The National, which is usually impervious to slings and arrows despite the media's attempts to demonize the club, has hit a bunker shot as far as I am concerned.
I don't care for the fact that the Augusta National Golf Club felt the need to publicize the two newest members of their club, one being Condi Rice (whom I very much admire and wish had run for president four years ago, but I digress).
Despite the fact that the info is "out there" for folks to find if they really wanted to, it seems as if the prestigious, private golf club usually maintains as much privacy as possible for it's members. A fact, I am sure, they appreciate when they travel to the Garden City for a few rounds of golf. Private doesn't mean private anymore?
I think if they decide to invite lady golfers to their club, it is their prerogative, but this recent publicity stunt is a cheap way of pandering to the media. It is a drop of blood in the water to incite a feeding frenzy. Wonder if Martha Burk will sit down and hush now? I doubt it. This exacerbates political correctness in the world of golf.
Is there no where for us to escape it?!?
In review, I am glad Condi Rice is a member at The Augusta National, I just wish it didn't have to be so gaudy and splashy and common. The end.
So King was finishing up the last touches of putting his basement office back together after the flood from the torrential rains happened.... and #5, who is just sure she will be attacked by roaches and spiders if she steps on the first step to go downstairs, hollers down to her Daddy,
"Do we have any more huler hoops down there?"
Apparently we have some leftover hula hoops from a certain 17 year old's 13th birthday sock hop. Sad. Also, I think I may be featured on an upcoming episode of Hoarders: Buried Alive.
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#1 (girl) - eighteen - college student; mostly cheery; mostly soft spoken; 'the logical one'; artistic; secretly wishes she were an only child;
#2 (boy) - sixteen - football player, golfer, loves to throw a ball into the air, especially in the living room near the breakables; nothing is ever his fault; has soft, sweet eyes of a baby deer; seeing him hold a baby is the sweetest thing ever.
#3 (girl) - fourteen - sweet and thoughtful pleaser; is very attentive and has incredible insight; Attention: swan emerging; incredible celtic fiddle player who can pick up a tune in a jiffy; life with a older sister has jaded her; has feelings that are as tender as baby lettuce.
#4 (boy) - "now we are 8" - wide open all day, every day, all the time; suffers from a Napoleonic complex; has the ability to surprise you with a refreshingly thoughtful act; eyes turn into crescent shapes when he flashes that smile which is as big as all outdoors.
#5 (girl) - seven - knows her own mind; likes to do it "all by myselth".
"I" - gray-haired bystander and scribe; chief cook and bottle washer; prolific comma splicer; a sucker for a smile from one of the above mentioned; bumbling through this world trying to make saints out of all us sinners.