasting with a group of friends. It was very enjoyable. I went to a winery called Forks of Cheat. Driving up to the winery you would have never guessed that this building was the main building because it looked like a house. The place was so cute. We walked into the main store room with bright brilliant colors. The wine was spread out through the store room. The view from the deck was stunning. I next learned you should only taste four wines because if you drink more you palate is tired. I guess you do not get a realistic taste after that. (I guess all those times I drank too much I should blame on my palate. After the fourth drink I was not really tasting anything. It was like drinking nothing.) You should also start with the white wines, then blush wines, followed by red wines, and end with the fruit wines. I enjoyed a nice sample from each group. At the end of the tasting we all bought some wine and decided to enjoy the deck. We decided on a white wine called Airmail Jones. The deck was so nice. The weather was perfect and the view breathtaking. If you are interested you can have a nice party or wedding at the winery.
As I write this post it is getting close to the 8pm hour. You may think I should be getting ready for a nice night out but on the contrary I will be going to bed soon. I would blame it on too much wine, too much fun, and too much sun (hehehe a little rhyme). But this brings me to another point...the boundary between young, young adult, and adult. Up until last year I would considered this a sad Saturday night because I was not out to enjoy it, however, I am now more content to stay in. That is not to say I do not enjoy some time out on the town but not every week...more like once a month. I am not young like I use to be where I could get up the next day after a night out and be ready to go. It now takes me at least 24 hours to recover from a night out with friends. Is this a sign that I am not young anymore? I do not know. I always hear people say to me..."Oh you are so young...go out and enjoy it." What I am suppose to be enjoying? Will there be no more enjoyment as I get older? I am currenlty enjoying my life for the most part. I also see a lot of people around who are more than twice my age enjoying themselves. I do not think they are lacking enjoyment. I sometimes feel young and then others times old. I feel young because I usually have a lot of energy, ready to go, swing a golf club easily, wake up with out pain, and have an abnormally healthy large appetite. I feel old because a lot of my friends and former classmates are getting married and having a family. I currently am not anywhere near that point (again if you go back you can read that I am looking for my PGA tour husband). Today drinking wine with my friends I felt like we were bridging the gap between young and young adult. Wine tasting felt like an adult activity. In college, I would have never thought of enjoying a nice afternoon at the winery. Another point, my friends and I did mention that one of things we missed most about college is just sitting on a porch drinking and watching the world go by. It seemed we had more time to just sit, watch, and talk.
I am just trying to find the right fusion in my life. I embrace age. I rarely feel any pain with getting older. (I say rarely because when I turned 25 I to step back to realize I was a quarter of a century.) Being a twenty something is hard. I am still trying to establish myself. I have no idea where I am going and how I am going to get there. Everyday is an adventure. I am looking for stability but love the chaos. To here is to figuring out the transition in my life...enjoy a glass a wine on me.

cycling class is my favorite

I need to get something off my chest...I hate Miley Cyrus and Taylor Swift. They are both terrible singers. Why do people waste money supporting these two. They make my blood boil. Miley Cyrus is a teenage slut. I do not like using the word slut but that is the only good one I can think of to describe her. Does it not bother anyone that she is a teenager and acting like a pathetic twenty something? She is dancing on strippoles, wearing short shorts, and dating boys much too old for her. Miley act your age...there is no need to grow up too fast. As for Taylor Swift, she sings the same note the whole song. In addition, she is now adventuring into acting. Just because you are famous and pretty does not mean you need to do everything in the entertainment buisness. Taylor Swift please work on your singing before you try something new. That is my rant for the day...just tired of hearing Miley's and Taylor's songs on the radio all the time.



