Trying to get some path lighting at the house, and can’t seem to find any credible recommendation between solar and power. I see all sorts of schmucks play their green card and get solars, but whenever i see them, they are all about wiped out of juice.
Any advice?
So like every other sport enthused male in the world, if I had a choice I would be glued to the TV the entire week of the Masters. The Maters is by far my favorite sporting event throughout the year. Yea, I am a golf enthus and follow it somewhat religiously throughout the year, but I don’t think that has anything to do with it.
The wifey asked me last week “What is it about the Masters?” and my reply was “What do you mean ‘What is it?’”. Well I completely turned that question around, totally at awe how she didn’t get it, but then i found myself not being able explain it. Its not necessarily the sport, because a lot of non-golfers find themselves equally glued to their set come Sunday when Tiger is one back with two to go. I don’t think its the flowers, because I could really care less about the way the course looks, and I think most guys would agree with me. Maybe its the history? Most people don’t know how or why this tournament came to life, or the fact that it is such an entity of competitive golf that its only open a few months throughout the year for regular, member play. Really, like 1-2 months; no lie (Check out the wikipedia page). That thing is bred for this tournament, and they wont risk it for anyone. Maybe the laws of supply and demand come into play. The course and its difficulty is such a mirage for your day-to-day golfers that the day dreaming of teeing off in Amen corner simply consumes our work productivity for the entire week. My affinity towards the course, the town and the tournament has risen since I’ve become a southerner. Maybe thats it.
Well the week has come and gone, and I find myself already looking for tickets next year. Maybe I will have a big wig job then and be able to hassle some sales guy to death, making him or her take me “or else”. We’ll see.
In closing, I stumbled across this picture a few weeks ago and actually remembered when my dad got it in the mail back in 2001. I think its talking about Tiger (ya think?), but for me it truly represents the tournament as a whole: a Masterpiece.
And not missing the place I call “work”. What a crazy week; definitely enjoying the day off.
Action pack weekend ahead. Got a wedding in Jersey on Saturday, and havent been to the dirty Jerz in quite some time. I tried to talk the wife into doing it up Jersey style and hitting the Borgata in AC, but she showed no interest. Maybe ill see some of my spike hair yankee buddies while i am up there, and some of the guys from my favorite TV show in Fall of 2009. Who knows … just looking forward to getting outa here.
So we got home yesterday, and walked around the side of the house to do the normal dog thing: let Allie out, she runs around, jumps all over us, etc. Eventually settling at the front door, chewing mulch from our brand new garden, I reached down to get it out of her mouth. To my surprise … a hand full of poop. Apparently Allie sits around all day and eats her own poop. Fabulous.