Phase I Completed

Well phase one of my moving adventure is complete.  After roughly 10 straight hours of cleaning, packing, and loading up, I got all my worldly belongings into a moving truck, said goodbye to B-Weezy, hit the road, and hightailed it … Straight to my Mommy’s house.

Since my new apartment isn’t quite ready and won’t be until Thursday afternoon, Mommy dearest and I are sharing some quality time as I have moved into the guest bedroom for a few days.  I almost feel like I did something wrong, like I just finished up a stint in rehab and now I’ve gotta live under adult supervision for a while until I get my shit together again.  In reality though, it’s just an unfortunate set of circumstances that has sent me from sleeping comfortably on my queen size bed to sleeping restlessly on a daybed that seems to be about the size of my left thigh.

News on all other fronts is good though.  Work is good, the weather has been un-freaking-believable lately, and my golf game is finally beginning to come out of the slump I’ve been in lately.  Great, now I just jinxed myself.  That’s the thing that kills me about golf; its absolutely amazing how everything can be so good for three straight weeks, and then all come CRASHING down after one bad hole.  Although, the hole in question scarred me for the better part of my life, and has stuck with me for almost a month now.

I was playing the round of my life through the first seven holes, and when I got up onto the eighth tee box, I was like a pitcher who suddenly becomes very aware that he has a no-hitter going.  All I could think about was not screwing up.  Well, after taking a 7 on eight (a par 3), and a 6 on nine (a par 4), my whole world came crashing down.  Confidence: dead.

Ever since then I’ve been in one hell of a mental box, especially with my mid irons, and for a while there I thought my best option might have been to take two weeks off and then quit.  Well, I’m not quite ready to go that far just yet, but if I post later this month advertising a set of clubs for sale, don’t act surprised.

I went with a couple friends to Get Smart on Saturday, and despite some negative reviews from a few guys at work, I enjoyed it.  I, as a child, was a fan of the TV series that ran on Nick at Nite, so it was cool to see it modernized and updated with Steve Carell and Anne Hathaway, who by the way is IMMEDIATELY added to an amended list of my crushes.  She looks fantastic in the movie, and that alone was worth the price of the ticket.

Well, as much as I would love to sit and chat, it’s sunny and 75 degrees outside right now, and I can see no better way to spend my morning than on the golf course.

One love,

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