What did I do today...nothing really. I wanted to play golf but it was raining so I watched golf on television instead. It was a whole day of golf: first the European tour at the Johnny Walker Classic, then on to the U.S. Amateur in Tulsa, and finally to my favorite the PGA tour in New Jersey. If you can not playing golf...watch golf. After a long day of watching golf, I went to the gym to workout. I warmed up and then took a cycling class. I think this could be the best workout. I love to teach and take cycling class. It never fails that I will get a good sweat in class. I finished my day off with a lift (I have not lifted for five day so I needed to get that one in). I also officially registered for the U.S. Mid-Am in Florida. I am officially playing in the tournament. I am very excited. Thats all for now. Talk to you soon.

hello florida, i am a middle aged amateur golfer

Today was a good day. I qualified for the United States Mid-Amateur Championship. The tournament is only open to amateurs 25 and older. It is suppose to be for women who still continue to play golf but not at a vocational level like the typical collegiate and junior golfer (the majority of players at the U.S. Amateur). These women are working professionals who also play golf. I have entered the realm of middle age and I did not know it. Despite the fact that the tournament makes me sound like an old women, it is exciting news. I have not entered competitive for three years. I was very nervous for this whole ordeal. My qualification gets me a trip to Florida.
So a little story from my tournament play by play.
First, I was asked by every competitor if I was really 25 years old. Yes, I am 25 but if you want to give me some years back thats fine with me. One lady thought I should have to show my drivers liscenses at the first tee. Oh well...at least I look young. I hope I keep my young looks as I go along life.
I did not play all that well to begin the round. The first hole I hit a nice drive but chunked my second, a short nine iron. I did not get up and down from the sand trap. Okay so next hole, I hit a tree and landed in the rough about 175 yards away. I hit the ball in another sand trap but against the lip. I did not get this one up and down either. The next hole I three putted. I then get my act together a little bit and make three straight pars. On the par three 7th, I once again three putt. (Putting has never been the strongest part of my game.) On the eight hole, I hit the back of the green but it jumped into the rough. The green has a severe side slope and I was not able to get up and down. The 9th hole I lip out for birdie. I could have really used that birdie. That was a total of 41 for the front nine. Terrible really but I can slightly deal with it. I did not play all that much anymore. On to the back nine. On the 10th hole, I duck hook my drive into the trees. I pitch out of the trees nicely to about fifteen feet on the fringe. However, I three putt. I was not happy. The next hole I hit the ball to the green and once again lip out for birdie and I settle for par. I par the next hole a par three. Then on the 13th hole, I hit a nice three wood to about 115 yards. Again I hit the ball into the sand on a nice short shot. I was unable to get that one up and down, too. The next two holes I had two nice pars. On the short par four 16th I hit the ball above the hole on my second. This green is grease lighting. My putt goes by (I tapped it but it kept going and going) and I miss the putt coming back. Another three putt. The next hole is good news. A birdie!!!! My first and only of the round. The last hole is a short par five. In my practice round I hit the green in two but today it was playing uphill and into the wind. I tried to go for but ended up about 20 yards short. The pin is tucked. I hit up and two putt for par. 38 on the back nine and a total of 79. Not a great score but I respectable. I was glad to break 80 on my first go around back at tourney golf.
The 79 put me at a tie for 2nd and a trip to the U.S. Mid-Amateur.
The golf course was beautiful and had really tough greens. (If you did not understand that by all the three putts...I put it into words for you.)
I did not meet any PGA tour professionals at Brookside. I was looking though. Maybe I will be able to hunt one down in Florida. Time to get my game in even better shape for a run at the championship.
This is probably a little bit of a boring blog...me explaining my whole round but I wanted to let you know how I did. I'll keep you posted on my next golf adventure.

