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Someone needs to tell the Dallas Cowboys that it's football season, apparently they continue to be as laid back as their coach. As a Head Coach, Wade Phillips makes a good defensive coordinator. It's been frustrating to watch as Romo racks up yardage, but no scores. The weather here was cloudy with slight rain sprinkles most of the morning and then cleared off to sunshine and blue skies by late afternoon.
Darla and I went to church last night and were thrilled to be a part of the first Saturday night service at our church in three years. Many people have been asking to have the Saturday services re instituted and we tied this in with the grand opening of our new children's building that also officially opened yesterday with face painting, games, food and a carnival for the kids. Darla asked me after service if I wanted to hang around and celebrate with our fellow church members. The piercing screams of children enjoying the fun convinced me that dinner at Woody's grill would be better for me. I also had a Lynchburg lemonade with my meal that I don't think they were serving at church. I was up early for golf yesterday and it was great to be able to sleep in this morning.
Daniel has just left to start his new school year at Cal Poly. He left in his old Ford pickup truck loaded down with a refrigerator and a ping pong table. It looked like the Beverly Hillbilly's were invading Roseville. I'm sure his roommates will appreciate it, but not when he gets there at 10 o'clock tonight and wants them to help him unload. We will see Daniel and his girlfriend, Becky, in Vegas next month.
I took the staff out to lunch on Friday to celebrate our "budget buster" month of August and it seems that no matter where I set up to go or what food we eat someone is always complaining. I took the gang to the Old Spaghetti factory that is located in the old Nimbus Winery just up the road from our office. One of the ladies didn't sign up for lunch and when I asked her, she said, she doesn't like Italian food. I told her they have salads, sandwiches and even a hamburger on the menu. She said if we go to Chili's or Applebees, she'd go. I told her, "maybe next time". I'm getting a little put off by some of the "entitlement" attitude I'm getting from some folks in the office. I'm guessing they are Democrats.
I also met a couple of agents Friday afternoon for golf. We teed off at 2:30 and barely finished our round at 7:15. I think that is the last time I will plan a Friday outing. There are too many state workers off on furlough those days and they move on the golf course like they do on their jobs...S L O W!! We played Wildhawk in Elk Grove and I shot 40+42=82 and could really never get a rhythm going. We waited on nearly every hole. One of my agents that played is the father of one of the girls on Darla's Silpada team. He is an athlete and owns a Shelby Cobra that has a signed glove box by Carroll Shelby. He stayed with me most of the match and shot a 44+42=86 even though he rarely plays golf. Those kind of guys drive me nuts. He has a real athletic swing and plays racquetball five days a week. It was fun.
I also met a couple of agents Friday afternoon for golf. We teed off at 2:30 and barely finished our round at 7:15. I think that is the last time I will plan a Friday outing. There are too many state workers off on furlough those days and they move on the golf course like they do on their jobs...S L O W!! We played Wildhawk in Elk Grove and I shot 40+42=82 and could really never get a rhythm going. We waited on nearly every hole. One of my agents that played is the father of one of the girls on Darla's Silpada team. He is an athlete and owns a Shelby Cobra that has a signed glove box by Carroll Shelby. He stayed with me most of the match and shot a 44+42=86 even though he rarely plays golf. Those kind of guys drive me nuts. He has a real athletic swing and plays racquetball five days a week. It was fun.
I had arranged for golf at 7:30 at Diamond Oaks on Saturday morning, but had a player drop out Friday morning. I called Bob on my way to Wildhawk to ask him to fill that spot, when another call came through. Darren was at the Emergency room and had cut himself with a box cutter when he was cutting the grip off one of his clubs. It was about a five inch gash and he required the paramedics to triage him at home and then transport him to the emergency where they used 14 stitches to close up the wound. Two things about this. 1.) Everyone knows to cut AWAY from your body and 2.) He's lucky he didn't have the club across his lap when he was working on it. Darren is always tinkering with clubs and is experimenting with "bronzing" Scotty Cameron putters. He takes the shaft off and removes the two weights from the putter head. He then acetone washes the head to take off the paint infill. He then flames the head in a Bunson burner until the metal turns a carmel brown. He lets it cool, replaces the paint infill, and replaces the weights in the head. His first one turned out so nice, that I'd like him to flame my Scotty Cameron as well. It is a unique look and hides a lot of the dings and imperfections in the head. I guess he will have to come off IR before he can help me.
Bob was able to find two other players, both single digit handicappers (they hang together like they are in a club or something) and we played Saturday morning. I was lucky enough to win all three bets for a $15 payout in spite of my 41+42=83. Bob struggled with a 45 on the front, but shot 36 on the back for an 81. The other guys were both in the mid seventies, but both paid me. We have our final Diamond tournament next weekend. The Diamond Events are put on by the golf course and have nothing to do with our golf club.
Darla took advantage of the first gloomy football weekend to start work on a scrap book from our Summer trip to Almanor and Earl and Frances' 50th wedding anniversary celebration. She sat quietly and worked on her project as I yelled at the television.
I heard a good, if slightly off color joke this past week: A little girl goes to the barber shop with her Dad. She stands next to the barber chair while her dad gets his hair cut, eating a snack cake. The barber says to her: "Sweetheart, you're going to get hair on your Twinkie." She smiles at the barber and says "Yes I know, and I'm gonna get boobs, too!"
Not a lot that's newsworthy this week, but it has been a lot of work and nothing much else. I hope all are in good spirits, had a great Summer and enjoy the Autumn that begins on Thursday. Ciao.
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