I'm ALIVE!!!

What a terrible week. I have bursitis (commonly called weaver's butt) in my left hip (due to bad left knee) and got an injection Thursday morning. Went to the FWGA luncheon and had a great time drinking my Starbucks Mocha Frappacino. Thursday afternoon, Gary T. called and I went to video his golf swing. He tried a new swing, and it worked for a couple of days, then it failed and he couldn't find his old swing. Same old story, different verse. Here's a couple of video's of his swing.

This video is called the first Thursday Slice.

The next video is called the zillionth Thursday Slice.

Anyway, we never resolved his swing problem, but we decided to play golf Friday to get ready for the big FGA tournament. I still had my camera, so I did another video of his swing.

This one wasn't quite a slice..... it hooked into the bunker on the left! My golf sucked so bad, I won't even mention my 3 digit score. Came home, and Morgan was ready to go out and eat. She wanted Italian food.... PASTA! Chloe is grounded, so there were only four of us, but we went again to Picasso's. Morgan RAVED about their pasta. That girl must be part Italian. She wanted to know if they would let her come back for breakfast. You can tell it's family owned.... when Morgan asked for a second coke, the waitress told her she could have another, but she had to eat her pasta. She ate most of it, but she ate about a full loaf of their homemade bread.

She spent the night, then got up early and went to ballet class. I felt terrible (not being able to sleep more than an hour at a time due to the injections) so I napped all day.

The rest of the day was uneventful. I woke up from my nap around 7pm and couldn't sleep again. I tried sleeping pills, everything, but nothing worked. At noon on Sunday.... Chloe finally got ungrounded enough to go out and eat. El Fenix, of course. She was soooooo elated to be out of "prison". They both ate like little pigs. When we were finished and got ready to leave... Chloe suddenly became starved and began eating chips and sauce again. I finally figured out that she was just trying to keep from going home. So..... we went to Golf Smith and looked around. I bought a couple of things, and Chloe was just happy to get to walk around. She is soooo funny.

Chloe did have me drive the long way home. She remarked that everything looked soooo different than it did the last time she was allowed out of the house (yeah, 2 days). Sunday evening, they wanted me to go over. We played a little, then I put Angie's PC on the floor and played Coco a doggie video. Here's the action....

The yelping and yapping and whinning is Coco, the idiot poodle. Annie did try and pacify Coco, and she did lick the camera. Sorry about the poor lighting.

Sheila called Monday, and they'd made it home safe. She's going to play catch-up for a few days, and I decided to nap again. She called again Tuesday, and we decided to play golf at 1:30. Again, I won't mention my 3 digit score, but of all the shots I took, I only got my woods airborn 3 times the entire day. But hey mon, I can roll those danged little balls about 175 yards with a good whack. Here's Sheila's swing (eat your heart out Gary). Straight down the middle.

Today, I went to the practice range, and am attempting to work the kinks out of my swing. I'm going to go daily until I resolve the problem, or die trying. Also..... am still feeling poorly.... just keep napping. Dang.... also had a headach for over a week. That'll be my excuse till something better comes along.

Gotta run, Chloe is here to play cards with me.