i want my bed

Sometimes mornings start out with a beep of the alarm...well that did not happen to me. Instead of setting my alarm to 5:00am, I set the alarm to 5:00pm. So...NO alarm wake up for me. I woke at 8:45, exactly one hour and forty-five minutes after I was suppose to be at work. I was not too depressed about being late for work but I was sad about all the chores I wanted to get done this morning that did not get completed. I had planned on finishing my laundry and going to Wal-Mart. (I hate Wal-Mart. I try to avoid it like the plague. I only go first thing in the morning when no one is there and they put out the fresh produce.) Anyway, I got dressed and ready to go in less than ten minutes, and was at work by 9:00am. It was no big deal because there was nothing for me to do. I got a nice cup of coffee and a bagel. I ate a nice relaxed breakfast in my office. No one (except the co-worker I do not like) even noticed I was late. (The co-worker I do not like would notice I was not there because he thinks he is my boss. He makes sure he picks out every one's wrong goings. Take a look at yourself buddy.) I worked the last two hours of my morning shift without incidence.
I have some interesting news. I am going to play in my first golf tournament in three years this week. (I can not believe it has been three years. I use to play in tournaments all the time.) I leave tomorrow evening to head to Akron, OH. I am going to play in the U.S. Mid-Amateur qualifier. Who knows why I am doing this...I guess the love of the game. I do not play or practice even close to what I use to but I feel like I need competition back in my life. I wanted a purpose to my practice and play so I decide to try my hand at amateur golf again. I picked a event that I thought I could be semi-competitive. Here I go. Wish me luck. I will let you know how I do.

i wanted a nice lazy saturday...and i got it

Do you ever wait all week for the weekend break, and when the weekend finally comes you are just as busy as you were during the week? Well that did not happen to me today. In the end, I did very little. It was wonderful. Sometimes all you need is one day when you do nothing in particular. What summed up my day was a workout, watching lots of golf, going on a long walk, eating subway, doing laundry, and watching a Lifetime movie. The workout was a nice one with a 20/20/20 class. I watched the Solheim Cup where the European team tied it up with the Americans. It could be an exciting day tomorrow. (Go USA). I followed that up by watching the PGA tour where there were a lot of weather delays. (Hey a girl has to always be on the lookout for here future PGA tour husband.) I think Sergio Garcia was looking good and playing even better. (I think he would be a good choice as PGA tour husband material.) I then went on a long walk in a nearby park. It is nice to walk...very relaxing. After my walk I headed to Subway where I consumed a 12 inch sub and two cookies. It was delicious. I then came home to see that the women at the Solheim Cup where still playing. These women are playing unbelievable slow. (No reason to be playing until almost dark.) After golf was finally over I turned it to a Lifetime movie called Acceptance. Not the best Lifetime movie but I still watched it. I also did some laudry while watching. I seem to wear a lot of clothes during the week. That was my day in a blog. Hope you are not too jealous of all my hard work!!!!

i want to play golf everyday

I have off every Friday. It sounds nice to have Friday off but I do not like it. I work Sunday-Thursday. I picked this shift thinking that some point I would be moved Monday-Friday but that has not happened so I am stuck with the current schedule. In reality, I wish I was off every day of the week but that is not how it works.
Anyway, on a typical Friday I play golf. Sometimes I get a game together but other times I play by myself. Today I headed over to a local golf course to play by myself. It was a hot sticky day so I figured the course would be empty. It had a few groups out but not even to slow me down. I teed off and was off to the races. A great thing about playing about yourself is you can hit a bunch of balls and practice different shots. I was having a great time. I did not start on the first hole so I had to come around to play the last three holes of my round. Well when I got to the first tee the people were coming in droves. So the pro shop guy asked if this one kid could play with me while I finished. I had no problem with it. We head to the tee and I get ready to tee off. I was playing the blue tees. This may impress you but do not let it. The course that I was playing is really short and it is only about 6400 yards from the back tees. First the kid says to me the ladies' tees are a little ways. I just said thanks but I would like to tee off here. I received a wondeful eye roll, and I think he said something like, "Who is she kidding. This is going to a long three holes." I hit a nice three wood to about 135 yards away from the green. (Told you the course is short...I hardly ever get to hit three woods from the tee on par fours.) The kid is a little shocked. He duck hooks his shot. From there he does not improve. I play the last three holes of my round at even par. The kid played horrible. (He lost two balls on the next hole, a par three. I could not even tell you what his total would be for the three holes.) He was so worried about being out hit and out played by a girl. He tried to hit every shot really hard and was angry at himself from the start. It was funny to watch him. Hey buddy...you made it a long three holes all by yourself.
I will not lie to you, it is fun to throw people off their games. It seems to happen more to men when they play with me. I do not get it sometimes but nevertheless it is still fun. I understand I am a little better than your average women golfer but I am not pro. It was just anyother day st the golf course.

