My Golf Shoes Are A Croc

I have been meaning to at least mention this to my golf buddies (Dad, Mike) but instead I will blog about it. I'd totally forgotten about it until I sent around this pic of B and Darcey commented on the Crocs:

Are you ready? This is a momentous occasion for me, even if I can't afford them (or need them) right now:

CROCS MAKES GOLF SHOES!!!

OMG, how psyched am I? And they are super cute, maybe even cuter than my orange Adidas with the embroidered flowers.

- vs -

Hmm... I like them. Golf Girl doesn't. Crocs are good for golf - and lots of other things! - but there is a pretty huge personal divide between Croc lovers and loathers. But wherever you stand on style, you can't argue that they are pretty darn comfy!

Man Crush

I've been watching the US Open this weekend, and I watched part of it yesterday with my scratch-golfing pal Eric. He commented on the fact that it seems like Johnny Miller has a huge Man Crush on Tiger Woods. Tiger this, Tiger that, Tiger, Tiger, Tiger. All he talks about. Even Stina Steinberg, editor of Golf for Women, commented on it:

"There are moments when Johnny Miller is brilliant. Lately, though, I've had to turn down the volume on NBC's golf broadcasts to tune out his nonstop Tiger gushing. I'm in awe of Woods' talent, too, but there has to be something else to discuss during a four-hour telecast - for starters, how about the rest of the field?"

Music to a Phil Mickelson fan's ears.

At one point yesterday, Johnny was talking about how much Tiger can bench press. This is not something I need to know about any golfer, although I am pretty sure that John Daly can only do 12-ounce curls. So, making fun of Tiger's gym routine, we were saying that Tiger could bench press a Buick, alluding to his major sponsor.


Then, at dinner, a different Man Crush came up - Florida's Tim Tebow. And we decided that Tebow could bench press Tiger bench pressing a Buick.

Personally, I think Chuck Norris could take both of them. :o)

Too Cool for Pool

When I was a kid, I was quite a little swimmer. My parents had a hard time getting me out of the pool. All summer long my girlfriends and I swam in the pool every chance we could. However, as we got older, they became competitive swimmers and lifeguards, and I - well, I just had a really fabulous tan (FYI, still do.) So my swimming knowledge kind of ends at dog-paddling and treading water.

And then I married a record-holding former competitive swimmer. (I kid you not, check out the third line under freestyle.)

And I discovered how much I love sports where endurance is a victory all in itself.

And I decided that the idea of three of those type of sports in one competition was genius. And that required me to get back in the pool with the above-mentioned competitive swimming husband.

I am not a very good *swimming* swimmer. I've never swam laps as my idea of a good time. But I need a change of pace from just running, running, running and if I ever want to do a triathlon, I might want to try to work on the sport that comes hardest to non-swimmers (aka, stubborn runners used to making gravity work for them, not against them). I have read part of the Total Immersion swimming book, but none of it really sunk in (pun intended), so I am packing B off on his next business trip with the book and making him read it. I'll give him credit; he's a good coach.

I am just maybe not a good student. Maybe. I really didn't want to go to the pool because I feel like a total 'tard trying to swim as you're supposed to, but Rome wasn't built in a day and neither were Amanda Beard's abs. So I did about 5 lengths (25 m) of just swimming on my side, building up a decent flutter kick, and then on the last 5 lengths threw in trying to turn from one side to the other. First every 10 seconds, then every 5 seconds. And I got a little bit better... right about the time my flutter kick turned into the "Okay, I'm tired now" scissor kick.

But all in all, 250 meters, getting over my fear of looking ridiculous, and actually enjoying myself. It ended up being fun!

Come As You Are

So Darcey responded to a "Come As You Are" post to just take a picture of herself wherever she was at when she read the blog. So, I, too, decided to do that. I thought it was funny that we both have the same poster behind us in our offices. (See the bottom on hers and the top on mine.) And check out the super awesome minifridge. And the awesome hair day, brought to you by Herbal Essence® Degunkify. Love this stuff; it was the exact thing I was looking for when I told B I needed a shampoo that would "Degunkify my hair."

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My (diet) Coke Habit - SOLVED

Ok folks, time for some new math (not New Coke. Nasty.)

I spent about $35 on this lovely 6 pack fridge (okay, B did, but still, work with me). A 12 pack of Coke Zero at Target is going for about $3.67, making each individual Coke cost roughly $0.31. Okay, sticking with the two drink a day idea (not the "40 oz. a day" idea), my daily intake drops from $2.50 to $0.61. Times 5 days a week, 52 weeks a year and you get:

$79.44.

Have a (diet) Coke and a smile, people.

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My (diet) Coke Habit

*Or, drinking away my liquid assets, 20 oz. at a time.

Yesterday I asked B if I could borrow a dollar for a diet Coke at work. He said, "That's all?" and gave me $2. I had $0.50 around here somewhere, so together they bought me two cokes.

Today, I asked for $2.50 since that's the going rate for two Cokes. I have noticed that's about my average per day (as bought with cash, credit, and Mike-money, which is when I give my coworker a puppy dog face and he gets me a Coke. We go back and forth on who pays).

This morning I decided to do some math: $2.50 a day comes out to $12.50 per work week. Four weeks a month makes that $50. And if you want to go the 52 weeks a year route, that's $650.00. Wow.

I think I am a little better off than when I was in high school, drinking 5 regular 12 oz. Dr. Peppers a day (at today's 20 oz rate, that would come out to $975.00 per year). But still....!