Not Looking …

Not looking is the newest trend among cell phone users and seems to be on the increase as more and more people are jumping on the bandwagon to copy everyone else. Not looking where you are going and on concentrating on that all important object the “cell phone”. Could be, as I see it the hit of 2013 if we aren’t careful.

What happened to walking down the street and looking around you and seeing who is walking by or what is in a store window or even take a moment to look at the scenery…. Those days are over – what a pity!!!

Isn’t this bad for your posture not walking straight or are we now all born with the “look at my cell phone” gene??? But for these folks I guess that when they reach a certain age they will be in the group with the” looking at my cell phone” syndrome or having texting fingers or forgotten how to communicate verbally to each other….. oh what a pity if you ask me, because there is soooo much to life besides the cell phone.

I can see it now in the future… conversation doesn’t exist anymore only texting messages to each other. It could be like this at our house:

My guy is sitting in the living watching TV or reading the newspaper and then decides that he would like a cup of coffee to drink and instead of getting up and coming into the kitchen where I am( By the way,my favorite room in the house) ;he will just send me a text message asking for a cup of coffee and because my eyes were on my cell phone… Thank goodness… Don’t want to think about it if they weren’t!!!! And then I can text him back saying I’ll bring him a cup or he could get up off his backside and GPS his way into the kitchen. Remember he has to look at the screen of his cell phone otherwise he may get lost looking at all the stuff we have around the house and trying to find his way from the living room to the kitchen…. Could give him the shock of this life and I wouldn’t want to do that too him!!!

Or even a worse thought could be that he is out in the garage with his buddies and I am not in the kitchen but somewhere else in the house for example taking a shower and he texts me a message and low and behold I can’t answer it right away… Now that could be devastating because I am not chained to my cell phone. Plus, the message probably would be important -> something like “ I’m in the garage with the guys having a beer.” As if that is world moving news for me???????

But then again I could text him a message saying that I’m going out for a while and will be back later. Who needs to give each other a kiss before you leave the house when a text message would be sufficient….. What’s the world coming too I ask?????

Then I could make my way to my friend’s house via GPS because if I looked around I would get lost. Then text a message saying I’m on the way and instead of ring the door bell just a quick text message saying I’m at the front door and once inside we can text each other… Is that what we really want from life????? Not me….

Maybe it’s about time that people stand up straight and take a look at the world around them instead of always staring at the screen of their cell phones.

Golf Balls and Goof Balls

Now that spring is here where I am living one can start to enjoy outdoor activities such as golf. I am by no means a professional player nor do I want to be one either. I just love to hit those balls around the course and watch them fly through the air in the direction that I didn’t want them to go.

I have read and taken lessons on how to tee-off and hit the ball when you are on the fairway and I must say those manufactures of the golf balls must hate me or have planted a special chip in the ball that makes it always land in the water or sand trap or wherever else it shouldn’t land.

I think there is a golf ball conspiracy out there against me…

Recently while out golfing I teed-off and my ball landed right in the middle of the pond in the fairway.
But thank heavens I had my thigh waders for fishing with me and so I put them on and waded out into the pond and found my ball and could easily hit it because I had my new deep water club for hitting balls from a pond.

And believe me it makes a world of difference to know that you don’t need to drop a new ball and I can still stay within the par!

This is a real life saver.

While out on the course again there was someone with a GPS thingy that calculated everything for you and the only thing it didn’t do was hit the ball.

Where has the fun gone in the game of golf -> I ask ???

When do I need such a device plus it’s only more junk to carry around and with all the other stuff I need along with my supply of paper cups for the unknown beer stop or my thigh waders for the water I have no space for it. And if the battery dies then I am SOL and won’t be able to play at all.

But maybe that device has a hidden chip in it that controls the direction of my ball and then I could manage to get my ball onto the green in one stroke. I would be ecstatic if that happened. And then I would only need one more stroke and bingo -> my ball is in the hole.

But after that is the next hole where there is some long grass at the edge of the fairway and here I don’t worry either because I have my long grass cutter club and this works just like a hedge trimmer, so when I hit my ball the grass is cut away at the same time leaving the fairway free for me. Great device and a “must have” for this season!

And as I walk along the course it happens too sometime that my ball is drawn by the magnetic powers of the sand trap and seems to want to land in it. Again as a professional woman golfer; I have my sand shovel club and with one dig I am out of the trap and onto the green.
Life can be so easy when you know how to golf correctly and own the right set of clubs too.

After a short beer break at the 11th hole then it’s off again onto the course for the other adventures that I may face and believe me there are many!!!

I just mentioned all my great clubs that I own, but what I forgot was all those golf balls and what they are supposed to do for me.

It is said that they should fly far -> how? Do they have a built in engine somewhere?

Lightweight -> I thought all golf balls weighed less than a ton or am I missing out somewhere?

For men -> Why don’t you like us gals?

For women -> great colors now all you need to do is program then to land on the green after teeing off. Please do this for me and then you will have won my heart!

So I am sure many of you avid golfers out there will want to rush out for a new set of clubs like mine, but don’t forget you need the right ball or it will be a goof ball game of golf!

The Chocolate Bunny

It was brought to my attention that Easter is just around the corner and hopefully the Easter bunny will find his way to my place with his GPS tracking system.

I can remember when I was a kid that was a great time of year and I believed that the Easter bunny visited our house not like kids now-a-days not believing in anything. And if the weather was warm enough we could search for Easter eggs outside; though I did have to be pretty fast because if I wasn’t our dog Cesar would find the chocolate eggs before me and eat them paper and all. The amazing part was that Cesar never got sick from eating so much chocolate with paper and if he did I never noticed it.

But I can remember one Easter that was really cold and the snow was still on the ground so that meant no looking for chocolate eggs outside. But that didn’t dampen my spirits because I knew the Easter bunny would come to my house and hide some chocolate eggs anyways.

Like always I got up early hoping to get a glimpse of the Easter bunny but no luck. The Easter bunny was like Santa Claus you never saw either of them but they always left you something great!

Well, on this cold Easter Sunday I thought I found all the small chocolate eggs and was enjoying myself eating them before breakfast. As they always said “start the day off right with a nutritious breakfast.” Well I was!!!

Anyways, the day went on and was over and Monday arrived. My parents never notice that I never found the large chocolate Easter bunny nor did I know anything about it. And since it was Monday my mom like always washed the cloths and once the washing machine was finished threw all the cloths into the wonderful dryer and you guessed it -> my chocolate Easter bunny was hidden in the dryer…

The kitchen seemed to fill-up with the lovely smell of melting chocolate and at first I thought “WOW, mom’s baking something” but quickly realized that wasn’t so. But I could still smell chocolate. My mom came into the kitchen and asked me what I was up to? I told her that I thought she was baking cookies but she said no and that I shouldn’t be in the kitchen.

I didn’t give-up so fast and asked what are you baking because it smells so good and then it dawned on my mom and she asked me “ Did you eat your large chocolate Easter bunny?” I said: No, I didn’t know the Easter bunny brought me one. My mom turned white as a sheet and opened the dryer to see all the freshly washed laundry covered in chocolate. I was devastated when I saw that and asked my mom why did the Easter bunny put my chocolate bunny in the dryer?

My poor mom was speechless but came up with a quick answer saying that the Easter bunny was afraid of Cesar and was worried that he would eat the chocolate bunny.
I was young enough to believe the story but my poor mom had to rewash all the cloths and scrape all the chocolate out of the dryer and never again was a chocolate bunny hidden in the dryer.