i want to post a story

Hello blogging world. I am writing you tonight after a girls night out after work. Typically on Wednesday nights after work I go to a local hot spot (Applebee's or the Mexican Restaurant) for some food and drinks. I can definitely tell I had a drink or two and I am writing to you. Let's see how this goes. A funny story from work today. I teach Zumba on Wednesday nights. It is funny for me to teach Zumba. Never thought I would be teaching this class. I think they chose me to teach this class because I have a big butt. Who better to teach a class about shaking that a** than a girl with a butt that has two bowling balls attached. I am okay with my big behind. It is there and it is not going away. Anyway, I was shaking what I was given and leading the class when LALA came in to tell me the pool is over flowing and the staff needs my help. So I told my class keep shaking and dancing. I would be back in a jiffy. I go downstairs and the pool is definitely over the edge. It was like looking at an infinity pool and water was coming out over the edge. You could pretty much swim to the window. It was crazy. So with two other co-workers saved the day. I climbed over all these pipes and tubes and turned the water off. Since my butt is so big I had a big racing stripe on my pants. I go upstairs to teach again and it looked like I had a rumble in the desert. I could not stop laughing. I finished up class with a nice racing stripe on my a**. Funny story to end my night.

i want to retire

So today at work I had a friend and member tell me that she read my blog. First off it was so exciting to know I was reaching out to my fans...hahaha. In reality, I was excited because someone read my blog and had something to say to me. Granted she got one of the many messages I sent out to my friends and family that pretty much begs them to read my blog. Hey a girl's got to do what a girl's got a to do to get people to read her blog. SS (do not forget that I will never use names) told me what she wanted most was to retire. I then thought I would have to agree with her. Retirement would be great. I would never have to worry about dealing with jobs I hate or people I do not like. I would have all day to do whatever I like and do it whenever I wanted. Retirement would be perfect for me because I could play golf all day long, take naps, go on nice long walks, read a lot of great books I never have had a chance to read, and eat some wonderful food that I actually cooked. Maybe I would learn how to play bridge and knit great sweaters for everyone. For my wonderful career in retirement, I would move south preferrable Pinehurst, NC. In my new career of retirement, I could really put forth a lot of effort trying to find my PGA tour husband. I would really like to thank SS for my new career path of retirement. If you want to join me on this journey to finding retirement please let me know.

about my blog name and user name

Hello to I want something. The first thing you need to know is what I want most. Right now I want a new job. I hate my job. I know most people hate their job but I have taken my hate to a whole new level. It may sound great to the outsider that I do nothing all day long but it is not. I mean I really do not do anything all day. I sometimes get to read a book but that has nothing to do with what I should be doing at work. Well...maybe it does because I have no assignments, appointments, NOTHING. I get to clean some exercise equipment that is not that much fun. Come on I have two degrees and a certification. Yes that means I am a gloried machine cleaner. I do not want to give you too much fun information about my job on the first blog. You are going to have to stay tuned for me fun information. I have co-workers I hate, members that are stupid, and a building that is falling down around me. I will never give out the real names of anyone or the name of where I work to save the innocent (also so I do not want to get into trouble).

Now I need to explain my user name for my blog...I want to be a pga tour wife. Yes, I really want to be a PGA tour wife. I think it would be awesome to combine two things I like in this world: men and golf. I have already tried to find PGA tour wife on monster and careerbuilder and there is currently no openings. I am hoping that the players are not looking on some other site because I am very qualified. It would be terrible if a PGA tour golfer was looking somewhere else. Since I hate my current job this would be a job I would really like. I would work really hard at being a PGA tour wife. I would even put make-up on every morning to look nice for my hubby. Hopefully soon I will find a posting for PGA tour wife. Here is to dreaming.