Golf….

Since I moved out of my Aunt and Uncles – who got me through high school – and taken on the big world, they have changed. Over the past few years, they’ve started playing golf. I was always a little confused about this, as they are hunters, four-wheelers, and seemingly adventurous people. I wondered how they could possibly enjoy a game like golf. I’ve always assumed golf was for rich fat white people. (excuse the ASSumption!)

On this vacation they insisted that we try it out and so we did…..WOW! It was so much fun. I had a blast. We rented the carts – mainly so we could drive really fast and act irresponsible; those things are so cool.

The best part of it all was Teeing off. I love hitting something/anything that hard. And to watch it fly through the air, knowing that I had hit it as hard and as accurately as I good…..was a great feeling. Also, spending time with the family was great. We laughed, drank beer, hit some balls, and just had an overall fun time.



When we weren’t driving the little go-carts around, we were walking. Being out in the Wisconsin fresh air felt great. Albeit a bit cold for me. I’m used to the 120-130ish degree weather of Iraq. But I did love it.

If you’ve never tried it, you must. You might find out you share the same misconceptions that I had.

Wisconsin, Go Packers!

Holy Cow! How bout them packers so far this year. While I don’t follow the games as much as I should, this weekends route against the Vikings deserves mention. We stomped them. Again, holy crap! The Packers won the game something like 34-0. Taking the world by storm…..well….. maybe just the NFL anyway.

I love the regional bond that stay with people no matter how far they travel. There I was sitting in Iraq on my first day (many many miles from home), not knowing anybody when low and behold here strolls up this Navy guy named Adams from Wisconsin. We instantly become friends, and he introduces me to the other folk from WI (just one other guy – Kori!). Whether it was because we were both stuck in Iraq or had so much in common that it warranted friendship it didn’t matter, we were from the same area of the country and instantly felt the common thread. A year later he came to my sisters wedding and met the family.