Saturday, July 9th, 2011

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frolf … or so they say

Despite our best intentions of going to play disc golf over John’s birthday weekend, it just didn’t happen.

Fast forward to today.  John and I had gone our separate ways last night ~ he hung out with some college buddies, and I met up with an old co-worker (okay, I admit it, one of my most favorite ex-co-workers EVER and we haven’t seen each other in months).  While I was sipping cold Bud Light at a darkly lit bar in the city, John was in the ‘burbs, plotting our weekend activities.  So this morning, his fraternity brother came over for breakfast, and following perfectly cooked eggs and sausage (done by the man) we all headed out to play disc golf.  Or frolf (which is a word that I may dislike more than blog ~ the jury is still out).

Disc golf is pretty fun.

I almost got hit in the head and the leg several times (mental note: don’t take pictures and ponder where Jorge Dos would explore on a Saturday morning at a busy Frisbee Golf course).  But in general, it was fun.

Now, let me clarify.  I didn’t play.  I was a little hesitant about the whole thing, because I can’t even through a regular Frisbee, let alone throw one accurately enough to get it into a basket at the end of a ‘golf hole.’

But I think I’ve warmed up to it enough to try it out next time.

Here are some pics from today.  You know you’re thinking ~ Wow, that looks like a beautiful place to walk through on a Saturday afternoon.  Just remember, keep your wits about you, or you may get hit!

Jorge Dos on our way to the course

teeing off at one

the game begins

ahhh, nature

on a quest to find the 'bee

we are!

ummm... it fell over here?

gorgeous-ness

gorgeous-ness

 

 

Nature is a very beautiful lady when she gets all done up!

 

 

 

 

 

I love the next picture ~ if only I’d snapped a millisecond sooner when he was still in mid-swing!  But it was my favorite tee-box.  So picturesque.

 

power shot!

I think, after it’s all said and done, that while I’m enthusiastic to give it a try, it will always be called disc golf in our house.  Jury’s in.  Decision rendered.

 

 

introducing jorge dos

This post ~ and really, any posts that contain references to the adventures of Jorge Dos ~ are all dedicated to my great friend who is the caretaker of Jorge Primer and who so thoughtfully brought me my very own Jorge to take journeys with.

he's getting ready to get his learner's permit

Everyone, please meet Jorge Dos, my delightfully lovable bobble head turtle, who will be residing semi-permanently in Rooney the Mini Cooper.  Together, we three amigos will venture out into the world to explore the unknown and mysterious (or just go to work and Starbucks … I guess it will all depend on the day of the week!)

and I thought the Cooper was Mini!

 

Jorge Dos journeyed quite a long way from Mexico to come and reside with John, Rooney, The Beast and I.  (John and I have deep love for both our vehicles, as I am sure you can tell!)

He rested up the first few days (jet lag, he claimed) but today he was wide awake, and out and about.  He came Frisbee golfing this morning and hung out in the garden (until a gi-normous bee came a little too close, and Jorge Dos very politely asked to have indoor adventures -if at all possible- for the rest of the day).

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jorge Dos in the garden, checking out the view from up top, and perusing the vino selection (he prefers tequila himself).

He also checked out the computer, and the mantle piece.

Keep an eye out for his adventures.  I have feeling they will be funny (because it totally cracks me up).  Jorge Dos is ready to see the world!